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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“But you…your club brothers, you never talk about sex?”

“Uh, if you didn’t notice, the brothers with ol’ ladies are hyper-protective of them. No, they don’t give details. Ever. I had to share living quarters with Rooster and Shelby when she was on tour and all I can tell you is that they’re a loud and often kind of couple. I covered my head with my pillow and prayed for Rooster to be cursed with erectile dysfunction. I didn’t stand by and take notes.”

“I just want to learn to be good at it.”

Something vulnerable in her voice tugs at my conscience. Forgot I had one for a decade.

I grab my coffee and take a quick sip. It’s cool now. Bitter. I set the mug on its coaster again. “What are you doing Friday?”

She blinks a few times, then frowns. “Uh, I’m going to this car show thing in downtown Johnsonville. Why?”

“Car show? Really?” Interest colors my question. The way she shifts her gaze away, I think she assumes I’m making fun of her.

An awful idea forces me to ask something I shouldn’t. “Are you going to the car show to troll for a sex coach?”

“What?” Her brow wrinkles with an indignant frown. “No! It’s the first show this season. I go to them all the time.”

“By yourself?”

“Well, sometimes my friend April comes with me. Or my cousin Paul goes but it’s rare we both have a night off.”

“What do you do?”

Her eyes light up, then her mouth turns down, wiping the joy off her face. “Nothing exciting. I’m usually the youngest person there. They close off a section of Main Street. Everyone parks facing the street instead of parallel to the curb.” She makes a series of hand gestures to demonstrate. “It’s rather informal. You just walk up and down, checking out everyone’s classic. If you go often enough, you get to see the different stages of restoration for some of the vehicles. A lot of people work on their own cars. I take mine to⁠—”

“Griff?”

“Well, Jerry’s Garage, but yes, Griff’s done a lot of the work on it. But Jerry knows my dad from the Chamber of Commerce, so he always helps me out.”

Chamber of Commerce. What the fuck am I thinking? I can’t get involved with this woman. Even if it’s only for a few fuck lessons.

Demons help me. Forbidden fruit really is the sweetest.

“Are you allowed to bring a guest?”

“Y-yes,” she stammers. “Of course. You drive up, pay five bucks, park and put a card with some info about your car on the dash, then walk around if you want to. Some people stay with their cars because they don’t trust people. But I like to walk around.”

“You’re not worried about someone damaging your car?”

“Not really. The people who go to this are mostly local and pretty respectful. The diner stays open late and some of the businesses have sales and stuff. It’s a nice way to support the community.”

“You don’t support Pine Hollow?” I tease. “The actual community where you live and have your business?

“Business comes to us from Johnsonville too.” She lifts her chin. “Pine Hollow only does one car show a year and I go to that one too, smarty pants.”

A rough chuckle rumbles out of me. Can’t remember the last time someone as cute as Margot called me that.

“Can we go together?” I ask.

She throws me a surprised side-eye. “Like a date?”

“I don’t do that,” I remind her, shuddering at the thought.

No matter how much she says she likes me or trusts me, I don’t peg Margot for a woman who’s comfortable jumping into bed with someone she barely knows. What’s the point of giving her “lessons” if we start off on a rocky foundation? All my hands-on training will be wasted.

“Let’s hang out one on one,” I suggest. “When you’re not under the influence of pot brownies. And we’ll see how things go.”

Pink spreads over her cheeks and she ducks her head. “Sure. I’d like that.”

“Good. What time do you want me here?”

“Um, six. Is that okay?”

“I’ll be here.” I slap my hands on my thighs and stand. “I better get going.”

She stands, an uncertain expression playing over her face. I sure as fuck want to stay. Take her to her room, strip her down, and teach her all the ways our bodies can work together.

“Sure.” She nods quickly. “It’s a long drive.”

Maybe she doesn’t want me to stay. A few charming words and I could easily convince her.

But that’s not what I want.

“I’m sorry, I never asked,” she says in an apologetic tone. “Where do you live? Near Teller’s place?”

“No, between our downstate charter near Union and the upstate charter.”

“Oh. That is a long drive then. I’m sorry I kept you.”

“It’s fine. I’ll crash at Upstate’s clubhouse tonight. Z and Rock will probably call us to a joint church since everyone was here for the wedding.”


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