Will (Steele Riders MC Second Generation #1) Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Steele Riders MC Second Generation Series by C.M. Steele
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
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“You want to go riding?” His eyes light up. I nod, and he jumps up from our sofa, taking my hand. “Come on, beautiful, let’s not waste this wonderful day together. I haven’t had you on the back of my bike since you were sixteen.”

“Yes, and we were at the lake with the guys.”

“I was so pissed and horny, as I’m sure most of the guys were.”

“They weren’t.” He scoffs and tilts his head in disbelief. “Is that why you gave me a ride home?”

“Yes. You were in a tiny bikini, flaunting that flat stomach, perky, luscious breasts, and round ass that belonged to me while smiling and giggling at them. I thought I was going to have a heart attack and have to kill half my cousins and friends. The damn traitors.”

“Who told you I was there?”

“Connor.”

“He’s the one who invited me.”

“He’s a bastard. I’m really going to punch that bastard or hug him. He knew what the fuck he was doing when he did it. He wanted me to get you alone and on my bike. I’d been dreaming about it, craving it, and I told the fucker. My dick is so damn hard right now.” I pause and rub my chin, thinking about skipping the ride and taking her sexy ass upstairs. Then again, another idea pops in my head.

“Do you still have that bikini?”

“Yes,” I answered, smiling at him.

“Well, what are you waiting for, sexy?” He spins me around toward our staircase and swats my ass.

“So bossy. That might leave a mark.”

“Good, then everyone who gets a glance at that fabulous ass before they die will know you’re mine,” he grunts before I run up the stairs, giggling all the way. I love the man with my entire being, and I can’t wait until the day we’re married. The day can’t come fast enough. Sometimes I wonder why I decided to let our mothers go along and plan out this elaborate affair. Then again, I remember that I already live with him and the only thing missing is the title of Mrs. William Steele.

“Soon,” I whisper and shake my head while getting dressed. The countdown to the wedding feels endless.

Chapter Thirteen

Will

Waking up next to the most beautiful woman in the world is perfection. Even my dreams are filled with Melanie and our future. “Why are you smiling?” she says, turning onto her stomach and resting her head on her elbows.

I turn to my side. “I was just thinking about how perfect our life is.”

“It is fantastic,” she sighs, running her dainty, talented hand across my chest. “What are your plans for today?”

“Well, after I spend the morning worshiping between your thighs, I plan to go to work and then take you to dinner. Then, we will spend the rest of the evening at home doing whatever you please.”

“I’m starting to believe you take pleasure in making me happy, Mr. Steele.”

“I’m glad you’re finally seeing things my way, Miss Brandon.” My lips brush down on hers, and as always, just the simple act sends me into a frenzy. I pull her onto me, straddling my body with her legs on either side.

“Wow, Mr. Steele, someone is happy to see me this morning,” she teases, grinding her wet slit over my engorged length. Fuck—if my dick was out of my boxers, I’d already be filling her up.

“You know I’m always happy to see you, Raven.”

“Show me.” Suddenly my phone rings, killing the mood. It sucks that I have to answer it, but as the future head of the company and the Steele Riders, it’s always important I do. She attempts to roll off me, but that shit won’t fly. I slide my boxers down and slip the tip into her wetness, letting her work herself onto my meat.

As I answer, “Will here,” I mouth a simple, “Ride me,” and then pop her round ass.

“We have a situation at the clubhouse. I need you here as soon as possible,” my father says.

“Yes, I’ll be there in forty minutes.” I hold back a grunt when Melanie rolls her hips, squeezing my dick.

“Where are you? Not on the site—it’s Saturday.”

“You just woke me up.”

“You are the future president. You need to be here faster than that, Son. I need you here in twenty, pussy or not. Sorry, Beast.” Shit, her father’s there. Oops. I don’t give a fuck, but I look at my woman who is taking my dick to the hilt. Melanie blushes and then starts working her pussy faster on my cock, bouncing up and down, biting on her bottom lip.

“Okay. Fuck,” I groan, ending the call and tossing my phone across the room. “We can finish this later.”

“Or we can finish this now,” she moans. She’s right. I sit up and cradle the back of her skull; her long dark hair slides through my fingers.


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