Over My Dead Body (Denver Royalty #2) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Denver Royalty Series by Sheridan Anne

Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)

BRIANNA What do you get when you cross Carter Waters with a brain cell? Nothing. Because if that asshat had a single brain cell in that gorgeous head of his, he never would have broken my heart the way he did.
Only one drunken night, he left me with little more than just regret.
I’m going to be the mother of his child, and I’m determined to see this through.
Carter told me, point blank, he doesn’t want children. So here I am, staring down the barrel of a shotgun, trying to figure out how the hell I’m going to do this on my own.
Get back together with Carter Waters, you say? Over my dead body! CARTER She’s my sister’s best friend and I devastated her. I promised the world and then took it all away.
The thought of my beautiful Brianna moving on kills me, but I can’t give her the life she so desperately craves.
I was going to see her again, and at some point I knew that when that time came, it was going to destroy me. But what I wasn’t expecting was to see her glowing with a gorgeous pregnant belly staring back at me.
I’ve never done math faster in my life.
No doubt about it—that intrusion in her guts belongs to me, and now I’m on my knees, realizing I just lost the best thing that ever happened to me.
Sorry Brianna, but I want you back.
I’m coming for you, and I’m not taking no for an answer.

Over My Dead Body is a New Adult, Contemporary Romance with a HEA.
CONTENT Explicit sexual content, death, grief, and heavy coarse language.

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Chapter 1


A thrill sails through me as I slide my black lace thong back up my legs and over my ass before fixing the waistband into place around my hips. There’s nothing quite like Carter Water’s ability to get me off at the most inappropriate times.

A hand grips my ass cheek, and I have to jump away, shaking my head at my boyfriend as he tries for round two, but there’s only so much action one little bathroom can witness in one night, and my God, we certainly put on a show. “Don’t even think about it,” I laugh, unable to wipe the smile off my face as I reach for my bridesmaid gown that’s haphazardly dumped on the bathroom vanity.

Tonight has been a dream, so much more than I could have imagined, and I can’t wait to see what the rest of it has in store. All I know is that we’re only just getting started. And hell, if Carter wants to do that all over again, then consider me down. Only, my hooch needs an hour or two to calm down after that thorough fucking. Carter and I have been together for a while, but he still manages to surprise me, screwing me in ways that would have the kama sutra blushing.

Bracing my hand against Carter’s strong shoulder, I step into the champagne-colored gown and shimmy it back up my body before slipping my arms through the holes of the spaghetti straps. Watching my reflection through the bathroom mirror, I make a show of straightening the gown and making sure it’s sitting just right before taking a moment to admire the way the soft silk fits over my petite body. I’ve never felt so glamorous in a dress. I feel incredible. Hell, all of the bridesmaids look incredible tonight.

“God, I love this dress,” I murmur to Carter, his heated gaze locked on my body as he goes about tucking himself back inside his suit pants. He straightens his jacket before double checking himself in the mirror and stepping in behind me. His wide chest presses against my back as his fingers brush down my arm and over my waist. Goosebumps begin spreading across my skin, and my knees feel weak from his feather-soft touch. “You and me both,” he rumbles, his thick tone right in my ear.

My eyes flutter closed as my hand falls on top of his and as his warm lips drop to my neck, I tilt my head, opening up for him. His lips move across my sensitive skin, and a soft groan sails through my lips as a fiery hot desire blasts through me.

He’s too much. So fucking perfect. I’ll never get enough.

Carter moves our joined hands down to my thigh, bunching up the silky material, and before I know it, his hand slips between my legs. My fingers lace through his, and I feel the way he rubs me over my lace panties, teasing me just the way he knows I like. “Oh God,” I breathe, knowing we need to get out of here, but at the same time, leaving right now would be the worst kind of sin.

He doesn’t relent, rubbing my clit through my thong as my knees grow weaker by the second, his tongue moving over the sensitive skin of my neck and sending me into a world full of bliss.

I can’t take it anymore.

“That’s right, baby,” he growls in my ear. “Come for me.”

I grind down against him, his words like a trigger, and I come undone as my pussy spasms. I cry out, feeling my body tense with every wave moving through me. My muscles contract as I let out a guttural moan.

“Oh, fuck, Carter.”

He sucks a sharp breath through his teeth. “Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to taste that sweet, wet cunt.”

Good God, the way this man talks to me! Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been with plenty of guys who like to try on the whole dirty talk thing for a little fun, but nobody does it quite like Carter Waters. He has one hell of a filthy mouth, and I am so here for it.

As I come down from my high, Carter stops, and I can feel his arms tense under me, releasing me from his hold as my gown falls back into place. His breathing is ragged, like he’s barely holding it together, and he holds my stare through the mirror, seemingly waiting for something.

Soaking in the bliss of my orgasm, I’m ready to give in to whatever he wants from me when his gaze softens. “Come on,” Carter whispers. “We better get back out there before someone comes looking for us.”

Disappointment floods me, but I know he’s right. After all, it’s my best friend’s wedding and I’m supposed to be the maid of honor. Yet something tells me there’s not much honor in screwing her brother in the bathroom while she’s dancing the night away with her new husband. It’s not like she doesn’t know. I’ve been with Carter long enough. I mean, sure. It might have been a sore point at first, but she can see how happy we make each other, and she’d never stand in the way of that.