Sexy Bastards Anthology - About the Authors
Name: Lexy Timms, Sierra Rose, Bella Love-Wins, Christine Bell, Bella Wild, Dale Mayer, Lisa Ladew ,Cassie Alexandra, C.J. Pinar), C.C. Cartwright, Kendra Wild, Kylie Walker
Bio: Featuring New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Authors. 12 top selling authors bring you 12 never-before-published Hot and Steamy Romance stories
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About the Book
Book Title: Sexy Bastards Anthology
Genre: Steamy Romance (Biker and Bad Boy)
*Editor (if self published): Multiple professional editors
Date of Publication: Feb 8 (currently available for preorder)
Word Count: 175k – 225k words in total
Formats available: epub, mobi
Book Description: A Collection of Bad Boy, Biker and Alpha Romance Stories
Featuring New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Authors. 12 top selling authors bring you 12 never-before-published Hot and Steamy Romance stories.
Christine Bell - SWITCHBLADE
Michael Blade has always thought of Kaitlin Pepper as the irritatingly prissy girl next door, but when she mistakes him for his twin and shows up at his house wearing only a trench coat and a shaky smile, he starts to reconsider...
Bella Wild - BAD BOY BIKER
Jessie used to think being a parolee psychologist was her way of helping ex-cons get a second chance as they integrated back into society--until she met Jace. He's the angry, inked, biker ex-con who refuses rehabilitation and insists on getting under her skin.
Sierra Rose - FORBIDDEN
This is the fu---- up version of Romeo and Juliet MC Club style...imagine Juliet a pistol, and Romeo a sexy, bad ass with wicked tats....oh, did I mention there's lots of cursing, leather-clad bikers, motorcycles, and sex?
Lexy Timms - BILLIONAIRE BIKER
Katie's not your usual rich girl, and Morgan's not your typical biker. Falling for each other is inevitable, but what will happen when their worlds collide?
Dale Mayer - SALVATION
Beaten. Broken. Finished.
An abused wife meets the most unlikeliest of angels - a man who looks like the very devil himself. He won't let her give up. Nor will he let her go. Will he be yet another captor or will he become her salvation?
Lisa Ladew - THE BIKER'S SECRET TORMENT
He'd loved her for as long as he could remember, but he would never pursue her, because he alone knew he was responsible for the one thing she would never forgive anyone for. When she starts to pursue him though, he doesn't think he can keep his distance.
Cassie Alexandra - TAMING THE BIKER
After a short fling with hell-raising womanizer, Taylor (Tail) Adams, Lauren Macey discovers that she's pregnant with the biker's child. Knowing that the MC lifestyle isn't what she wants for their baby, and that Tail isn't exactly 'father' material, Lauren decides not to tell him. This proves challenging, especially when she realizes that he isn't ready to end their affair...
Tasha Lyons - BIKER BLUES BABY
Morgan and Jazz have dealt with most of the horrific problems that plagued their fledging relationship, at least they hope so. But just as one horrific set of troubles falls away, another interesting one comes into play. Will they survive this one too?
C.J. Pinard - ANTIHERO
Can a street punk on the wrong path be transformed into a military killing machine? Once he's been"rehabilitated", Ellis Anderson is determined to show the woman he loves that he's nothing like both the lives he's left behind. But actions speak louder than words - and he has a lot of work ahead of him.
C.C. Cartwright - JUST LOVE ME
Justin can't get Sloane out of his head. He pushes her away for being his little sister's best friend, but now that she's filled out in all the right places, will he be able to resist the innocent, yet enticing woman she has become?
Bella Love-Wins - DOG
Kane is now top dog in the Rugged Angels MC, and has slept with half the eligible biker chicks in Tucson. He meets his match when Kim, daughter of his club's former president, just won't give in to his usual tricks.
Kylie Walker - INDECENT DESIRES
District Attorney Eric Steel is used to getting his way, and when he meets the new intern hired for his team, he wants her: preferably stripped down and bound to his bed. From the moment Crystal Reid first obediently whispers "Yes, Mr. Steel," he knows she's perfect for him. He has less than 1 week to convince her...and he doesn't plan on taking no for an answer.
Kendra Wild - BADASS
The company recruited Nick Taylor from the US Army Special Forces and turned him into a mean machine. His first undercover assignment - to pursue and protect Nicole Hunt, a crucial federal witness with dark secrets.
