Tank (Reckless Souls MC #10) Read Online KB Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Reckless Souls MC Series by KB Winters
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
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“What’s going on with that?” Olly asks the minute I step outside the room, his gaze on Sophie as she stops at the reception desk.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” It’s not even a good lie, and just like I’d do to him, Olly doesn’t let me get away with that shit.

“Bullshit. It’s no secret you’re crushing on the hot nurse with the Penthouse curves.” He’s laughing and shaking his head like I’m just going to crack. “Are you gonna have her break out the white uniform and the little hat too?”

“You better stay the fuck away from those Penthouse curves.”

“Hey man, chill. She’s a stunner, and I don’t blame you for making a play. She give you the green light?”

“Olly, shut the fuck up.”

“Sorry. She just seems like a classy lady,” he says innocently.

I think so, too, and I wonder if a classy lady like that would want a guy like me despite her words and clear flirtations. “She is. Stay the fuck away from her. And shut up.”

But Olly doesn’t shut up. “Then again, I’ll bet it’s those prissy broads that like to get the nastiest behind closed doors. Gotta be exhausting, putting on that goody-two-shoes act all day long.”

The kid’s got a fucking point. Now all I can think about is bending Sophie over and sliding my cock into that sweet pussy. “Fuck,” I growl, shifting to ease the pressure in my jeans.

“That bad, huh?” Olly smirks like he’s enjoying my discomfort, the little shit.

I don’t respond, fuming silently instead. Getting tangled with Sophie is a mistake, but it’s too late now. Wouldn’t be the first brother to break the rules. But the prospect better keep quiet if he knows what’s good for him.

I give Olly a hard stare to get the message across—any gossip about me and Sophie is off-limits. He needs to learn when to keep his trap shut.

“Seems like she’s into you, too,” Olly says, wiggling his eyebrows. “Giving you googly eyes every time she walks by.”

“Can it, Prospect,” I snap as we head back into Banger’s room, clenching a fist. Sophie’s off limits for his stupid gossip. The prospect better not push me if he values his life.

“Asshole.”

“You bet I am,” I say just as Sophie walks in, looking like the hot librarian out of my hottest, darkest fantasies, dark lashes blinking quickly.

“Bet what?”

“Nothing. Just Olly being Olly,” I grumble.

She smiles prettily but rolls her eyes like we’re a group of rowdy teens at a skate park.

“I brought dinner, enough for three if you guys are hungry.” Her gaze bounces from me to Olly, then back at me.

“I’m always hungry,” Olly declares, rubbing his belly. “What did you make?”

“Enchilada casserole with fresh salsa and guac.” She flashes a proud smile. “You want some?”

“Absolutely,” Olly says with an eager nod, rubbing his hands together. “Sophie, I might have to ask for your hand in marriage,” he tells her, flashing a grin over his shoulder because I know he’s just trying to piss me off. “At least I would if Tank’s big ass wouldn’t kill me first.”

A laugh bubbles up from Sophie, a beautiful sound that echoes in the room. She then throws me a teasing look. “What about you, Tank? Hungry?”

“Yeah, sure,” I say, more out of reflex to her gaze on me than anything else.

Her smile brightens even further. “Great, I’ll get the plates ready. Meet me in the break room.”

I watch her walk off, and I swear I’m drooling.

“Dude, it’s obvious you’re into her. Don’t blow it.” Olly nudges me, his grin a little too goofy.

Shaking my head in amusement, I throw a playful jab at him, “I thought I told you to shut the fuck up about that.”

Olly shrugs. “Just saying, it’s your chance to make a move.”

As we step into the break room, Sophie hands a plate to Olly, a warmth in her smile. “Hope you like Mexican food, or at least my version of it,” she says.

Olly gives her a fake salute and says, “I love all food. I’m gonna go hang out with Banger. See you two after a while.”

Sophie looks at me, her brown eyes sparkling. “What about you, Big Guy? You like Mexican food?”

“I’m pretty easy to please when it comes to food,” I reply, letting my gaze linger on her. When I catch her licking her lips, I’m a goner.

While Sophie busies herself with dinner, her curious eyes find mine. “You’re showering me with compliments today. Any special reason?”

Trying to play it cool yet drawn to her like a moth to a flame, I reach out, letting a strand of her hair wind around my finger. “Do I? Can’t say I’ve noticed,” I smirk, though we both know I’m lying through my teeth.

Her brown eyes go wide and clash with mine, her mouth slightly open as if I’ve shocked her again. “Tank,” she whispers just as the microwave beeps.



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