Stone (Iron Rogues MC #9) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Crime, Erotic, Insta-Love, MC, Suspense, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Iron Rogues MC Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
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I tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear, my cheeks filling with heat at being the center of attention. “Oh, um…I really like Shaw, but we…um…barely know each other. So I’m not sure⁠—”

Molly interrupted me to say, “You might not be sure what’s happening between the two of you yet. But I am. You’re sitting there wearing Stone’s cut and using his first name. That’s all the proof I need to tell you to get ready to be claimed by your very own Iron Rogue.”

5

STONE

To my frustration, the meeting wasn’t going to be a short one. It was necessary, but that didn’t stop me from being irritated and grouchy.

We’d been vague about our assumptions in front of Britta. However, when Fox arrived in my office, I didn’t hesitate to verbalize it. “We have a fucking leak.”

He nodded and walked over to sit on the edge of my desk. “Don’t know how else someone would discover their location. Deviant and I buried that shit deep.”

“I know.” I tried to keep the resentment out of my tone, but I was still salty over his refusal to share the information with me.

Fox narrowed his eyes in warning, so I backed off before I ended up with his gun pointed at me. Then Maverick and several of my brothers walked in, halting our conversation anyway.

“Gotta be a motherfucking rat,” Maverick snarled.

“What did King have to say?” Whiskey asked as he took a position against the wall to the right of the door.

“Pissed as fuck,” Fox replied. “Had to be one of his guys because I kept the Iron Rogues far away from anything involving B and Marylin.”

“Britta,” I grated out, gritting my teeth.

Fox raised an eyebrow in question.

“Her name is Britta. Nobody but me calls her anything else.”

Fox pressed his lips together as if holding back a smile, and I narrowed my eyes. He cleared his throat and continued, “I kept them far away from Britta and her mother. King trusts his patches like I do you, so we’re confident it’s a prospect. Just need to find a way to smoke him out.”

“Francesco’s plant should be able to help with that,” I told them. “Probably easiest if we get them on a conference call rather than speculating what they can or might do. Get us all on the same page right away.”

Fox gave me a chin lift, indicating I should go forward with that plan.

Both men happened to be available, so we hashed things out for the next few hours. Without knowing much right then, we couldn’t do a whole lot until Francesco’s inside man or King’s investigation yielded some information.

I was fucking exhausted when I trudged down the hallway to my room. But I also felt lighter than I had in years. Britta was finally with me, in my arms and in my bed, and I was never letting her go.

The room was mostly dark when I entered, but I could see just enough from the partially closed door to the bathroom since Britta had left the light on in there. It probably made me a fucking pussy, but the fact that she’d been so considerate had warmth blooming in my chest.

She slept curled up in the center of the bed, her cheek resting on one pillow, with her gorgeous blond hair spread out behind her. Her curvy body was wrapped around my other pillow, and I smiled, thinking that she was using it as a substitute for me. Especially when she hugged it tighter and inhaled deeply before settling back down.

Damn, she was cute. And so fucking sexy that I’d been rock hard since the minute I saw her earlier in the day.

Before I met Britta, it had been years since I’d felt even a passing interest in a woman. But she brought out a side of me that I hadn’t even known was there.

After the incident during my first year out of law school, I’d built a wall around myself. It had been the only way to keep all the anguish and rage contained inside me. Since then, only my brothers have been able to penetrate it, but they couldn’t even break the shell completely.

I knew Britta would smash it to pieces. Maybe that should’ve scared the shit out of me, but it didn’t. The fear that I might let her down was still there, and it would probably drive her batshit crazy that I was so overprotective, but as long as she knew I loved her without limits, I had no doubt she’d put up with my caveman attitude.

She’d have to get used to it because there was nothing that I wouldn’t do to keep her.

I’d never felt such an overwhelming need—to fuck her, to keep her safe. Hell, just to fucking be around her.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her while I stripped out of my clothes. As much as I wanted to wake Britta with my hands and mouth all over her, I could see the darkness under her eyes, and her expression was pained.


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