Sexy Bastards Anthology: Bad Boy, Biker, Alpha, Motorcycle Club, Contemporary Romance Collection by Lexy Timms, Dale Mayer, Sierra Rose, Christine Bell, Bella Love-Wins, Cassie Alexandra, Lisa Ladew, C.J. Pinard, C.C. Cartwright, Kylie Walker Page A
Authors: Lexy Timms, Dale Mayer, Sierra Rose, Christine Bell, Bella Love-Wins, Cassie Alexandra, Lisa Ladew, C.J. Pinard, C.C. Cartwright, Kylie Walker
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worthless ass in here and turn the fan on. What the fuck are you doing? Jacking off to love songs in there? Stupid kids nowadays thinking life has something to offer."
"Sorry, dude." Dane pressed his fingers to his mouth and averted his gaze as I handed him the beer and walked out.
"For what? You didn't marry the piece of shit and birth me."
***
The wind felt good as it pulled my t-shirt tightly against me. The ride to Jeffery's place was no more than twenty minutes, but it was a solid twenty minutes of watching the world fly by my bike. Dane had to stop and pick up a few people, so I was on my own, which was perfect.
Nightfall had cooled the day off and the moon was big and full as it sat high above his head. The vintage Harley between my legs was a gift I had saved up the last four years for. A few weeks before graduation, the guys at the bar pulled together the last thousand dollars and helped me get it.
No one had ever gotten me anything. It was one of the only times in my life I'd gotten choked up, but I had. The old farts and sweet butts had made it a point to bring it up daily since.
A smile lifted my mouth under my helmet and my heart soared with the promise of what was to come.
Where most of the kids from our graduating class were preparing for college or the police force, I was looking at eventually owning my own bike shop. I had been in love with hogs for as long as I could remember. They were the escape I needed. Several of the old guys in town who owned shops would call me in to help when they were overworked or something new and trendy would end up on the list.
I would be a part of the Stone Wolves MC club, which was the burning desire of my heart. The guys had been a large part of my upbringing and had picked me up on more than one occasion when my dad beat me senseless for no reason.
There were no secrets between me and several of the guys in the club. My spot was saved for the day when I finally earned it. I didn't want any more handouts, and the guys seemed good with that. They would accept me as one of their patched members the minute I fulfilled the duties and obligations expected of a Stone Wolf.
I pulled up to the party and parked my bike under the coverage of the road, noticing a bright pink crotch rocket sitting not far from where I stood.
How long had I been watching the pretty daughter of the biggest piece of shit in town? My whole high school career for sure. She was perfect from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. Long, dark, silky black hair, almond colored skin, big green eyes and a mouth that made my body harden if I looked at it a second too long.
Her hands and wrists were adorned in far too much jewelry, but I didn't mind. She was so rough and aggressive; perhaps the small things that softened her were more for her to remember she was a woman than for anyone else.
I moved up toward the bonfire and caught sight of her standing by herself. Her jeans hugged her hips and spread across the thick curve of her rear, leaving my stomach tensing and a growl rolling through my chest.
Behave. She's not on the market and even if she was... You hate her daddy with a passion.
I was going to get my ass kicked out of the Stone Wolves before I even got invited in. There was nothing a Stone Wolf hated more than a Black Heart, which was Selene's future. Her father was the head of a club that acted far more like a death-and-disease spreading mafia than a true MC.
She turned as if she could hear my thoughts. A cocky grin lifted her lips. "You're late."
My eyes moved down the white and pink tank top that clung to her perky tits and left a little bit of cleavage on display. She was by far the most beautiful, sensual girl in the whole fucking town.
Hell, the world. Don't fuck this up. Please don't fuck this up, Luck.
"I'm right on time, actually. I don't think I gave you a time." I stopped in front of her, leaving a little bit of space as I tilted my chin down a little, wanting to fully
"Sorry, dude." Dane pressed his fingers to his mouth and averted his gaze as I handed him the beer and walked out.
"For what? You didn't marry the piece of shit and birth me."
***
The wind felt good as it pulled my t-shirt tightly against me. The ride to Jeffery's place was no more than twenty minutes, but it was a solid twenty minutes of watching the world fly by my bike. Dane had to stop and pick up a few people, so I was on my own, which was perfect.
Nightfall had cooled the day off and the moon was big and full as it sat high above his head. The vintage Harley between my legs was a gift I had saved up the last four years for. A few weeks before graduation, the guys at the bar pulled together the last thousand dollars and helped me get it.
No one had ever gotten me anything. It was one of the only times in my life I'd gotten choked up, but I had. The old farts and sweet butts had made it a point to bring it up daily since.
A smile lifted my mouth under my helmet and my heart soared with the promise of what was to come.
Where most of the kids from our graduating class were preparing for college or the police force, I was looking at eventually owning my own bike shop. I had been in love with hogs for as long as I could remember. They were the escape I needed. Several of the old guys in town who owned shops would call me in to help when they were overworked or something new and trendy would end up on the list.
I would be a part of the Stone Wolves MC club, which was the burning desire of my heart. The guys had been a large part of my upbringing and had picked me up on more than one occasion when my dad beat me senseless for no reason.
There were no secrets between me and several of the guys in the club. My spot was saved for the day when I finally earned it. I didn't want any more handouts, and the guys seemed good with that. They would accept me as one of their patched members the minute I fulfilled the duties and obligations expected of a Stone Wolf.
I pulled up to the party and parked my bike under the coverage of the road, noticing a bright pink crotch rocket sitting not far from where I stood.
How long had I been watching the pretty daughter of the biggest piece of shit in town? My whole high school career for sure. She was perfect from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. Long, dark, silky black hair, almond colored skin, big green eyes and a mouth that made my body harden if I looked at it a second too long.
Her hands and wrists were adorned in far too much jewelry, but I didn't mind. She was so rough and aggressive; perhaps the small things that softened her were more for her to remember she was a woman than for anyone else.
I moved up toward the bonfire and caught sight of her standing by herself. Her jeans hugged her hips and spread across the thick curve of her rear, leaving my stomach tensing and a growl rolling through my chest.
Behave. She's not on the market and even if she was... You hate her daddy with a passion.
I was going to get my ass kicked out of the Stone Wolves before I even got invited in. There was nothing a Stone Wolf hated more than a Black Heart, which was Selene's future. Her father was the head of a club that acted far more like a death-and-disease spreading mafia than a true MC.
She turned as if she could hear my thoughts. A cocky grin lifted her lips. "You're late."
My eyes moved down the white and pink tank top that clung to her perky tits and left a little bit of cleavage on display. She was by far the most beautiful, sensual girl in the whole fucking town.
Hell, the world. Don't fuck this up. Please don't fuck this up, Luck.
"I'm right on time, actually. I don't think I gave you a time." I stopped in front of her, leaving a little bit of space as I tilted my chin down a little, wanting to fully