ANTIHERO by C.J. Pinard ~Excerpt~
I answered the door to see Talia standing there in a white flowy-looking sundress and those damn cowboy boots that drove me crazy. Her hair was down, the wild curls falling around her face. As usual, she didn’t have on much makeup, but her pretty pink lips were all shiny. I felt myself stiffen in my pants.
She walked in and put her arms around me and smiled. “I’ve missed you.”
I chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “You just saw me this morning.”
“I know,” she laughed. “Are you ready?”
I nodded, patting myself down to make sure I had my keys, phone, and wallet. Check, check, check.
We walked out into the parking area, and when I saw her car parked next to mine, I said, “Your car is locked, right?”
She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Yes, dad.”
I grabbed her hand and kissed it. “Don’t sass me, or I’ll have to spank you.”
“Promise?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her pretty eyes.
We walked to the restaurant we’d agreed on earlier. It was only a few blocks from my house, and it was a nice night. She planned on staying over, so her coming to meet me here just made sense.
I held her hand as we walked, the warm night not too hot and not cold, just perfect. She told me some more about her mom and a younger brother who had received a college scholarship and was living somewhere out west to get his degree. I talked to her about my mom and stepdad and told her I wanted her to meet them one day. That made her smile. I finally opened up about my visit with Harper Mathis and the job prospects she’d given me. She looked so happy, I tried to memorize her face.
We turned around slowly when a male voice said my name with an authority I recognized. Two Tampa P.D. officers were standing there, looking stern.
The larger of the two walked over and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “Sorry, son, but you’re under arrest for the assault and battery of Justin Silver.”
“Fuck,” I muttered. I didn’t even need to ask. That pussy bitch had pressed charges.
“Oh, my God! No, please don’t,” Talia cried, seeming to know why I was being put in cuffs. “That thug attacked us first!”
The shorter of the two officers paused for a minute, but only said, “Ma’am, please step away, we have to take him in.”
Talia was crying now, dammit. The officer took mercy on her and handed her a card. “He’s being taken here. He can probably make bail, but call that number and they will let you know.”
She took the card but kept looking at me as the cops walked me to their waiting car, putting me into the backseat. I gave no resistance, as I knew they were just doing their job. I could only hope to claim self-defense. There go my chances with that job.
Fuck my life...
I turned around to see Talia standing in the street with the glare from the streetlamps illuminating the tears streaming down her cheeks. I swallowed the lump in my throat and shook my head. If that shitbag is out and I’m going to jail, I’m gonna find his ass when I make bail and he’s gonna face the wrath of LT.
The Biker's Secret Torment by Lisa Ladew
I stalked down the darkening campus sidewalk, my thoughts on overdrive. Why was it, that spending years away from him had done nothing to lessen the impact those dark eyes and that brooding smirk had on me?
I'd turned in my Human Physiology final, then nearly swallowed my tongue when I walked out of the exam room into the lobby of the building and saw him on the tiny TV in the corner. They'd only showed him from a distance, but I knew it was him. Only one member of my dad's MC wore a beanie pulled low, swaggered like that, and filled out a Mad Marauders MC cut like that. My heartbeat had tripled as I rushed to the TV and turned the sound up, my eyes plastered on the fiery Viking helmet and sword in the center patch. I clenched my teeth as I listened to the reporter's human interest bullshit. Before he disappeared into the clubhouse, I realized he wasn't limping. What in the hell did that mean?
The piece had only lasted another few seconds, but after I saw it I had run out onto campus, shaking with anger for him. They didn't use his name, but some smartass reporter had dug up his past and was now trying to use it to further her career. I wondered if she had contacted him yet. Asked him for an interview. If she had, I wondered how that fuck you had tasted to her.
I took a left between two buildings in the fading evening light, practically running towards my dorm. But when I got there, I couldn't go inside. What if Sloane was in there? I couldn't fucking deal with her right now. Her special bitch senses would start tingling the second I walked in the door and she would pounce on me, knowing I was upset. No way. I had one more final tomorrow, and then I was done with school for almost a month. When I came back I would have a new roommate. If I never talked to Sloane again, that would be fine with me, and I really couldn't deal with her now.
DOG - By Bella Love-Wins
What had happened couldn't be changed. Mom was dead, and I was there, in a random safe house that no one really lived in, with five bikers.
One of whom was irresistibly hot.
Once I'd gotten dressed in the only pair of pajamas I'd brought, I settled onto the bed and looked around the room while I dried my hair. The bedside clock said that it was nearly one in the morning. I didn't feel tired at all, my limbs instead full of a sensation that couldn't be pinpointed. Nervousness? Fear?
