Fighting the Forbidden – Ruthless & Royal Read Online Autumn Jones Lake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, Forbidden, MC, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
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Knees weak, heart pounding, I rest my palms against his chest and melt into him. He groans and brushes his knuckles under my chin, tipping my head back. His second kiss is slower and sweeter. My arms slip around his neck and his grip on my waist loosens, sliding down to pin me against his body, our connection so firm and complete.

I’m kissing Griffin “Stonewall” Royal. My brother’s best friend. The love of my life. The only boy I’ve ever wanted to kiss.

No, this is more than kissing. We’re exploring each other’s mouths. Slowly, lazily, our tongues meet and slide against each other’s. It’s sweet, a little sloppy, gentle but passionate. His hand dives into my hair, cradling my head, deepening our kiss. The wonder fades, replaced by a jolt of electricity shocking my nerve endings.

Could I flick his towel off and find out what’s poking against my hip? Would he show me how he likes to be touched? Would I really strip off all my clothes for Griff here in the locker room?

A needy moan eases out of me. I tighten my arms around his neck, raising myself higher on my tiptoes, close to climbing him like a tree.

Griff’s body stiffens.

He pulls back, trying to break our kiss, but I cling to him, not ready for this to end. Not when I’ve wanted him to kiss me for so long. To look at me as something other than his best friend’s little sister.

He stares down at me for a moment, his gaze lingering on my mouth.

“Griff?” I whisper.

“We can’t do this.”

No. No. No. We were doing fine.

Am I a bad kisser?

Would he rather be kissing someone else? Like the girl who so brazenly approached him earlier?

That’s it, isn’t it? By showing up here tonight, I stopped him from hooking up with one of the girls who love to bang the winner after a fight. Ring bunnies. Older than me. A lot more experienced. They’d know exactly how to keep Griff’s interest.

My legs wobble. Humiliation washes over me and I try to wriggle away, but his hold on me tightens. I lean up, aiming to kiss him again, but he jerks his head to the side and I graze his jawline instead.

“Griff?”

He finally releases me and places a soft, passion-less kiss to the top of my head. The kind of kiss you’d give a kid after they skinned their knee or something.

Ouch.

Griff

Kissing Molly was something I swore I wouldn’t do. Not yet.

I’m harder than steel. So close to taking what’s mine.

Against my better judgment, I bury my hand in her hair, tilting her head back for another kiss. I have to taste her one more time before I stop this craziness. Her eyes widen in surprise. A soft, hesitant smile curves her lips for a second before I seal my mouth against hers.

This second kiss, I take my time, slowly teasing and tasting. She’s as sweet as I always suspected but also spicy. Cherry lip balm and cinnamon candy.

Tearing my mouth away, I stare down at her kiss-swollen lips and dazed eyes. I did that.

Remy’s going to kill me.

Fuck it. I go in for one more kiss, spearing my fingers through her hair and cupping the back of her head. One more kiss to remember how good she feels, to keep with me through the next few months. Her blue eyes flash with desire. She wants this as much as I do. I’d have to be blind and stupid not to know how she feels. Messing with her is a damn shitty thing to do, but I can’t help myself.

Her soft fingers trace over my shoulders and down my arms, brush against my chest, reminding me a thin piece of terry cloth is all that stands between my cock and Molly. We could lose control any second. I don’t want to fuck Molly in the locker room like she’s some ring bunny I don’t give two shits about. I want our first time to be special. I want her to feel how important she is to me.

“Molly, we have to stop.” What I want to do is take her to my bed and learn every inch of her curvy little body. Figure out what sets her on fire. But I don’t have that right. Not yet.

“No, we don’t,” she says with a firm authority I’m not used to hearing from her.

“Not here.”

Not anywhere. What the hell am I saying?

Don’t encourage this madness.

We can’t.

I take both of her hands in one of mine and press another quick kiss to her forehead before releasing her. I grab my clothes off the floor and hurry the fuck away to get dressed and regain control of myself.

“Stay there,” I call over my shoulder as I head for the showers.

Behind the curtain, I bang my head against the wet tile, willing my erection to go away.



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