Filling Her Up Read Online Jenika Snow, Jordan Marie (Hot-Bites #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Hot-Bites Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
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“Sorry,” he says. “It’s my work phone.”

I exhale and hand the phone back. He looks confused as he takes it. “I don’t have anyone to call, so a ride would be great.”

“I’ll come back for the car and tow it to my shop, have a look at it for you.”

“Thank you,” I say softly.

And then, because I must be a fucking idiot, I walk around the back of the truck and climb in the passenger side.

Chapter Two

Michael

I pull my truck into the parking lot of the motel in town, but keep the engine running. I glance over at her and see she’s stiff as fuck, probably nervous as hell. I can tell she’s a little unsure of the situation, and I don’t blame her. I am a strange guy who picked her up on the side of the road. I could’ve snorted at that fact. It sounded like a bad horror movie plot.

I never asked her what she was doing or where she was originally going, but it isn’t my place anyway. But when she told me just to take her to the motel, I didn’t question her.

“Harvey runs the motel, but he’s usually asleep in the back room watching MASH reruns. Just keep ringing the bell and he’ll finally get his old ass up.” I chuckle and see a small lift of her lips as she smiles. “There it is.” She glances over at me.

“There what is?”

“A smile to let me know that you’re still alive.” I chuckle again and she starts laughing softly. “Listen, I’ll wait out here until I see Harvey come out to help you. Sound good?” She licks her lips and looks back through the front window of the motel. The lights are on and I can see a faint light flickering in the back room. Yep, Harvey’s back there.

She looks at me again and gives me a small smile. “Okay. Thanks again.”

I watch as she climbs out of my truck and heads inside. I can’t help but zero in on her ass, at the way her jeans mold to the twin globes. She’s a beautiful woman, with long brown hair and eyes the color of the sky. My cock starts to get hard, lengthening, stiffening up against my zipper. I reach down and adjust myself. I’m being a dirty fucker right now, but not having sex in a long damn time will do that to a man.

It’s a few minutes before Harvey finally comes out of the back room, rubbing his eyes, the old fucker far past retirement. He is well into his seventies, maybe even tipping into the eighties. I’ve lost count over the years. But still he refuses to retire, refuses to give up the motel even if he hardly ever gets business.

Shelby is a small town, and because of that, the only business he does get is from people passing through. And even that is far and few in between. But a woman like Cassie definitely gets noticed, and a part of me wants to make sure she stays in town, so I can get to know her really well.

She turns around and lifts her hand in a wave, giving me a small smile. My heart jackknifes in my throat and I lift my hand in return. My cock is throbbing, demanding to be free.

Looks like I’m going home and jerking off with thoughts of some pretty little brunette etched into my brain. Although that isn’t a hardship, I’d much rather have her in my bed, naked and spread for me, crying out my name as I make her come.

Chapter Three

Michael

“Hi.”

I jerk as the soft whisper of a word hits me.

Cassie Buchannan.

I know it’s her even if my back is to her. Her voice is etched into my brain, and the memory of her ass encased in her tight jeans haunted me all damn night. I’m leaning over the front of her car, and I close my eyes, trying to control my raging cock. As it is, the fucker is getting harder than granite. I grab an old grease-stained rag and wipe the oil from my hands. Adjusting my cock, I finally turn to face her. I can see she’s standing on the other side of the hood, and thank fuck for that because no doubt my erection is evident through my coveralls.

She was pretty last night—pretty enough that she haunted my dreams—but today she literally stops my breath. Her hair is down, brushed until it shines and falling in waves around her face. Her blue eyes seem even brighter today, and she’s wearing a long dress that hugs her body, and yet makes her look almost innocent and pure, young even. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her … of dirtying her up … of making her mine.

Christ. I haven’t wanted a woman in so long, I was beginning to think my dick was dead. Apparently all I needed was Cassie Buchannan because since I saw her walking along the side of the road, my cock hasn’t gone soft for a minute. I’ve jacked off twice to the thought of her. I feel like a damn pervert, but already I know I’ll be stroking my dick to the thought of her again tonight.



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