Craving Molly Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn (The Aces’ Sons, #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: The Aces' Sons Series by Nicole Jacquelyn
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
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“Nah,” Will shook his head. “Poet said he’d pay Tommy to help on Sunday, so I’m going to kick back and watch football.”

“He’s paying him?” Trix asked incredulously.

“That’s what I said,” Will chuckled. “If he is, I’m not helpin’ for free.”

“Yeah, right. You’ll be there,” Cam said, slapping Will on the shoulder. He turned to me. “Nice to meet you, Molly—”

“Duncan,” I filled in. “You, too.”

Trix smiled, but Cam’s eyes narrowed. “Duncan?”

“Yeah.” I grit my teeth. “And yes, my dad’s the Club’s attorney.”

“And that’s why she keeps her mouth shut,” Cam muttered to himself with a small smile, his eyes still on me.

“You done?” Will asked.

Cam nodded and steered Trix away from the table.

“Is it really a big deal that my dad’s—”

“Let’s get outta here,” Will said, cutting me off as he climbed to his feet.

“Maybe I want to stay.”

“Do you?”

“Not really,” I conceded, shrugging my shoulders.

“Then let’s go.”

He pulled me to my feet and grasped my hand firmly, pulling me through the crowded bar and out the front door. The air was cool outside and I wanted to bitch at Mel again for making me leave the house without a coat on. I was going to get hypothermia if I tried to ride on a motorcycle.

“Here, sugar,” Will said, unbuckling a bag that hung on the side of his motorcycle. He pulled out a sweatshirt and raised it to his face to sniff it.

“It’s not clean, but it doesn’t stink,” he said seriously, holding it out so I’d slip my arms into it.

I inhaled deeply as he pulled the huge sweatshirt over my head. It definitely didn’t stink. It smelled like Will and a little bit like the inside of a garage. My heart pounded.

“You look cute as shit,” Will said with a chuckle as he rolled the sweatshirt sleeves up.

“I am cute as shit,” I said back, nodding my head.

I loved alcohol. Why didn’t I drink more often? I should be going out once a week. It was fun.

“You realize that these helmets do very little to protect your dome, right?” I asked as he set a skull cap helmet on my head. “I mean, if you wreck this murdercycle, a helmet like this isn’t going to help you.”

“Murdercycle?” he asked, smiling as he buckled the helmet.

Wow, being out in the fresh air had made the little buzz I’d had going multiply by a thousand.

“It’s a death trap,” I told him seriously as he climbed on and helped me up behind him.

He turned his torso and looked down at me with a huge grin. “Might be a death trap, but it’s fun as fuck.”

Then he fired up the bike and pulled my arms tight around his waist.

I knew then that things were not going to end well. I liked his death trap a little too much.

Chapter 2

Will

Molly Duncan.

I shook my head as she led me toward her little single-wide in the middle of a trailer park that looked like it was for old people. I was sure that my bike had woken a few of them up, but thankfully, no one had come outside to investigate. Especially since the moment I’d shut my bike off, the crazy girl had started shushing me, like my voice was going to wake the neighbors.

“Home sweet home,” Molly announced as she pushed her way inside.

The place was clean. A bit shabby—but not run down. Her trailer was probably only about ten years old, and she had it all painted and decorated and shit. And there were toys all over the place.

“Do you want a drink?” Molly asked, fidgeting as I closed the door behind me. “I have soda and water. Or I have milk—but it’s whole milk.” She scrunched up her nose in disgust, and I wanted to laugh so fucking bad, but I could tell she was nervous and I didn’t want to embarrass her.

But seriously? Did she just ask me if I wanted milk?

“I’m good,” I said moving toward her. “I like your place.”

“It’s not much, but it’s what we can afford. I didn’t want to be in debt, so I made sure that we made a life within our means—shit.” She dropped her chin to her chest and squeezed her eyes shut. “I should’ve just said ‘thank you,’ huh?”

“That woulda worked, yeah.”

“Okay, thank you.”

I watched her as her gaze shot around the room and her hands fidgeted, her fingers coming up to her lips before dropping back down again. After she’d done it a couple times, she finally looked up and met my eyes.

“I make you nervous?” I asked. I knew I did, but I also wanted to hear her say it.

She was like a bunny—

Jesus.

What the hell was wrong with me? A bunny?

Straight out? Molly was the type of woman that every guy wanted to settle down with, and no guy touched otherwise. It wasn’t necessarily because she was innocent—she wasn’t. She’d had a kid already. But you knew just by looking at her that if you hooked up with her, your days of random pussy were over.


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