Riding My Brother’s Best Friend – Delicious Taboos Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, Mafia, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
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She’s wearing a light fabric dress that rests against her body, subtly outlining her shape. Suddenly, I imagine somebody else noticing this. I’d kill them.

She’s mine. What the fuck? But she is, that’s the thing. I don’t have to question it. Somehow, I know my best friend’s baby sister is my girl. I know she belongs to me, and she always will.

I think about grabbing her hips, wide and perfect for childbearing. This is serious. I don’t understand what’s happening to me. I’ve never hungered for anybody like this. I’m starving for her.

“K-Kai?” she whispers, as though she’s seeing things.

I take a moment to steady myself. If I’m going to do this, I need to stay solid. I can’t give in to these thoughts crashing around my head. I can’t slowly pull her dress up, revealing her thick, creamy thighs. I can’t slide my hand between her legs and palm her pussy.

She’ll look at me wide-eyed, nervous, knowing we must stop, knowing we’re betraying Ryan. Then her beautiful features will crumple into lust. She’ll start moving her hips, driving closer to the pleasure, unable to fight it. Neither of us will be able to, and those tits, dammit.

“Hey, Kayla,” I say, breezy and easy somehow. “How have you been?”

“Uh… yeah, good. I’m working at Joe’s Diner now. Sorry. You don’t need to know that.”

I step forward, close enough to smell her perfume. Or is it just her? Whatever it is, it’s a tempting scent that has my tip throbbing, roaring out for her touch. The engine inside me rumbles to life, growling as it tells me to guide my woman onto her back and open her legs. Drive my rock-hard dick inside her, claim, and thrust until I explode inside her. Then she’ll give me a child.

I’ve gone from a man content to die alone to a man who can’t imagine the rest of my life without my best friend’s sister. How have you done this, Kayla? How are you so perfect? I imagine brushing my hand along her cheek, telling her she never has to be sorry.

“I just spoke to Ryan,” I say instead. “He told me what happened. I’m only in town for the afternoon. Then I’m heading east. I’ve got a package to drop off in Illinois. Sort of cargo I can’t put on a plane.”

I feel bad telling her this. I never expected to feel that way, to care. When I agreed to this, I thought of her as Ryan’s baby sister. Now she’s all woman, but I can’t back out. I made a promise.

“Oh,” she murmurs, biting her lip as if stopping herself from asking what the package is. She’s known bikers long enough to know I won’t tell her. “Okay, well… nice seeing you.”

“Actually…”

I step closer, aware there’s no one around, just us, and there are plenty of spots I could take her around here. The savage in me wants to lay my jacket in the dust and tell her to kneel on it. I’d push that big sexy ass out, begging me to slam into her from behind and make her pussy cream.

There’s another part—the future father of her children, her future husband—who wants to get her the best bed with the best sheets money can buy. I’d treat her like a queen and fuck her like a princess.

“I was wondering if you wanted to come with me,” I say.

“To Illinois?”

I knew this wouldn’t work. Now, half of me doesn’t want it to work. If she agrees, it means riding with her across the country. It means having her arms wrapped around me, trying not to get hard, or letting my mind spin into savage, hungry places.

“Yeah. Ryan told me about the argument. I figured you could use some time away from Melusine.”

“Ryan told you? When? It just happened.”

“He called and told me I might see you on the road.” This part is true, at least.

“So Ryan asked you to make this offer?”

She sounds bitter. She might disagree if she doesn’t think I want her to come. I promised Ryan I’d make this happen. It’s the first thing he’s asked me to do since I returned to the States.

“I could use the company, too,” I tell her, knowing this is probably a mistake, knowing we should find another way.

“Hmm,” she says, looking at the ground. “You’ve never needed the company before. People call you a lone wolf. Did you know that?”

“Maybe I’m getting tired of it. Are you going to make me beg?”

Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of red. She glances at me, then looks away as if she can’t stare for too long. It’s just how I can’t look at her for too long without thinking a thousand steamy thoughts. All of them would make me a traitor—the lowest of the low. I’d be a man who hits on his friend’s sister, but Ryan’s more than a friend. He’s the leader of the Titans. I’d be betraying the club, too.



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