Desert Venom Motorcycle Club: The Complete Novella: (Military and Law Enforcement Erotica) by Jill Soffalot

Chapter One : Evil Men
    Colt Mendoza took women. He took their money, their bodies, and their hope. He tried that with a woman who looked and sounded desperate. He mistakenly thought she was weak and easy to fool. She wasn't.
     
    Sandra Hamilton didn't think things through. Any feeling of desperation took away her native caution.
    She wasn't worried. She should have been, but she wasn't. She stood in the doorway of the Desert Venom Motorcycle Club. She liked rough men who took charge. The Desert Venom MC had rough men from wall to wall. They wore leather and denim and an attitude. She saw lots of facial hair and tattoos.
    The most handsome man she'd ever seen asked, "Can I help you?"
    She smiled, "Tell me about your club."
    "Of course, come with me." He took her hand and led her back to his office.
    At 35, Sandra still had a good figure. She could wear her wedding dress. But parts of her were beginning to sag. Her breasts had grown slightly. She had to buy bigger, sturdier bras. She liked having a good-sized bust. She liked the looks she got from men on the street. Her hips were a little wider than they used to be, but nothing that detracted from her attractiveness. Her face started to show crow's feet around her eyes and wrinkles around her mouth. She needed to change something. On impulse, she left the house with her drunken husband passed out on the couch. She needed help. She should have chosen a different place.
    She wore jeans and a tight shirt to go to the motorcycle club. She'd undone the top three buttons so that her breasts showed above the shirt. She wanted something from a man and knew how to get it.
    She'd run out of patience at home. It was so empty. Her husband never touched her. She wasn't experienced in sex, but she knew there was more to it than what she got, or used to get, from him. Since her husband had decided to live inside a bottle, her life had no romance as well as no sex. If she'd had children or even nieces or nephews, it wouldn't have been so bad. But there was no one. She had so much to give and no one to give it to.
    The handsome man closed the door behind her.
    "Tell me what you want."
    No one had ever asked her that. She had always been there for people in her life. Her dad and mom and her husband had needed her. She gave and gave. Unfortunately, her mom and dad died, and her husband had retreated from life. There was no one else.
    As she looked at the handsome man, Sandra fell in love completely. She'd always been in control of her emotions, but that control evaporated when the man in front of her smiled. The neglected emotions inside her roared to life and took her.
    She answered, "I want a good life."
    The man said, "My name is Colt Mendoza. We have what you want here. Tell me about yourself."
    Sandra hadn't talked about herself in years. She listened while others talked about themselves, but never the other way around. She said, "I'm in a loveless marriage to a drunk. I need to get out. I've never held a job. I don't have any skills, and I don't know where to go." She put her fingers over her lips. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dump my unhappy life on you. I really wanted to see what your club offered. I like motorcycles."
    He said, "I'm a minister of the Church of the Divine Right. You've just described my mission among these bikers. We have rooms for women in your situation. Let me take you to yours."
    He pulled her out of his office and down the hall. Suddenly, a gallon of soapy water sprayed from the kitchen, soaking her all the way through. A man with an apron came out. He held a hose in his hand, and he apologized thoroughly. Colt apologized as well and led her to the room down the hall. As she dripped on the floor, she saw a nice, but simple room with a bed, bathroom, and television set. Colt said, "You need to get out of those sticky, wet clothes. This will be your room anyway. Why don't you stay here and take a shower. There's clothes in the closet. I'll check on you later." He