Claiming What’s His (Savage Brothers Second Generation #5) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Biker, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Savage Brothers Second Generation Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
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“Did you escape the third floor?” I ask. I’m proud of myself for being able to even find words. My mind is racing right now, and I’m turned on… God, am I turned on.

“What’s on the third floor?” King asks, with a crooked smile. Something about his smile makes feel as if I might melt into a puddle on the floor at any time.

“Behavioral health.”

“You’re cute,” he says softly as he leans in. His nose just barely grazes my neck and I hear him inhale.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I ask, breathlessly.

“Why do you smell like cookies?” His hot breath hits my neck sending goosebumps down my body. I get a whiff of his scent. He smells all woodsy and manly. My knees grow weak, practically knocking together.

“I ate Grandma Billie’s oatmeal raisin cookies for dinner,” I blurt, trying not to let out an appreciative moan. This man has the power to make me stupid. I can’t afford to be dumb for another man.

He pulls away from my neck, holding his face merely inches from mine. “You smell like sugar and vanilla. It makes me want to eat you up,” he purrs, pronouncing the last part so slowly that I can hear the promise dripping off each word. The muscles in my thighs tighten as I feel myself grow wet, my nipples rubbing painfully against my shirt.

Oh God.

“You need to step back.” Before I do something that I might regret.

King doesn’t do what I want completely, but he does pull back slightly, letting me breathe a little easier and regain some of my wit.

“I need you to understand that you’re going to give into me,” he warns. He cuts me off before I can reply. “It’ll speed things up if you just accept that now because I’m not going to disappear.”

“You need to find another girl because I’m not going to give you what you want.” I have to deny him. There’s no space in my life for a man—even if Mason would allow it, and I know he’d give me hell. I can’t forget that—despite the promises of King’s lips that are full, delicious, and tempting. Just looking at him makes my body so hot that I feel like I’m on fire.

“What exactly do you think I want?” he murmurs, quirking a thick, perfectly formed eyebrow.

“I know your type,” I tell him flatly. “You’re looking for an easy lay that’s gullible enough to buy all the lines you throw out. That’s not me.”

Not anymore.

Barely moving, he pushes in the button that starts the elevator moving again. Then he shifts to stand beside me. His crooked grin makes me want to run my tongue over it.

“You’re wrong,” he announces, glancing over at me.

“About what?” I ask, lost. I’m missing having his body close to mine. I miss his warmth and the intoxicating way his breath hit my skin. I touch a palm to my neck, still feeling him there.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“I’m the type of man who likes a woman to be a challenge and you just proved you’re not going to make it easy for me.”

“What?” I squeak.

He pins me with a stare. “You sealed your fate, beautiful.”

Chapter 6

King

Riding my bike, I rev it up, catching up to Shelby’s car quickly. I know she’s aware that I’m following her. Of course, I’m not trying to hide it.

The cool night air races past me as I tail her. I fucking love riding my bike. It’s the one place I let go of all the shit that swirls in my mind and just breathe. Tonight is the first time ever that I wish I was somewhere else instead. I want to be in bed with Shelby letting that gorgeous redhead occupy my mind and my body.

As we continue to drive farther away from the hospital, I admit that I’m surprised. I would’ve pegged her for living closer to the rich side of town with a fancy house because she’s a nurse. Instead, we near the edge of town—much closer to Runner’s territory than I’d like. It’s not the best neighborhood either. That and she’s a single woman. I don’t like it at all. It spells trouble with a capital T. The minute we hit the area I begin to worry about her safety out here.

Shelby pulls onto a cracking, concrete driveway of a white, single wide trailer. It’s not in horrible shape but even at this hour, I can tell it needs some work with wooden steps that are swayed and cracked. She’s got a porch light, but it either doesn’t work or she didn’t bother to leave it on. I pull my bike up next to her car and hop off, before she gets out

“Are you really following me?” she huffs while getting out. She reaches in the car, grabbing her purse, and slamming her door, and then stomps over to me, holding a can of pepper spray.



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