Riot Read Online Free Books Jamie Begley (Predators MC, #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Predators MC Series by Jamie Begley
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
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Grace blinked back the tears in her eyes reaching over to touch his arm lightly before reaching down for another slice of pizza, handing it to him. She wished that could offer a sympathetic word but sensed he didn’t want it.

When they finished the pizza, Grace packed their dishes to the kitchen and brought him back another beer. She curled up on the couch at the end, hugging one of the pillows to her stomach. The little shit stayed between them the whole time while the other one hadn’t moved from his now numb feet.

Ice watched the game, slowly drinking his beer. When it was over, he nudged the dog off his feet before standing.

“I better get back before it starts raining again.”

Grace rose, still holding the pillow. “All right.”

“Want to try to go for another ride next Friday?”

“Yes.” Her immediate response made him smile.

He paused as he passed her on the way to the doorway. Lowering his head, he placed a brief kiss on her lips. Ice intended to leave with just a brief taste of her, but her soft pliant lips under his had him catching her mouth under his again. Thrusting his tongue inside her warm mouth, he traced the inside of her bottom lip in invitation. Sensing her hesitation, he broke the kiss. Tonight wasn’t the night to push her; she was still too wary of him.

“See you Friday,” he promised then left, closing the door behind him.

The last thing he saw was the dot staring at him with what he swore was a grin. It was everything he could do to get on his bike and ride the long drive back to his clubhouse.

* * *

His mood didn’t get any better when he got back to the clubhouse. He was horny as hell, and finding one of the bitches he used to regularly fuck had stopped by to party didn’t help his already black mood.

“Hey, Ice.” Brandy climbed off Buzzard’s lap, sashaying across the room to him. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Doesn’t look like you were bored.”

Brandy pouted her red lips as she leaned against him, her breasts planted against his chest she ran her hand up his thigh. “I came to party, not sit alone all night.”

“Don’t let me stop you.” He pushed her heavily perfumed body away, remembering Grace’s clean scent when he had kissed her goodnight.

“Don’t be that way, Ice. I only stopped by to see you. The other guys mentioned you might have a problem…” She cleared her throat. “They said you haven’t...”

Ice sent his men a furious look, seeing the look of pity on the women’s faces. His brothers turned their own faces away, unable to look him in the eyes. His blood went cold.

Ice grabbed Brandy by the nape of her neck, leading her toward the pool table in the center of the room. He bent her over it, her ass in the air. Kneeing her legs apart, he raised the tight skirt over her ass before ripping the bright red thong off. He then unbuckled his jeans and pulled out his engorged cock before reaching into his back pocket and taking out a condom. Tearing open the package, he slid the rubber onto his cock. He didn’t even touch her weeping pussy as he rammed his cock deep inside her.

“Oh, God,” she moaned as he pounded her cunt while his men and the other women in the room watched.

The harder he gave it to her, the more she screamed, clawing at the pool table.

“Shut her up, Buzzard.” His brother went to the side of the pool table, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his cock. Ice picked up Brandy by her hair, adjusting his position. He slid her across the table until she was in front of Buzzard who shoved his dick into her waiting mouth, fucking it as hard as Ice was her pussy. Buzzard came first, pulling his limp dick away as Ice shot his own release into her throbbing cunt.

When he was finished, he took off the condom and tossed it onto the floor before zipping himself back into his jeans.

Stepping away from the still-gasping bitch, he coldly said, “Have at it, brothers.” Ice then went to the bar.

“Give me a shot,” he told Rita.

The woman poured him a large shot. When she would have pulled the bottle away, he jerked it from her hand.

As Max and Jackal each came to stand next to them, Rita moved away, not liking the look on his face.

“Sorry, Ice. I shouldn’t have run my mouth last week. The other men... I tried to tell them, but they wouldn’t listen,” Max apologized.

“Next time, keep that big mouth closed, Max.”

Max and Jackal were both loyal to him, yet the others would be out for blood if they sensed weakness. Ice had been forced to prove himself, or he would have been fighting his own men with Desmond barely holding onto Queen City. Since King had left, he couldn’t afford not to have his men under his complete control. At least now they would have something else to focus on for the night.


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