Ride With The Devil Read Online Joanna Blake (The Devil’s Riders #2)

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Devil's Riders Series by Joanna Blake
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Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
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She was making tiny whimpering sounds beneath him, mewling like a little kitten. Unnff… God she felt good. Nothing in his worthless life had ever made him feel a tenth of this pleasure.

Not even close.

She clenched down on him as he was pulling out and he lost control for a split second, driving in as deep as he could go. Her walls stretched taut around him.

"Yes, Jack! Yes!"

He stared down at her, unsure. But it was written all over her face. She wanted what he wanted.

He moaned and started pumping his hips into her. His shaft was sliding in and out of her sweet pussy with ease now. With every stroke her walls massaged and squeezed him.

It wouldn't be long now.

He increased his tempo as he felt her body start to convulse beneath him. Her cries grew louder, spurring him on. He worked his cock inside her like a machine, pistoning in and out, harder and faster by the second.

Suddenly he stopped and pushed himself inside her as far as he could go.

His cock gave a mighty jump. He moaned as he felt his seed erupt from his head, filling her up. He thrust into her a few more times as her body pulled at him, sucking him deep again.

Then he collapsed.

Jesus.

If he'd known it could be like that, he would have taken her the first time he wanted to. That very first night at the club. He would have done anything to be inside her.

He hoped she would let him do it again. And again. And again.

What he’d really like is forever.

He rolled off of her and pulled her into his arms, staring at the ceiling. She snuggled against his chest in a way that suggested there was no place else she'd rather be. He allowed himself the luxury of thinking- hoping- she might let him keep her.

She might stay.

A cool drop of water hit his chest.

What the-

He laid back again when he realized she was crying. She wasn't crying because of him, was she? He never wanted to make her cry again.

"What am I going to do Jack? I can't go home."

He squeezed her. Not crying because of him then. Good.

"I know."

"They don't love me."

"They are idiots."

"How do you know?"

"I met them."

“You did?”

“I went looking for you when Kaylie told me- look Red, I wouldn’t have had to meet them. I knew they were idiots the second Kaylie told me what they had done.”

“Why?”

“How could they do anything but cherish you?”

She sighed and her tears welled up again.

“Don’t cry for them, Red.”

“I’m not.”

He raised an eyebrow at her and she nearly burst out laughing. He was almost offended by the look of shock her face at the discovery that he had a sense of humor after all. Instead he decided that it was time to make love to her again.

Before she changed her mind and didn’t want him again.

But slower this time.

Much slower.

Chapter Forty

Janet

"I want to see you dance."

Jack’s voice was a low rumble in his chest. It practically vibrated her whole body. Janet was cuddled up in his lap on one of the deck chairs, watching the sun go down.

“You do?”

He lifted her up and set her on her feet, facing him. Then he sat back down again.

Her eyes widened as he stared at her expectantly.

"Really dance."

She inhaled and exhaled shakily.

"I haven't danced in so long, Jack."

"So?"

"There's no music."

He just waited. She felt so awkward in front of him suddenly. What if she wasn't any good at it anymore? What if he laughed at her.

She peeked at him shyly. He lifted the corner of his mouth the teeniest bit. For Jack, that was a pretty big smile.

“Please, Red.”

"Okay."

She took a deep breath and moved back on the deck. She'd perform the part of Giselle when she reappears as a spirit to save her lover. Of course, she couldn't do it full out without toe shoes, but she could mark it out. She'd have to be careful on the wood deck.

She tuned out everything around her and heard the music in her head. She rose gracefully as the spirt of Giselle into a full arabesque, one leg pointing high in the sky behind her. Then she fell into the dance, abbreviating the turns and leaps but doing most of the footwork.

The dance was one of lost love and redemption. She felt all the emotions of the dance filling her up and spilling out as she spun in revoltade after revoltade, finally sinking to the ground as Giselle returned to her grave.

Janet lifted her head to see Jack watching her with tears in his eyes. He lifted his hands and clapped, slow and hard, until she ran into his arms. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her.

"You are so beautiful. How could anyone be so beautiful, Red?”

She snuggled deeper into his chest. She hadn't danced in so long. She'd been afraid to. But here and now, it had felt right somehow.



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