A soft knock on the door made me self-conscious.
“Yes?” I asked as I pulled a knitted blanket over my legs. I was wearing short shorts I'd had since freshman year in high school, and they didn't exactly cover up much anymore.
I swallowed hard. “Come in.”
He opened the door hesitantly, hanging back with his hand on the knob.
“You can come in,” I repeated. It was odd to see him waiting for my approval to do something. I'd pegged him as the kind of guy who was always working hard to show his status. Or maybe that was just the way he was in front of the other members of the club.
“I'm sorry about all of this,” he said, walking over to the bed and sitting just a foot away.
“It's not your fault.” I glanced at him and then looked away quickly. That softness in his eyes was something new. It was way too much to handle. God, he was so hot. Any time he was close to me my entire body would practically be humming. It was as though his presence alone made me come alive in a way I never had before.
What would he do if I made a move? Kane was anything but my usual type. And yet that heat couldn't be denied.
Suppose I was to have sex with him. It would only be one time. Hell, maybe it would even be good for me. It would get my mind off of the horrible circumstances of my life. Not only that, it would show Kane that I was just as capable of calling the shots as he was.
The temptation to reach over and grab his face or his crotch were still building up when he turned to me.
“Your dad just wants to protect you.”
I sighed. This was so not the conversation I'd been looking for. “He's done a shitty job of it so far. Just ask my mother.”
Surprisingly, Kane pursed his lips and nodded. “That's a legit way to feel.”
I crossed my arms, suddenly no longer in the mood to make a move on him. “What's going to happen next?”
“We'll keep moving you around. Make sure we don't stay in one place for too long.”
“Until this thing with the Arroyos Bandidos is settled.”
“I have school,” I spat.
“Doesn't your survival come first? You can't go to school if you're dead.”
I bit my lip. Damn him. Damn him and those smoking eyes. Damn him and that rough stubble, that square jaw, those hard biceps popping out from underneath the hems of his shirt.
Before I knew it my hand was on his shoulder. He didn't move, just looked at me, his gaze boring a hole into my face. Eager to act before I chickened out, I leaned forward and brushed my lips softly against his. He opened his mouth in a welcome as I kissed harder, tasting the salt and reveling in the softness of his tongue when it slipped out between his lips.
I shifted my weight, letting the blanket drop to the floor. Finally having decided to just go for it, I raised up onto my knees. He responded by grasping my waist and swinging me around to straddle his lap, never breaking the contact of our lips for an instant.
His hands trailed up to the back of my head, winding their way through my damp hair. When I turned my face to the side to get at a better angle for kissing I pushed my weight forward, pressing my crotch against his. A deep growl that seemed to come up from the very earth traveled through Kane's body and escaped his mouth only to make my own lips hum with the reverberations.
I broke off the kiss with a heavy gasp, keeping my face still close to his.
“This is just sex,” I whispered.
Taming The Biker by Cassie Alexandra.
It was the sound of my cell phone buzzing that woke me from a dead sleep. Groaning from the sharp pain in my temples, I opened one eye and reached clumsily for the phone. As I did, an arm encircled my waist and pulled me backwards into warm, solid maleness.
Shocked, I stiffened up. Who in the hell is that?!
“Relax,” murmured a gravelly voice against my neck. His mouth moved up and he nipped my earlobe with his teeth, making me shiver. “Whoever it is can wait, but as you can probably tell… I can’t.”
My eyes wide open now, they darted around the darkness. I was definitely in my hotel room, which brought me no relief. I couldn’t just slip away.
He pressed his hips against my bottom and there was no mistaking the raging hard-on rubbing against my cheeks. “I need to be inside you, babe. You feel me?”
“Yeah,” I squeaked. I definitely felt him.
Rough fingers reached up and grabbed my breast. He tugged on my nipple. “God, you’re sexy,” he murmured.
I can’t do this, I thought, my cheeks burning in shame. I didn’t do one-night stands. Not ever. But, last night had been my sister’s wedding and obviously, I’d had far too much to drink.
Taking a deep breath, I pried the man’s fingers from my breast, and scooted out of his reach, pulling one of the blankets with me.
“Hey, where you going?” he asked, trying to reach for me again.
Covering myself, I quickly stood up and turned on the lamp. When I finally got a good look at the muscular, tattooed man lounging in my bed, I groaned at my own stupidity. In the back of my mind, I knew it was him. I just didn’t want to believe it.
I sighed. “Taylor.”
He rubbed the side of his cheek. “You look surprised.”
