Mac (Mountain Men #2) Read Online Jane Henry

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Mountain Men Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
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I look again through my rearview mirror. "We lost him."

“Oh my fucking God,” she says.

Did I scare her?

But the next moment, she’s pumping her fists in the air. “That was bloody brilliant! Woot! Oh my God, pull this car over, and I will literally fuck you on the spot, that was so damn sexy.”

She’s dancing in her seat like we just won the lottery, panting heavily, clearly excited.

“Jesus, woman,” I growl, my dick lengthening and tenting my pants.

Her eyes are bright, her cheeks flushed.

“We literally just lost him,” I say, shaking my head at her as I drive toward the road that takes us to the restaurant. “If I pull over to do bloody anything, we risk him finding us.”

“But that’s part of the appeal,” she says, shaking her head from side to side. “The danger of being found out. The threat of being discovered.”

I don’t fall for the temptation, but look in the rearview mirror.

She likes the excitement, the thrill. It turns her on.

I won’t forget that.

I wonder what she’ll think about her wrists being tied, a gag in her mouth, a blindfold across her eyes depriving her of sight. If she’s ready to fuck after a little car chase, how would she feel if I heightened her senses with deliberate, measured pain, and extended pleasure?

Fuck, she’s turned me on.

“You’re a naughty thing, aren’t you?” I mutter, shaking my head. “You like breaking the rules, do you?”

She places her hand on my thigh again. “Fucking love it.” She sighs.

“Good. I’ll remember that later when I’ve got you alone.”

“Remember what?”

I give her a quick, sidelong glance, then look back at the road. “Remember that you like breaking rules.” I reach my hand to the back of her neck and give her a little squeeze. “Do you also like to be punished for breaking the rules?”

I don’t miss her sharp intake of breath. “That depends.”

I nod slowly. “We’ll have to find that out, too. First, dinner.”

I decided after all I needed a place in town for tonight. William’s secured me a safe flat in town, a little rental.

We’ll be by there later.

By now, there are at least ten cars and a tractor-trailer blocking her bodyguard from us. Without slowing, I take the next turn, then the next, and soon, we're pulling into the private parking lot of Soirée. I park in a secluded area, reserved for members only. A uniformed valet parking attendant comes our way.

“Can I help you, sir?” he asks with a frown. He obviously doesn't appreciate my driving skills.

I try to gauge her reaction.

Does she know the Cowen family? I couldn’t hide my real identity from her for that long, anyway. The entire plan is contingent on forming some sort of trust with her. If my sources are correct, she's been kept ignorant to her father’s ways, and won't know who the Cowen family is. The sooner she knows who I really am, the better.

Still, how she reacts in the next few minutes will be very telling, and will determine how I will proceed.

I nod. “Aye. Reservation made by Leith Cowen?”

The valet obviously knows the name, however, as he takes a quick step back and nods in deference. “Aye, sir, it would be an honor, sir.”

I watch Bryn. No reaction.

He looks at the McLaren. “Come in, sir, we’ll seat you right away.” Then his eyes go to Bryn, and I scowl at him. He looks quickly away.

I open the door, then walk around to Bryn’s side. She grins at me, taking the hand I offer her, and elegantly steps out of the car.

Jesus, those legs. Before the night is through, I’ll kiss my way up those legs until she purrs.

As the valet takes the car and she steps toward me, I lean in to whisper in her ear, “That was the most fun I've ever had at night, and the night has only just begun." I let my fingers linger on the back of her neck just a fraction of a second longer than before, but I release her and take her hand.

I drop my voice, commanding her. She’ll learn I do things on my terms. “You’ll hold my hand when we walk in. I want every fucking bloke to know who you’re with. Understand me?”

She gives me a saucy smile. “Sure.”

It’s time I put my theory to the test. We’re alone in the lot, right behind the restaurant. I stop short, pull her close to me, and hold her with my hand on the small of her back. With my free hand, I tip her chin up and hold her gaze.

“I’m serious, Bryn.”

Her lips part, and she nods. “Aye. Okay, then. So am I.”

I hold her chin, not letting her look away. “You like a little excitement. Danger. Don’t you?”

She nods again, but a bit hesitantly as if she’s afraid she’s made a mistake by admitting this. Will I take advantage of her?


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