Demons (Georgia Smoke #5) Read Online Abbi Glines

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Forbidden, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Georgia Smoke Series by Abbi Glines
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
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“Yes,” I replied. “He is incredible.”

“He is something else,” he agreed. “Thatcher hasn’t even let Christopher on him yet. He’s been handling all his exercising.”

I hadn’t realized that. My chest loosened up, and unable to help myself, I glanced back, but Thatcher and the blonde were both gone. Why had he let me ride him if he wasn’t letting their best exercise rider ride him? Because I was the jockey—that was why. I was trying to read more into it because I was pathetic.

“Morning,” Miller called out as we approached. “Glad you’re here early, Capri. After Christopher takes him around a few times, I want you to open him up.”

Miller seemed friendlier than he’d been this week.

“Okay,” I agreed. That was what I’d been planning on.

Sebastian patted Bloodline as he unhooked his lead, then stepped back beside me. “Let’s see what he can do.”

After getting clean, I’d stayed under the hard spray of water in my shower until it turned cold.

Esther had texted me three times and called once, trying to get me to go on a double date. Although it wasn’t with Haines but some guy from Jaiden’s work, I had said no. She didn’t understand my need to prepare this week. Workouts, eating lean, and sleep. Dating wasn’t on the agenda.

I slipped on some panties and then continued to towel-dry my hair before walking into the living room. It had been a hot one today, and my air conditioner was struggling to cool down my house. Good thing about living alone, I could walk around naked or just in my panties when I wanted to. I went through the living room and into the kitchen to get my water bottle off the counter and drink some more. My eyes went to the window while I drank my water. The darkness had settled over the backyard, and the view unsettled me since the night I’d thought I’d seen a shadow out there. Refusing to let my fear take control again, I turned and went back to the bedroom and slipped on a tank top before going to the sofa and sitting down.

I had more studying to do. I turned on the television to watch some more of the races I’d found on YouTube.

My gaze swung over to the window across from me. I already knew there was no one out there, yet I’d gone and put on a tank anyway. I debated on getting up and closing the curtains, but decided against it. I wasn’t going to let my thoughts even cater to my imagination because I’d get all worked up again and not sleep well. I needed sleep.

I focused on the race I had just turned on and the two jockeys who would be at the invitational with me. This was where my attention should be. Not on some phantom that didn’t exist in my backyard.

• Nine •

Whatever fucker had taught her how to do that, I was going to kill them.

Thatcher

I couldn’t decide if I was pissed off that she walked around topless with her curtains open. It wasn’t like anyone could see her unless they were in her backyard. It still annoyed me.

Her tits weren’t as small as the sports bras she wore had made them seem. In fact, they were a solid handful with pretty little pink nipples. I adjusted my cock, which had thickened at the sight of her sweet, little, naked body until the zipper was cutting into it.

The tank top she’d slipped on after looking out here wasn’t helping. At least she’d sat down. Her ass was as perfectly round and toned as it looked in jeans and riding pants. I hadn’t expected the pink lace thong when she turned around and walked away. I’d thought she would choose a comfortable, more boring pair of panties. Those didn’t check either box. She didn’t need to leave her curtains open if she was going to strut around like that.

She pulled her legs up onto the sofa and crossed them, giving me a clear view of her cunt. Fuck, I needed a smoke. But with her eyes darting this way every once in a while, I couldn’t light one up. I wasn’t leaving until she covered her ass up or turned out the lights and went to bed. She was too exposed. I was sure no one else was planning on stalking her backyard tonight, but I still couldn’t bring myself to just walk away.

From here, it looked like her pussy was bare. At least the smooth lips that the pink lace wasn’t covering completely. I wondered if she was waxed. A grin tugged at my mouth. I doubted my little doll would let someone touch her there. If she was waxed, she did it herself. The inner war inside me—that wanted to keep her pure and wholesome, but also fantasized about shoving my cock in her mouth or pulling her hair while I slammed into her from behind—was ongoing.


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