Shade’s Lady Read Online Joanna Wylde (Reapers MC #6.5)

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: 69
Estimated words: 66580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
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Nope, not Shade.

He was above those kinds of games. But just being in the same room made me feel all weird and unsettled. It was one thing to joke with one of our usual customers or brush a hand across his shoulder. That was just casual flirtation—it didn’t mean anything. Shade made promises with his eyes, though. Promises I was afraid he’d keep.

You’d be welcome on the back of my bike any time, babe.

“Tray is full,” I told him, offering a tight smile. “Give me five and I’ll be back to take care of it.”

Turning away, I decided that I needed some air. Wasn’t it time for my break? Yeah. I’d tell Bone I needed a break, maybe go make out with Rebel in the parking lot for a few minutes. That’d set me right. Not that he’d be getting his hand job, because I had standards.

Low standards, but they still existed.

I stepped back out into the hallway to find Rebel standing next to the prospect, looking all eager.

“I’ll check and see if he has time,” the prospect told him, passing me as he ducked into the room.

“Is he in a good mood?” Rebel asked me hopefully.

“Who?”

“Shade,” he replied. “Who else?”

Jesus. He really did have a man crush on the guy.

“How would I know?” I said, annoyed. “Hey, I’m gonna go talk to Bone, see if I can take my break now.”

“Wait for a minute,” Rebel said. “Until after I finish talking to Shade. I’ve missed you.”

He glanced down at my chest pointedly, and I flushed. He had this thing for fucking my boobs, squishing them together around his dick. It wasn’t as much fun for me as some of the other games we played, but I loved watching him come. I also loved it when—nope, don’t go there.

Still, thinking about crawling into bed with my sexy (if annoying) boyfriend was enough to improve my mood. Orgasms will do that for a girl. Balancing the tray against my side with one hand, I ran the other down his chest, glancing down the hallway to make sure we were really alone before giving his dick a quick squeeze. He groaned and I felt tinglies run down my spine. The door opened and we jumped apart.

“Shade says he’ll talk to you,” the prospect told him. Then he turned to me. “He also says they’re good on drinks, at least for now. You can check back in about half an hour.”

Rebel pushed past me so fast I nearly dropped the tray of empties. So much for his boob fetish. The tinglies evaporated and I sighed, heading back down the hall. Rebel might be fun to hang out with, but the guy was never gonna be my soul mate. You don’t have to marry the man to enjoy each other, I reminded myself, mentally adding “find soul mate” to Future Me’s list.

Then I mentally crossed it off, because fuck soul mates.

My sister and I had both struck out once already, and that was enough. Future Me would probably do better to stay single. I should add that to her list.

Bone put me to work washing glasses. The bar crowd had thinned out and Sara had already gone home for the night. Suz was doing surprisingly well handling the customers on her own. I’d just finished draining the sink when I saw that the garbage was getting full. I decided to be proactive and go dump it. Lifting it out of the can, I ducked through the side door and jogged down the steps and across the gravel toward the dumpster. I caught a flash of motion from the corner of my eye and looked over to see three men standing next to the building.

One leaned casually against the wall toward the back of the bar. Next to him was a second, his stance vigilant, while a third stood in front of them, waving his hands and talking. Then I caught a familiar voice in the breeze.

Rebel?

Holy shit, that was Rebel out there. Was he talking to Shade? I squinted my eyes, thinking I really needed to get myself some new contacts. Yup, that was Shade, and another one of his biker buddies whose name I couldn’t quite remember. I made a point of letting the dumpster lid slam down hard after tossing in the garbage. That way they’d know I hadn’t been trying to spy on them. Then I went back to washing dishes, hoping Rebel wasn’t getting himself in trouble.

He came back inside about ten minutes later, looking distracted but pleased. I caught his gaze and raised a brow, silently asking him how things had gone. Rebel grinned and gave me a thumbs-up. I wasn’t quite sure what that meant in practical terms, but at least he was happy.

“Can you grab Bone? Shade needs to talk to him.”


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