BULLSEYE (RUTHLESS KINGS MC™ LAS VEGAS CHAPTER (A RUTHLESS UNDERWORLD NOVEL) Book 12) by K.L. Savage

Author:K.L. Savage [Savage, K.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Ruthless Kings MC Book Twelve
Publisher: Ruthless Underworld LLC
Published: 2021-05-27T16:00:00+00:00

It’s been a few hours since I’ve seen Bullseye. Juliette said he went to therapy, which only made me more curious about the man who likes to hide away. I know everyone has their problems. I know it isn’t every day someone can try and talk about what’s eating away at their soul, but I find a huge amount of respect for them when they do.

Solving problems isn’t easy, especially when they are your own.

While I’m waiting, I’m getting a little bored sitting in his room. I want to snoop, but he doesn’t have much to go through by the looks of things.

Fuck it. I’m going to do it anyway. I roll off the king-sized bed and open the nightstand. There’s your typical stuff: lube and condoms.

Magnum.

My cheeks heat when I think of why he must have that size. I clear my throat and slam the drawer closed, then fan my face when an image of us rolling around in his bed comes to mind. “Get a grip, Ruby. He might not even want you after you admit the Moretti thing,” I say to myself, opening the closet next.

Just shirts, and at the bottom, there are a few different pairs of boots. One pair is filthy. Another the leather is cracked, and the last pair is shining as if they are brand new. Those must be his ‘going out’ boots.

A wave of jealously slams into me when I think about him going out and meeting other women. Of course, he does. It’s Bullseye. He’s fucking gorgeous. He probably has three women at a time.

And I want to kill all those bitches.

I don’t care how long it takes or what I have to do to secure Bullseye, but he’s mine.

Only mine.

I slam the closet door closed a little too hard, upset that Bullseye seems to have just been dropped here from out of nowhere. How does he not have pictures? Albums? A history? Everyone’s room has a little history.

Where is his?

I tiptoe to the dresser. Pause. I cut a glance back to the door as if I’m about to get caught, but nothing’s there. After a minute, I continue. I open one drawer and roll my eyes.

Socks.

All mismatched.

“Of course,” I mumble.

I close that drawer and open the next.

Oh. Underwear.

Sexy underwear. None of that saggy Fruit of the Loom shit, but Grade-A nut hugging undies. I hold one up, and it feels like spandex. It has to be some type of stretchy material. Damn, I bet he looks so good in these as they cling to every curve.

Imagining them stretched over his tree trunk thighs, suctioning over his cock, and pulled taut over his plump ass like a second skin.

“God bless the woman who made this man,” I say silently to God, or whoever’s idea it was to make such a fine specimen.

I keep the drawer open because I’m nowhere near done with it. I want to see what else he has in the goody forbidden drawer. “I’ll be back,” I whisper to the sexy spandex briefs.

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