Rough Stuff Read Online Joanna Blake (Untouchables MC #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Funny, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Untouchables MC Series by Joanna Blake
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
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During dinner, I decided. Or after. Maybe it would be better to tell him when he didn’t have sharp objects in his hands. Not that I thought he would ever lift a finger to hurt me. I was more worried about the furniture. The walls. I tilted my head, looking up at him critically. He really was a very big guy.

Yeah, I was worried about him stabbing the ceiling too.

I sipped champagne and nibbled on my steak, watching him eat his with gusto. He didn’t say a word unless I asked him a direct question. He ate like he spoke, directly and with purpose.

“So.”

He cocked an eyebrow and stopped eating. I cleared my throat.

“I have rules.”

“Rules.”

It wasn’t a question. He was waiting. I took a sip of champagne.

“I’m not sleeping with you.”

“I know.”

Now it was my turn to be surprised. He wasn’t going to push for sex? Well, that was unexpected. Unexpected and a little bit insulting. Wasn’t he supposed to be hot for my bod?

“I need to take things slow. Physically.”

“Okay.”

I blinked again. He was being so agreeable. I’d been expecting a fight or at least some begging. I felt a bit disgruntled.

“That means my clothes stay on. And nothing goes underneath them.”

His eyes narrowed. At least now, he looked annoyed. It was weird, but talking about the rules of what was about to happen was making me get really hot and bothered.

“I can’t touch you?”

“Just . . . over my clothes. Okay?”

He stood up. I peered up at him. He was so tall, I had to lean back in my seat. He gripped my chair and turned it, leaning down and bracing his hands on the armrests. My mouth dropped open.

“I need to make you come.”

Oh, sweet lord, the man was plainspoken. Plainspoken and hungry for me. A bolt of heat shot straight to my core.

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. Cain had surprised me again. To just come out and . . . say that. My cheeks were hot and I felt liquid heat begin to pool in my lower belly.

“You can do anything you want. Just . . . it has to be over the clothes.”

A wicked glint came into his beautiful pale blue eyes. It was not the reaction I had been expecting. He didn’t curse or argue. In fact, if anything, he looked determined.

Like he was looking forward to the challenge.

“Not a problem.”

I yipped in surprised indignation as he hoisted me up and carried me out of the main room of the suite. I hadn’t expected him to take me to the bed. I also hadn’t included it on my list.

Next time, make a longer list, dumbass!

I half expected him to plop me on the bed, but he didn’t. He slowly and carefully laid me down, then looked at me. He was thinking, I could tell. Considering where to start.

Cain might look like a muscle head, but he was very smart. I knew that from being around him but also from the stories I heard from Mason and Cass. Even Connor had nothing but respect for him, even if he didn’t want his little sister hanging around with a biker.

My heart was beating double-time as Cain reached down and slowly pulled one of my shoes off. He held it up to me.

“I’m assuming shoes don’t count.”

I nodded shakily. He removed my other shoe then set them on the floor. He disappeared for a moment and I realized he was washing his hands.

I lay perfectly still as he walked back into the room, drying his hands on a towel. He chucked it aside and came right for me, crawling onto the bed to brace himself above me. I gasped at the heat coming off his big body. He was enormous and practically giving off steam.

Cain was like an engine that was about to overheat. And he was running just for me.

He pulled his shirt off and pulled me against him, his tongue dancing into my mouth. I moaned and found myself curving my hips toward him, trying to get closer.

We went from zero to sixty in an instant.

But Cain did not try to take my clothes off.

His hands started to roam, touching me here and there. Stroking my hip. Lifting a thigh. His cock was a blazingly hot missile I could feel through his pants. He rocked his hips slightly, and it pressed into my center and held. My skirt slid up to my waist. Cain stopped and pulled away, staring into my eyes as he slowly pulled it back down. His fingers grazed my pussy as he dragged the thin silk over my panties.

Then he began again.

Still, Cain did not try to take my clothes off.

He ground into me slowly, his eyes on mine. Then he looked down between us, focusing utterly as his fingertips found my nipples. I gasped as he toyed with them, barely touching me at first. He just grazed them until they were hard points. Then he circled them and tugged.


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