Lyon’s Crew Read Online Jordan Silver (The Lyon #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Biker, Erotic, MC, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Lyon Series by Jordan Silver
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
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I could hear the soft drone of his voice as he continued speaking to the men before there was a line of footsteps tromping back to the shop.

It wasn't long before the door was opened and you know who came in.

Working here, take your sexy eyes and bitable ass on down the hall thank you very much.

"What are you thinking about now?"

"Uh...excuse me?"

I hate this stupid bun, if I wore my hair down I could hide behind it, with my hair pulled back like this he could see my blush.

"You're blushing again, do I make you nervous or something?"

I was shaking my head before he was through, and why was that? I'd just realized that he didn't make me nervous at all, in fact this whole place made me feel safe, I had no doubt it was because he was here. Weird.

Funny, I hadn't even thought of it until now, but my dad and Jared were the only two males I'd been able to spend anytime around without going into panic mode.

The thought made me smile, maybe, just maybe, I was healing.

* * *

What the fuck is she smiling about now, I think Jake sold me a lemon, I just can't figure out what the hell is the issue.

When she isn't blushing like a medieval virgin, she's tearing into someone or smiling for no damn reason.

"Are you trying to make me crazy?"

"No sir...uh...uhm...nope."

She shook her head again.

"I'm going to start tallying up those sirs and hold them for future payment, now was there something you needed before?"

"No...ahem...no, nothing."

She was one strange duck, now her voice sounded like she was strangling.

Where the fuck is Jared, I'm gonna kick his ass, his 'little sister' was driving me nuts, kept me up all night wondering about her, the fuck, that's not my style.

Besides, I don't have time for some little wilting flower with split personality disorder or whatever the fuck.

"What's going on with you and Jared?"

Real smooth Lyon, why don't you just drag her by her hair into your lair.

"Jared, like what?"

Good, she didn't seem to pick up on the undertone of pissed off in my voice.

One of the reasons I'd been up all night was because of that little byplay I'd witnessed between those two yesterday.

"Forget it, I'm in the shop."

I turned and left before I made an even bigger ass of myself.

I don't know who she was getting to me, she wasn't even my type, except for those eyes of hers she didn't really have anything going for her, she wore her hair like an old school marm, her clothes were less than anything approaching attractive and she was nuts.

Not a very enticing combination, so why the fuck was she the only thing I could think of for the last twenty four hours?

Fucking Jared.

Instead of going to the shop I decided to go for a ride and clear my head, there was no point in staying around here with her so near, I wouldn't get anything done anyway.

I was gone for about an hour before I felt it was safe to return, I'd done some thinking while I was gone and realized that part of my problem was Char's stupid prediction which made no sense because I didn't believe in that shit anyway.

So there was really nothing like a blooming attraction or anything going on, just the power of suggestion I guess.

I turned the corner and almost had a heart attack, she was standing on the seat of a power bike holding onto the handle bars while my crew stood around watching her.

I didn't run or yell or make any fast movements, didn't want to scare her, make her fall.

She flipped herself over the bars and back into the seat in a seated position.

That's when I moved forward, well when my legs finally worked anyway.

The crew was whistling and applauding while she grinned the biggest fucking grin I had ever seen on her face behind the helmet.

Everyone grew quiet when they saw me coming and some of the men started to scatter.

"Off."

She climbed off the bike and removed her helmet, placing it under her arm, head down biting into her lip no doubt.

I'm sure she expected me to lash out at her, and though that had been my first inclination I wouldn't take her joy away like that, neither would I embarrass her in front of the men.

"Good job."

Fuck the smile on her face rivaled the sun for brightness.

"Don't you clowns have better things to do?"

"Yes boss." They grinned as they walked away, giving Kat more praise as they left.

"Come with me." I turned and headed to the office, Kat behind me chattering away like a magpie.

I held my shit together until we got to the office.

I opened the door, waited for her to precede me, closing it I pushed her back against it.


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