Blood & Bones – Ozzy (Blood Fury MC #9) Read Online Jeanne St. James

Categories Genre: Biker, Kink, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Blood Fury MC Series by Jeanne St. James
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Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 118332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
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If soulmates were a real thing, they’d be the definition.

His morning wood flexed and a clear string of precum connected the tip of his dick to the skin above his hip. He had no more fucking wraps in his wallet and last night he unfortunately found out that she had none of her own.

No surprise that she hadn’t expected to have sex this weekend with a man who was still practically a stranger.

After he used the last two of the three he always kept in his wallet, they got creative. Because fuck if he was leaving her long enough to go grab some from his stash in his apartment. He was afraid if he walked out the door, she might have second thoughts and not let him back in.

He kept waiting for her to have a “Come to Jesus” meeting with herself. To realize she’d made a mistake and chalk sex with him up to stepping outside her normal bubble, but ready to get back to her normal life. The one she was comfortable with.

So far, she hadn’t.

So far, she’d been into everything they’d done. The bike, the bed, and even once in the shower.

Last night the word “no” or even “I’m not sure if…” hadn’t been in her vocabulary. She never questioned anything he suggested and it was even fucking hotter when she came up with some shit on her own.

Throughout his life, he’d done just about everything and there wasn’t much he didn’t like or would say no to. He made it known that if there was something she’d always wanted to try and never had, he’d be willing.

Since he doubted she would leave tonight after meeting with Trip, he only hoped they’d get to play and explore some more. To expand her experiences while taking him along for that ride.

Maybe tonight, if she was comfortable enough, they’d do it in his bed where he had plenty of wraps and, while he didn’t have any really crazy shit, he did have some basic toys and other equipment she might find fun.

There had been plenty of nights when foreplay to him was simply sitting in a chair in a corner and watching two women pleasure each other. When he couldn’t take anymore, and he didn’t feel like finishing himself off, he’d finally join in.

He glanced down at Shay whose dark eyes were now focused on him, the hair falling away from her face. He wondered just how far out of her comfort zone sex with another woman would be.

“I’m never going to look at a Harley the same again.”

He wouldn’t, either. After last night, he decided he was never putting a back rest or sissy bar on his damn bike unless it was easily removable.

Throughout the years, he’d had sex on his sled plenty of times, but last night it had seemed different. Better. Even memorable.

“It’s strange,” she continued softly, a fingertip slowly circling his nipple. “I feel like I can be myself around you. From the moment I met you yesterday morning.”

The weight on his chest suddenly got heavier, not from Shay herself, but from her words.

He brushed a stray strand of hair away from her eye. “That’s good, yeah?”

“Yes.” She rubbed her cheek against his chest. “This has certainly been a weekend to remember. Though, I’m exhausted and swear I could sleep for a week.”

“Can sleep ’til your meetin’ with Trip.”

“Are you going to be there?”

Fuck yes, he had planned on it. “Want me there?”

“Yes, I’d appreciate it if you were since I don’t know him. And since you’re the manager of the motel, you should have some say in the website.”

“Then I’m gonna be there.”

Her lips curled up slightly at the ends and she sighed softly. “Even though sleeping the day away sounds like heaven, I can’t. I have a website I need to finish up today just in case your president hires me to work on the motel’s website.”

He was going to make certain that happened by shooting a text to Trip before the meeting. Not only would what she could offer benefit the club, her staying in town to do the work would benefit him. He’d also make sure that was a requirement, that she stayed in town as part of the deal.

He wasn’t being greedy or anything.

Fuck that, he was being fucking greedy and didn’t give a shit if anyone knew.

His hands slipped to her hips as she slid herself on top of him. Her warm pussy so close to his hard-on, so fucking tempting. Wrap or not.

She straddled his waist, planted her palms on his chest, pushed herself to a seat but then leaned closer, her long hair becoming a messy dark curtain around her face. Her eyes looked even darker than normal as she stared down at him, but said nothing as her gaze slid over his face.


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