Scars (Going All the Way #3) Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Going All the Way Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
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She swore she could feel every inch of his thickness pulse inside her.

His hands moved down to grip her ass, and he kneaded the globes, making a gasp of pleasure leave her. And when he spread them, dragging his cock in and out of her, no doubt seeing the action in full focus, no obstructions, she felt her cry of pleasure escape.

Another orgasm coursed through Hannah almost violently, as if she couldn’t think, breathe, or even move as it claimed every single inch of her.

“Fuck, Hannah,” Scars growled out, and then she felt him tense behind her as he found his own release. He slammed into her once more then fully stilled, his groan of completion muted against her back, his hot breath skating along her flesh and sending more sparks of pleasure through her.

This wasn’t just about sex, wasn’t Scars fucking her or making love to her. It was about both of them coming together in a blinding light, of Scars helping her heal from the inside out. He made her feel whole, and Hannah had never experienced that before, never thought it was even possible.

But it seemed with Scars, anything could happen, and she welcomed what that meant for their future.

The intimacy, the chemistry that moved between them so they stole her very sanity. She was dizzy, hazy with her emotions. And when the heavy weight of his chest was no longer covering her back, she cried out on the inside from that lack of contact with him. But he pulled her into an embrace only a second later, spooning with her, holding her tightly to his much bigger, harder body.

The heaviness of sleep started to fall on her, and she turned in his arms so she could rest her cheek against his firm chest. The sound of his heart beating started to lull her to sleep, and with the protection of his arms caging her in his warmth, how she felt so small, so feminine against him, had a smile forming on her lips.

“What now?” she found herself asking softly. He smoothed a big hand up and down her back then felt him kiss the top of her head.

“We move forward, start over… together.”

And in that moment, she’d never heard anything that sounded more perfect.

“It’s us now, baby. You and me. That’s how it’ll always be, Hannah.”

Yes. That was how it would always be.

Epilogue One

Several months later

The months had flown by in a blur of happiness and surprise. Surprise, because Hannah never saw herself smiling this much, loving the touch of a man—her man—or needing it like she needed to breathe.

But here she was, surrounded by big, scary-looking bikers, who in reality weren’t that scary at all. Not to the ones they considered family.

The Vicious Bastards MC wasn’t anything like she could have ever imagined. She’d never thought twice about motorcycle clubs, but it was very obvious that the core of them was their love for each other and their club.

They stayed at the cabin for only a week after the Landon incident, and truthfully, she couldn’t have waited any longer to leave. The memories tied to it now tainted by Landon’s presence and subsequent death had her tense and upset. Scars had seen that, and he’d told her they were leaving. She was leaving with him.

She’d never agreed to anything faster.

And once they’d gotten into the town of Reckless, once she was in Scars’ house, surrounded by his things, his scent, she’d felt strangely… at home.

And now here she was, several weeks later, sitting at the table in the center of the Vicious Bastards’ clubhouse, her belly full from the family-style meal they’d all had and enjoyed, and her heart overflowing with love.

She recognized the men who’d come to take Landon away that night, but they never let on and certainly didn’t speak of it.

“What happens in the club stays in the club. You’ll always be safe. No matter what.”

Scars’ words echoed in her mind, and she felt this calming sensation fill her for some reason.

The MC had welcomed her with open arms, started joking about Scars finally finding “The One,” that they’d never seen him so light and free, so happy. And the whole time, he kept his arm around her and growled that she was his and they better respect her like they respected him.

And there had been a unanimous grunt of affirmation from the men at the table.

They started with the stories about Scars when he was younger, how he was a good man, did good things for people and the community. They told her he’d help anyone in need, that he’d give the shirt off his back to a beggar. She had a feeling they were trying to win her over.

But he’d already done that tenfold.

She looked at the man she loved and knew that to be wholeheartedly true. She loved him. She was madly, irrevocably, undeniably in love with the big biker.


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