Shades (Reckless Souls MC #3) Read Online KB Winters

Categories Genre: Biker, Insta-Love, Mafia, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Reckless Souls MC Series by KB Winters
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
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Whatever she does after that, I have no fucking clue because my eyes are glued to her ass, looking mouthwatering, tempting as fuck in a pair of jeans. Her legs look shapely and long. My mouth goes dry, and my cock stirs to life.

“I love the way your ass looks in those jeans, Letty.”

Her breath hitches, and she keeps her back to me for a few seconds longer. It feels like an eternity. But when she turns, and I see the pretty blush on her neck and face, my own smile appears.

“You really shouldn’t say such things, Shades, especially not in a church.”

“Why not? If God created you, then I think he’d be pretty damn pleased with how much I appreciate your ass.”

Her blush deepens, and my cock grows even harder. Relax asshole. I try to talk my cock down because he knows as well as I do that Letty isn’t for us. No matter how much I want to fuck her, she’s a good girl, probably in search of a husband and two-point-five kids with a white picket fence. The whole fucking dream.

Letty laughs at my explanation, and the sound is sweet, feminine as fuck and almost musical.

“I’m not sure I buy your logic, but I accept the compliment in the spirit it was given.”

“Now, was that so hard?”

Speaking of hard, my cock is being a stubborn prick, growing behind my zipper the longer Letty is standing up.

“You have no idea,” she smiles and shakes her head. Her expression changes, and she looks at me for a long time as if I’m some puzzle she’s trying to figure out.

“How are you feeling today, Shades?”

Whatever I thought she might ask, that’s not it.

“I’m fine, Letty. The club doctor looked me over and gave me the all-clear.”

She sucks in a breath at my words and points at me, her expression full of accusation. “You…you have a club doctor?”

Her outrage or maybe her indignation is offensive, and I lean forward with a snort.

“Yes, sweetheart, me and my band of criminals actually have a doctor among our ranks. Shocking, isn’t it?”

Her nostrils flare as her anger rises. Skin turns pink as her chest heaves with the energy it requires to keep her cool.

“I am surprised, yes but—” She glares at me, hard, when my hand slices the air to cut off her words.

“Save it for confessional,” I tell her dismissively.

“No.” She bangs both hands on her desk. “First of all, I’m not Catholic, and we don’t do confessions. Second of all, if I’m surprised, it’s only because you let me treat your wounds when you could have just said you had someone to take care of you.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” she repeats in a mocking tone. “That.” She folds her arms, one brow arches triumphantly. “Got something more to say?”

“You were so damn persistent, it was easier to just let you do your thing and be on my way.”

I smile and lean forward until I catch a whiff of her feminine, floral scent.

“If it helps, Nova said you did a good job on the stitches, and he knows stitches since he was an Army medic.”

“Another veteran?” Her brows dip in confusion, and her mind races before those blue eyes land on me again. “Is that normal?”

“Is what normal?”

“Is it normal that Army soldiers and Marines mix it up like you guys?”

“Don’t know.”

“Okay, but can I ask you a personal question?”

“I can do it for you,” I tell her smugly. “I have no plans on turning my life around, whatever the hell that means. I am on my chosen path, and I am sure that it is the right path, and no, I don’t need you to tell me what I should be doing instead.”

I stare at her, my gaze serious. Hers is almost…amused.

“Done?”

I nod.

“Did you choose a motorcycle gang, I mean club, because you miss the brotherhood and camaraderie of being in the service?”

Her lips twitch again, and I know she’s mocking me.

“That’s actually a pretty good question.”

“I know,” she shoots back, this time not bothering to hide her smile. “So?”

“I don’t know. Maybe? Ace and I are bike enthusiasts and were looking for something to do. This is where we ended up.”

It’s as good an explanation as I have because I haven’t given it much thought.

“Is it because you were disgruntled with your time in the Marines?”

Holy shit with this woman. “I don’t know, Letty, maybe? Are you always this nosy?”

She laughs again, and the sound weaves its way through my body and wraps around me so tight I can almost feel her tits pressed up against me.

“I’m not nosy. It’s called inquisitive,” she shoots back with a sparkle in her eyes.

She really believes that. And if I believe her, what does that say about me?

“Some, not all of us are veterans, and each of us had our own reasons before becoming part of the Reckless Souls.”


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