Needing Her (Savage Brothers Second Generation #6) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Savage Brothers Second Generation Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
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I worry about it the entire time I’m picking up the pizza and driving to the address that Dom sent over after our conversation. Part of me is really concerned he may be having second thoughts about the two of us having a relationship. There could be a chance that Gabby has come back. There’s an even bigger chance that his parents convinced him to end things with me.

Suffice it to say, by the time I pull into the drive of a pretty little white house trimmed in red, my nerves are completely shot. The only thing in the drive is Dom’s bike. I park beside it and grab the pizza. It’s a cute place. It’s an old farmhouse style home and you can tell it’s been painted recently. There’s a red tin roof and the shutters are also red. The porch is big and runs along the front and right side of the house, and there’s an inviting swing in the corner where the two sides of the house meet. The steps are red brick and come out wide enough that three people could probably go up them at once. I make it to the door, and it opens before I even get a chance to knock. Dom is standing there. He grabs the pizza and my hand at the same time.

“Hi—”

I barely get one word out before he’s literally pulling me through the door. I almost stumble crossing the doorway. I hear the door slam behind me. The pizza is thrust down on a table close to the door. Then, I instantly feel arms around me. Dom’s face presses in against my neck and he holds me close. His body is vibrating with stress or anger—maybe both. I look up at him, confused as hell. Dom’s eyes are swirling with emotion. He groans, and it sounds painful.

“What’s going on, Dom?” I ask, taking my hand and caressing the side of his face.

“It’s just a bad day. It will be better now that you’re here,” he says. His words are spoken with authority, but he looks lost. It hurts me to see him like that.

“Are you going to tell me?”

“Yeah. I will, I promise. Just give me a day to process everything, okay?”

“Whatever you need,” I murmur. I’m worried to death, but he’s obviously struggling. I want to do whatever I can to help him. “Tell me what I can do to make you feel better?”

His smirk—that I swear he should trademark—appears on his face in an instant. It doesn’t exactly reach his eyes, but it’s a start, I suppose.

“One answer immediately comes to mind, but I think I should feed you first,” he mutters, making me smile.

“I am hungry,” I admit.

“Then let’s go into the kitchen and grab something to drink,” he says, picking up the pizza and juggling it with one hand, while putting the other on the small of my back.

“Is this Killer’s place?” I ask, as I open the pizza and put a couple of pieces each on two paper plates.

“Why would you think that?” Dom asks putting a soda beside my plate and twisting the top off the beer for himself.

“I just assumed. Although, I will say this place looks nothing like I imagined Killer living in.”

“Killer only has a room at the club,” Dom responds, sounding subdued.

“Then whose place is this?” I ask.

“Mine. I rented it today. It came furnished. I bought some sheets for our bed and a few groceries. You’ll have to work your magic on it to make it more livable.”

“Um… what?”

“Gorgeous, I don’t want you worrying that Breaker will hear us when we make love. I want your mind to be completely on me. You didn’t like the hotel room and even I know that’s not a good place for long term. So, I went out and found a place I thought you’d agree with. It’s not far from the college. It’s within an easy distance to go to any of the places we like to eat. It works. I paid six months in advance, but if you don’t like it, we can look for something else. In the meantime, it will work. We can go over to Breaker’s tomorrow for your stuff, then go shopping for what we need here.”

“You don’t have anything to do at the club?”

“Nope. I’m free to spend the day with you and I have to tell you that’s the one thing I want to do above anything else.”

“Well, now I am too.”

He smiles at me and takes another bite. I do the same and we eat together in a comfortable silence for a bit. My mind is swirling with all the new information and yet, at the same time, I’m also stuck on how he said we made love. It’s a silly romantic thing to get stuck on, but I can’t help it. It makes me feel warm inside. Heck, it makes me feel cared for.


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