Otto – The Hawthornes (The Aces’ Sons #11) Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Biker, Crime, MC, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Aces' Sons Series by Nicole Jacquelyn
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
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“You want to see it down?” I asked, sighing like it was a huge pain to even offer. In reality, my stomach was somersaulting like I’d swallowed a hive of bees. He watched me like I was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen, and in that moment I would’ve done anything to hold his gaze.

“Seriously?” he asked, straightening.

“Yeah.”

“Fuck yeah,” he said quickly. He laughed a little at himself. “I mean yes. I’ve been dyin’ to see it.”

“Seems like a weird thing to be dying to see,” I replied as I reached for my hair.

“Maybe to you,” he said, his eyes on my hands. “You’ve seen it.”

“It’s really nothing special,” I warned, handing him a bobby pin. I searched around, finding them easily. I could do my hair in my sleep, I’d been wearing it the same way for so long. I’d handed him five pins when my hair started to droop in the back, and I slid my fingers into the hair tie and pulled it out. “Brown and mostly straight.”

“Holy hell,” he murmured as my hair fell down my back.

I laughed self-consciously as I ran my fingers through it and turned away from him. “See? It’s just hair.”

I froze as his fingers touched the back of my neck and slid down, following the strands of hair until they ended right above my butt. I wanted to turn, so I could see his face, but as his fingers started again at my neck I felt almost hypnotized.

“Why the hell would you wear this up all the time?” he murmured, both hands running through my hair.

“It’s kind of like the skirt thing,” I replied, looking at him over my shoulder.

“Your parents have rules about your hair?”

“Yep.” They had rules about everything, and I was breaking them one by one.

His hand wrapped lightly around the back of my neck and for some reason, I didn’t feel nervous as he turned me to face him.

“Is it everything you hoped for?” I teased uncomfortably as his hand tightened in the hair at my nape.

“I get it now,” he replied, staring at me. “You wear this down and your parents would be puttin’ bars on the windows to keep the guys away.”

I rolled my eyes. It was just hair. It was long and annoying and took forever to wash. I was still me when it was down and I’d never had a single boy show any kind of interest.

“I’m not jokin’,” he breathed. “Jesus Christ.”

“I doubt he cares what my hair looks like,” I said lightly.

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” he said incredulously.

“Uh, thank you?” I wasn’t sure it was a compliment considering his tone.

He didn’t reply as he pulled my hair forward, smoothing it down over my shoulders.

“Can I put it back up now?” I asked, tilting my head in question.

“Not yet, yeah?” he murmured, shaking his head. “I’m gonna kiss you.”

“Wait, what?” I asked, jerking back. For some reason, I had not anticipated where this entire scenario was heading.

“You don’t want me to?”

I gaped at him like a fish. Did I want him to? Yes. A thousand times yes. He was the most attractive man I’d ever seen and he was staring at me like he was starving. What I couldn’t understand is why he’d want to.

“No worries,” he said easily, his hands untangling from my hair.

“I do,” I stuttered quickly. “I do want you to kiss me.”

“You sure?” he asked calmly.

Was I? No.

“I’m sure.”

“Alright.” His hands tunneled into the hair behind my ears as he tilted my face toward him, and I held my breath as he leaned closer.

It wasn’t anything like I’d imagined it would be. His lips didn’t even make contact at first. As his nose slid along the side of mine, nuzzling me, I let out the shaky breath I’d been holding. His thumbs rubbed my cheeks gently as he paused just centimeters away, and then his lips were on mine and I short-circuited completely.

He moved slowly, his lips barely touching mine, nipping gently and rubbing his tongue along the seam and I felt it everywhere, from my scalp to my toes. As I relaxed into the kiss, reaching out to rest my hands on his stomach, he tilted my head, his tongue slipping into my mouth.

I was stunned. This was what kissing was like? I’d known the logistics of kissing since seventh grade, but I’d never been tempted to let someone put their tongue anywhere near me. It was probably a good thing that I hadn’t known what I was missing.

As his hands left my head and smoothed over my back and down over my butt, I shivered, but I didn’t even consider stopping him. Every move, every touch, was a revelation. I hadn’t had any idea what the big deal was. Sex was clearly fun, lots of people did it even when they weren’t trying to have kids, but I’d just never felt the urge to try it. I was feeling that urge now and I didn’t pause to question it.


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