Repairing the Wreckage – Ruthless & Royal Read Online Autumn Jones Lake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
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“Maybe.” Her eyes dart to the door again. “Just give me a couple of minutes? When I start the water you can come in.”

My heart pounds with satisfaction. “Got it.”

She reaches between us and curls her hand around my erection through my shorts.

“Ah, fuck.” I squeeze my eyes shut.

“You’re really not bothered?” She strokes me harder.

“Not even a little,” I rasp.

She releases me and I groan.

“When did Remy leave for his run?”

Who? What? My body’s humming and throbbing with need. My mind’s already in the shower with Molly and she wants to know where her brother is? “Uh, a couple of minutes ago.”

“I’ll be quick.”

So will I.

I’m like a hound dog with my ear cocked toward the door, waiting for the sound of the shower blasting on.

Maybe I should check to be sure Remy’s gone.

I head into the hallway and walk to the top of the stairs. Silence.

The shower screeches on and water patters against the tub, calling me into the bathroom.

Molly’s already behind the shower curtain. I drop my shorts, take two steps, and push it back a few inches.

Beautiful. Molly’s facing the water, but she turns and her wide eyes meet mine.

“Can I join you?” I lift my eyebrows a few times, hoping to pull some laughter from her.

But tension lines her face as she nods and angles her arms in front of her body, like she’s trying to hide herself from me.

Can’t have that.

I step in and reach up to adjust the showerhead so it reaches me. Then I wrap my arms around her semi-wet body and draw her closer.

“Griff.” She presses her palm against my chest.

“Just kiss me.”

She tilts her head back. I lean down and lazily drag my lips over hers.

“Mmm,” she sighs with pleasure, her body relaxing against mine.

“That’s it.” I move my hands to her hips while we keep slowly sliding our mouths together. She opens and I gently stroke my tongue against hers.

Another sigh eases out of her. I move her closer to the spray and rub my hands over her back, down to her ass.

She tilts her hips away from me.

“Get over here.” I firmly plant both hands on her ass and pull her flush against me, trapping my hard cock between us. She reaches for me with both hands, curling them around me and squeezing.

Fuuuck. I hiss in a breath.

“Can I?” She braces one hand on the shower wall, like she’s trying to lower herself to the floor.

I grab her arm to stop her. “Absolutely not.”

“Why?”

“You know my rule.”

She tilts her head and stares at me while her maddening little fingers keep rubbing up and down my length.

“Molly comes first.”

She frowns. “But I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because…”

“So, you don’t actually know?”

She opens her mouth and I press my finger to her lips. “Do not utter the words gross or disgusting.”

Her mouth closes.

“That’s what I thought. Turn around for me.”

She gives me one last, long twisty stroke, then turns to face the water. I grab the shower gel, pour some into my hands and lather it up, then rub her shoulders.

“Relax.” I slide my soapy hands down her arms, up her sides, over her breasts and down her stomach, then reverse the same path. The water beats down hard, chasing the suds away.

She reaches behind her, curls her fingers around me, and tugs at a slow, maddening pace. I groan against her ear and suck at her neck, while thrusting my hands under the spray, washing off the remaining soap.

“Give me your hands.” I nip her earlobe.

“You don’t like this?” She squeezes gently.

“I love it. But I need your hands for a minute.”

She releases me. I take a breath. Clear my head. She holds her hands in front of her. I gather her wrists in one hand and press them between her breasts. With my free hand I pinch and roll one of her nipples between my fingers. I nuzzle and kiss her neck while teasing her nipples.

She gasps and wiggles against me.

“Do you like that?” I ask.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Does it feel good?”

She nods quickly.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” She tilts her head back to see my face. “You know I do.”

“Good.” I crush my lips to hers and slide my hand between her thighs.

She squeezes her legs tight and breaks our kiss. “What are you doing?”

“Open.” I kiss behind her ear again. “I want to play with your clit. I won’t go any further unless you ask me to.”

Her breathing picks up. She inches her feet apart.

“Good.” I slide two fingers down, gently rubbing and circling until I find the way she responds the most. She circles her hips and arches her back, stretching her arms over her head and looping them around my neck. “That’s better,” I praise. “Nothing to be shy about with me.”

Now I’m free to run one hand over every little curvy inch of her while I keep stimulating her clit.


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