“Do I?” I mumbled, frustrated. I wasn’t sure which made me angrier – the fact that I’d had sex with him, or the fact that I couldn’t remember any of it.
Taylor patted the bed. “Why don’t you get back into bed?”
He tilted his head to the side. “Why not?”
“I just… can’t.”
With a hard, feral grin, he shoved the blanket away from his hips, exposing his impressive hard-on. “You sure you don’t want to try?”
Seeing such a masculine, ripped body naked and fully cocked, my womanhood spasmed with desire. “You’re… not making this easy,” I admitted.
Taylor rolled over onto his back. “Good. Now, get on, Lauren. You know you want to. I see it in your eyes,” he said huskily.
At a loss for words, I was unable to look away from his perfectly, chiseled body. He was certainly a beautiful specimen and any fantasy that I might have ever had about Taylor Adams couldn’t possibly measure up to the real deal.
He reached over and grabbed a condom that was sitting on the nightstand. “If you want, we can use one of these, this time.”
Shocked, I pried my eyes away from his hips. “We didn’t use a condom?”
His eyes narrowed. “You said you were on the pill.”
Forbidden by Sierra Rose Excerpt.
“I can’t stop thinking about her,” I said.
“She’s off limits. You know that. Her old man will shoot you dead. So stay the fuck away from that broad!”
“But I love a challenge…The more I can’t have her, the more I want her.”
“C’mon, man. She’s forbidden fruit.”
“I want to snatch that fruit off that tree…and just take one taste.”
“Look what happened to Eve,” he said. “Except she’ll make out better than you will. Because you’ll be dead when her dad catches you sniffing around his precious princess. You can’t pursue a doomed romance.”
“Is there such a thing as forbidden soul mates?”
“That girl will rip your soul in half.”
He sipped his beer. “There’s never a dull moment with Selene.”
“No, there’s not.”
“But seriously? Is she worth dying for? You need to ask yourself that question.”
“I’ve asked myself that question a million times. And it’s why I stay away.”
“Then keep doing what you’re doing. Because it’s good for your health. And why do you want to get involved with a crazy girl, anyway? She pushes the limits and constantly rides the edge.”
“And she does it fearlessly. That’s what I love about her. She’s not like any other girl I’ve ever met. She’s got spunk. She’s smart, spontaneous, a thrill-seeker, a risk-taker, and she loads of fun. Did I mention the fact she drives me absolutely insane? And her smile… There is nothing sexier to me than a woman’s smile.”
“I think it’s the thrill of the hunt. Men are aggressive by nature, and once we devour our prey, we’re off on the next hunt.”
“It’s more than that. She challenges me…inspires me like no other girl.”
“She’s toxic,” he said.
He threw his arms up in the air. “Okay, I give up. I think you’ve lost your mind because all you think of is the crazy sex you’ll get.”
“Crazy in the best way possible. But she’s not a whore. Crazy, yes. Loose? No. She doesn’t sleep around. She’s just wild and carefree.”
He nodded. “Selene’s like a wild horse that can’t be broken.”
“I’ll break her. You can count on that.”
“You tame her? Good luck. Besides, the wild ones are rarely relationship material anyway.”
“Who says I’m looking for a relationship?”
Lexy Timms Billionaire Biker
Tall, lean and curved in all the right places. Her breasts were on full display in a crisp red top that contrasted perfectly with her wide-legged white slacks. Her blondish-brown hair had been twisted into a perfect fishtail braid and the expensive, oversized sunglasses on her face hid her eyes but not her straight nose or full, lush mouth.
She was definitely in the wrong place. Morgan had seen her type before, curious rich girls from the other side of town slumming it up in the biker bar, grabbing their chests in excitement as they eagerly stepped in the door, blinking from the strong sunlight outside.
None of them ever dared to cross that threshold during the night hours, they came in the day—usually with one or two of their friends, all of them giggling madly at their own daring. Morgan tossed back a shot and watched her. He wasn’t the only one. Heads turned all over the place.
During the day the crowd was not so much biker as it was folks who just liked to ride. There was a definitive difference. Most of the people seated at the tables or who bellied up to the bar didn’t wear a patch, and if they did, those colors belonged to small obscure clubs, little vanity clubs made up of rich guys who wanted to be bikers on the weekends, and hedge managers during the week. The woman strolling across the floor fit in with them, for all he knew she was there to meet one of them.
Her perfume hit his nose. It was spicy and rich, and her ass was on full display as she leaned across the bar, causing those pants to pull taut across the pert slopes of her bottom. His eyes went right to those firm, uplifted cheeks.
