Throttle's Seduction: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 7)

Throttle's Seduction: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 7) by Chiah Wilder

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Authors: Chiah Wilder
Tags: Fiction, Romance, MC
flitted about. A knot formed in the pit of her stomach as the enormity of what she’d done weighed down on her. Really, Kimber? Another biker? Fuck. Why didn’t you resist him? But how could she have ever resisted him? He was all man—raw and powerful—and she’d been screwed the first day she’d met him at Hawk’s shop. She’d been drawn to him, fluttering right to the center of his flame even though she’d pretended nonchalance. And ever since they’d kissed for the first time, a deep, slow burn had started inside her, making her yearn for him on the long summer nights until she’d almost relented and sought him out.
    Then he was in her driveway, looking way too sexy in his tight jeans and sleeveless tee, his tattoos beckoning her to touch and lick them. When he’d pulled her to him on the couch, a blind passion like a fire swept over her, and she knew there was no way in hell she could stop. The previous night, he’d awakened a desire in her she never knew existed. Their fucking was better than she’d imagined. She sighed. Continuing with Throttle wasn’t an option; she’d be a goddamned fool if she did, knowing the biker lifestyle. And she was pretty damn sure Throttle was very popular with the club women and hang-arounds who were voracious for biker cock. Kimber didn’t want to fall for the dangerous man who slept so peacefully beside her. She’d run away from the craziness of the brotherhood, and she had no intention of jumping back into the boiling water.
    She carefully lifted his arm and shimmied out from under it, then tiptoed to the bathroom to wash up. After she slipped on a gauze sundress, she closed her bedroom door and went to the kitchen to have a glass of orange juice. In the bright light of the morning, she realized she’d made a mistake that she would never repeat, even though she didn’t regret her night with Throttle.
    She placed two pieces of buttered bread in her toaster oven and pushed down the lever, thinking maybe she should wake him up; she definitely didn’t want him to hang around. She wasn’t in the mood for chit chats, and knowing his sexual appetite, he’d probably want seconds. That was something she didn’t want to give.
    Leaning on her white tile counter, her elbows propped on it with her chin on her hand, she watched as the neighborhood woke up: kids riding their bicycles, mothers pushing strollers, vehicles backing out of garages, and service trucks searching for addresses. His familiar scent of soap, leather, and expensive whiskey caressed her before he encircled her waist and placed a kiss on the back of her neck. “Morning.” His voice was like molten lava, scorching her.
    Don’t even think it, Kimber. “Morning,” she answered, pushing away from the counter and him. “You want some orange juice?” She scooted over to the refrigerator to create some distance from him.
    He swept his eyes over her face, a scowl threatening to form. “Sure.” She filled a glass and plunked it on the table, then leaned against the stove, her arms crossed over her chest. “What the fuck’s going on with you?” he asked.
    Exhaling, she uncrossed her arms and fixed her gaze on his. “Last night was an awesome mistake. Awesome because you totally know how to fuck a woman, but a mistake ‘cause I’m not looking for anything right now. I know we’ve had this lust thing going on between us, and we took care of that last night real good….” She laughed nervously.
    Throttle’s expression tightened and his flinty stare unnerved her. She picked at a mosquito bite on her arm. “I’m trying to finish school, save money, and start my own business. I don’t have time for—”
    “I never do seconds with citizens. I’m glad you’re not the clinging type. A one-night fuck suits me just fine.” His curt voice lashed at her.
    She swallowed the small lump forming in her throat and placed two pieces of bread on a stoneware plate. “I made you some toast.” She handed it to

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