Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater Read Online T.M. Frazier (King #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Biker, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Funny, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: King Series by T.M. Frazier
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79374 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
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“What do you want to do?” I asked.

“Whatever I want.”

I swallowed hard. Oh, he was good. He was really good.

I wasn’t buying it.

“Deal,” I said, taking a step back and waving for him to continue. “But when you say BIG, I do mean it better be BIG,” I said, although I didn’t exactly know how big was big. “Should we get a ruler or maybe call in a second opinion?” I asked, finding it easy to tease the man who’d been dishing it out to me for weeks now. “Or maybe some tweezers?”

Any second, I was sure he was going to fold. I could feel it. I just knew I was right and that he would…

“Oh, Doc,” he said, slowly shaking his head from side to side and making a “tsk tsk” sound. “You’ve just made the best mistake of your life.” Without another word he dropped both his pants and boxers, letting them fall around his ankles.

HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT.

“We done here, Doc?” And although it was him who was naked and exposed, it was also him whose voice was thick and laced with desire. “We good?”

I just. I mean. “Yeah, yeah we’re…done here,” I said, turning my head from side to side to avoid looking, but it was…wow. I didn’t even need a point of reference to know that what he was packing was monstrous.

And hard.

Preppy cleared his throat, and I was mortified that I’d been caught open-mouthed gaping at his dick. So I did what any respectable junkie would do. I turned and bolted.

“Oh no,” Preppy said, catching up to me in a few short strides before I’d even reached the first boulder.

Damn these short legs.

“Let me clarify,” he said, pulling me back against his bare chest. “YOU are done here, because you lost.” He spun me around in his arms and pushed me back against the rocks. His nose almost touching mine when he leaned down and said something that sounded eerily like a warning. My entire body went on high alert. “But WE are most definitely not done here, because I WON.”

“Fuck,” I muttered.

“No, Doc. Not with only three minutes.” He lowered his lips to my ear as he added, “But you best fucking believe that I’m going to make the most out of every single second I have.”

He pushed his naked hips against my backside, and I gasped. And this time, I knew for a fact that the hard prodding against my lower back had nothing to do with his gun.

No.

It was much MUCH bigger than that.

He shifted his hand so it was flat on my stomach. He dipped his fingertips inside my shorts.

“Time starts now.”

* * *

PREPPY

Three minutes.

I chose that number for two reasons. One, because fucking with Dre was everything I dreamed it would be and more. Two, because the other bets I thought of throwing out there all ended with being balls deep inside of her, and since I was pretty sure she wouldn’t agree to that, I played it safe.

Or, so I thought.

After Mirna had given her a little makeover I found myself panting after her like a dog left out on the porch in the middle of the day. Then, I’d shown up to pick her up and she was wearing shorts so short her long thighs were on full display and her ass cheeks were teasing me, playing a game of peek-a-boo, every time she swayed her hips or took a step. Her hair and makeup weren’t as styled as the day before and her lips were a softer pink, instead of the bright red, and I thought just then, for the first time in my life, that a girl was beautiful. I’d thought hot. Or fuckable. But beautiful was as new a thought to me as restraint.

Not to be confused with restraints.

Those, I was familiar with.

On the water tower, when she was on the verge of ending her life, it was her frailty that piqued my interest. When I brought her unconscious body to Mirna’s, it was her weakness that had me stealing a taste of her pussy. And when she’d turned to me and crossed her arms over her chest, pushing up her tits, challenging me to show her my dick so she could verify the size, I thought I was about to come in my fucking pants, right then and there.

If I’d thought her weakness was a massive turn on, it was absolutely jack-shit compared to the the surge of pure want her show of strength sent, shooting straight through my spine into my ridiculously hard cock.

Dre wasn’t some random chick at a party who knew what the price was for the all-you-can-snort-buffet I so generously provided. She also wasn’t one of Bear’s BBB’s who knew what they were getting into when it came to the bikers and their familiars.


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