Making the Cut (Saving Dallas #2) Read Online Kim Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Dark, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Saving Dallas Series by Kim Jones
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
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“I love you, Luke. It will always be you.” At my confession, his lips found mine and he kissed me deep, as his hips drove into me, filling me with that wondrous sensation over and over. His love making was so intense, so intimate, and I felt so desired that I felt a single tear escape my eye as I came around him. As Luke stilled inside me, flooding me with his own release, I knew that my place in this world was right here with him. I would never want or desire another person other than him. He would be leaving tomorrow and the emptiness inside started to grow, even as he lay on top of me. I could still feel his cock pulsating inside me, and I silently wondered if this was the last time that I would ever feel him. What if something happened to him? What if Frankie and his goons caught Luke off guard and hurt him?

“Babe,” Luke said in the darkness, pulling me away from my thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“You’re thinking too hard again. Everything is going to be fine. There is no way that I wouldn’t come back for a chance to be inside you like this again. I’ll come back to you, and when I do, you will never have to be away from me again.” Luke smoothed my damp hair off of my forehead and kissed me. “I just wanna hold you, baby. I love having you in my arms.”

I kissed him softly on the lips as a response and let him readjust us in the bed. I fell into a deep sleep cradled in his arms, something I would miss most when he was gone.

I had an eerie feeling someone was staring at me. I opened my eyes and found myself staring at a mess of blonde hair on top of the most precious little tanned face I had ever seen.

“I want some cereal,” Logan demanded, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands. I smiled at him, honored that it was me he asked to fix his breakfast. “I didn’t want to wake up Uncle Luke and if I asked Nanny, she would make me wait for everybody else. I want the remote first.” Well, there went my hopes of thinking it was me he wanted over everyone else. I was just convenient. At this point, I would take what I could get.

“Cereal it is,” I said, touching the tip of his nose with my finger. I tried to slide out of bed, but Luke tightened his grip, holding me back.

“Did someone say cereal?” his husky voice asked from behind me. He sat up and leaned over me so that he could look at Logan. “How about I make us all breakfast and we can lay in here and watch cartoons, so we don’t wake the whole house up?” Logan didn’t hesitate, as he crawled into the bed and wedged his way in between Luke and I. My eyes met Luke’s as I moved over to give Logan some room and he shrugged his shoulders, as if this was something Logan did often.

“You’re naked,” Logan informed me, and I had never been as embarrassed in my life, as I was in that moment. I blushed and looked to Luke for support, but he just threw his head back and laughed. “Can you hand me the remote?” Logan seemed unaffected by my nudeness. It was as if he saw naked women all the time, which made me a little uneasy.

“Please,” Luke said, scolding him.

“Can you hand me the remote, please?” Logan clarified, looking at me with those big blue eyes and holding his tiny, little hand out. I looked over at the side of the bed and saw that the stand next to it no longer housed the remote. It was lying on the floor about three feet from it. Fabulous.

“I’ll get it,” Luke said, climbing out of bed and pulling on a pair of shorts. He reached into one of the dresser drawers and tossed me a black t-shirt with a wink. I don’t know how, but I managed to slide the shirt over me, using the sheet to cover myself, without exposing anymore of me to Logan’s innocent eyes.

“Shorts, please,” I said to Luke as he bent to kiss my hair and toss the remote to Logan. He smiled and shook his head, but retrieved me a pair of oversized basketball shorts of his to wear.

Thirty minutes later, an older lady whom I could only guess was the nanny arrived to find Luke, Logan and myself piled up in the bed, drinking the chocolate milk from our Cocoa Pebbles and watching Looney Tunes.

“Morning, Nanny,” Luke said to the lady who was shaking her head in the doorway.

“I have looked all over this house for your little ass this morning,” she said, wagging her finger at Logan.


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