Rome’s Chance Read Online Joanna Wylde (Reapers MC #6.6)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Reapers MC Series by Joanna Wylde
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Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
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Then I covered his mouth with mine again, taking what I needed. He opened for me, and I thrust my tongue deep.

* * * *

Rome

Jesus Christ, but I was an asshole.

I wanted to do the right thing, but I had no fucking clue what the right thing was. What I did know was that Randi’s mouth sucked on mine like her life depended on it. Maybe it did. I remembered when my brother died, and how I’d needed to forget.

I’d smashed things, started fights. Fucked every girl I could find.

None of it solved anything. I’d wake up the next day and my brother would still be dead. But finding a way to forget—even for an hour—that’d made a big difference. Maybe I could give her that tonight.

I just hoped she wouldn’t hate me for it later.

Randi’s arms were wrapped tight around my neck. I caught her butt with both my hands, then stood up, thankful for all the hours I’d had to kill lifting weights at the station. Even so, carrying her into the bedroom was awkward.

Not because she was heavy—Randi was just a little thing, and I sorta liked hauling her around like this. But at that moment, my dick was so hard that it physically hurt, and she kept rubbing against it like a cat.

We reached the bed and I tried to lay her down, but she wouldn’t let me go.

Her legs held my waist tight, and her hips bucked up at me. The black dress she’d been wearing had ridden up high and then her hand was down between us, tugging at my fly.

She ripped it open and reached in, grabbing my cock. Shit. That was good—too good. This was supposed to be about her, not me, but all I could think about was getting into her body. So deeply fucked up and wrong. This wasn’t about me getting off, or at least it shouldn’t be.

But that sweet pussy of hers was right there, hot and wet and ready to go. I couldn’t think.

“Condom,” I managed to gasp, leaning toward the bedside table. I couldn’t quite reach, and it took another second to convince Randi to let me go. She kicked off her panties while I ripped the package open, then I was covering her again.

Her hand caught my dick, lining it up, and then I slammed home.

I could try to explain how right it felt, being inside her. How hot and tight she was, or the way her fingernails raked down my back like fire, but none of that compared to the look on her face. She’d thrown her head back, closing her eyes. Her hand came down between us, rubbing furiously at her clit as I pumped in and out of her body. I could tell she wasn’t going to last long. Probably a good thing, because I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d last, either.

“More,” she gasped, head rolling back and forth. Her tits kept trying to jump out the top of her dress as her pussy squeezed me hard. My balls tightened. Shit. I started counting backwards from a hundred in my head, determined not to blow my wad until she got what she needed.

Suddenly Randi stiffened, every muscle in her body clamping down at once. Her mouth fell open, and for the first time that night, the tension left her face.

Thank fuck for that.

I let myself go, managing to thrust into her three more times before I came. It was explosive. Almost painful in its intensity, and exactly what I’d needed. Tonight had been bad, and tomorrow wouldn’t be easy, either. But right here, right now, we could forget.

Waves of exhaustion overwhelmed me.

Long hours weren’t anything new in my life, and neither was watching someone die. But tonight had been tiring in a different kind of way. This girl had gotten under my skin.

Randi gave a small, snuffling snore and I realized she’d fallen asleep.

Good.

Pulling out carefully, I got rid of the condom, then tucked myself in next to her without bothering to take off my clothes. I pulled the blanket over us both, noticing for the first time that she was still wearing a pair of white socks and some running shoes.

Weird.

Closing my eyes, I decided I’d worry about it in the morning. Now it was time to sleep.

Chapter Thirteen

Randi

My feet hurt, and I couldn’t remember where I was.

I could feel a man’s chest under my cheek, though. His heartbeat was strong and steady. Rome. Streaks of sun were shining through the cracks in his blinds, and I blinked. Had I gotten drunk at the reunion and made a booty call?

I tried to remember. There’d been lots of dancing, then Jenny acting all nasty in the bathroom. I’d taken off my shoes at some point. Then we’d gone out on the deck so Peaches could smoke. That’s when I’d gotten a call from Lexi, and—


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