Exquisite Redemption (Iron Horse MC Book 3) by Ann Mayburn Read Free Book Online Page A

edgy. When I returned my gaze from her amazing tits, again, to her eyes, I found her smirking at me.
    Playtime was over.
    Staring her down, studying each nuance of her expression in the flickering light of the fire, I leaned closer, liking how her breath caught. “Why don’t you ask me what you really want to know?”
    “And what, exactly, do I really want to know?”
    I’m sure she meant those words to come out snarky, but instead they came out all husky with arousal. “You want to know what it’s gonna be like to fuck me.”
    Her long lashes fluttered and she pursed her lips, obviously trying to decide if she should be offended. “What makes you think I want to fuck you?”
    “Right now, your nipples are poking out of your shirt, beggin’ me to suck on them. Your pulse is bangin’ in your neck and your pupils have almost swallowed the beautiful blue of your eyes.” Leaning forward, I took an audible sniff, my hands instinctively clenching on her firm thighs. “And I can smell your pussy. Bet if I touched it you’d be wet for me, your clit nice and swollen. I’m gonna make you come until you pass out in my arms, then I’m gonna fuck you in your dreams.”
    She licked her lower lip and I was dying to taste that plump flesh myself. Without a doubt, she had the most perfect dick-sucking lips I’d ever seen. The more I studied her, the more obsessed I became with her, until I could have been in the middle of Niagara Falls, ’bout to go over the side and plunge to my death, but I still wouldn’t have looked away from her until the Grim Reaper took me.
    Her fingertips rested against my thighs and I swore I could feel the heat burning through the thick denim of my jeans. “A lot of guys say they can go the distance, but few can. What makes you think you can even make me orgasm once?”
    The gleam of mischief shone in her gaze and I liked the sparkle it put there. No fucking way did she not feel this insane connection between us. Besides, if there was one thing I was confident about, it was my ability to please women. “I make pretty little girls like you beg for mercy, make them please their Papi before I give them my dick.”
    “ Papi ?”
    “Love it when you call me that.”
    “ Papi ?” Her eyes widened. “You mean like you enjoy women calling you essentially Daddy in Spanish?”
    “Yep. Nothin’ too crazy, I just like to take care of my woman.” Well, actually, with sweet butts I didn’t give a fuck, but with the rare woman I’d dated, it was different. Sarah was different. “It satisfies me to know my baby girl is taken care of, that she lives an easy life.”
    She jerked her head back and frowned. “Are you into age play?”
    “What?”
    “You like me to call you Papi , and you sure call me baby a whole lot, you’re not into that absolutely wrong and foul incest play?”
    “No.” My gut clenched at the very idea. “Fuck no. It’s a cultural difference, the slang meanin’ way different from the direct translation. Like when I call you baby it’s not ‘cause I think you’re a baby, not with those tits-”
    Giving my arm a soft smack, while laughing, she said, “Hey now!”
    “Just trust me, I am more than aware you are a woman.”
    She stroked my shoulders with a gentle touch. “Sorry, didn’t mean to offend you. I’ve run into some guys with some super-weird fetishes and I just wanted to make sure. I have an identical twin sister and some men have a sick thing about it. Fucking nasty and it pisses me off. Especially when it happens to her. My sister is the sweetest, nicest, kindest, most naive woman in the world. To hear someone talk to her like that is offensive. I’ve kicked more than one guy’s ass because of it and let me tell you, I bet they’re too scared to even think about us when they jerk off anymore.”
    It took some effort, but I managed to keep the laughter off my face as she scowled at me, so fucking cute. “I don’t blame you. I don’t have any brothers or