Wild Fire – Chaos Read Online Kristen Ashley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
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“I can give you two days to prepare her. In that time, she can come clean. She can do whatever. But after those two days are up, Georgie, I gotta give Jag what he needs to have, and I’m gonna warn you, he’s gonna lose it and scrape her off.”

“Yeah,” she said sadly.

“He won’t hurt her, at least not—”

“I know.”

“He’s also not gonna get shitty about getting his money back. But she’ll be dead to him.”

“I know,” she repeated.

“It’s not all about the money. Drugs are a no-go with us, baby.”

“Me too,” she whispered. “I don’t know what to do about her. She’s a hot mess, and not only in this way, which is saying something.”

And more of her bad mood at the airport was explained, and this shit was even bigger.

With regret, he took his hand from her and said, “We can talk about that tomorrow night after you get here from your date-not-date. Now, ’cause I wanna kiss you again to take your mind off shit things, and if I do, that’ll take us where we shouldn’t go until we get to know each other a little better, I gotta get you home.”

“Back to my car, you mean.”

“Then I’ll follow you home.”

“I can drive myself home, Dutch.”

“I know that, Georgiana. But you’ll be driving away from a warehouse full of black market shit, and the bad guys who deal it, where I do not know if we wandered into their camera range and they saw me drag you out of there. So they might be even more vigilant. So I want to make sure you’re not followed. With me?”

She nodded.

“Quick kiss, then finish your beer, then we’re out of here.”

She gave him that got-your-cock look again which caught the attention of his cock, as it was meant to do, and said, “You so want in my pants.”

He arched a brow. “And you don’t want in mine?”

She inched forward a little. “I oh-so want in your pants.”

He chuckled.

She leaned into him and gave him a quick, hard kiss, before she pushed back to straight and he watched, unmoving from his lean into the counter, as she tipped her head back and downed more than half a beer in one go.

“Talk about impressive,” he teased on a smile when she finished.

“I’m this close to jumping your bones because you’re being so cute, so you best get me home, bad boy.”

“I’m not cute.”

“Whatever.”

Someone was going to get their bones jumped, and in order not to jump that gun, because they started out way wrong, and he was going to lead them forward all right, he pushed up, socked back another slug, but didn’t down the whole thing. He set his beer aside, rounded the bar, caught her hand, and led her to her jacket on his couch.

As she pulled it on, she said, “It’s super cool you’re letting me give Carolyn a heads-up that you’re gonna tell Jagger.”

“If you don’t want to be thrown under that bus that Jag knows because I know because you told me, then we can do it whatever way is your way, but it’s gotta get done, and sooner not later.”

She nodded. “Can I tell you at our cop talk tomorrow?”

He returned her nod.

He also took her hand again to lead her out to his truck.

But she tugged on his and he stopped moving.

“When is that?” she asked.

“Lunch. Noon. Eddie Chavez and Hank Nightingale.”

She nodded.

“I’ll pick you up at eleven-thirty,” he told her.

She nodded again and said, “I’ll need your cell number.”

“You can program it in, in the truck.”

Another nod then, “Dutch.”

“Right here,” he stated when she didn’t say anything else.

She looked weird for a beat before she blurted, “I like you.”

He felt his lips twitch as he shifted, getting closer, and his voice was low when he said, “I hope so.”

“I just…well, it…” She cleared her throat. “Carolyn played Jagger and—”

He interrupted her.

“We’re here, finally.”

“Uh…sorry?”

“We’re at the good part to being in the biker world.”

“What’s that?” she whispered, staring up at him.

He got even closer, dipped his head to hers, and with their mouths close, and eyes locked, he answered, “Live and let live, Georgie.”

“So you’re saying, if we…you know, if something comes of us—”

“You’re you, she’s Carolyn, and Jag will know the difference. And no offense to your sister, but he’s not that into her, so it might sting, that’ll mostly be to his pride, but he’ll get over it, though he’ll get over her faster.”

“Okay,” she said breathily.

He liked the way she said that.

He liked the way she was staring up at him, like she could stand there for a year and do it and be totally down with that.

So he changed his mind.

“I think we need to kiss again,” he told her.

“And I think you’re absolutely right,” she replied.

She pushed up on her toes.



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