Marked By The Devil (Devil’s Riders #5) Read online Joanna Blake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Devil's Riders Series by Joanna Blake
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
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Soon enough, Callaway.

I fuckin’ hoped so, anyway. There was every chance that today would end with my balls turning blue again. I didn’t care. I just wanted to touch her. Make her come. It was nuts, but it was the truth.

I just wanted her. It was a new sensation for me. My own selfish desires were secondary. Yeah, I knew I would go off like a rocket when the moment came. But all the other stuff that came before the finale had me grinning with anticipation.

Molly’s first time had to be perfect, whether it was today or some other time. Hopefully, not in the distant future.

Definitely with me.

I pulled into my parking spot in front of my apartment building. The landlady, Mrs. Keeley, loved me and had given me a reserved spot. It was safer under the street light, though nobody in this town would dare touch an SOS bike.

Not unless they were suicidal. It could happen, I guess. Death by biker. It kind of had a ring to it.

“This is where you live?”

I nodded, helping her off the back of the bike.

“Yeah, I’ve been here since high school. But I’m saving up for a little place. Maybe outside town, where it’s green.”

“That sounds . . . really nice.”

Her eyes were a little starry-eyed. I could tell I’d impressed her. Good. I needed all the help I could get in that department. I decided not to scare her by telling her that I kept picturing her living in the house with me.

“Come on, let’s get you set up on the computer. I can make us lunch in a little bit.”

“Okay. Thanks, Callaway.”

I took her hand and squeezed.

“Don’t think twice. What’s mine is yours.”

I held the door open for her and then pushed the elevator button. I usually took the stairs to my third-floor apartment, but today, I had other things on my mind. Like what to do with Miss Molly in a confined space.

The moment the elevator doors closed behind us, I pounced. I pulled her against me, grinning wolfishly. She let out a little surprised squeak as my lips came crashing down on hers. I kissed the hell out of her, using all of my experience to knock her socks off.

It worked.

A soft ding announced that the doors had opened when I finally stopped kissing her. She was pressed against the faux-wood paneling of the elevator, one leg lifted and wrapped around me.

She looked stunned as I grinned at her.

“After you.”

Chapter Twelve

Molly

Callaway’s apartment was . . . unexpected. Sunny and clean, with some pretty cool retro furniture and family photos. It didn’t look like the drug-filled pussy palace I had been half expecting in the back on my mind.

There was only thing I didn’t like, and it took me a minute to figure out what it was. The apartment was freezing.

I wrapped my arms around me.

“Shit. Are you cold?”

I nodded, and he raced to turn off the AC in a room I couldn’t see. He appeared a moment later, looking sheepish. He opened the window and took off his jacket, offering it to me.

“Sorry. I sleep better with the AC on. I must have forgotten to turn it off.”

“It’s okay.”

His leather jacket was deliciously warm and heavy as he slid it over my shoulders. It smelled good too. Like old leather, a hint of cologne, and something else. Something manly but hard to describe.

Not BO, that was for sure.

Callaway never smelled bad, from what I could tell. I eyed his hair as he stood there, looking serious. His hair was perfect. Always. The sides were shaved with a styled mop on the top. He was more stylish than your average biker, and that was before you even noticed the piercings and tats.

Never mind that his clothes fit him like a glove and looked well-made and expensive but perfectly worn-in.

“You look good in my jacket.”

I could tell he wanted to kiss me, but he didn’t. I exhaled, realizing I’d been holding my breath. The kiss in the elevator had overwhelmed me and left me feeling restless and unsettled.

“So, ah, the computer is in the bedroom. Let me get it and bring it out here.”

I knew he wanted me to tell him not to bother. That it was fine and that we could work in the bedroom. But I didn’t. I was still feeling shy around him and nervous about what he might expect.

And I just wasn’t ready to see this big, raw, sexy man’s bed just yet.

I was insanely curious about his bed and what might happen in it, but I was equally nervous. Knowing he wanted to take me in there and do all kinds of things with me only made me antsier. I swear I could feel my clothes on my skin, and the tiny hairs all over my body stood up.


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