Twist the Knife – Lost Kings MC Read Online Autumn Jones Lake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Forbidden, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
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“Minimizing risk.”

“Yeah.”

An odd sensation simmers along my spine. Margot’s acceptance, her kindness, makes her even prettier. Anxious eyes looking anywhere but at me. Dark lashes fluttering. Pink lips, just the perfect amount of pouty. None of that poison filler injected into her lips until they look like they’re ready to burst like so many women I encounter lately.

A vivid image of turning her around, sweeping her hair aside, and unzipping her dress won’t stop flashing in my mind. I’d ask her to keep those cute Barbie-pink heels on while I bent her over the nearest object and admired every inch of her.

“You’re impaired.” I need to hit the brakes on this sex tutor idea of hers now. I finish the last bite of my sandwich and start picking up the garbage. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“Sure.” She sounds so sad, I want to yank my words back.

She takes a bite of her sandwich and chews slowly. Good God, now I can’t stop thinking about having her mouth on me.

I jump up and almost fall right back down, my butt’s so numb from sitting on the ground for so long.

“I’m going to toss this.” I hold out the paper plate and wrappers in my hands. “There’s, uh, wedding cake in the cooler. I’ll be right back. Want anything?”

“Another can of Sprite?” She holds up her almost-empty can.

“There’s one in there.” I point to the cooler, then haul ass to the house.

The garbage cans on the other side of the house are overflowing with trash. “The fuck?” I grumble, stuffing my trash inside the closest one.

I need a minute to get control of myself.

As I head for the side door leading into the kitchen, I bump into Murphy. Figures he and Heidi didn’t leave yet.

“Where’ve you been?” he asks.

“Around.”

He tilts his head and frowns. “Why do you look so stressed?”

“I’m not.” I blow out a breath. “Hey, you got a truck or something I can borrow?”

His eyes widen, and his big, red beard shifts as his jaw drops slightly. “Since when do you want to sit in a cage?”

“I told Margot’s dad I’d drive her home, and she’s not dressed to ride.” I’m not telling Murphy what Margot shared with me. It feels too personal.

“Yeah, I’ll get you something.” He runs his hand over his beard. “Actually, Heidi’s car is still parked down here.” He tilts his head toward one of Teller’s garages.

“The Hellcat?” I ask hopefully.

He snorts. “No. Nice try, though. Her SUV.”

“Aw, shit. That thing barely qualifies as an SUV. It’s tiny.”

He shakes his head. “You want it or not?”

“Yeah, I’ll take it. Thanks, bro.” I slap his shoulder.

“I’ll get the keys.” He turns toward the house.

“I’ll go with you. The garbage cans are overflowing, I was going to ask Teller for some bags and clean that up before I go.” Playing with a day’s worth of trash should get my mind off of Margot’s request to be her sex…coach…tutor…whatever the fuck arrangement she proposed.

“You want to be garbage man instead of hanging with Margot?”

“I’m trying to be a polite guest.”

“I don’t think Charlotte wants her guests on garbage detail.”

He pulls the latch for the side door, and I follow behind him. Heidi and Charlotte’s friend Mercy are in the kitchen. Heidi glances up and beams at Murphy as if she hasn’t seen him in ten hours instead of ten minutes. So disgustingly, adorably domestic, these two.

“Hey, Little Hammer,” I say to Heidi. “Murphy said I can borrow your SUV for a couple hours. That okay with you?”

“Wow,” Mercy drawls. “You’re actually asking her permission, even though your bro said it was okay?” Her mocking tone isn’t as cute as the sass Shelby always throws my way. Or the witty banter I like to engage in with any of the club’s ol’ ladies. Maybe it’s because Mercy’s not an ol’ lady that I find her so fucking annoying.

Ignoring her, I keep my focus on Heidi.

“Of course you can borrow it,” she says. “How’s Margot feeling?”

“Better.”

Murphy hands me a set of keys. “Tank should be full. It hasn’t been run for a little while, though. If it gives you any trouble, let me know.”

“I will. Thanks.”

Outside, Dex is at the garbage cans. Apparently, he decided to play garbage man whether Charlotte likes it or not. I stuff the keys in my pocket and hurry to help him.

“Give it to me.” I wiggle my fingers for one of the industrial sized trash bags in his hands.

“Thanks,” he says, handing it over.

I give the bag a few good shakes to unfold it and hold it open while Dex tosses stuff inside.

“You talk to Emily?” I ask. Brother’s been pining for that cute redhead for months, everyone knows it. Since she’s Serena’s best friend, Dex has ample opportunities to run into her.

“Jesus Christ, why is everyone up in my business today? We’re supposed to be celebrating Teller and Charlotte finally gettin’ hitched, not worrying about who I do or don’t talk to.”


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