Cohen (King’s Descendants MC #5) Read Online Bella Jewel

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: King's Descendants MC Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
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God, I am a fucking pussy.

“She ain’t goin’ to poop on me because I’m not doin’ it with her.”

“With her? Who are you doing it with then?”

“Nobody,” I roar with laughter. “Fuck you’re crazy.”

She giggles. “You’re the crazy one. My god, how many women have you got.”

I wink at her. “Plenty.”

“Poor Samantha.”

I roll back over so I’m facing the stars again. If I keep talking to her, my laughter won’t stop. That’s a good thing, but fuck it hurts.

“She and I ain’t forever.”

Aviana lies on her back again, too. “Well, why are you with her?”

“We’ve been over this.”

“For sex, yes, but it seems like a waste of time.”

“Everyone has relationships that they know aren’t forever. Spose’ you could call them learning curves. You know, they’re what teach you who you want to be and what you want from the person you’re with.”

“Seems unfair.”

“Probably is, but it’s how the world works. We all have a past, people who we learn from, until we find that person and, when we do, we know it’s forever.”

“Your forever person,” she murmurs. “How do you suppose you know they’re forever?”

“Don’t know, I think you just know.”

“Have you ever thought you found your forever person?” she asks me.

I don’t look at her, because if I do she’ll see it in my face. She’ll see that everything in my body is screaming ‘yeah’. When I think of my forever, her face comes into my mind and it scares the hell out of me. I don’t know why it’s there or where it came from, we’re only friends and have only been so for a couple of weeks. How in that time my body has decided she’s the one for me is far fucking beyond my understanding.

It’s like it just knows.

Is that how easy it is? Your body tells you that’s the person, and that’s that?

Fuck me.

“I don’t think so,” I tell her, not willing to do a single thing to risk this friendship, even if it means I never fucking lay my hands on her beautiful body.

“Oh,” she says softly. “Well, that’s good then.”

There is a hint of disappointment in her voice, a hint that makes me want to fucking roll over and kiss her until she understands that I wasn’t telling the truth, that it’s her and fuck being friends.

But I’m not going to do that.

“What about you, found your forever person?”

“I’m not sure,” she answers. “I know I’ve found my forever friend, though.”

I glance at her and she’s staring at me. When our eyes meet, she smiles, and something in my heart fucking explodes.

“Hear ya,” I murmur.

Her smile gets wider. “Well, you can go tell Samantha there will be no bumhole sex today, anyway ...”

I chuckle. “I’ll be sure to pass the message onto her exactly like that.”

She laughs. “It’s so nice out here. How did you find this place?”

We’re at a small stream down a dirt road, thick with trees and wildlife. It’s fucking nice and I come here a lot when I need to think. I stumbled across it one day and, ever since, I’ve come here just to unwind. It’s peaceful, and nobody is ever around.

“I just happened across it,” I tell her. “Liked it so I kept coming back.”

“How many girls have you brought out here and laid in this truck bed with?”

I snort. “None, just you.”

She sits up and looks down at me, her hair falling down to frame her face. She’s fucking perfect under the moonlight and everything in me wants to kiss her, to taste those plump little lips, to feel her soft body beneath mine.

“You’ve never brought anyone else out here?”

“Nope.”

“Why me?”

“Why not you?”

She purses her lips. “You make a good point, I’m just as good as any.”

I laugh. “You’re better than the rest of them, no doubt about it.”

“You think I’m the best girl you know, don’t you, Cohen?”

She’s teasing, her tone light.

“Without a doubt.”

“Well, maybe one day you’ll marry me then.”

I wink at her. “Maybe.”

Yeah, fucking maybe.

I PRESS THE MAN AGAINST the wall, fingers tight around his throat. Drug deal gone wrong, he stole from the club, and now I’m here to collect on his debt. Squirming, he gasps for air as his fingers tighten around my wrists, trying desperately to remove my firm grip on his throat. He knows I’ll kill him, he knows the club will kill him, but he still chose to fucking double cross us anyway.

“You didn’t honestly think you’d get away with stealing from the club, did you?” I growl, squeezing tighter. His face is going blue now, a dark shade of blue that is slowly mixing with red. His eyes are bulging, and he’s got saliva running from his mouth.

“Wasn’t me,” he wheezes. “Cohen, it wasn’t me.”

I release my grip, just a little, enough for him to get a tiny amount of air. “What do you mean it wasn’t fuckin’ you? You had the drugs, you sold the drugs, you disappeared with the cash. Who the fuck else was it?”


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