Pop Goes the Biker (Turf Wars #3) Read Online Bella Jewel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Turf Wars Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
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Wait, really?

“Well, you could have fooled me.” I shrug. “The man does nothing but insult me, constantly.”

“Probably wants to fuck you.”

I roll my eyes. “Why do men think insulting a woman is going to make them want to leap all over them in a fit of passion?”

Remy grins. “Because it works. You all allow it.”

Dammit, he’s probably right.

“Well, that’s not how it works for me.”

“So you’re not wantin’ to jump all over Beckett every time he insults you?”

Fuck me.

He’s good.

“I want to jump all over anything with a penis at this point,” I say with a shrug.

“That so?”

I pause and look to Remy. “Are you offering?”

His brows go up. “Can’t say I’ve had a woman ask me in such a forward way before.”

“Don’t make a big deal out of it, dude. I’m a woman, and I know what I like. Nothing wrong with me liking sex, is there? I mean, you men do it whenever you want, why the hell can’t I?”

“Never said you couldn’t.”

“Good, don’t put your judgy eyes over here.”

He laughs. “You’re a fuckin’ handful.”

“Do you want to fuck me or not, Remy?”

His brows go up again. “Well fuck me, you’re somethin’.”

“Yes or no, it’s not an offer I’m throwing around to everyone.”

Except Beckett, who rejected me.

I need someone not to reject me.

“Get your pants off.”

I blink. Shit, that easy?

I’ll take it.

Remy is fucking gorgeous and any woman would happily let him sink himself into them. Slut or not, I don’t give a shit what this looks like, I’m taking it.

I drop my pants, eyes locked to his as he walks toward me. He takes me around the waist and hauls me up so my bottom is on the bench we’re working on. I hiss as the pain in my ribs makes it incredibly uncomfortable, he releases his hold just slightly, muttering a sorry. He nestles between my legs and we stare at each other. It’s not awkward at all, if anything, it’s kind of hot.

“Are you going to kiss me or just stare at me?” I ask.

“Don’t kiss strangers,” Remy informs me, running a finger down my cleavage.

“Seriously?” I blink.

“Yeah.”

“Fine, can you kiss my neck or something?”

He chuckles. “Hush.”

He leans down and starts kissing my neck in a way that makes my legs weak. God, it feels good, so damned nice. His fingers caress my breasts and his cock pushes against my exposed pussy, taunting me with what’s to come. His hand slips into my shirt and he cups my breast, making me moan with anticipation. After a few minutes, his hand slides down between my legs and he starts massaging my clit.

God damn.

I let my head fall back as his mouth devours my neck and collar bone, kissing and nipping as he brings me to the very brink, then he removes his hand and reaches between us, leaving me hanging in a way that makes me growl with frustration.

“It’ll feel better when I fuck you, trust me,” he growls, pulling a condom out from his jeans pocket to slide it on his now free cock.

“You just carry condoms around in your pocket?” I breathe.

“Babe, I’m a biker. I like to fuck. There are women everywhere. Of course I carry them around.”

He presses his cock against me and his eyes lock onto mine. “Don’t scream too loud.”

Then he sinks into me.

I moan, not too loudly. His cock is big and thick, and it stretches me in that way that feels so damned good. I cry out and clutch his back as he starts fucking me, slamming my bottom against the bench as he drives in, over and over, pumping in a way that’s so damned good I can’t hold my orgasm back.

It has been too long.

I moan his name and tremble as my release washes over my body. His growls follow mine and a few minutes, another orgasm and a lot of moaning later, he finds his own release. With both slump together, panting and covered in a fine layer of sweat. That was a hell of a fuck, quick and powerful, just the way I like it.

Remy pulls away, cleaning himself up, and I sit there, exposed, watching him.

He stares at me and his eyes flash. “Somethin’ about you is so incredibly hot, I don’t know how Beckett keeps his hands off you.”

I grin.

He grins.

That was fucking awesome.

“YOU FUCKED REMY!”

Beckett’s angry voice bellows through the room a day later as he charges toward me.

I stop what I’m doing and turn, narrowing my eyes as the raging biker comes at me like he’s going to throw me down and beat the shit out of me. He’s wild, angry, and I have zero idea why. What’s it to him who I have sex with? I mean, honestly, the man is in love with someone else, there is little reason for him to have any problem with what I’m doing.


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