Her voice, a sweet and slightly husky thing, filtered through the air as she said, “I’d like Maker’s Mark and a twist of lemon. Just a twist, not a huge wedge please.”
Jack, the burly bartender, gave her a filthy look and stalked off. Her red-hued nails tapped the bar. Morgan shook his head and took another sip of his drink. He had more important things to think about than this woman, but he couldn’t seem to get his mind off her, or his eyes either.
“He’s probably going to give me the whole damn lemon.”
There was amusement in her voice. Her fingers lay on the bar and he stared down at them before saying, “You’ll be lucky if he only gives you one.”
“Damn! Hoisted by my own petard. Or pickiness. Whichever suits the current situation.”
He chuckled, surprised by her wit. She whipped the glasses off to reveal a set of baby-blue eyes surrounded by a thick fringe of black lashes. He looked away. He had to keep his mind focused. Dealing with Craig was always tricky, dealing with Craig when he’d pulled some dumb-fuck move that could get the whole club in trouble was worse. The last thing he needed was to be distracted.
But what a freakin’ beautiful disaster of a distraction.
Jack came back and plunked a heavy tumbler filled with two fingers of whiskey onto the counter. He held the lemon half up in the air and gave it a hard twist. Morgan winced as a long squirt of lemon juice filled the glass, causing the lovely amber whiskey to turn cloudy.
Jack said, “With a twist, just like you ordered.”
Her hand shot out. She picked up the glass and turned it up, drinking down the vile-looking concoction. She set the glass down and gave Jack a creamy smile. “Perfect. Thanks. How much?”
She had guts. Morgan admired that and he saw the unwilling grin tugging at Jack’s lips. Morgan leaned in. “I got it.”
Jack nodded and walked away.
Her head turned. “Thanks but that’s not necessary.”
A closer look revealed her youth. Early twenties. Morgan grinned and shook his head. “I can’t believe you drank that.”
Her smile widened, revealing square white teeth. “I won’t believe it either later, I’m sure.”
He laughed, he couldn’t help it. He also couldn’t help asking, “No offense but what brought you in here, to the Orphan Pint bar?”
She sighed. “I’m escaping my boss.”
She checked her watch and rolled her eyes. “I should probably get back.”
“Or quit your job.”
“Wouldn’t that be nice? Just chuck it all and walk away.”
“It is.” His eyes met hers. “What do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Her teeth went to her bottom lip. “I’m an assistant.”
“Like a personal assistant?”
“Yes.” She thought for a moment and added, “For the Wilkes family.”
Just Love Me – By C.C. Cartwright
I’m enjoying a day at the beach and my sister Kylie shows up with her little posse of girlfriends. None of them are much to look at, except for one, and she looks vaguely familiar.
I admire her from a distance for a good part of the day. As I play volleyball with my buddies, she comes and watches. Of course I put on a show for her. You see, I’m Gods gift to women. I have a hard, lean body, which I work hard at maintaining, and the chicks dig it. I see Kylie’s sexy friend looking in my direction.
We take a break and decide to go and cool off in the waves. While my buddies and I are body surfing, I see Kylie’s enticing friend standing at the water’s edge in her teeny weeny bikini. I decide to venture onto shore and approach her as I walk out of the water.
“Hi Justin, don’t you remember me?” I hear a very feminine voice greet me as I walk up to her.
“Wait a minute, is that you, Sloane?” I finally realize who she is.
“Yes, don’t you recognize me?” She shoves me teasingly with her soft hands, making the skin on my wet chest sizzle.
“You’ve grown up,” I say, making no bones about eyeing her from head to toe and she actually blushes.
“So I’ve been told,” she says.
“How long has it been since I’ve laid eyes on you?” I eye her again.
“Too long,” she says in her seductive voice.
“What are you up to now?”
“I’m in my last year at Pepperdine,” she replies. So she is still local for me and my ears perk up, as well as other parts of my body.
“How about you?”
“I live and work in LA now,” I reply.
“Oh, that’s right, Kylie told me.”
The amount of sex appeal she packs in that petite frame of hers would have a guy hard in seconds. I’m already dying to get in between those long, sexy legs of hers. I can tell she knows it by the way she moves and tilts her head and pierces me with those sultry, exotic eyes of hers. The way her lips move leave me fantasizing about having them wrapped around me.
Her voice is the perfect combination of deep and throaty, yet it has a flirtatious lilt to it. Seriously, she could bottle it and sell it like an expensive perfume.
