Wretched Love (Sons of Templar MC – New Mexico #1) Read Online Anne Malcom

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sons of Templar MC - New Mexico Series by Anne Malcom
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
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“I was happy to submit to you,” he said against my neck. “And I’m tempted to get you wasted more often to see what else you do.”

My eyes rolled back in my head. “So I didn’t… embarrass you?” I asked quietly.

The hand between my legs paused, and Swiss’s head came up. “That’s what you’re thinkin’?” he asked. “That you embarrassed me?”

I nodded slowly, hot with shame.

Swiss grasped my chin. “Kate, I have no idea what kind of asshole your ex was, and by the sounds of it I really don’t want to because then I’ll be taking a trip to meet him.” His eyes went dark. “And that would not go well for him.”

My breath hitched.

“But,” Swiss continued, “you are not with him anymore. You’re with me.” His eyes blazed, emphasizing his sincerity. “And you do not have to worry about fuckin’ embarrassing me. Not ever. You party as much or as little as you like. You wear whatever the fuck you like, preferably without a bra.”

His hand moved to tweak my nipple.

“I know you’re new to the outlaw world, babe. But you’ll learn that we live hard. That we party harder. We don’t give a fuck about appearances.”

I stared into his eyes, my head thumping and my heart fluttering.

“I don’t know what shit you’ve had before, but you don’t need to apologize to me about havin’ a good time.” His burnt coffee orbs sparkled as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. “And you certainly don’t need to apologize for what you did last night. It was a first for me, which is sayin’ a lot.”

Blurry images ran through my mind as I remembered the power I felt last night, liberated by tequila. I immediately knew I wouldn’t be able to replicate that night, that feeling again. But that’s what made it so special.

And the only dread I had about last night completely dissipated. Despite how close to death I was feeling in that moment—soothed quite a bit by the look Swiss was giving me—I’d had fun. Beyond fun.

My phone buzzed. I groaned. “That’s got to be Julian,” I said, my voice ragged. “I only met the man once, but I know he’s serious about coffee and have a feeling he’s not going to stop calling until I arrive.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Swiss replied, yanking the covers back to expose my naked body. His hands went to my legs, spreading them so he could settle in between them. “I’m serious about eating my woman’s pussy first thing in the morning.”

And I could not formulate an argument to go against that.

Swiss gave me a ride to work.

On the back of his bike.

Well, first we stopped at the motel so I could change into different clothes and put on a little makeup. Swiss had lounged on the bed and watched me the entire time. He did not hurry me. To the contrary… He acted like he didn’t have anywhere else to be but right there.

It was both comforting and unnerving. My nerves were frayed from these past few days, battling both of those feelings. Battling my fight-or-flight instinct. It was really only in moments of pause when such thoughts became overwhelming. When I had too much time to think about it all.

Which was why it was a good thing I quickly got ready and back on the bike to go to the coffee shop.

Aside from a vague throbbing of my head, my hangover was mostly gone. Sex must’ve been the ultimate cure for that. I had a feeling that sex with Swiss was a cure for almost everything.

Though it was still mid-morning, the air was warm and balmy, even on the bike. It was gearing up to be another hot New Mexico day. My skin soaked up the sun, already hungry for me. Although I didn’t grow up in the dry, unyielding heat, I felt like I was made for it. Like my body was desperate for it.

The bike roared to a stop at the front of the café, which indeed did look busy.

Swiss surprised me by getting off the bike at the same time as me.

“You don’t have to walk me in,” I told him, running my hand through what was probably helmet hair.

“I sure as fuck do,” he replied, pulling me to his side to kiss my head. He started walking us inside, opening the door for me. “Plus,” he said, holding the door, “I need some java, and this shit is like crack.” He winked.

I breathed in the smell of coffee grounds and food cooking in the kitchen, already feeling amped up for the day ahead. Though I already missed the man beside me.

“Good, you’re here,” Julian muttered, looking up, barely glancing at Swiss. He picked up a plate and shoved it in my direction. “Eat this.”


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