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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Don’t be ridiculous.

I’m reading too much into it, again.

“Was that girl on the bus with you the piano player?” he asks, changing the subject.

“Yeah, that was Amalie.”

“Very beautiful girl.”

Jealousy thumps into my chest, unexpected and rather confusing. Gosh, I never used to get jealous when I was with Trey. It’s an almost unfamiliar feeling for me. I bite my lip, because honestly, what the hell? He just said she was beautiful, which she absolutely is, so where did that come from?

“Yeah, she is,” I say.

He must notice something in my voice, because he responds, without looking, “Nothin’ on the beauty you’re carryin’ around, darlin’. Take my breath clean out of my lungs.”

God.

Damn.

“Thank you,” I whisper, because fuck, what else can I say?

That’s probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.

“Want to go for a swim?” he asks, standing and shrugging his jacket off.

My mouth gets dry, and my eyes swing up to him as he takes the hem of his shirt and pulls it up and over his head. The sight before me just about blinds me, it’s that fucking incredible. A tanned, ripped body with biceps and chest muscles bigger than I’ve ever seen on any man. They taper off to a trim, but a well-muscled waist and a six pack to die for. He’s got a mixture of tattoos on his body, running across his chest and down his abs. When he turns around to kick his boots off, I see a tattoo across his back—his club name and an intricate skull and flame design below it, the same one that’s on his jacket.

I can’t force my eyes away, even though I know I should. He is utterly incredible, and terrifying, and dammit, my heart is getting carried away again. I stand without thought and shakily unbutton my jeans, shimmying out of them until I’m in my undies and tank. When I look up, he’s staring down at me, at my legs, and then my panties, and then to my eyes.

The look he’s giving me has everything in my body coming to a permanent stop. It’s hunger, and lust, and god damn this is a bad idea. Before I can do anything more, he leans down, scoops me up, and throws me over his shoulder, then we’re moving at a rapid pace toward the lake. I squeal with laughter and then just squeal when he launches into the air and we hit the cool, crisp water.

It washes over me, and for a moment, I squirm and kick, freezing. When I surface, I’m laughing. He comes up behind me, a huge grin on his face. “That was cruel!” I giggle.

“Only way to do it, babe.”

Babe.

God.

Shit.

Fuck.

I can’t wipe the silly grin off my face and he winks at me before he goes under again. My heart is racing in my chest, and when he comes up, I try not to admire how the water droplets roll over his upper body, or how that hair sticks to his face in the sexiest way. He’s perfection. All around perfection. I clench my legs together and try to will myself to take my eyes off him, but I can’t. I don’t even want to.

“Stop lookin’ at me like that, Scarlett. I’ll kiss you, and we both fuckin’ know I shouldn’t do that.”

I swallow.

Then I lick my lips.

“Fuck,” he mutters, swimming closer.

Instinctually, I swim backward and as he keeps coming, I keep moving backward, because damn, this is dangerous in so many ways. If he gets ahold of me, I won’t be able to stop and that won’t help anyone. I swallow again, my eyes locked on his, and he lunges before I can do anything, catching me around the waist and slamming my tiny body against his. I can feel every hard curve as I’m squashed up against him, including the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my belly.

Fire explodes inside me.

“Maverick,” I whisper. “I shouldn’t ... we shouldn’t ...”

“Fuck what we should and shouldn’t do.”

Then he brings his lips down over mine. For a moment, I’m still in his arms, unable to move or respond. And then, when his scent rolls into my senses and my body takes in the incredible feeling of his lips on mine, I can’t stop myself. I part my lips on a gasp, and his tongue invades. And then I’m kissing him. Deep and long, tongues dancing, lips crushed together. He tastes incredible, a little like beer, a whole lot like man. His hand goes down and cups my ass, and he rocks my body against his, fingers digging into my flesh.

I reach up, curling my fingers into his hair and pulling him closer, even though there is no way he can get any closer to me. I moan at the sensations that rip through my body as he rocks me against him, using my ass to guide his movements. A whimper escapes my lips as the kiss becomes more intense, and for a moment, in my lust filled haze, all I want to do is lift my legs, slide my panties aside, and let him fuck me right here in the lake, deep and hard.


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