Colt Sawyer, a young military veteran like the other MC members, is elusive and doesn’t have much to do with the women throwing themselves at him until Harley comes riding into his life on her own motorcycle. Together with his best friend and fellow MC member Ranger, Colt will do everything in his power to remind Harley what it’s like to be pleasured by a man and make her feel at home despite the reluctance of the MC.
Things take an unexpected turn when Harley’s worldly possessions are ripped away, forcing her to rethink her future. But she isn’t a pathetic princess in need of saving and is reluctant to accept help. Prison made her hard, forcing her to guard her feelings at all costs. So when dark, blue eyed Colt does inexplicable things to both her body and heart, she’s forced down a dark path of passion and desire that threatens all the safeguards she’s set in place.
“We’ll get you new clothes,” Colt growls, prying the shot glass from my hand. “Whatever you need, darlin.’ You let us know and we’ll take care of it.”
I ogle him for a long moment, wondering how he’s even sexier when I’m fueled with booze. Now that I have liquid courage, it’d be easier to finally get a taste of his splendid mouth and run my tongue all over his giant muscles.
Shaking the thoughts from my head, I release a nasally laugh. “Could you get me a new life? ‘Cause I fucked mine up. Royally.” Swiping the shot back from Colt, I slurp it down in one swallow. “More shots!” I call to the bartender, slamming the empty glass on the wooden bar top.
“No, we’re good, Christine,” Colt tells the surly, old woman behind the bar. She shakes her head and leaves us to attend to the only other patron drinking before noon.
“You’re young, Harley,” Ranger says from Colt’s other side, drinking from his glass of whiskey. “Whatever happened, you’ve got time to bounce back.”
“Bounce back?” I ask with a hiccup. “Kinda hard to bounce back without a cent to my name and a record.” I study the two hunks with the only eye that will stay open. They’re collectively so damn hot I’m ready to take them both on the bar-top. “Either of you boys have a record? And I don’t mean the kind that go round and round.”
Colt’s brows knit together. “You’ve done time?”
“Three years, just got out yesterday.” They may as well know the whole truth about me if Remmy hasn’t told them already. “It’s the reason I’m homeless and family-less and completely without anyone who could give a fuck about me.” I turn to rest my elbow on the bar, but miss and about topple off the stool while laughing my ass off. “And now I don’t even have any underwear! Can you fuckin’ believe that?”
Colt rises and hooks his arm around my waist. “Time to get you out of here.” He hoists me over his shoulder so my jean-clad ass is in the air.
“Put me the fuck down!” I yell, beating my fists against the back of his leather coat and kicking my legs through the air. “You can’t just fuckin’ man-handle people like this!”
Ignoring my best efforts, Colt laughs as he slaps a hand-full of bills on the bar. “Thanks, Christine. Ranger, let’s roll.”
“Be there in a minute, hoss,” Ranger answers, chuckling.
I fight Colt the whole way to the pickup where he dumps my ass on the seat like a sack of potatoes before sliding in next to me. When I swing my fist at him, he wrestles me down onto my back, pinning my arms at my sides with one arm braced across my body. His beautiful eyes are hard as he hovers over me, using his free hand to flip his hair behind an ear. “Stop fightin’ me darlin,’” he breaths heavily, our lips enticingly close. “You may think nobody gives a fuck, but I do and I’m here for you.”
Frozen by the enduring look he’s giving me, I become limp beneath him and inhale his enticing scent. Then the exquisite cock I got a preview of earlier stirs to life between us, locking my breath in my chest. His grip around my wrists loosens as the expression on his face morphs into something raw and primal that does unexplainable things to my insides.
Oh god. I’ve never wanted someone this way.
Just as I bite my lip with the thought of bringing my mouth up to meet his, the driver’s door creaks opens behind me. “You two need alone time?” Ranger asks, his voice wavering with amusement.
The kind of phenomenal sexy smile that could impregnate a virgin spreads across Colt’s lips and he laughs, sky-blue eyes still staring down on me. “Let’s go get this girl some new panties.”
J.A. Fredericks is a contemporary and paranormal erotica author who adores sexy stories with ghosts, vampires, tattooed bikers, and anything hot that likes to bite. Previously published several other YA paranormal novels, but ready to crank up the steam and going stealth mode under a pen name.
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