Heart-On (Turf Wars #2) Read Online Bella Jewel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Turf Wars Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
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“Noted.”

When we reach the bathroom, he turns and waits as I get in, turn the shower on, and then carefully cover both of his arms with plastic wrap so his bandages don’t get wet. Then, he stands in the shower as I run a sponge very quickly over his body. It’s hard, no doubt just as much for him as it is for me. I know he hates this part of his day—he despises that he can’t hold a sponge to clean himself. It’s the worst possible thing he could ever think of to happen in his life, but he simply has no other choice.

I reach his penis and, in a frantic motion, far quicker than I usually do, I slap the sponge against it and then jump back. “There. Done.”

“It’s not done, you didn’t even wash it,” he growls.

“I’m not going closer to that thing. You just stuck three women, god only knows what’s crawling around on the surface.”

“I fuckin’ tarped up, now wash it.”

I narrow my eyes.

“You wash it or I get another nurse and you get a bad fuckin’ report.”

I huff and step closer. “You’re not a very nice person, are you?”

“No.”

I sponge him down, properly this time.

His dick doesn’t even twitch.

Not a rise.

Not a little wiggle.

Nothing.

Way to make a girl feel special.

“Would it help if I were dressed like a nurse?” I say, standing upright.

“Help with what?” he mutters as I take a towel and start drying him.

“Getting a boner.”

“I don’t get a boner because I’m not attracted to you.”

I grunt. “Honey, I’ve seen some of the women you bring in here. I’m far better looking ...”

“You’re mouthy, I don’t do mouthy. You do nothin’ for me.”

“That wasn’t what you were saying when you pleaded with me to let you fuck me that night ....”

He narrows his eyes. “I was horny, you were throwing yourself at me. Got to know you, don’t like you. My dick don’t like you.”

“Dicks like everyone.”

“They don’t.”

“Yes, they do.”

“Did it move when you just had your hands all over it?”

I purse my lips and help him get dressed.

“You’ll never get a hard on out of me, stop tryin’.”

Well.

Challenge bloody accepted.

“We’ll see,” I murmur, unraveling his first hand.

Adan has significant burns to both his hands and forearms. He tried to stop the fire from spreading to the customers’ cars when the garage he works at went up in flames. He attempted to smother it, but whatever he used only accelerated it more and he ended up with some nasty results.

It’ll be a solid six weeks more before he can even go without the bandages. Not to mention he has a few surgeries up his sleeve. He’ll recover, but his hands will never be fully the same again.

He makes a hissing sound as I pull the bandage off. It sticks slightly, and I know it must hurt when I carefully pull that away from the raw skin. Burns are said to be some of the most painful things a human can experience, so I know he’s hurting. I clean it up and redress it, and then do the other one. I have to do this twice a day, but I also have to help him with basically everything.

“Need a ride to the club. Got business. You go see Eve.”

“Yes. Master,” I say in a robot voice and stand straight. “I will go prepare the car, Master.”

I do a robot walk out the door.

He’ll learn to like me.

He really will.

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“How’s things with Papi?” Eve asks, wiggling her brows as she swoops past me with two coffees in her hands.

I swivel around on my chair so she can hear me when I speak. “He’s a pain in the ass. I went in there to find him with three women today. Three. What the hell? Who has time to please three women?”

“Bikers, man,” Eve scrunches up her nose.

Eve is my best friend and the owner of a café called Wildflowers that is right next door to Adan’s garage and biker club, which is run by Eve’s now boyfriend, Riggs, and his club, the Soul Dividers MC.

Lame.

When they first moved in over there, Eve made it her life’s mission to get Riggs and the club out, no matter what, and this brought a hell of a game as pranks and battles begun.

Then they fell in love and, well, the rest is history.

“They’re something else,” I agree. “He told me this morning, as I washing his damned dick, that he isn’t attracted to me at all.”

“What a liar, he wanted to ride you only a few weeks ago.”

I snort. “Well, his dick says otherwise now. It doesn’t even twitch when I wash him.”

“Not even a little one?” Eve stops and her eyes get wide.

“Not a single movement.”

“Oh, honey, you need to change that.”

I laugh. “He told me it was impossible.”


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