Wild Wind – Chaos Read Online Kristen Ashley

Categories Genre: Biker, Contemporary, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 94897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
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She went for his dick.

“Nope, hands off,” he growled, shifting his hips away.

“Baby,” she moaned, her hips moving with his fingers.

“The first time I come for you, I come in you.”

She whimpered.

“Ride those,” he ordered, then to scatter her attention with the intent to take it off his cock, he took her mouth, thrust his tongue in, and encouraged her rhythm with the hand he had at her ass and the movements of his tongue.

She did as urged and kept doing it even when she broke their mouths and shoved her face in his neck.

“Clit?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she gasped.

He adjusted his hand to get his thumb where it needed to be.

“Tip your head back, baby, I wanna watch your face,” he told her.

She tilted her head.

Christ.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured.

“Can I just hold your cock?” she asked.

“I’m primed, sweetheart. You touch me, I’ll blow.”

She moaned again, pressed into him, and her hips went overdrive.

“There you go,” he murmured.

Her leg at his hip tensed and her pussy clutched his fingers.

“That’s it, Archie,” he whispered.

“Jagger.”

And he was right.

That was it.

Her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth drifted open, her tongue touched her lower lip, and the walls of her sex convulsed around his fingers as her clit contracted and released repeatedly against his thumb.

It looked great.

And it felt great.

When the tension caused by her orgasm ebbed from her body, he rolled to his back, pulling her on top, but keeping his hand between her legs, letting it glide through the wet, making her shiver and lift her knees to clamp on at his hips.

“Too much?” he asked quietly.

“No,” she answered, snuggling the side of his neck with her face.

“You got plans Sunday?”

“No,” she repeated.

“Early start. Take a ride. Somewhere, doesn’t matter where. Vail. Breck. Estes Park. You pick. We’ll have lunch. Come back. The rest of Sunday we fuck. I want you first in your bed. If you don’t have time to get provisions, I’ll drop them by when I pick you up for dinner Saturday. We’re going out for steaks. There’s something you want for our fuck-in Sunday, text it to me and I’ll grab it when I go shopping. Cool?”

“Way cool.”

He stopped his fingers gliding and cupped her.

She tipped her head and said against his jaw, “I don’t mind you come in my mouth.”

“If I can’t hold out for that sweet pussy until Sunday, we can do that tonight. Or tomorrow. But we only got two days until Sunday. I can make it.”

Or, at least, he hoped he could.

“Mm.”

She took that as a challenge.

He grinned at his ceiling fan.

Keeping his hand in her panties, he slid it to her ass, asking, “What’s today’s plan?”

“My turn to cook tonight. At mine.”

“Time?”

“Whenever you come over. Just hit S.I.L. We’ll go up together.”

“I’ll text when I’m on my way.”

She shifted like she was going to move away so he cupped her ass in both hands.

“Where you goin’?”

She lifted her head and looked down at him. “Sucks to say, but we gotta start our days, boyfriend.”

“You don’t leave my bed juicy.”

Her eyebrows lifted before they lowered, her tongue came out again, the tip hit the lower, then the upper, before her teeth scored the bottom and she whispered, “What?”

“Panties off, climb on my face.”

She blinked.

“I don’t ask twice, Arch.”

“Did you ask?”

“No.”

Her eyelids lowered, she ducked to him and touched her lips to his.

Then his girl lost the panties and climbed on his face.

He was unsurprised she tasted fantastic.

He didn’t have high hopes he could wait to blow for her until Sunday.

But still.

He was going to try.

* * * *

Mid-morning Jag texted her.

*When* it happens, how many?

How many what? she asked in reply.

Kids, he answered.

Jag was unsurprised again when her response was decisive and not delayed.

Two boys.

Two girls, he parried.

Whatever, she returned.

Yeah, he said.

She sent a single red heart emoji.

That was that.

And…

Yeah.

Chapter Nine

Effortless, Pure

Jagger

At a little after six that night, Jagger strolled into S.I.L.

The first thing he noticed was that Marley’s “Stir It Up” was playing over the sound system.

And he approved.

The second was something he couldn’t miss.

A petite Black woman with blonde dreads skidding to a halt sideways in front of him.

He stopped.

“Wassup?” she asked nonchalantly, even if her entrance was the opposite of that.

“Everything,” he answered.

She smiled before she brazenly looked him up and down.

Inspection complete, she caught his eyes.

“I’m Joany.”

“Jagger.”

“I know. And seriously, it’s all about Disney World, man.”

Jagger busted out laughing.

He’d done that so hard, he’d closed his eyes doing it. And when he opened them again, Archie was there.

She did not come to him and give him a kiss or even say hey.

She stood next to Joany and stared at her, declaring, “You’re supposed to take my back.”

“Not when you’re one hundred percent wrong,” Joany retorted.

Archie didn’t get into that.

She asked, “Was it necessary for you to race through the store to get to him first?”



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