Blood & Bone – Easy (Blood Fury MC #12) Read Online Jeanne St. James

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Mafia, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Blood Fury MC Series by Jeanne St. James
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Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
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Stella’s half-sister and the former sweet butt looked happy as fuck with her ol’ man. Not that she ever looked otherwise. Liz had always been an easy-going woman who was laughing and smiling. Easy could see why Crash had set his sights on her the second he saw her.

Originally, everyone thought Ozzy had fucked up a good thing with her. But in the end, it turned out to be the best thing for both Oz and Liz. Both had found the right partners for them. Partners they considered their other halves.

He turned back to the pavilion only to have his heart seize.

How the hell did she sneak up on him? Had he been that caught up in his thoughts?

“What are you doing?”

“Chillin’,” Easy answered Angel, who was blocking his view of the pavilion.

Like Jude, her hand was extended down to him.

His eyebrows pinned together. Angel didn’t smoke. He shrugged and offered her his cigarette.

She yanked her hand back and made a face. “I don’t want that gross thing.”

“Then, what the fuck d’you want?”

The willowy-thin sweet butt laughed. “To dance. Come on.”

“Don’t feel like dancin’.”

“Just so you know… we’re feeling ignored. Why have you been avoiding us? Do you have someone you’re keeping secret? Because we all know how much you love to fuck, so you must have someone else if you’re not fucking us.”

For fuck’s sake. “Maybe I’m just not in the mood.”

Angel’s peal of laughter, loud and shrill enough to draw attention, made him wince. He purposely didn’t look over to the pavilion to see if Tessa noticed but kept his attention on Angel instead. “What? Women can be not in the mood, but men can’t?”

Angel’s eyes went wide. “Did you get probed and replaced by some kind of alien?”

“No.”

“Did you hit your head?”

He sighed. “No.”

“Do you have crabs or does it burn when you pee and you just don’t want to tell us? Are you trying to save us from catching whatever you got?”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ. No!” While a sexually transmitted disease would be a good excuse for why he was avoiding the sweet butts, it would also throw everyone into a damn panic.

“What then? This isn’t you, E. Since when have you avoided sex in the same way we all avoid STDs?”

Easy closed his eyes for a second and simply breathed. When he opened them, he climbed to his feet. “Fine. You wanna dance, we’ll dance. That gonna make you happy?”

“It’s a start.”

It would be the end, too, because that was all she was getting from him tonight. He didn’t even fucking like dancing. Actually, he hated it.

“I ain’t fast dancin’,” he warned Angel.

She grinned up at him, slipped her arm under his cut and around his waist and bumped her shoulder into his arm. “You know I like it fast or slow.”

Dancing with Angel would be a good idea since him avoiding the sweet butts had caught their attention. Not only theirs but others.

Yeah, it would be a good idea, but one he hoped to fuck he wouldn’t regret.

Angel steered him closer to the rollback and to where Crash and Liz were smiling at one another while they danced in each other’s arms.

He smoothed the frown from his face and gave the couple a chin lift. The Dirty Angel answered him with one of his own and Liz shot him one of her huge, genuine smiles.

Easy had been with Liz only a handful of times and he knew firsthand that Crash was a lucky bastard. She was the complete package. Smart as fuck, beautiful, great personality, smoking hot body and, the best part, she loved sex, was up for just about anything and was quite open about it, too.

Angel stepped in front of Easy and pressed her slender body against his, hooking both of her arms around his neck. As soon as she did, Syn’s band transitioned into their cover of I get off by Halestorm. Not quite a slow song for him to move to, but he stuck it out as Angel began to shimmy against him in ways that made it impossible to mistake her end game.

She was doing her best to get him hard, worked up and to break his “dry spell.”

By grinding against his cock and by pressing her unrestrained tits into his chest. By rising onto her toes to brush her lips along his jawline, by nipping at his earlobe, then pulling the elastic band free from his ponytail and releasing his long hair.

What she did next would normally get him every damn time. She shoved a hand up his T-shirt and tweaked his nipples.

Goddamn it, unfortunately the sweet butt knew his fucking weak spot. He thought about getting them pierced like Rev and Deke but every time he pictured a needle getting shoved through his nipple, bile rose up his throat.



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