Shield Me (Courage County Warriors #3) Read Online Mia Brody

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Biker, Insta-Love, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Courage County Warriors Series by Mia Brody
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
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“One more time,” I grind out. The words are barely more than a whisper as I pound into her pretty pussy. She’s so damn sensitive to my touch that I know it won’t take much more.

“I don’t think—” She protests but already I can feel her body tightening around me.

“You can,” I insist. “Pinch those pretty little tits for me.”

The moment she closes her fingertips around those beautiful buds, I smack her ass hard enough to sting. It’s all she needs. She’s writhing on my cock then, crying out her pleasure.

I press my lips to hers, absorbing her cries. She feels so damn good and it’s only when she stills that I let my seed spill into her. Even though I’ve been back in my country for two years, I’m finally home.

8

BROOKE

There’s a weight over my chest and I open sleepy eyes to see Ryker’s arm. He’s so big and heavy that in his sleep, he’s pinning me to the bed. I trace my fingertips along his arm and listen to his soft breathing. I’m in love with this man. I don’t know when it happened or how. I just know that he’s the most important part of my heart.

As the events of the past two days come back to me, I can’t help but smile. We haven’t left the cabin. In fact, we’ve barely gotten dressed. Ryker has been all over me. He’s found about a million ways to bring my body pleasure.

We haven’t talked much about what the future holds. Brody is monitoring chatter from the families in Atlanta, and he’s said that no one knows where I am yet. He’s on high alert though and he’ll call us at the first sign that someone has figured out I’m crashing with Ryker.

But this isn’t a permanent solution, and all of us know that. Ryker has encouraged me to change my name and live here with him. But that won’t work. Eventually either my stepbrothers or Uncle Bruce will show up. Either way, I plan to be long gone by that point.

Dragging Ryker into this war is different now that I’m in love with him. Because I know he feels the same. He may not have said it, but he’d sacrifice himself for me and that’s something I can’t let happen.

“Good morning,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the shell of my ear. He kisses me all over. In fact, last night he had his tongue in a place that I’ve never been touched before. It only made me come harder.

“Morning,” I snuggle deeper into his embrace. With anyone else, I’d be worried about morning breath or how my hair looked. But not with Ryker. He like me just the way I am. That kind of fierce acceptance has been rare in my life. It’s a gift that I’ll never take for granted.

He nibbles on my earlobe but before I can turn to him, his phone rings. He growls when he sees it’s Brody and answers.

I can’t hear anything Brody says, and all Ryker gives off are a series of grunts. The whole conversation takes less than two minutes. Guys are so weird in the way they communicate.

He tosses the phone back onto his nightstand and glares at it. “Brody wants to see me.”

My heart starts pounding and it’s not because of the handsome naked man beside me. This is it. They’ve finally found me. “Is this about the chatter? Has he heard something? Should I go with you?”

“Brody would have said if he heard anything. And no, you stay right here in my bed.” He leans forward and brushes a kiss across my forehead.

“What happens if I don’t stay in bed?” I tease, liking the way the question makes that dark, possessive look appear on his face again. I saw it on the porch right before he spun me around and rammed himself deep into my aching channel.

“You’ll find out when I get home,” he promises and rolls from the bed. He pulls on his jeans. It’s a shame to watch him cover up his body. He’s beautiful and strong and solid. The kind of man that I’ve only read about.

He slips on a button up plaid shirt, but he’s busy watching me and he misses two of them. “Come here.”

When he steps closer, I unbutton and rebutton it correctly. “There. Can’t have my man looking rumpled.”

He doesn’t say anything, and I look up. He’s staring at me with some emotion in his expression that I can’t read. Finally, he repeats my words in a gruff tone, “Your man?”

Maybe what happened last night was nothing more than a fling to Ryker. But he leans down and presses his lips to mine. “Say it again.”

“My man,” I repeat, relief making me giddy.

“And don’t you forget it,” he commands. I love it when his voice takes on that growly note, and his eyes darken like this. My man is hungry for me.


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