Length: Novella (around 105 pages, varies by retailer)
Publisher: Changeling Press
Ryker -- After 20 years in the military, I find myself doing my dad's dirty work. But as the "prince" of the Hades Abyss MC, it's expected of me. Doing a little recon in a small Alabama town should have been boring as shit, until the hot little minx I met at a bar turned my life upside down. Women always fall at my feet, but this one was different. If I'd known she was a virgin, I might have backed away, but now that I've had a taste I just want to keep coming back for more. Little did I realize that I'd just fucked the sister of a Dixie Reaper, and my life was about to become all kinds of complicated. I had to wonder... had she fucked me because she wanted me? Or was it all some kind of setup?
Laken -- My big brother Flicker is always ruining my fun, keeping the guys away from me, so when I finally get a chance for a hot guy to get rid of my V-card, I'm all for it. Ryker's hot and has that alpha vibe, and the fact he's ex-military just made me wetter. It never occurred to me that he was a biker, or that I might have just screwed up a big deal for the Dixie Reapers. It seems my sexy Ryker isn't just some hot military guy. No, he's the son of the President of the Hades Abyss MC. So I hide like big brother asks me to. Just one problem... Ryker doesn't leave, and now I'm late. How am I supposed to tell Ryker that I'm carrying his child? When life fucks me over, it does it royally.
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I threw back another shot of whiskey, and slammed the glass down on the bar top. It was my tenth. Or was it twelfth? I’d lost count somewhere along the way, but I wasn’t even remotely drunk. There was a slight warmth spreading through me, but I was one hundred percent in charge of my actions. So when I slid my hand up the back of the thigh of the hottie standing next to me, yeah that was all me. What can I say? That sweet, curvy ass of hers was calling to me.
She slowly turned her head to look at me over her shoulder as my hand slipped up further, sliding under the hem of her too short dress. Mmm. No panties. I gave her ass cheek a squeeze and watched as heat flared in her eyes. Whatever schmuck she’d been talking to was forgotten as she turned to face me. Oh yeah. The front matched the back. Nice, luscious breasts that were barely contained by the stretchy top of her dress, and damn if her nipples weren’t poking through.
“Normally a guy buys me a drink before he grabs my ass,” she said.
“Guess I’m not a normal guy.”
She reached out and fingered the dog tags that I still wore, despite the fact I’d been out of the service for a month. “No, soldier, you certainly aren’t.”
“Marine,” I said.
She bit her lip and moved in a little closer. “Guess that makes you something of a badass, doesn’t it?”
I smirked and squeezed her ass again. “Something like that.”
She reached out and rubbed a hand down my chest, her fingers trailing across my abs and stopping at my belt buckle. I could tell she liked what she saw, and I damn sure liked the way she filled out her dress. It would look even better bunched around her waist while I fucked her.
“You’re so big and strong,” she said with a purr.
“Oh, baby. You have no idea.”
I slid my fingers further down the curve of her ass until they teased her pussy. She was already wet and so damn slick, and she looked like just the type of girl who would let me fuck her in the bathroom. I knew the type, and those hard nipples and wet little pussy told me that she wanted me bad enough to let me do whatever I wanted. Women tended to fall at my feet, always had, and this one wasn’t going to be an exception. Kneeling was a good place for them, easier access for sucking my cock.
“Bigger doesn’t mean better,” she said. “It’s all in how you use it.”
“I know how to use it. I can make you scream my name all night long.”
She shrugged. “Maybe you can and maybe you can’t.”
Oh, I could. It was a proven fact. Women always screamed in ecstasy whenever I was pounding into their pussies, or anywhere else I pleased. They begged me for it.
“What’s your name, sugar?”
“I’m Ryker. What do you say we get to know one another a little better?” I stroked her pussy again, letting my fingers dip inside. She bit her lip and a flush started creeping up her chest. I’d be willing to bet I could get her off right here and now.
“Maybe I’m not that kind of girl,” she said, her voice dropping as I stroked her some more.
“Honey, my fingers are coated in your cream, right here in front of everyone. I bet I could get you so turned on, you’d let me fuck you anywhere I pleased. Just bend you over the bar and take what I wanted.” I smirked. “In any hole I wanted.”
She gasped, but her eyes dilated and I knew she’d liked the idea. Naughty girl.
I rubbed her a little more, getting her even wetter. Yeah, this sexy woman was a wild one. I knew the type. A tremor raked her body and I knew she was close to coming. I thrust a finger inside of her and nearly groaned at how damn tight she was. Fuck, but she’d squeeze my cock so damn good. I played with her pussy until she was a quivering mess, barely hanging on. Then I slipped my hand free from her dress, wrapped my fingers around hers, and dragged her off to the nearest bathroom. If the stickiness on my fingers bothered her, she didn’t complain.
I pushed open the bathroom door, hauled her in behind me, then snapped the lock into place. She gave me a coy smile as she leaned back against the counter. I prowled closer, thinking of all the filthy things I wanted to do to her. Our options were limited in this bathroom though. Maybe I’d take her back to the motel with me. She looked like a screamer, and I’d love her my name on her lips all fucking night and into the morning. When I was done with her, she’d be feeling me for a week.
I traced the top of her dress, my finger lightly trailing along the curve of her breasts. She licked her lips and I knew she was going to give me what I wanted. They always did. I eased the straps of her dress down her arms and pulled the top half down under her breasts. So damn perky! They were a little more than a handful, but the minx had gone without a bra. Her nipples were hard and the prettiest pink I’d ever seen.
Leaning forward, I traced my tongue around first one then the other before sucking one into my mouth. Her fingers slid into my hair, holding me to her as I lavished attention on her luscious tits. My cock was hard as a fucking steel post, and the cute little sounds she was making just made me even harder. I couldn’t wait to get balls deep inside of her. Something told me once wouldn’t be enough.
I pulled away and turned her to face the mirror.
“Hands on the counter, baby, and stick that gorgeous ass out for me.”
She leaned over and wiggled her ass at me. I gave her a playful slap, then pulled up the hem of her dress until the material bunched around her waist. A tattoo caught my attention, a delicate feather that curled around her hip. It wouldn’t be all that remarkable, but the ink looked almost metallic. My finger stroked over it before my cock demanded attention.
I used my foot to kick her feet further apart, admiring the way her pussy parted, as if it were begging to be fucked. I didn’t waste any time and started unbuckling my belt, then undoing my pants. I pulled my cock out, giving it a few strokes as I stared at the sexy woman in front of me. Our gazes locked in the mirror, hers pleading for me to touch her, to fuck her.
ABOUT HARLEY WYLDE
Short. Erotic. Sweet.
Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place.
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Harley Wylde is the “wilder” side of award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith. She also writes gay erotic romance (M/M and M/M/M) as Dulce Dennison.