Rust or Ride – Lost Kings MC Read Online Autumn Jones Lake

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Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
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“You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.” I pat the mattress. “Come here.”

“I mean with Libby.” She waves her hand in the air. “Finding you here…Again.”

I’m not quite sure what to say. I’m sure as fuck not leaving when she still seems so rattled.

“Well, she was surprised to see me, so I guess that means she didn’t hear us before,” I say, hoping to ease at least one of her concerns.

A smile flickers over her lips, so quick I almost miss it and she nods.

Finally, she crawls into bed. When she’s close enough, I wrap an arm around her waist and haul her over my lap. “That’s better.” I brush her hair off her cheek. “Talk to me.”

To my relief, she relaxes, resting her cheek against my chest. She curls her body against mine. I hug her tighter and rest my chin on the top of her head.

“This is nice,” she murmurs. Her warm breath ghosts over my skin. “Thank you. I…I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

She rubs her hands over my arm, as if she’s trying to reassure herself I’m still here.

“Tell me what your nightmare was about.” Maybe purging it from her memory will give it less power.

Her body stiffens, like a cat about to leap from danger.

I keep the circle of my arms around her tight.

“I can’t talk about it right now,” she whispers. “Just hold me.”

Those three little words wrap themselves around my heart and squeeze. “You got it.” I kiss the top of her head.

I won’t push. Not tonight.

But eventually, I’ll unlock all of her secrets and help her fight the monsters lurking in her past.

I wake a few hours later and ease myself out of bed. Emily’s sound asleep and I take a second to appreciate her sprawled out, face turned to one side and cheek pressed to the sheet. After the night she had, I can’t bring myself to do anything to pull her from sleep. She should always look so peaceful.

I tug on my jeans and quietly slip out the bedroom door.

Downstairs, in the kitchen, I find Libby sitting by the window, quietly spooning mouthfuls of cereal. Feeling like a burglar who’s been caught, I stop mid-stride.

Libby flashes an easy smile. “Morning, Dex.”

“Hey, kiddo.” What time does she leave for school? Does Emily drive her? Why don’t I know these things? “You need a ride to school?”

Her eyes widen with interest. “On your bike?”

“Uh, yeah.” I swish my arms through the air like a giant bird. “I can’t fly you there.”

She chuckles, then tilts her head. “I don’t know if Emily will let me ride on a motorcycle.”

Good point. I probably should’ve cleared that with Emily first. By sixteen, I already had my first motorcycle—had laid it down too. But Emily seems to keep Libby a bit sheltered and it’s not my place to interfere.

“You need anything for breakfast?” I don’t know why I feel so compelled to do something. Obviously, Libby’s capable of feeding herself.

She holds out her bowl and gives her spoon a slow, sarcastic tap against the side.

Smart-ass.

“That’s all you’re gonna eat?” I ask. “Don’t you need brain food or something?”

“Sheesh, you sound like Emily.” She sets her bowl in the sink. “My friend’s picking me up,” she says, answering my earlier question.

“The speed racer?”

She rolls her eyes. “Yes.”

“Does Emily know?”

“Yes, Officer Dex.”

“Funny.” If only she knew how off the mark that is. “What time does your sister usually get up?”

She shrugs. “Usually she’s up with me, but I’m headed to school early to work on the sets before classes start.”

“Any idea what she likes to have for breakfast?”

“Why?” she singsongs. “You planning to make her breakfast in beeeed?”

Oh boy. This one’s a handful. I bite my lip to stop from laughing. No need to encourage her. “Maybe.”

“If she has time, she makes eggs.” Libby wrinkles her nose. “If not, she’ll toast a bagel or something and eat it on her long drive to work.” Libby slips past me. “She drinks tea, not coffee.”

“Tea. Got it.” I glance at her empty hands. “You’re not bringing anything to school?”

“My backpack’s out there.” She tilts her head toward the living room.

“What about lunch?” Why am I acting like her fucking dad or something?

“You sure are nosy.” She lets out a dramatic sigh. “I’ll buy from the cafeteria.”

A car horn blasts from outside.

“That’s my ride!” Libby backs into the kitchen door, bumping it open with her elbows. “Bye, Dex!”

“Have a good day,” I call after her.

The front door slams shut a few seconds later. Laughing and shaking my head, I pick up a teakettle from the stove and fill it with water. After I light one of the burners and set the kettle over the flame, I realize I’m still smiling.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Emily

The whistle of my teakettle pulls me down the stairs. Libby sent me a text that she went to school early, so it has to be Dex in my kitchen?


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