Share Me Read online Ker Dukey, K. Webster (Kkinky Reads Collection #1)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: , Series: Kkinky Reads Collection Series by Ker Dukey
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
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“I’m going to need some clothes. You didn’t even let me pack a bag,” I point out with a frown.

Leo strokes his hand down my back to comfort me. “We needed to get you out of town as soon as possible. We don’t know how big this threat is.”

Sebastian yanks off the shirt he’s wearing and tosses it on one of the chairs. My eyes greedily skim over taut skin and ripped muscles. I gulp as I follow the trail of dark hair disappearing into the slacks he’s unbuttoning.

Yummy.

“You hungry?” Seb asks me and I quickly swipe at my mouth to make sure I’m not dribbling.

“She looks it.” Ford grins.

“There’re some cans in the cupboard,” Seb says. “Zac, can you warm something up?”

Oh God. I can’t breathe right. It’s labored and rough. Do they hear it too?

“What are we going to do about clothes?” I ask again, all too aware that I’m without panties and wearing a skirt.

“We can get some things in a few days,” Seb assures me.

A few days are too many. I need new underwear. Now.

Leo disappears with Sebastian in the bedroom and closes the door, ignoring my utter mortification of Sebastian’s parting words.

They’re serious. A few days. This is going to be torture.

How can someone look ridiculous and fucking cute at the same time?

Wearing my oversized shirt and Ford’s boxer briefs folded a few times to keep them from falling down, Clove moves her knight to take out my queen. She jumps with a victorious squeal and I watch as her tits bounce with the movement.

Fuck. Being cooped up in here with her for four days has been a test for us all. Clove has grown irresistible over the last few years. She’s evolved into this woman who lures you in with her innocent personality and nearly kills you with those fucking curves of hers. A wet fucking dream for all of us. We’d all be lying if we said we haven’t thought about fucking her, enlightening her to what her body is capable of. I know I certainly have. And Seb, with a few beers in him, is all too quick to tell me every vivid detail of what he’d love to do to her.

“He lets you win,” Ford snorts.

Seb rolls his eyes and paces the perimeter of the small space.

“You got ants in your pants?” I growl to him.

“You don’t let me win, do you?” Clove asks, her jaw open and brown eyes wide.

“No, brat,” I say with a devilish wink. Of course I let her win. I get off from the elation on her sweet fucking lips.

“We should go to the grocery store today,” Seb says. “It’s almost two hours from here, so we’ll probably get back late. And then I can get online and check my emails. I put out the feelers before we left, so we should have some answers by now.”

Ford gets to his feet and stretches. “I’m down for that. I can’t eat another can of baked beans if my life depended on it.”

Clove practically runs to the bedroom and comes back a minute later wearing her skirt and shoes. “Let’s go.” She beams.

“When the sun sets,” Sebastian stalls, making her deflate.

“It’s only another hour,” I say to soften the sad look on her face. “Come on. I’ll try and beat you this time.”

We stop for a piss break somewhere around three in the morning. Seb says we’re about an hour away from being back at the small hunting cabin. We spent more time at the store than we planned with Seb having emails informing us that William was clean and that Ren character was spotted on CCTV elsewhere at the time of the attempted hit and run. As much as we wanted to make either of them responsible for being behind this, neither of them checked out. Unfortunately. I’d love nothing more than to put my fist through William’s prissy boy face. The plates on the car were fake so not traced back to anyone. Jack has been making appearances and doing interviews on the incident, even going as far as leaving a tearful plea to leave his daughter alone. The police are involved but have no leads either. It’s a stalemate. We need to keep her away until we discover who tried to ram her down. Perhaps it was just an accident, wrong place, wrong time, but the shady plates and them fleeing points to something more sinister.

My neck is killing me from being cramped in the back. I’m supposed to be watching Clove while they’re outside pissing. Now would be the time to switch up the seating arrangement. Ford or Sebastian can climb their big asses in the back. I’m done.

I unbuckle and maneuver to the middle bench seat where Clove sleeps. She trembles and it’s enough to have me removing her seat belt and pulling her slight frame into my lap. Once her head is resting on my chest, I drag the belt over us and snap it in. We’ve all been overstepping these last few days. Things are tense, or intense is a better word for it. Clove is like a ticking time bomb with her subtle looks. The way she squeezes her thighs together whenever she’s watching one of us shows how fucking ripe and horny she is. Pure little Clove has a hunger inside her that no punk like William Warner could satisfy.


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