PRIDE: A Bad Boy and Amish Girl Romance (The Brody Bunch#1) by Sienna Valentine Read Free Book Online

pink nipples no other man had ever touched. She’d shiver and shake every time I touched her, but especially when I ran my coarse fingertips along her hips in the most intimate of ways.
    I’d start by eating her pussy, ruining it for any other man who might come after. I’d show her what it was like to come, to lose control and surrender to utter bliss. I’d give her that rapture as many times as it took to have her wailing for me, begging for me to pop her tight cherry and make her mine…
    Shit. I had to stop or this hard-on was definitely not going away.
    I turned my radio on and cranked up some good old Creedence Clearwater Revival— Fortunate Son. I was feeling goddamn lucky today, after all, and it seemed like a fine choice. On my left, Ash passed me on his motorcycle and I revved my engine in reply, drifting just a little too close for comfort right before he shot out ahead of me. He lifted his middle finger and switched into my lane. Asshole.
    Whatever. He was just pissed that I’d had the idea on where to take the girls. Hannah wouldn’t be impressed with that shit. She’d be too busy babysitting her sisters all night to give a fuck about what Ash was trying to do, anyway. Wyatt might benefit a little, but he was awful with girls, and especially terrible when it came to crowds. Boy had a temper on him, and when guys get drunk and start stumbling into each other, it’s always the hothead who starts the brawl.
    Speaking of Wyatt, he was in my rearview mirror, rumbling down the stretch of road behind us in his dark blue pickup truck. I snorted. The one thing I might ever agree with Wyatt on is that he got cheated out of a sweet ride. Ash had gotten our dad’s bike and I’d managed to salvage one of his cars, but Wyatt? He’d had to work three jobs during the summer to afford that piece of shit clunker. He was just lucky Beth was used to riding in a buggy. Hell, there was a chance the buggy smelled better.
    We came off the highway in a caravan and took the exit into Hannah’s part of town. It was one of those zones that sat right in the middle of good and bad. It was obviously low-income, judging by the condition of the other houses and buildings, as well as by the fact Hannah was just a bartender, but it hadn’t completely gone to shit, either. Next to her apartment building was a small park and outdoor recreation area, and I saw a few kids playing on the jungle gym while their parents cooked hot dogs on one of the little grills. It was enough to make me feel safe parking my car for a few minutes while we all went up to Hannah’s door.
    Ash was swinging his leg off his bike when I pulled up and parked next to him. He took off his helmet and tousled his hair, smoothing it into place with his fingers, and I jabbed at him through my half-open window: “You actually think that’s gonna make it better? You can’t fix ugly, Ash.”
    “Don’t be mad just ‘cause your date doesn’t like you,” he shot back—weak, but it still grated on my nerves. “I was watching you two at the bar. Shit, you might as well have been pulling teeth. Dunno how well this night’s gonna go for you.”
    “A hell of a lot better than yours,” I said, rolling my window up and getting out of my car. “Hannah didn’t look too thrilled with you, either. Like she’d rather be serving anyone else a drink but you. How many times did she actually look at you last night—three? Four?”
    “Hurtful, Reid,” Ash said, splaying one of his hands across his chest. “So hurtful. And here I was, just trying to look out for you. Coming at you from a place of concern. ”
    “You’re full of shit,” I told him, but I laughed. There was no use really getting into it, especially not here. Not when we all had more important things to do.
    “I dunno what you two are so worried about,” Wyatt said, sliding between us on his way to the door. Little shit had parked and gotten the drop on us somehow while we were arguing. “Beth likes me