From eyeing her in her tiny bikini, which leaves little to the imagination, I peg her measurements to be 34-24-34 of pure perfection. She’s probably a C cup, a large handful, which looks even larger on her svelte body. She catches me eyeing her like a dog does with a bone. Yes, I want to consume her. But I have to approach this one just right. She definitely gets her share of attention and can pick and choose who she lets into her bed, would be my guess.
Judging by the way she sways those curvaceous hips of hers, she ain’t a virgin. She has probably heard every line that a guy on the make can throw her way. I need to think of my approach, although I have never had a problem getting what I want from the female persuasion. Girls flock to me and my rock hard body that I keep up by hitting the gym several times a week.
On top of her enticing physical attributes, she is articulate and smart. I find this to add to her appeal, not take away from it. I’m not like most guys, I need a girl who is smart and will challenge me to hold my interest. She tells me she’s still in school, studying business law at Pepperdine.
I myself just graduated. Set myself in a cool bachelor pad overlooking the city in one of those high-rise condos in Downtown LA. I just started working at Goldman Sachs as an up-and-coming Investment Banker.
As our beach party winds down, I manage to score Sloane’s number and a date with her for next Saturday night. I'll be counting the days until I can get my hands on that sinful body of hers.
Badass - Kendra Wild
“Another drink?” Nick asked.
“Sure,” Nicole told him. After the next drink, she wandered off to the restroom. She couldn’t get him out of her head. She felt a strange connection with the ex-Special Forces bodyguard she’d just met before the flight. It was rare for her to meet someone and feel comfortable with them so quickly, but there was something about him, something strangely familiar that made her feel safe at a time she should have been scared out of her mind. She knew that once they landed at JFK, they would go their separate ways, and she’d probably never see him again. That made their connection even more intriguing.
So many things a girl can do with a man she won’t ever see again…
When Nicole got back to her seat, she leaned over and whispered to him. He leaned into her a little so he could hear. “You know what I’ve never done?” she asked.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“I’m still not a member of the Mile High Club.” She couldn’t believe she actually admitted that to a complete stranger. It had to be the alcohol.
Nick sat up and looked at her with one eyebrow cocked. “Are you serious?”
“Yes. How about you?”
“Me? I’m a card-carrying platinum member,” he said with gravelly laugh. “So how come you’ve never done it on a plane?”
“I never had the nerve to try. I’ve actually always worried about being caught.”
Nick chuckled. “Don’t worry. They don’t make you parachute out afterward or anything like that,” he assured her. He looked her up and down, and playfully added, “Tell you what. I’d be happy to help you get initiated if you’d like.”
“Now, are you serious?” she asked, giggling that she was seriously considering having sex with this guy she met less than an hour ago. And in the airplane restroom, no less.
“Yes I am.” He said it like he’d done it a hundred times. “I’ll help you out. Give me a minute, then come back there and join me. It’ll look too suspicious if we walk back there together.”
He stood up and walked down the aisle to the restroom. Nicole watched his broad, firm body work its way through the cabin. Broad shoulders, fit back, strong arms, and tight ass. She imagined holding on to those buns of steel while he gave it to her in the bathroom. She couldn’t believe it was about to happen, but she was so ready. She was wet just thinking about it.
Her anticipation grew while she waited for him to get to the back of the plane. It took what felt like forever as she waited for him to give her a signal to let her know when to come back there. It was unfair, she thought. Maybe she should have gone back there first. That way she wouldn’t be drawing too much attention to herself by staring back through the aisle every few seconds.
Then, she saw it. The door opened slightly. That must have been the signal.
Bad Boy Biker - Bella Wild
“You’re not just another ex-con biker thug,” Jessie continued. "You’re different. There’s something about you,” she said.
Jace laughed. “Maybe it’s the wine.”
Jessie looked at her glass, which was empty again, and agreed. “Maybe you’re right. It’s definitely got me feeling a little more open. I should probably get going before I have too much.”
“So early? We were just starting to actually talk,” Jace protested. He was not ready to let her walk out that door, not now that he finally got her guard down.
“I think I should,” Jessie told him, getting up from the table. “I’ll make a deal with you. If you sign that paper and drop it by my office, I’ll consider another date sometime.”
Jace got the feeling she would anyway, even if he didn’t sign the request to be reassigned to another therapist.
“That’s tempting.” He stood up to walk her to the door. “I’ll think about it. Are you okay to drive?”
“I’ll walk. I don’t live far from here.”
