Alaric (Golden Glades Henchmen MC #8) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Golden Glades Henchmen MC Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
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It wasn’t long before my own clothes felt scratchy on my sensitive skin, and I found myself throwing my half-eaten food into the fridge, and making my way into my bedroom to slip out of everything but a tank and panties.

But that didn’t seem to do anything to ease the ache building inside.

“Ugh,” I grumbled, finding myself reaching for my tablet.

Just to go and try to read something, distract myself.

But I didn’t even pretend to open my ebook app.

Oh, no.

I went right to PatronSinners and toggled over to my account, watching my little circle go green.

And there he was.

Green too.

Despite it being a Friday night, and a guy who looked like he looked really should have had something better to do.

Unless he was, you know, doing lives with other women.

My stomach knotted at the idea of that.

Which was absolutely ridiculous.

He was on an adult content site.

He created things meant to get women hot.

It made sense that he might… do more personal things with them.

It was naive to think otherwise.

I couldn’t seem to shake the jealousy I felt, though, as I stared at his live symbol.

When the chat request pop up, I was so startled I nearly dropped my tablet.

I expected one of my regular guys. Ones who knew and played by the rules. They just wanted a quick video of my feet moving around, my toes wiggling.

Yes, I understood why.

No, I felt absolutely nothing about that like I had with the helmet-hidden-biker.

But to my utter shock, it wasn’t a regular.

It was him.

And as soon as I clicked Accept, his video request came in.

Heat bloomed through my core as I shifted the tablet to my feet, even as the strange urge to let him see more almost had me shifting the focus.

In the end, though, I reminded myself how important it was to me that none of this actually traced back. I didn’t know exactly what the future held for me, but I did know that having adult content had cost many people their “straight” jobs when an employer did a little research into them.

His video feed popped up, and I saw his hand already closed around his hard cock in another pair of thin pajama pants, these ones a dark blue that hid a lot more than the gray ones had, and I felt immediately frustrated at not getting to see more of him.

The chat bubble started, and then the words were on the screen next to his video feed.

I was hoping you’d be on again…

My belly flip-flopped at that, even as my rational brain tried to remind me that it was his literal job to flirt with me, to sell the fantasy. That I was a client to him.

I couldn’t help the way my body heated, how my skin went electric at just knowing he was there.

Maybe that was all this was.

Connection.

With another living human being.

Attention, albeit paid attention, from a man.

I shook my head, trying to knock the thoughts free.

I didn’t want to think.

I wanted to feel.

I wanted to experience this, one last time, with this guy.

He didn’t type anything to me again.

But his hand shifted on his cock, his thumb rubbing back and forth across the tip.

I hadn’t been aware I was already so wrapped up until I heard a soft whimper escape me.

As quiet as it was, the tablet was close to my face, and the mic must have picked the sound up, because he let out a sound that was almost like a pained growl.

Then I watched as his hand slid into his pants, stroking himself out of sight.

Frustration spread through me as he did another stroke.

I could see the way his abdominal muscles tensed, but that wasn’t good enough. I didn’t want the fantasy. I needed the reality.

Balancing the tablet carefully on my thighs so the camera stayed on my feet, I typed out my first message to him.

I want to see.

He couldn’t see me.

He didn’t know me.

But I still felt my cheeks flame at the admission.

“You want to see?” he asked, voice deep and thick with his desire. I could feel the sound of it shivering over my heated nerve endings, making a tremble course through me.

I wasn’t going to speak

Right?

“Yes.”

It was a whisper of a sound, but he heard, because I could see him moving his cock under the material of the pants.

“Like this?” he asked as he pulled his cock out.

As long and thick as I remembered, making me press my thighs together at the immediate reaction I had to seeing him like that.

“Yes.”

A little groan escaped him as he stroked himself once.

“Are you going to touch yourself for me?” he asked, making my belly wobble.

I knew, damnit, that it wasn’t personal.

But, God, it felt personal.

I couldn’t bring myself to answer, but the second my hand pressed between my thighs, a little involuntary whimper escaped me.


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