Moon’s Promise – The Last Riders Read Online Jamie Begley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Crime, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
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Unable to look at him any longer, she had to blink back tears she felt gathering in the back of her eyes.

A calloused hand turned her face back to him.

“You’re beautiful,” she said reverently.

A frown crossed his forehead. “What’s wrong with that?”

“I’m not.” Old wounds returned to haunt of her. How many times had she been made fun of as a child for not being as pretty as other girls? That she was such a geek no boy would ever want her? Were those insecurities what had led her to letting her ex-boyfriend take advantage of her for so long?

Moon planted his hands on each side of her head. “You’re sexy as fuck.”

When he licked his tongue over her lips before thrusting it inside her mouth, her mind was transported into Never Never Land, where Moon was kissing her like she was the most beautiful woman on earth. As if she was one of those women who made men turn their heads when they walked into a room. The type of woman men would die for.

Her legs came up to circle his hips, pulling him down. “I want you … so bad … even though I know I shouldn’t,” she managed to get out.

Moon sensuously slid his cock inside her warm, aching center. Arching her neck, she gave a low moan.

“Why shouldn’t you?” he murmured, licking a taut nipple.

“You’re going to break my heart, just like everyone else.”

“You could break mine just as easily,” he countered.

Her hands grabbed his hair, forcing him to end the torment on her breasts as his body thrust inside of her over and over.

“I don’t think your heart has ever been broken by a woman.” She slid her hands over the slick muscles of his back as she held on. “No woman would willingly give you up.”

She could tell from his expression that he didn’t want to admit she was right.

Sliding her hands down to his buttocks to pull him tighter against her, she gloried in the erotic feel of the muscles moving underneath the firm flesh. “I can’t blame them either. I don’t want this to ever end.”

Biting his shoulder, she fought the climax that was building inside of her as his body forced her higher and higher, leaving her no choice but to take the dive that she had tried to prolong. His groan told her he had found his release as well.

She read the male satisfaction on his face as he rolled off her to get out the bed, though it only fed the hollow emptiness that was gradually increasing each time they had sex. While she wanted the physical intimacy to last longer—forever—Moon plainly did not. Using his sexual experience, he called all the shots.

“I’m going to take a shower. You coming?”

Rolling over, she pretending to yawn. “I’ll take one when I get up.”

Bending down, he brushed a kiss over her mouth. “Enjoy your nap.”

She waited until she saw the bathroom door close after him before she buried her head in the pillow. Like the satellite he was nicknamed after, Moon preferred his solitude. He carried an air about him that even when he was with his friends, a part of him remained detached. If his friends, who had known him for years, couldn’t breach that air of isolation surrounding him, how did she think to have any hope? It was becoming more obvious that she wouldn’t. Did she love him enough to be content to take only what he was willing to give her? Like she had with her ex?

No, she answered her internal question. There was no comparison between the two. God help her, but she would take whatever Moon was willing to give her. She also loved him enough that she would let him go when he wanted to. There wouldn’t be a lasso strong enough to hold Moon when he didn’t want to be held.

Her hand went to the swollen belly. “Don’t worry; you won’t have the same problem,” she softly murmured.

Fluttering movements within her brought a tender smile to her lips.

“He’s going to love you.”

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE

“Any plans for the day?” Moon asked, humor evident in his expression.

She removed her gaze from him and the stack of pancakes to the unappetizing glob of oatmeal her mother had given her instead of the pancake tower she had prepared for Moon. “Nothing much. Priss is coming over this morning to bring the birthing pool and the equipment we will need.”

Moon’s eyes grew anxious. “Are you having a contraction? I’ll call in—”

Larissa raised her hand. “I’m not having any contractions. We’re just getting prepared. Relax. There’s no need not to go to work.”

“You sure?”

“Positive,” she assured him.

“I want to be there when you go into labor,” he told her inflexibly for the millionth time.

“Moon, you’re not going to convince me to go to the hospital. I’m having the baby in my home. Didn’t Train tell you it was the most beautiful experience of his life?” she reminded him.


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