Q – Satan’s Fury MC Read Online L. Wilder

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
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Just when I was starting to feel a little better, I remembered playing pool and my pitiful attempt at flirting. I said the craziest, off-the-wall things, and instead of laughing at me or simply ignoring me, Q played along. He made me feel alive in a way I’d never felt before.

And that thought led me to another mortifying memory—the kiss.

If I’d had just one more drink, then maybe I would’ve been lucky enough to forget how I’d basically thrown myself at the guy. Sadly, I didn’t, and I remembered everything—the scent of his cologne, the warmth of his body, and most of all, the incredible feeling of his lips against mine.

Damn.

I was in trouble.

As soon as I’d finished with my shower, I got out and dried off. I was worried that Q’s sweats wouldn’t fit, but to my pleasant surprise, they were pretty loose and rested low on my annoyingly wide hips. I put back on my bra, then tried on Q’s hoodie. Like the sweats, it fit with plenty of room—vastly different from the way James’s used to fit, and I liked it.

I felt really good in it.

I towel-dried my hair, then brushed and braided it.

Once I made myself look presentable, I cleaned up my mess and went to the kitchen to find Q. When I walked in, the entire counter was littered with pots and pans, and Q was standing in front of the stove.

I had no idea what he was cooking, but it smelled incredible. I tiptoed over to him and peeked over his shoulder as I asked, “What are you making over here?”

“A mix of things.” He turned, and a strange look crossed his face when he saw me. He stared at me for a moment, then pressed his lips together before saying, “Damn.”

“What?” Worried, I looked down at his hoodie and asked, “Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong.” A sexy smile crossed his face as he added, “In fact, I think everything’s just right.”

If I didn’t know better, I’d say the man liked having me in his clothes, which left me feeling a little off-center. The truth was I liked Q. I liked him a lot more than I cared to admit, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t still terrified. I was, but I didn’t want my fear to ruin this moment with him. “So, what’s for breakfast?”

“Well...” He took a step back and motioned his hand over to all the food he’d made. “We have both pancakes and waffles, sausage links and patties, and eggs, scrambled and over easy.”

“Are you expecting company or something?”

“Nope. I just wanted to give you a chance to figure out which one you liked best.”

“All of this is for me?”

“It is.” He motioned me over to the table as he said, “Now, let’s eat while it’s still warm.”

I nodded, then went over and sat down. I was reeling with emotion as I watched this sweet, thoughtful man bring over one plate of food after the next until there wasn’t any room left on the table. Once he was seated, he smiled and said, “Dig in.”

“You didn’t have to do all this.”

“I wanted to.”

“Well, it’s very sweet of you.”

“Wasn’t trying to be sweet, babe.” He cocked his brow as he informed me, “I was trying to make a point.”

“Oh, and what’s that?”

“You’ll see.” He took a bite of his waffles as he said, “Go on. See what you think.”

“Okay.”

I’d had pancakes and waffles before, but never at the same time. It was a little strange, but I went with it. I took a bite of pancakes, and then I tried a bite of the waffle. I’d barely swallowed when Q asked, “Well?”

“They’re both really good.”

“Yeah, but which one is better?”

“I don’t know.” I took another bite of each, savoring each mouthful as I tried to choose between the two, and after careful consideration, I replied, “I think I like the waffles better.”

“You think?”

“I like the waffles.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear. Now, what about the eggs?”

“I’m pretty sure I like scrambled best.” I took a bite of the cheesy, scrambled eggs, and then I tried a bite of the over-easy eggs. “Yeah, definitely the scrambled.”

Without being prompted, I sampled the different kinds of sausage, then smiled as I announced, “The links for sure.”

“Well, that was easy.”

“Thanks to you.” I took another bite of waffle, then said, “I still can’t believe you did all this.”

“It had to be done. There were questions that had to be answered.”

Q reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small notebook and pen. When he started jotting something down, I leaned over to take a look. “What’s that?”

“You’ll see.” He shoved it back in his pocket, then continued eating. “Eat up. We’ve got a busy day ahead.”

“A busy day? What do you mean?”

“We’ve got things to do.”


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