Wild Fire – Chaos Read Online Kristen Ashley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
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“Dutch—”

“You give great fuckin’ head, baby. I love it too that you know when to give over to me. And I love how wet you get doin’ it and how quick you come for me. But serious, with all we got, when I slide inside you, it’s gonna be all about you for me and me for you. I don’t care if I have to take us to Siberia to make that happen.”

“I hear Siberia is cold,” she said softly.

“I’ll keep you warm.”

“I’ve noticed you’re good at that,” she muttered.

“Babe.”

Her focus became hyper-alert.

“Dutch, I’ll exist on blowjobs and finger fucking as long as you need to keep it at that to give you what you need to take us where you need us to be when that happens between us. I’ll take anything from you. I’ll even give you my cat. Because you’re that man who deserves it. And you’re that man to me.”

Her words made something in his chest explode, busting apart, vaporizing.

Because of that, he took her mouth and kissed her tough.

And his Georgie, she took that.

But as the emotion he was feeling faded, he gentled it, she was with him on that too, until finally, he ended it.

“Now, we need some sleep,” he said quietly.

“Yeah, Dutch,” she replied.

“You get the bathroom first,” he said, and for some reason, that made her smile. So he asked, “What?”

“Well, I don’t know, that was pretty intense. And all of this is happening fast. And with what’s happening, I don’t think it comes as a surprise to either of us as to why. But if you ever get to wondering why some woman started falling for you, hard and swift, just remember, you always gave her the bathroom first.”

The first part made hella sense.

The last did not.

And he told her that by saying, “Babe.”

“Dutch, I first met you when you were doing a favor for your brother. You put others above yourself a lot. A whole lot. You gave me stuff about giving you the security code to my building when you know you’re not going to be that creepy jerk if things go wrong with us—”

“Things aren’t gonna go wrong with us.”

“You get my point.”

“Georgie—”

She slid her fingers into his hair on either side of his head and gave it a gentle jerk.

“You’re just that guy, Dutch. That guy. And I’m just really glad I met you.” She pulled him to her for a quick kiss, before she moved away and got off the bed. “Now we both need sleep. Because who flipping knows what’s gonna happen tomorrow.”

And she disappeared in the bathroom.

“Mwrr?” Murtagh asked from the door.

Dutch looked at the cat. “Yeah, we’re done.”

“Mwrrrrr,” Murtagh said, strolled in, jumped on the bed, did a yoga pose, and started licking his foot.

In fifteen minutes, he’d double-checked his house was locked down, the pizza box was in the fridge, the lights out, and Dutch was on his back in bed with Georgie tucked down his side, her cheek on his pec, Murtagh settled in on his abs.

Dutch was staring at the shadowed ceiling.

He knew by her breathing that Georgie was staring at his chest.

“What’d my ma talk to you about?” he asked.

“She’s worried about you,” she answered.

“What’d you say?”

“I told her I got you.”

He had his arm around her, and at that, he pulled her closer.

Because she had that right.

She had him.

Time passed.

Georgiana didn’t slide into sleep.

Neither did Dutch.

She knew that, which was why she relayed, “Just so you know, if you ever want my avid attention when you’ve got something really sexy and sweet and awesome to say, feel free to do it with two fingers inside me.”

Dutch started chuckling.

“Though, I will warn you, my attention was scattered seeing as that was hotter than you taking over my blowjob,” she continued.

He kept chuckling but spoke through it this time.

“Baby, you give fantastic head. I had to fuck that mouth.”

“Feel free to do that too. Whenever the spirit moves you.”

Murtagh flew off, protesting with an irate, “Merow!” when Dutch shifted to his side so he could pull Georgie in his arms, full frontal.

“You’re not supposed to move when Murtagh’s settled in, Dutch,” she educated.

“He’ll settle in again.”

“Yes, on you,” she mumbled. “Because you’re a cat thief.”

“Georgie, baby?”

“Yeah.”

“Be quiet, please, and go to sleep.”

“Okay, honey,” she whispered, and nestled closer.

That must have been what she needed, Dutch needing her to go to sleep, because within five minutes, she was gone.

Dutch was not.

He couldn’t get used to the new feeling in his chest, something he’d never felt.

It was weird.

Warm.

It wasn’t empty.

But it wasn’t tight.

He just didn’t know what was filling it.

He felt Murtagh settle in at the back of his head on his pillow.

The cat purred for a while.

Then that stopped and Dutch knew he, too, was asleep.

And it was then, Dutch got it.


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