Stalked Read Online Jamie Begley (Predators MC #4)

Categories Genre: Biker, Funny, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Predators MC Series by Jamie Begley
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
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“I not very good. I’ve never kissed someone before.” Her lips were a hairsbreadth away from his, uncertainty glittering in her eyes.

“Good. I won’t have to fuck anyone up.”

In a slow movement, she broached the distance separating them. Groaning, he kissed her, which startled her and had her moving her mouth away.

“Did I hurt your back?”

“No, the only thing hurting me was watching you. You’re beautiful.”

“No, I’m an ordinary woman—”

“Baby, you couldn’t be ordinary if you tried. I’m going to prove that to you another time. Right now, though, I want you to kiss me again.”

“Still afraid you’re going to get your signals crossed?” she teased lightly, brushing her mouth over his.

“A man can’t be too careful these days.” He let the tip of his tongue skim over her bottom lip.

“Stump…” Her tiny tongue sneaked out to stroke his back. “You don’t have to wait anymore.”

“I don’t?”

“I love you. I realized that tonight.”

“You did?”

She nodded. “When you pretended to be hurt. Any man who can swallow his pride just to get in my bed is a man worth me breaking my celibacy for.”

“What gave me away?”

“You forgot I work with men. Any other man would have crawled out of my living room, pretending he wasn’t hurt.”

“Damn, I should have thought of that. I’ll have to remember that for the next time I try to trick you.”

“You should. I’m not as naïve as you think,” she bragged.

“I see that.”

Using his shoulder, her nudged her until she was the one lying back on the bed. Looming over her, he caught her mouth in a kiss, delving deeply within to discover how she tasted on his tongue. Running his alongside hers, he felt her fingers travel over his chest and back, locating every nerve ending that had his cock nearly bursting out of his jeans.

Panting, he fell backward. “Lady, you learn quick.”

“I do… when I enjoy my lessons.” Laughing, she rested her head on his chest so she could stare up at him.

“You’ve gone past the lesson stage. You could teach me a thing or two now.”

Turning her head, she pressed kisses along his skin. Then, licking upward, she hovered over one of his nipples. “May I?”

“I can’t take anymore playing around,” he told her, then groaned when her pink tongue twirled around his nipple. “Give me a minute.”

She ignored him, licking her way back down his chest then pausing over the snap of his jeans. Raising her eyes to meet his, she started unsnapping his jeans.

He jerked out from underneath her to stand beside the bed, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Zoey….”

She climbed off the bed to stand in front of him. Reaching down, she pulled her maxi dress up over her head, letting it fall to the floor at her feet.

His eyes fell to her breasts as she reached behind to unsnap her bra, letting it fall to the growing pile of clothes.

Unable to take his eyes off her, he took his wallet out from his back pocket and slipped out a condom before laying it on the nightstand.

“Take off your panties.”

He waited until she did.

“You’re too good for me, Zoey. I’m not the decent, hardworking man that I was before I joined the Predators. I’ve done things that would make you sick if I told you. I can’t make any promises that I won’t do them again. I’m not a Predator only because I belong to the club, but because I am one. If I was decent, I would walk out that door and let you keep your virginity so you could give it to another man. One who deserves you. But I’m not going to do that.” That said, Stump unsnapped his jeans, pulling them down to kick himself out of them. His long cock rose to his bellybutton, free from the confining jeans.

Opening the condom, he rolled it on before he wrapped his hands around her waist, lifting her up into the air until she was eye-level. “I’m not going to make any promises to you I can’t keep—”

“I don’t need promises. My dad made promises my whole life, and he never kept one.”

“I keep my promises, always. I’m going to marry you whenever you want to set the date. I’m never going to cheat on you, and I’m never going to give you a reason to cry. I’d give you Hannibal to prove my love to you, but I don’t give anything away that belongs to me. So, baby, before you let me make sweet love to you, know that, if you do, you’re going to belong to me.”

Her lips trembled with laughter. “Do I have to wear a vest like Hannibal has to?”

“No.” He lowered her to the middle of the bed, covering her with his body. He spread her thighs wide with his so his cock could nestle against her pelvis. “You’re so fucking soft,” he moaned.


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