Storm (Iron Rogues MC #4) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Novella, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Iron Rogues MC Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
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I wasn’t surprised to find Staci standing at the stove since she loved to cook. Flashing me a smile over her shoulder, she greeted, “Morning.”

“Good morning,” I murmured.

She wagged her brows. “Have a good night?”

Blushing, I nodded. “Yeah, the best.”

“Mmmhmm, I’m sure you did.” After lowering the heat on the burner she was using to cook French toast, she turned toward me. “I hope you know what you’re doing with Storm because your dad is going to flip out when he finds out about you two. As far as he’s concerned, you’re still his baby girl, especially since he hasn’t been able to really see you grow up.”

I knew my dad couldn’t do much to Gideon from jail—especially since he was an Iron Rogue and going up against them would put the men in his club at risk. But my dad’s reaction to me being with the man he’d trusted to look out for me all these years freaked me out. Hoping for more time before word got back to him, I downplayed what was going on. “I think it’s way too soon to worry about what my dad might think about Gideon and I being together. It’s only been a day.”

Staci’s gaze darted over my shoulder, and her eyes widened. That was all the warning I got before Gideon’s arms wrapped around me as he growled, “Guess I gotta show you what a difference one day can make to your life. ’Cause no way in hell am I taking a step back after last night. Not for anyone, even your dad.”

Then he threw me over his shoulder as though it was nothing, and I squealed, kicking my feet, even though I loved how easily he carried me. “Gideon, what are you doing?”

“You heard me,’” he grunted, taking the steps two at a time, still lifting me like I was lighter than air. “Gotta show my woman what last night meant.”

The steely determination in his voice sent a delicious shiver down my spine. Gideon was the only man who I had ever been interested in. His reaction to an offhand comment made me feel so desired. And not just because he’d already taken me to bed.

Throwing open the door, he didn’t even break his stride as he shut it behind us and then plopped me down on the mattress. Crouching so we were at eye level, those gorgeous dark brown eyes met mine, full of fire and something else that already had my panties damp.

“What did you mean by it only being a day?” he growled.

I shrugged, feeling my cheeks becoming overpoweringly hot. “That we’ve only been together a day, you know…”

He gripped my chin with his fingers. “I don’t know, baby. But what I do know is that you’re mine, and I’m yours. Do you understand that? I don’t just fuck to fuck. Before I even took your sweet cherry, it was all over for me. I knew back when you were too young for me to touch that we were going to belong to each other, and what happened between us in this bed yesterday just confirmed it.”

He’d already said something similar last night, but hearing it again struck me even more. His fingers trailed down my arms, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

“You really knew?” I asked, my voice coming out a whisper.

“Yes. And you understand that you’re mine?” he asked.

I swallowed hard and nodded, my voice getting caught in my throat.

“Good girl,” he growled before crushing his lips to mine and taking my breath away.

His hands tangled in my hair as he pressed my body flat against the mattress. Then his full lips skimmed along the neckline of my shirt, scratching me with his beard, but I didn’t mind. All I could focus on was the immense pleasure already building between my thighs.

“It hasn’t even been a day, but it feels like this greedy pussy needs some attention,” he murmured, rubbing his hand over my jeans.

The exquisite friction was almost too much as I moaned, bucking my hips to meet his hand. “Yes, please.”

He laughed against my sensitive skin. “Then be my good girl and tell me what you want.”

With expert stealth, my jeans and panties were off, exposing my bare pussy to his waiting hands. “You,” I gasped. “I need to feel you inside me again. Please.”

His mouth was back on mine as he parted my folds, skimming his fingers over my arousal. “So wet for me already, baby. It only took a day for your sweet pussy to become addicted to my cock, didn’t it?”

“It did.”

I had a feeling I wasn’t going to live down that comment for a long while. But if he gave me a little sexual torture, followed by orgasms, when he brought it up…who was I to argue?

“Good, because I’m fucking obsessed with your pussy, baby.” He pulled back, putting his wet finger to my lips. “See, taste yourself.”


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