The day Harley Sonnick is released from a three year prison sentence for a crime she didnât willingly commit, she returns to the only family she has leftâthe Inferno Glory MC. But the clubâs president isnât ready to forgive her for past sins and turns her away, forcing her to trust in a new club member whoâs arguably the sexiest man sheâs ever laid eyes on.
Colt Sawyer, a young military veteran like the other MC members, is elusive and doesnât 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 itâs 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 Harleyâs worldly possessions are ripped away, forcing her to rethink her future. But she isnât 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, sheâs forced down a dark path of passion and desire that threatens all the safeguards sheâs set in place.
Fourth shot of Jack held in the air, I salute the guys. The brown liquid sloshes over the side. âI hope you boys like what Iâm wearing because Iâll be wearing it for a looong fucking time. Iâm brokety-broke.â
âWeâll get you new clothes,â Colt growls, prying the shot glass from my hand. âWhatever you need, darlin.â You let us know and weâll take care of it.â
I ogle him for a long moment, wondering how heâs even sexier when Iâm fueled with booze. Now that I have liquid courage, itâd 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. âCould you get me a new life? âCause I fucked mine up. Royally.â Swiping the shot back from Colt, I slurp it down in one swallow. âMore shots!â I call to the bartender, slamming the empty glass on the wooden bar top.
âNo, weâre good, Christine,â 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.
âYouâre young, Harley,â Ranger says from Coltâs other side, drinking from his glass of whiskey. âWhatever happened, youâve got time to bounce back.â
âBounce back?â I ask with a hiccup. âKinda hard to bounce back without a cent to my name and a record.â I study the two hunks with the only eye that will stay open. Theyâre collectively so damn hot Iâm ready to take them both on the bar-top. âEither of you boys have a record? And I donât mean the kind that go round and round.â
Coltâs brows knit together. âYouâve done time?â
âThree years, just got out yesterday.â They may as well know the whole truth about me if Remmy hasnât told them already. âItâs the reason Iâm homeless and family-less and completely without anyone who could give a fuck about me.â I turn to rest my elbow on the bar, but miss and about topple off the stool while laughing my ass off. âAnd now I donât even have any underwear! Can you fuckinâ believe that?â
Colt rises and hooks his arm around my waist. âTime to get you out of here.â He hoists me over his shoulder so my jean-clad ass is in the air.
âPut me the fuckdown!â I yell, beating my fists against the back of his leather coat and kicking my legs through the air. âYou canât just fuckinâ man-handle people like this!â
Ignoring my best efforts, Colt laughs as he slaps a hand-full of bills on the bar. âThanks, Christine. Ranger, letâs roll.â
âBe there in a minute, hoss,â 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. âStop fightinâ me darlin,ââ he breaths heavily, our lips enticingly close. âYou may think nobody gives a fuck, but I doand Iâm here for you.â
Frozen by the enduring look heâs 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. Iâve never wanted someone this way.
Just as I bite my lip with the thought of bringing my mouth up to meet his, the driverâs door creaks opens behind me. âYou two need alone time?â Ranger asks, his voice wavering with amusement.
The kind of phenomenal sexy smile that could impregnate a virgin spreads across Coltâs lips and he laughs, sky-blue eyes still staring down on me. âLetâs go get this girl some new panties.â
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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