Whiskey Burning Read Online Bella Jewel (Iron Fury MC #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, Dark, Funny, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Iron Fury MC Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
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“Yeah,” I finally rasp. “Anyway, she got out. I don’t know how. She thought she could run to her car, which was out front of the compound and call me. She was goin’ to find me and get me out of there, no matter what. As she was runnin’ to the car, she got shot in the head. I don’t know who shot her. All I know is someone was waitin’ for that moment to take the club down, and they effectively did it with one, lone bullet.”

Scarlett’s body jerks, and I feel the warmth of her tears dripping onto my skin. I hold her tighter, and she wraps her arms around me, burying her face into me and trying to control herself. “I’m so, so sorry ... Maverick ... I am so sorry.”

“Worst phone call of my life. The club went into uproar. I was angry. Mal was angry. I wanted to kill Boston. I had to go. And durin’ all this, the other fuckers managed to get their drugs through town and leave. They got what they wanted. And I lost my whole life.”

“I don’t have any words ... I ... My heart burns for you. I’m so very sorry you lost her. What was her name?”

“Nerissa.”

“That’s beautiful.”

I nod and squeeze her a little tighter, needing her a little closer.

“It changed something in me. Broke something. I’ve been on the road for a long time, not wantin’ to go back, but knowin’ eventually, I have to.”

“Is he still there, the man that was meant to be looking after her?”

“He is. Yes.”

She thinks for a moment. “Was he the man you beat up just recently?”

“Yeah. Mal brought him. Tried to mend some shattered fuckin’ bridge between us that can’t be mended, because half of it has been washed away and destroyed. You can’t fix somethin’ that broken, it’s just not possible. There are no materials in the world that could piece that kind of damage back together. But, I did tell him I will let it go. I won’t forgive. I won’t forget. I don’t want Boston anywhere near me. But I will let it go, for the club’s sake.”

“That’s a massive thing for you to be able to do,” Scarlett whispers, pressing her warm lips against my skin and kissing me softly. “You’re a brave man, honey. To even be able to breathe after that, takes more strength than most people in the world could ever muster up.”

Fuck.

This woman.

“Breathin’ felt like drownin’ for a very fuckin’ long time, believe me.”

“But you made it. You’re strong. I admire you.”

I roll to my side, shifting her so I can look into her eyes. “You’re the first woman since Nerissa I have even wanted to have a conversation with. You spark something inside me, somethin’ I haven’t felt for a very fuckin’ long time. Want you in a way I have never wanted anyone. Fucked if I can walk away from you now.”

Her eyes get soft, and damn it goes right to my heart. “Ditto, big guy.”

“You know when you wake up in the mornin’, the whole world is goin’ to see you in a different light.”

She props herself up on her elbow and places a hand on my face. “I couldn’t give a fuck what the world thinks about me.”

Dammit.

Fuck.

Yeah.

This girl is changing fucking everything for me.

~*~*~*~

SCARLETT

“Oh, God,” I gasp as Maverick’s hips pump him in and out of me.

I have my ass in the air, my face buried into the mattress, my fingers curled into the blanket, and he’s fucking me hard and deep, his cock hitting points that only this angle could allow him to reach. His hands are grabbing my ass, his balls are slapping my pussy with each thrust, and God, if it doesn’t feel absolutely fucking incredible. I scream out his name and my little fists pummel the mattress as an orgasm quite literally torments me, rising to the surface slowly, bringing me a burning pleasure that’s taking it’s sweet time.

“Fuck,” Maverick grunts. “Fuck your pussy is sweet.”

I come at his words, fists curling into the sheets, face muffling my screams into the mattress as my orgasm washes over me. Maverick fucks me hard, a few times more, and then he pulls his cock out and I feel warm spurts of cum hit my bottom, stream after stream, warming my skin. His moans fill the space and my body trembles, still coming down from my orgasm.

“You look so fuckin’ perfect with my cum all over your ass,” he growls, slapping one cheek before reaching down and picking up a towel, using it to clean me up before flipping me over and lying on top of me. “Could lay here fuckin’ you all day, baby, but we gotta face the music sooner or later.”

I look up at him, hair a mess, looking like a fucking God hovering over me, and I don’t want to face the music. I want to stay here all damned day and never look at the music again. I giggle at my thought and push up, kissing him softly before sighing and saying, “Okay, let’s see what we’re working with here.”



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