Torrid (Judgement #2) Read Online Abbi Glines

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Judgement Series by Abbi Glines
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
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Ozzy sat across the room, watching me. He was starting to appear concerned. I didn’t normally hit the bag this long. I usually moved on to weights. But I needed to hit something. Leaving the bed of the woman you were dating after some less than enjoyable sex and finding the hottest fuck you’d had in God knew how long standing in the hallway, wrapped in a bath towel that barely covered her pussy, was the worst kind of luck a man could have.

To make matters worse, you found out that the sexy, sweet, sad beauty you’d fucked like an animal wasn’t sweet or sad. She was a complete spoiled bitch. Which made a lot more sense because, seriously, a girl who looked and fucked like that one shouldn’t be in need of a ride ever. She should have a list of names a mile long to call.

Even with all the shit I now knew about her, my dick had still gotten hard minutes after getting off in her sister’s cunt.

I might be here all day, hitting the damn bag. The war of emotions inside my head wasn’t easing up. I was dating a woman who checked all the boxes for a perfect catch. The settling-down type. She had it all. The sex wasn’t great, sure, but did I expect married sex to be great? No. Even good sex would get boring after some time anyway. You couldn’t build a relationship on sex.

Yet every time I’d closed my eyes last night, it was the younger sister that I had seen. Naked, on her hands and knees, while I slammed my cock into her tight cunt. Her ass.

I shouted angrily as I hit the bag. Why couldn’t I let that memory go?! She wasn’t the only hot ass I’d fucked.

Dropping my arms, I stood there, breathing hard as Ozzy tilted his head, still watching me. “Be glad you’re neutered and not ruled by a tight pussy,” I told him, taking off the gloves and tossing them onto the weight bench.

Just three more weeks, and she’d be out of her sister’s house. I could stay busy and cut down on the time I saw Selena while she was there. Once Liberty left her house, we could go back to the regular pattern.

Unless Liberty told her. Which could happen. Although I’d fucked Liberty before I ever went on that first date with Selena. It might not matter to Selena though, and I couldn’t trust Liberty not to lie just to hurt her sister. From what Selena had told me, it sounded like something she might do.

I stalked over to my phone and picked it up. Selena hadn’t called, which was a good thing. She was one to face issues, not bury them. If she’d spoken to Liberty and found out I’d fucked her, then she’d have called me.

The worst that could happen was, she’d stop seeing me. I wouldn’t be heartbroken. I wasn’t in love. She was just something that might become something more. I liked the way we sounded even if the way I felt wasn’t deep.

Maybe I should just break it off. End this now.

Ozzy stood up and walked past me toward the stairs, ready to go back up. Sighing, I grabbed my towel and wiped the sweat from my face, then nodded at him to go on.

I would figure it out later. Right now, I had to call Micah, my vice president, and deal with shit that had gone down at one of our clubs in Miami last night. Toxic Throttle was our most popular location down there, and it got rowdy more often than not. Once club business was handled, I had to get to Devil’s and sign off on some bills.

If I kept myself distracted, then I wouldn’t have time to think about Liberty or Selena.

I stood on the driveway outside my house, waiting for Madeline’s Mercedes G-Wagon to come to a stop, then went to open the back seat door. My oldest grandson, Cree, beamed up at me, making all the bad shit melt away.

“Papa!” he shouted. “I came to see you!”

I started unbuckling him from his car seat. “And I’ve been waiting out here since your momma called and said you were headed this way. Come tell me all about this new horse I heard you got with your dad last week.”

His eyes went wide. “It’s big and black! I got me a cowboy hat, too, just like Dad’s.”

I lifted him from his seat and held him in my arms as he wrapped his little arms around me. Looking over his shoulder, I smiled at my daughter. She was older now than her mother had ever been, and there wasn’t a day I didn’t wish Etta could have seen her grow up. See her now. Know the boys.


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