Xavier (Kiss of Death MC #5) Read Online Marteeka Karland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, MC Tags Authors: Series: Kiss of Death MC Series by Marteeka Karland
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
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Tillie looked from Tiny to me and back. “I don’t have siblings.”

“You’re fixin’ to, baby.” I gave her ass a light swat through the blanket still draped around her. “Go on, then. Up you get.”

Tiny opened his door and hopped down to fuel us up, leaving us in the truck to untangle and get out at our leisure. Tillie slid off my lap. As she did, she rubbed over my cock for a brief moment when she shifted her weight. She sucked in a breath and stiffened when I hissed in surprise.

“I’m sorry!” She looked panicked, holding her weight on her knees, still on either side of my hips. “I didn’t mean --”

“Shh, baby. It’s fine. Normal reaction to a beautiful woman.” I rested my hands on her hips lightly. “I’m not gonna jump you or hit on you or do anything else to make you uncomfortable. OK? I just want you safe and comfortable. You were so sound asleep, I hated to wake you to make you move.”

Her breath came in deep, rapid breaths for a couple seconds, then she nodded her head. I could visibly see the second she saw the sincerity in my expression. “I’m sorry. It’s not that I think you’ll hurt me, Xavier. Of all the people in the world, you’ve earned my trust. I guess I just wasn’t expecting you to…” Her face grew red and she waved her hand in the air. “You know.” Then she gave a nervous, embarrassed smile. “I suppose a woman straddling you and plastering herself against your body, any man would have the same reaction, huh?”

“Don’t kid yourself, honey. I most definitely want you. Just because I ain’t acting on it don’t mean I don’t want to. But you need a friend right now. Not a horny biker trying to get into your panties.” I leveled my gaze on hers and held it, needing her to see my sincerity. “If you decide you want me too, you make the move. Know upfront that I will not reject you, Tillie. But I ain’t bringin’ you home to fuck you. I’m bringing you to my club so you’re safe and protected until I can get this other shit sorted out. After that, you can stay with me, or I’ll help you find a place you like where you feel safe.” I brushed my thumb across her cheek and smiled at her. “Now let’s get you some food. You must be starving.”

She climbed off my lap with a shy smile, carefully folding the blanket and setting it aside. Her movements were measured, deliberate, like she was trying to regain her equilibrium after our conversation.

When we stepped out of the truck, Venus and Piston were already lounging against their bikes. Oktober, Chains, Noose, and Griffin formed a loose perimeter around the truck and the gas pumps next to us.

Tillie’s eyes widened as she took in the gathering. “Are they all here for us?”

“For you,” I corrected, placing my hand at the small of her back. The gesture was both protective and possessive.

Venus pushed away from her bike and sauntered over, her pink hair gleaming under the harsh truck stoplights. “So this is famous Tillie.” Her voice was surprisingly soft for someone with such a deadly reputation, her Russian accent evident but not so thick I couldn’t understand. The smile she gave Tillie was warm and inviting, despite the freaky-as-shit pink eyes. “This one” -- she nodded at me -- “called Knuckles S.O.S., demanding we send someone to your new house double time, to get him out of prison, and get him ride straight to you.”

Tillie started, her eyes widening as she swung her gaze from Venus to me. “What?”

“I know it sounds creepy, but I wasn’t about to let you get hurt if I could help it, Tillie.” I wasn’t sure of how she’d take this part, but that wasn’t really what had me worried. I knew I’d have to tell her, but I had thought I’d have time to figure out how to word my explanation. Then I figured out what property Tillie had “purchased” and had to have Knuckles pull a miracle out of his ass. Which he did. And, honest to God, there was never any doubt on my end. I knew Knuckles would take care of everything I couldn’t. “I called my president, and he took care of the rest.”

“But how could he get you out of prison?” She looked at me with hesitation but not fear. Just like a child might look at a doctor after he promises not to give the child a shot if he’ll cooperate. She trusted me but was suspicious.

“I’ll explain it all once we get back in the truck. Tiny is certain we won’t be followed, but I don’t like being stopped too long just in case.”


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