Sold to the MC Men Read online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
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Dig glanced down at the door where the club’s woman was staying. He couldn’t think of her as a prisoner or someone who owed them.

The debt wasn’t hers. Running his fingers through his black hair, he took a step forward, then back, then forward.

This shouldn’t be so hard.

He was used to going to women and paying them for a good time. Leah was different. He didn’t know why. She had tits, ass, and pussy like all the other women, but she called to him in ways he couldn’t even understand.

From the moment he saw her wild, green eyes, he’d been hooked. He knew he had to protect her, and getting her away from her mother was the only way he’d be able to do that.

Now that she was away from her, he could think clearly.

It was crazy all the kinds of things he wanted to do to this woman. The main one was to protect her, to let her know it would be all right.

He stepped up to her door and knocked. The men were all downstairs, enjoying a drink. They’d ordered a pizza, and he’d offered to be the one to go and get Leah. She hadn’t come downstairs since they showed her to her room, and he missed her.

At least on the monitors he could watch her.

Now, he didn’t have the excuse.

She opened the door, and there was a smile on her face.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi.” He wasn’t used to talking with women. Giving them instructions, sure. Suck my dick. Take it deep. Fuck my cock. Let me have that ass. They weren’t exactly nice words for a lady to hear, and now he didn’t know what the fuck to do.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Me, I’m fine. Perfectly fine. We’ve ordered pizza. Would you like some?” That’s it, Dig, sound like a fucking pussy.

“I would. I thought I was going to be the girl that cooked?”

“You will be. Believe me, you’ll be having some food.”

She smiled up at him, and it was the sweetest smile of his fucking life.

She left the door open, and he saw she had the window open.

“Is everything okay?” he asked.

“It’s great. I just wanted to freshen the air.”

All the bedsheets were on the bed, and it didn’t look like she was trying to escape.

She tucked her long brown hair behind her ear. He wanted to touch the strands to see if they were as soft as silk.

They looked it.

Get a grip, Dig.

He’d killed people, fucked up their faces and bodies all in the name of revenge, and for now, he couldn’t think of a couple of words to put together to impress this girl.

They walked down the corridor, and he let her go first.

Years of being stabbed in the back by people he was supposed to trust stopped him from having any faith in her.

They got to the bottom of the stairs, and he reached in front of her, opening the main doors. They guys were all sitting around the table near the kitchen. Ten pizzas were open, and fries with lots of greasy cheese covered them.

They looked so good.

The moment they entered, the guys paused in conversation.

One glance at Edge, and Dig saw his President enjoying the view. Even in jeans and a large shirt, there was no denying Leah was a pretty girl with a smoking hot body. She had curves galore, and his dick ached to feel them against him. Just one look at those hips, and he wanted to hold them tightly as he fucked her harder. Her fat, juicy thighs as well, he’d love to have them wrapped around him as he plowed into her.

Junior pulled out a chair. “For you, sweetheart,” he said.

She smiled, and Dig wanted to punch Junior for taking his thunder right out from under him.

He could pull out a chair.

Leah eased out the chair next to her. “You want to sit with me?” she asked, looking toward him.

Dig smiled.

“Sure thing, doll.” He walked to the seat just as Trick put a plate in front of her, and to everyone’s surprise, Tank put three slices of different pizzas on her plate.

“Let us know your favorite,” Tank said.

She offered Tank a smile, and the unemotional bastard nodded back.

There was even a flicker of something behind his eyes that Dig couldn’t make out.

“I’ll cook tomorrow. I promise,” Leah said.

“It’s fine. Pizza’s good,” Junior said. “The Chinese place is pretty good as well. Oh, and the erm, what’s it called … diner, yeah, that’s good as well.”

“You guys have a lot of takeout?” Leah asked.

“We have to. Junior doesn’t know what moldy bread or meat is.”

“It’s fine on cheese. I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, Edge,” Junior said.

Leah laughed. “There are some things that really shouldn’t have mold on. Personally, I don’t like mold on my cheese.”


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