Standing His Ground: Greer Read Online Jamie Begley (Porter Brothers #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Dark, Erotic, MC, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Porter Brothers Trilogy Series by Jamie Begley
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 104147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
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Holly started hitting his shoulders. “I knew you couldn’t help being a jerk.”

“I was only teasing you to get you to relax.” He took her wrists, raising them over her head.

“Men always joke about my breasts! Another five hundred dollars, and I’ll finally have enough to have the breast reduction I scheduled for next month.”

His teasing look disappeared, replaced by one of horror. “Over my dead body.”

She gave him a smug look. “You don’t have any say over it. It’s my body, and I can do whatever I want with it.”

“Not anymore. It’s mine.”

“No, it’s not. It’s just a breast reduction—”

“Woman …” Greer lowered his head, pressing his lips in the V between her breasts and releasing her hands. Parting his lips, his tongue traveled up the slope of her breast to twirl around the nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

Holly arched as he bit down on the sensitive tip, and his hair fell over her breast, so she couldn’t see what he was doing. Her desire escalated as she watched his profile while he played with her nipple.

Blinking, she raised her head so she could get a better look at the lobe of his ear.

“I didn’t know your ear was pierced.” If she hadn’t been so close to him, she would have never seen the silver cross earring.

“No one ever notices it.” He rolled over onto his back, levering her over him until she was sitting on his hard stomach. Then he reached out, squeezing one breast into a plump mound. “You can’t deny a husband this sight. It would be sacrilegious.” He released her breast, trailing his fingers to her flat stomach that trembled at his touch. “Your waist is tiny.” He slid his hand across her waist to her curvy hip, which always kept her from fitting into the slim jeans she kept promising herself she would be able to fit into one day. Following the outline of her body to her thighs, his eyes grew sultry. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he sensuously stretched out beneath her. “If I could draw Venus, she would look like you.”

At first, she thought he was teasing her, but the appreciation in his eyes told her otherwise, bringing a lump to her throat.

“Don’t you dare change a thing about your body.”

“I won’t,” she whispered.

He put one hand behind her neck, lowering her lips to his. She sucked in her breath, terrified it wouldn’t be as good she had imagined.

If she hadn’t loved him before, she would have when she experienced his kiss. Since she was sixteen and experienced her first kiss, men had always given her only a peck before focusing on her breasts. Greer, however, held her in place as he explored the outline of her lips in the manner he had her body before sliding his tongue into her mouth, stroking hers with his until her breasts flattened against his chest as she tried to prolong the breathtaking kiss.

She smoothed her hands over his shoulders as his mouth enticed her to lose all inhibitions that were holding her back. She knew what the strange feelings she hadn’t been able to explain were. She had battled her attraction to Greer for so long that, when she had actually been touched by him, she was afraid he would turn into the mean Greer who would insult her and not care how she felt.

The first time a man and a woman had sex, it involved trust. Therefore, when she had touched Greer intimately for the first time, she had her barriers up, expecting him to show the same scorn for her he had always shown. In the bathroom, she had decided to take a chance on him, and when she had actually touched him, her body hadn’t received the same message of trust. The feel of his hands on her flesh relieved her of that worry.

She had assumed he would make love like his personality—raunchy, rough, and devil may care. Instead, he was showing a different side of himself.

Then he flipped her over to lie beside her, tugging her leg over his hip so his cock could nestle between her thighs.

“Are you on the pill?”

She had been so enraptured by what he was doing to her that she now castigated herself for not thinking about it.

“Yes.”

Pulled out of the dizzying fog he had created, she felt a pinch of regret. She wanted a baby, one who looked like Greer. He had told his family he wanted children, which was why he was searching for a wife. That he was concerned raised a suspicion that he wasn’t serious and was pretending to exact his revenge.

He swept his fingers upward, nudging her thighs farther apart with his forearm. Finding her damp center, he rubbed her clit until she wanted to scream at him to stop teasing her.


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