Mykel Read online Bella Jewel (King’s Descendants MC #3)

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: King's Descendants MC Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
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After a moment, he rolls off and I hear him fumbling around with his jeans.

Then, into the darkness, he tells me, “You should go back before you get sick. You need dry clothes.”

Wow.

Just wow.

I press my lips together, but his words hurt. They’re so . . . cold.

I don’t know what it is about me that makes him that makes him treat me this way, but I’m certain of one thing—it’s bloody upsetting.

“Okay,” I say softly, pushing to my feet and fixing my pants by simply pulling them to the side. Then I straighten my top, and turn, walking up the grassy hill towards the path.

“Waverly,” he calls after me, but I don’t say anything.

Fuck him.

Fuck them all.

WHEN I WAKE IN THE morning, my head is pounding and I feel like I’ve had not nearly enough sleep. I don’t have a phone—it did a dive into the water with me—so I can’t contact anyone.

I blink and let the morning light smash into my eyes. Why must it be so damned bright and chirpy in the morning? Why must the birds sing? Why must anyone be so bloody chipper?

I groan and roll to my side, pulling a pillow over my head and trying to forget the events from last night that are barreling into my brain like a freight train on a mission. I hate the feeling that swirls around in my chest when I think about what happened. With Dax. With Mykel.

God, Mykel.

My pussy still aches from the harsh fucking he gave me, but it’s in the most delicious way. I think about every moment of it, over and over, and my whole body tingles with anticipation, like it thinks it’s going to get some more.

You’re not, body. No.

I finally roll to my back and sit up. I’m going to need a coffee, a lot of water, a lot of food and a lot of painkillers. That’s just to get me through the morning. We still have another night here, and I’d rather be anywhere else.

A knock on my door has my head whipping towards it.

“Waverly?” Dax calls. “You awake?”

Shit. I glance at my wet, muddy clothes on the ground. I need to get rid of those asap before he sees them and knows that I didn’t go straight to bed last night. Then I need to get changed so he doesn’t see that I’m wearing something different pajamas. “One moment. I’m just getting dressed.”

“No problem. I’ve got breakfast for you. Come out when you’re ready.”

Of course he does.

I exhale and rub my face, and then I push to my feet, find a plastic bag, and wrap my clothes, shoving them to the bottom of my suitcase. I shower, change, and proceed out to where everyone is sitting at the breakfast table. A spread of bacon, eggs, hash browns, pancakes, fruit and yoghurt line the table, and my eyes widen at the sight.

“I hope you’re hungry,” Dax says, and I meet his gaze which is still all warm and affectionate.

God dammit.

I’m not going to get away with not discussing or repeating our kiss for long. How the hell am I going to get out of that one?

I have no idea.

“This looks amazing. Did you do this yourself?”

He nods, pulling out a chair. “What can I say? I’ve had plenty of years to learn to cook so I did . . .”

I take a plate and give Amy and Bobbie a small smile, which they return. I don’t look at the other two men. I can’t stand them and I know if I glance over, my face will give me away. They’ll know I want to claw their bloody eyes out just for being here.

I take some pancakes, fruit, yoghurt and eggs and slowly begin to eat. I don’t want to overload my stomach—not after last night. “I’ll get you some painkillers,” Dax tells me. “I know you haven’t been feeling well.”

I glance up at him, and see he’s looking at Bobbie with a skeptical, knowing glare. She keeps her eyes cast down to her lap, and I feel bad for her. I mean, she drugged me, but I still feel bad. She’s obviously not a great person, but her life has led her to that point. Is she truly to blame? I immediately shut that thought down, because Dax’s life led him to this point too, and I am fully blaming him.

“Thanks,” I murmur, before putting a grape into my mouth and carefully chewing.

Dax brings me back some coffee, water and painkillers, and I’m grateful. I swallow the pills and pray I’ll feel better soon because I don’t know how I’m going to get through the day if my health doesn’t improve.

“We’ll do some water sports today if you’re up for it. Enjoy a swim, and then tonight, we’ll all dine at the restaurant over the water. Does that sound okay?”



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