Steele (Shadowridge Guardians MC #1) Read Online Pepper North

Categories Genre: Biker, Contemporary, Insta-Love, MC Tags Authors: Series: Shadowridge Guardians MC Series by Pepper North
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Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
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“It’s the truth. You should always tell your Daddy the truth.”

“Amen!” a large gruff man commented from the side of the room, looking deliberately at a pretty Goth girl who Ivy had met at the large breakfast gathering.

“Dad! He’s talking about her Daddy, not a dad,” Remi said in exasperation, causing the older man to chuckle.

Ivy rushed to follow Steele. As soon as they were alone in the hallway, she hissed, “They all know?”

When Steele nodded, she asked, “About us or about Daddies in general?”

“Both.”

Shell-shocked, Ivy followed Steele into the apartment. As she tried to process that information through her jumbled brain, she stepped out of her sneakers while he toed off his heavy boots, leaving them next to the door. Trailing him through the rooms, Ivy watched Steele turn on the water to warm.

The sight of him stripping off his shirt totally distracted her. When his fingers unbuttoned his jeans, she whirled around, making herself dizzy. She should not be watching him undress.

“Whoa!” She steadied herself against the door frame.

“Shower time, Little girl.”

His hands lifted the borrowed T-shirt she’d slept in and still wore. Automatically, she lifted her arms to let him tug it off. “Are we going to shower together?” she squeaked as he turned her gently around to face him.

“You are too dizzy to shower by yourself,” he answered simply before pushing her sweatpants over her hips.

When his fingers hooked into the sides of her panties, she slapped her hands over his. “I’m not really anything to look at,” she said self-consciously, not wishing to disappoint him.

Steele turned his hand to capture hers. Pulling it gently forward, he placed her hand against his pelvis. His hard shaft jutted through the opening in the material under her hand. Without thinking, her fingers moved automatically to attempt to wrap around his erection. She squeezed, feeling the thickness of the rigid shaft.

“Little girl,” he growled, and she let go of him as if his flesh were on fire.

Quickly, Steele removed the last of her clothing and helped her step free. He slid the jeans down his muscular thighs and kicked them away. After dealing with his socks and tossing the pile of their clothing into the hamper, Steele urged her into the walk-in shower.

It was huge with two showerheads. Groaning in delight, Ivy stepped under one and stuck her face into the cascade of water. She felt Steele’s skin brush against hers and she looked over her shoulder to see him so close.

The expanse of his body mesmerized her. Ivy scanned his physique, honed by work and an obvious workout routine. She’d seen the large fitness room where the Guardians worked out. Steele must live in there.

“Oh, what big eyes you have, Little girl.”

“Sorry!” Ivy slammed her eyes shut and wobbled unbalanced in the shower stall. Reaching out for something to steady her, she grabbed his thick biceps.

“Let me see those beautiful green eyes, Ivy,” he gently reprimanded her.

“I keep staring at you.”

“I’m a big boy. I can handle a bit of staring.”

“Big?” She seized on that word and giggled.

Opening her eyes, she peeked at his face and tried to keep her gaze focused there.

His lips twisted into an amused smirk. “Let’s get you clean.”

Grabbing an old-fashioned bar of white soap, Steele rubbed it over her skin with one hand and spread the lather with the other. When she tilted off balance, he steadied her against his hard frame. Ivy could feel his cock pressing into her side.

“Eep!” she squeaked as he whisked the bar between her buttocks before his hand followed to clean her. Steele wrapped his arm holding the soap around her waist to hold her steady.

“Nothing is off limits to your Daddy.”

Ivy nodded without thinking. She started to protest, but realized that this had always been her fantasy. To have someone who cared so much about her that he took care of her completely. His fingers brushed over that small entrance hidden between her buttocks, and Ivy gritted her teeth to avoid moaning.

His fingertip poked slightly inside, making the ring of muscles burn from the touch of the soap. She rose onto her toes, freezing at the feel of his beard as he leaned forward to remind her, “Daddy is in charge.” Before she could agree or disagree, he guided her to turn around, and the water pelted over her sensitized skin.

She watched with anticipation as Steele rotated the soap in his powerful hands. Ivy could almost feel his gaze brush over her skin as he scanned her body while building up a lather. Locking her gaze on his face, she watched his expression as he washed the front of her body. The desire burning in his eyes blazed hotter as he touched her. His hands glided over her collarbones and shoulders before sliding down her arms. Spreading her fingers, he massaged her hands, making her whole body relax.


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