He stretched his arm across the doorway. “I can’t let you do that. This is downtown Phoenix. It ain’t safe this time of night.”
Jessie looked up at him and slowly ran her fingers across his outstretched arm, letting them come to rest at his shoulder blade. “I walk at night all the time. Don’t worry so much.”
“You’re in no condition to be out alone tonight.”
They stood face-to-face in the doorway now. Even in heels, Jessie was still a lot shorter than Jace.
“You’re not who I thought you were at all, Jace Roma. I had you pegged for this bad-boy, womanizing, tough-guy biker, but you’re not, are you? You’re gentle and warm.”
“Maybe.” Jace laughed.
“You have this rough and tough exterior so that no one will see that kind, caring person underneath, but when you let people in, it’s clear you’re a decent man, Jace Roma.”
“If you’re going to analyze me, maybe I should take the couch,” he said.
“How about your bed?” Jessie asked as she threw her arms around him and leaned into him.
He looked down into her eyes and smiled. “Are you sure it’s not the wine talking?”
“What if it is? I’m not unconscious, so it's me, not the alcohol. I think this time I can get what I want for a change.”
Jace was not going to let the moment pass. His lips eagerly moved to hers. Jace wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. He could feel the longing in her body. She pressed hard against him. Her desire was so fierce he felt it spreading to him, too, and it wasn’t just the wine. Jessie finally pulled all that sexual tension from their sessions right up to the surface.
Her lips tasted of red wine and long, lonely nights. She felt like raw passion. She had been wanting him for a long time. He could feel that as she pressed her hips against him. All that need wrapped up in her tight little body, coiled up in her toned muscles and held in place by her pants suit. And now, he was the right someone she needed to let that wild desire run free.
Kylie Walker: Indecent Desires Excerpt
Crystal and Joe followed Tanya around the two story building as she hastily pointed out each office, elevators, restrooms, and conference rooms. It was a busy place and everyone seemed to be rushing in or out of somewhere. There were a lot of cops around, both in uniforms and in suits and ties with their gold shields attached at their waists. Crystal was happy that the offices all seemed to have names on them because the huge cement building was shaped like a horseshoe and one office looked almost the same as the next. She showed them where the law library was and informed them that a lot of their work would be done from there, researching case law for John. She took them into the kitchenette area and introduced them to several paralegals who were there having their breakfast. She pointed out the executive dining area and Eric Steel’s suite of offices. She looked directly at Crystal as she said, “Stay away from him. You’ll have no need to be down here.”
Even knowing Eric Steel’s reputation, the way that Tanya said it was slightly offensive to Crystal. She shook it off however by the time Tanya led them back towards John’s side of the building. They stopped in front of a small office that said, “Intern” on the door. It was two doors down from John’s office.
“Joe, this will be yours. It should be stocked with everything you’ll need and I left some casefiles on the desk with notes on them. Most of it is research like we talked about earlier in the library. When you finish with it, bring the files back up to me, my office is the one just outside John’s door.”
“Thanks,” Joe said. He pushed open the door and Crystal looked inside. There was a small window along the back wall that had thick, frosted glass in it. The desk was dark oak and looked well used and there was a black leather chair behind it. The computer, printer and fax machine also all looked used and possibly even out of date. In the center of the desk was a small stack of files. Joe grinned at her and went in and took a seat behind the desk. Crystal suppressed a smile as she thought about her friend Debbie. The difference in pay and benefits was one of the reasons Debbie told her she wanted to be a defense attorney rather than a prosecutor. If she saw this office and the equipment still from the nineties in it she would say, “I told you so.”
Tanya was halfway down the hall when she stopped and turned to look at Crystal. “Are you coming?” She spat the words out. Crystal smiled again and hurried along after her. She thought about asking the woman what her problem was, but she didn’t want to have words with her boss’s assistant the first day on the job. She followed her to the office next to John’s and with a roll of her eyes Tanya said, “John requested that I put you in here. I suppose that way you and he can share memories about your mother and what not.”
Bingo! That was her problem. She knew who Crystal’s mother was and assumed that was the only reason John gave her the internship. Crystal smiled at her again. That seemed to bother her a lot. Good! She didn’t have to explain herself to this woman, or feel bad that her mother made good connections through her own hard work. “This will be perfect, thank you, Tanya.” Crystal said it in a dismissive tone of voice and Tanya set her jaw as it fought back a retort.
Biker Blues Baby
Instantly she was awash in grief. Tears pouring silently down her cheek. That’s when she realized something else. She wanted to be pregnant. She really wanted this baby. Morgan’s baby. Dear god, please don’t let these symptoms be from the flue. She so wanted this to be real.
