Repairing the Wreckage – Ruthless & Royal Read Online Autumn Jones Lake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
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She shivers against me. “What are you doing?”

“Inhaling you. You smell so good. Taste good too.” I kiss behind her ear. “I’ve missed you so much.”

She draws in a long shuddery breath. “I’ve missed you too.”

Every cell in my body demands I move the strap out of my way and kiss her shoulder.

But she finally admitted she’s missed me too.

I let go of her hair and wrap her in my arms like a little package. “Can I hold you for a while?”

Her hair tickles against my arm as she rests her check on my biceps. “I’d like that.”

My restraint only lasts for so long. Her familiar cherry-vanilla scent curls around me, stirring a blizzard of memories. “You feel good in my arms.” Right where you belong.

“Hmmm.” She sighs a contented little sound and rubs her hand from my wrist to my elbow. “I like being here,” she whispers, so softly I almost miss the words.

I dip down and kiss the crook of her neck again, stopping to lightly suck.

Her body shivers and trembles in my arms.

“Griff.” It’s not quite a protest or an invitation to do more.

“Tell me what you want.”

She presses against me harder, tilting her head and exposing more of her neck.

Now that feels like an invitation.

I slide my tongue along the side of her neck, and gently graze my teeth against her earlobe.

The soft swell of her breast barely hidden by her tank top teases and tempts me until I can’t resist. I slide my hand over her shoulder and cup her breast through her top.

She gasps and turns slightly, giving me better access. Her nipple is sharp against my thumb, and I stop to stroke it with my fingers. She gasps and arches into my touch. So sensitive. I’ll never get over how she responds to the lightest of touches.

“Are you cold?” I kiss her temple.

“A little.” Her body shudders. “It’s okay.”

The flimsy tank top gaps, giving me room to slip my fingers underneath. Molly lets out a moan as my rough hand palms her breast again. I want my mouth on her so fucking bad it hurts.

“Come here.” This angle and location are too awkward. I need her like I need oxygen. After all this time away from her, furtive gropes in the dark won’t cut it.

She turns quickly and lifts herself off the step, then resettles herself in my lap, facing me.

Much better.

I brace myself with one hand behind me. “What’re you doing, Muffin?”

She places her palm in the center of my chest. “Warming up. You’re like a furnace.” She drops her gaze, staring at my pecs, then lower. “A beautifully sculpted furnace.”

I’m warm all right. Feverishly fucking warm from having her so close. “I don’t know about that. I haven’t done jack shit in weeks. I’m gettin’ all soft.”

Her hand drifts lower, tickling over my abs. “Definitely not soft.”

“Keep moving a few inches south and see how hard I am.”

She laughs softly and the smile finally lighting up her face and lifting away her sadness is better than anything else.

I cup the back of her head and pull her closer. Her eyes close as I press my lips to hers. Heaven. Exactly what I dreamed about for months. She tastes like cherry lip balm and minty toothpaste. I slip my hands under her butt and lift us off the steps.

A quick squeal pops past her lips and she wraps her arms around my neck.

“That’s it. Hold on.” I don’t go far. A few steps back until my heel bumps against one of the old rocking chairs. I lower myself into it, keeping Molly anchored to my lap. The chair tips back wildly, thumping against the house.

I curse and peer up, as if I can see through the walls and into Remy’s bedroom and figure out if the noise woke him. The last thing we need is him racing outside with a shotgun.

“Careful.” Molly giggles and throws her hand forward, bracing the chair so we don’t hit the wall again. “Although,” she tilts her hips forward and back, rocking the chair, “this could be fun.”

I groan each time she rocks herself against me.

“Slow down.” I scatter kisses over her collarbones and stop to nuzzle her neck. “I want to get reacquainted with all the things you like.”

“I like you…touching me…so much,” she says between choppy breaths.

“Happy to do that.” I sneak my hand under her tank top, skimming over her ribs. It feels so fucking good to touch her again.

As much fun as this is—and I’d love to keep messing around in the rocking chair—one of the neighbors could peek outside and get a free show. Not to mention Remy might decide to step outside and wind up seeing more than the starry night sky. I’ll be happy to tell him Molly and I are back together, but I’d rather not have him find out this way.



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