Biker Chick Campout (Rebel Wayfarers MC) by Marialisa Demora

Author:Marialisa Demora [Demora, Marialisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Erotica, Romantic, Short Stories & Anthologies, Short Stories, Single Authors, Romance, motorcycle, alpha male, mc club
Amazon: B01JTK049I
Publisher: MLK Publishing, LLC
Published: 2016-08-14T18:30:00+00:00

Hurley

Jesus. Hurley was stretched out on his back, staring into the darkness shrouding the van’s ceiling. Resting against him was one of the prettiest girls he’d ever met. So gorgeous you’d expect the attitude she’d been throwing at him out by the bonfire. So beautiful you knew to the soles of your boots she wouldn’t be worth it because she’d be busting your balls every single goddamned day, which would mean fucking her wouldn’t be sweet. Fuck, no. A girl like that? Fucking would be revenge. Payback sex, and while he liked a good choke fuck, he wasn’t into hating the bitch he was balling.

Mela was good at her game. So good, you might overlook the signs that she wasn’t really the kind of bitch she liked to play. But he’d been looking, been watching. Oh, yeah. Had my eyes on her. Watching as closely as possible, studying her every move. Ever since she freaked out when he touched her. When her eyes went wide and blank, looking like a deer trapped in the flare of headlights, unsure which way to dart to avoid the danger barreling down on her. Hurley had retreated, fast, because he’d seen that look before. Ruby and Eddie, who belonged to Bear, had that look sometimes. So did Gunny’s old lady, Sharon, and every Rebel knew her backstory.

Mela had come from New Mexico; he’d seen the plate on her bike.

New Mexico meant a lot of things. Duck, one of the brothers from Chicago, had been out there recently. Shit happened to the family of a club the Rebels were not just friendly with, but from what Hurley heard, considered as partners, the Southern Soldiers. Prospects were excluded from church, still, the news made the rounds, and everyone knew that Duck had rescued the daughter of the Soldiers’ president from certain death, smack dab in the middle of a conflict with a Rebel enemy. Diamante MC. He sucked in a hard breath, listening as Mela’s hair shifted, rustling quietly as her head lifted and fell with the movement of his chest.

Hurley had met that chick, knew Mela wasn’t her, but the look in Bella’s eyes was exactly like the burden Mela carried. Someone had hurt her like that, a scar that ran soul deep. His arm tightened, pulling her closer to his side. Her hand moved in response, sliding up his chest to rest directly above his heart. She sighed in her sleep, peaceful, relaxing against him.

So gorgeous. So damaged. So needy.

Damn, she ran hot. Hotter than anything he’d had before. Hot, tight, wet, and willing. Fuck. He scowled up at the ceiling, willing his dick back to sleep. He knew he wasn’t shit in the sack, but he’d never felt that kind of closeness before. Never had been certain, without the woman directing him, what the bitch needed to find the “O” at least once. He’d never intentionally left a woman he fucked high and dry, but if she didn’t get there and didn’t let him know what revved her motor, he wouldn’t go looking for the switch.

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