The Biker’s Dirty Little Secret (Straight to Hell MC #2) Read Online Sam Crescent, Stacey Espino

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Straight to Hell MC Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
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“I love you, Callie.” He fucked her harder, faster, a sheen of sweat forming between their bodies as they collided.

She pondered his words. Were they said in the heat of the moment? Did they mean more? Could he love her? Callie had never known the love of a man. She craved Brick’s devotion, but didn’t want to assume a thing, especially now.

His erection was like silk over steel, and the way he filled her was pure satisfaction. Every thrust of his hips made her gasp and mewl. She was completely wanton, and there was no stopping it. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pleading for more in his ear.

“Come for me, Callie. Come all over my cock.”

She closed her eyes and savored the illicit pleasure, never wanting it to end. Her orgasm was on a precipice.

“Be a good girl. Come for me, baby.”

This time, she let go, wave after wave of release washing through her. Her breath came out in small shudders as the enormity of her orgasm shook her to the core. She felt the moment he came inside her.

His weight came down on her briefly, but he immediately returned his weight to his arms, then rolled to the side.

“That was worth the wait,” he said, an arm draped over his eyes. The man looked so edible, she wouldn’t complain if he wanted to claim her again.

“And it wasn’t scary at all.”

He shifted to his side, his eyes narrowed as he looked at her. “You were scared? Why?”

“I’ve never done it before. I wasn’t sure what to expect.”

“Did it hurt?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I loved it.”

That earned her a smile.

“What happens now?” she asked, feeling vulnerable now that her virginity was no longer at play. A small part of her worried he’d walk once he got what he wanted, which didn’t make sense. He was too good to her.

“What do you mean?” He tucked hair behind her ear. They were face-to-face on the bed, both naked and exhausted.

“Do things change? This feels like a big step.”

“Nothing changes,” he said. Her heart instantly dropped. “I was already loyal to you from the first day. Sex doesn’t change that. I’m yours, and now you’re all mine.”

“And we’ll talk more … when you take me to the river?”

“Yeah. I promised we’d talk, and we will.”

She hoped things didn’t change when he learned the ugly truth about her past, although he knew many details and was still here. It was almost as if he liked that she was normal, average, and low maintenance. The opposite to women at the club.

“You know some things about me,” she said.

“It’s my job to keep the club safe. I had to be sure you weren’t a threat.”

“And?”

“Squeaky clean.” He touched the tip of her nose.

“You sure about that?” she asked.

He scoffed. “Compared with my life, you’re a saint, baby.”

“I don’t know anything about you, Brick. Not a thing.”

“Know that I’ll do anything for you. Isn’t my devotion enough?”

She swallowed hard. “Of course, it is, but I still want to know you. I don’t want secrets between us.”

“It’s not secrets I’m worried about. It’s just that sometimes the past is better left buried. And some of the shit I have to handle for the club is too ugly to talk about. I won’t soil your mind with all that bullshit. I won’t.”

“Can I know a little about you? Relationships can’t be based on sex alone. What about when you were a boy? About your family?”

He visibly cringed.

“I’m sorry.”

“We both got the short stick in the parent department, but we deal with it, right?”

She nodded.

“I’ve never shared any details of my childhood with anyone, not even Lord. But we’ll talk at the river. I want you to believe me when I say I’m serious about you, about us.”

“I wish I could know everything.”

“No, you don’t want that, trust me.” He took her hand, forcing her to trace a faint white line on his pec. It was slightly raised and jagged.

“What’s this from?” She expected it to be from a rival biker.

“My mother.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and he was right, she didn’t want to know. Her parents had been junkies and petty criminals, but they’d never hurt her like that. Mostly, she dealt with neglect rather than physical abuse.

“She was pissed off my father left us. Blamed me. Called me a worthless piece of shit who’d ruined her life,” he said. “I thought she’d be happy because he used to beat her, you know. But I guess some women are too fucked up to see their relationships are self-destructive.”

“Brick…”

“See, you’re feeling sorry for me. Don’t do that.”

He was pulling away, and she wanted him to feel safe enough to share with her. “I’m not. I just want to understand. You don’t have to hide anything from me.”


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