Wanted by the Bikers – Screaming Eagles MC Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Mafia, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
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I try to move away a little, to reduce the intensity, but his grip is too strong. I'm going to come all over Wraith’s face, whether I'm ready to or not. “Please,” I moan.

“Please what?” asks Nitro teasingly. “Please stop? Do you want Wraith to slow down? Or do you want him to make you fucking come?”

I'm not even sure. I both want release, and the build-up to last forever. But too long, and I'd just die, I think. Either way, I don't have the breath to answer him, because Wraith makes the decision for me.

He guns it, and pleasure explodes from my pussy in a wave that washes over me. I explode beneath him. I press against the bed in a tight arch, quivering like I've got a fever until I collapse back onto the sheets, breathing like I just finished a marathon for the first time in my life.

Tank and Nitro are there before I have time to recover. Tank slides inside from behind, his big hands wrapped around my waist. His thickness fills me just perfectly, just big enough to ache the way I'm learning to love. I moan deep in my throat, which Nitro takes as an opportunity, and suddenly he’s at my front, lifting my leg and—

A phone rings.

“Just fucking ignore it,” growls Tank as he absolutely destroys me in the best way.

No one argues. I wrap my arms around Nitro’s neck and—

Another phone rings.

“Jesus Christ,” groans Nitro.

“I’ll check,” Wraith says with a heavy sigh, sliding off the bed. “Fuck, it's Eagle-eye. He must be out.” Everyone freezes as he answers.”We what? Fuck. Yes, sir. We're on it.”

29

TANK

My cock’s fucking screaming at me. I haven't gotten my clothes on so fast since I was sixteen and got caught with my boss's daughter. She didn’t hold a candle to Kaylee, though.

“What's happening?” I pull my shirt over my head while Kaylee's digging clothes out of her duffel bag, and yanking them on as quickly as she can. It's like hiding art. I'm gonna insist she goes naked anytime she's home.

Fuck, home?

Jesus, there won’t be a home to make with her if we can’t keep her safe.

Wraith looks pissed. “Our location leaked. Cops are on their way. We're fucking compromised. There’s no time to pack, just hurry the fuck up. We need to get on the bikes and vanish.”

“Working on it!” Nitro pulls a shirt over his head, throws on his jacket.

“I'm good.” She's got on jeans that hug her hips just fucking perfectly—Alessa knows how to pick clothes, that's for fucking sure—and a t-shirt and jacket.

Wraith waves for us to follow, spinning his keys around a finger. “Let's get the fuck on the road. The sooner we get the hell outta here, the more distance we'll put between us and the cops.”

He's just about to open the door when I happen to look out the window. “Fuck! Hang back! There's a fucking army out there.”

“Shit.” Nitro glances out too, then over at Kaylee. She looks between us with wide eyes, her expression terrified. This was supposed to be fucking safe.

“How the fuck did they find us?” Wraith bolts the door.

“Maybe they’re about to do a drug bust next door?” I suggest with a grim smile, drawing my gun. They're not gonna get us cheap, I can fucking promise them that.

“This is fucked,” Wraith growls. “The club’s on the way but they can’t fucking teleport.”

“But Eagle-eye's back?”

Wraith nods. “Apparently.”

“Can we go out the back?” Nitro asks.

Wraith shakes his head. “It’s too open. There’s no cover that way. This is a shitty fucking hideout.”

“You can't let them take me,” Kaylee says, her voice barely above a whimper. “Not again. Please.”

I take her in my arms and pull her close. She's shivering like she's naked in winter. “We're not gonna let them have you, baby. Over our dead fucking bodies.”

“I don't want that either.” She shudders. “If it means staying alive, then give me to them. They won’t want to kill me, right?”

“Not right away, at least.” I hope. Unless they've decided to just eliminate the complications. “We're not dead yet, okay? The cavalry's on its way.”

Nitro is carefully looking out the front. “Neighbors are getting curious. Unless we do something stupid, they can't just take us out execution style with this many witnesses. Fuck, that’s Harris.”

Motherfucker.

“Surrender now! Release the hostage and this won't have to turn ugly,” Harris yells through a megaphone.

“Hostage?” Kaylee gasps. “Does he mean me? I'm not a hostage. I'll go yell it, if I have to.”

“No fucking chance,” I snap. “It's a trap. He’s just covering his ass by saying what makes the witnesses sympathetic when they take us out. He might shoot you, he might not, but don’t trust a world out of his fucking mouth.”

She shakes her head. “I know. He's—he's horrible.” Fuck, the way her voice cracks cuts deep.


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