Patriot – Dirty Sinners Read Online M.K. Moore

Categories Genre: Biker, Contemporary, Insta-Love, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 6137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 31(@200wpm)___ 25(@250wpm)___ 20(@300wpm)
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“I’m sorry you had to deal with that, babe. That’s fucking awful. I’ll kill them both.”

“You can’t do that,” I tell him. I wouldn’t him to spend the rest of his life in prison for me. I burst into tears, and he gathers me into his arms while I give into the weakness that was me for the last time. He doesn’t judge me or yell at me. He just holds me and lets me cry and snot all over his t-shirt.

“I love you, Celeste. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.”

“You love me?” I ask, sniffling. That has to be the least sexy sound I’ve ever heard.

“Yes. Of course, I love you.”

“I love you too,” I admit for the first time.

“I know. You tell me in your sleep every night.”

“I do?”

“Yep. Every night.”

“I had no idea,” I say, walking into his open arms. He hugs me tightly and kisses me hard. Thank fuck he’s not treating me any different than before. I think if he treated me like a fragile, broken thing I’d die.

“Marry me, Celeste.”

“Yes,” I say, finally realizing that my mom and stepdad don’t own me. I’m safe and happy and it has nothing to do with them.

The best thing I can do is live my life with this man and be happy.

And that’s just what I’m going to do.

EPILOGUE

PATRIOT

THREE YEARS LATER

Life has been amazing with Celeste. We got married in a small church ceremony in town. My brothers from the club were there with their women and their families. We have two children now. Daisy and Kyra. They are sweet little princess who have made us so happy. They are two and one years old and have us wrapped around their little fingers. Once we had Daisy, my mom approached us first and she was quickly followed by my dad. While he doesn’t like what I do, especially now that I am a patched member, we agree to disagree. Grandchildren have a way of mending fences, and they sure did that. They are actually with them for the night, which they do at least once a week and I get the chance to spend the entire night inside my woman. Earlier we went for a ride on the bike and that revved her up. It always does.

“Just like that,” she moans as loudly as she possibly can while I eat my perfect wife’s pussy like the fucking queen that she is. Her pleasure is my pleasure. I used to hate that he was so good at this, but now that I know it’s all for me and it’s only ever been for me, I am a bit more relaxed. Of course, that might

have something to do with the fact that I am well on my way to my fourth orgasm of the night.

I like to make her come hard before I take her. Just thinking about sliding into her tight cunt has my mouth dry. I swallow thickly. I think about pushing into her over and over and that makes me eat her harder. I push two fingers into her until she’s screaming my name.

When she comes again, she pushes my head away from her. I place soft kisses up her torso and up to her tight nipples. I am gentle until I reach her lips. Brutally, I kiss her. She moans when she tastes herself on my tongue and deepens the kiss, trying to get more of it. My thick beard is soaked with her juices. It gets all over her tits and my chest and that turns me on even more.

Pulling back from the kiss, I lean up on my elbows, looking down at her. Her eyes trace over her name tattooed on my collarbone. To say that I am obsessed with her would be an understatement. I think that I have shown that multiple times over the years. It is not the only ink I have but it is the ink that means the most. We got our names tattooed on each other and that is sexy as hell.

We are forever. Nothing and no one will ever come between us. I’d like to see them try. Every day with this woman is better than the last and I can’t wait for all the rest of them.

EPILOGUE

CELESTE

ONE YEAR LATER

It’s been years since I’ve seen my mother, but without a shadow of a doubt, I’m looking at her right now. She’s less than a hundred feet from me but she hasn’t seen me yet. I’ve got my girls with me. Instead of going into the grocery store, I back out of the spot and use the hands-free phone to call Patriot. I’m trying not freak out, so the girls don’t freak, but that’s not easy.

“I’m about to head into church,” he says, letting me know he’s on official club business.



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