Beside herself, she sat up and found the tissues. She blew her nose trying to pull it all together.
And cried harder.
She heard the muffled cry before she was gently picked up and turned around until she was in his lap with him leaning against the headboard. With his gently massages and soft murmurs she couldn’t hold the tidal wave back and she cried and cried.
When the storm finally passed, and lord only knew where it had come from or why, she lay against his chest, so damn sad.
“What’s the matter, Jazz?”
His rich voice was full of worry and held a tinge of fear. Of course. He had no idea what was wrong with her.
“I’m okay,” she whispered. “I’m just going through a rough patch.”
He held her close. “And here I thought we’d gone through the worst life could throw at us.”
A burp of a laugh erupted from her mouth. “Oh we did. We did.”
“And yet, here you are, terrified to tell me what’s going on.”
He knew her so well. Hell no one else could have seen the fear in her actions. No one but him. She hadn’t even seen it. But he was right. She was terrified.
Terrified that this was too big. For her to do. For them to do. Motherhood, oh my God was there anything bigger. The the commitment? All so big, so important. Up until now she’d brushed it off as being something she’d do eventually, but now… she shook her head now… it was too soon. She needed time. She wasn’t ready. She wasn’t good enough to be a mother. The thought petrified her. The responsibility.
She wanted to be the best mom ever. But for the babies sake not hers. Morgan would be a wonderful father.
If he wanted to be.
“Shh. Whatever is wrong, we’ll fix it.”
She nodded and reached up to kiss him. If her kiss was a little demanding he didn’t seem to care. If it was a little too passionate, he didn’t seem to mind. If her actions were hurried and rougher than normal he seemed to be right there with her.
In fact, he moved her back a step, his breathing hard choppy. “Hold on. Let me get out of these clothes.”
Only she followed as he tried to retreat and was reefing on his belt buckled as he pulled his shirt over his head. “I’ve got this,” he said, his voice thick.
She smiled and let her hand slip down to encase the bulge under her fingers. And stroked it up and down over the thick denim. He swore and opened his jeans zipper. Her fingers dove in.
He laughed but it ended as a groan as her fingers encircled him. “Jesus sweetheart, you’re killing me.”
She laughed. “Not yet.” With her other hand she pulled his boxers down so his erection stood in front of her with nothing between them.
Then she lowered his head.
She woke to find herself tucked under blankets and wrapped in an inferno of body heat. Lord, it felt good. After last night, she was worried that she’d never be warm again. Now she reveled in the heat. And the comfort.
The stranger held her against his chest, his heavy thigh thrown across her legs. Pinning her in place. She lay there quietly. Although she was pinned, the sensation wasn’t oppressive. In fact, it was comforting. He wasn’t pressing down on her to keep her in place. Rather, it was a more gentle letting her know that he was there for her.
Who was this man who moved her so? Who made her wonder about a future after all? Could she have one without the pain and the fear? Was it possible to leave Greg and go on to have a different relationship with someone else? She’d never wanted to before. She still didn’t now. But this man… he made her want so much more than what she had.
Not that she knew what she had any longer. Greg would kill her next time he saw her. If he knew about her fall off the bridge, her night in a stranger’s bed, he’d kill her and take great pleasure in it.
If he found out.
And she had to stop him from finding out.
“Who are you?” she whispered soundlessly into the room filled with the early morning glow of dawn, knowing he was asleep and couldn’t hear her. She studied his face, so relaxed in repose. He was a beautiful male with his square jaw and high cheekbones and the bright eyes she remembered well. They were a razor blue that caught her and held her in his grasp.
He was a man who went after what he wanted then reached out and took it.
But never against another’s will.
She was proof of that.
What did he do for a living? His hands showed calluses, as if he worked with them or had a hobby he indulged in often. He’d do well coaxing something out of nothing. There was a tenderness to him, though he’d probably hate her for saying so.
She smiled then.
A deep growl slid out from the perfect chiseled lips beside her. “What are you smiling about?”
She froze, the smile dropping off.
“Don’t be silent now,” the same barely-awake gravel voice murmured. “I’d like to know.”
She wanted to answer. She struggled to articulate an answer. Instead, she gave a statement of being. “I’m alive.”
His lashes lifted slowly. His head rested not a foot from hers, his gaze alert and penetrating.
“And that’s a good thing.”
She hesitated then offered a small smile. “It is.” She took a deep breath and added, “Thank you.”