Series: Kings of Mayhem MC #3
Cover Design: Marisa, Cover Me Darling
And when I say huge, I mean, approximately ten inches’ worth of mistake.
But after the week I’d had, this was just what I needed. A night of big bad
mistakes with a big bad biker.
Finding out your boyfriend is a cheating loser is a real buzz kill. Finding out
you’re actually the other woman, is devastating. Call it temporary insanity,
but I decide the best way to get over the loser I’d dated for two years is to
get under a biker with tattoos, dimples and a hard body he knows how to use.
He’s going to make everything better with numerous mind-blowing orgasms. But
just for one night.
Except one faulty condom means my one-night stand isn’t so one-night after all.
After a night of insane sex, the beautiful blue-eyed brunette gave me the slip.
And even with all the women on offer afterwards, I can’t get her off my mind.
So when she turns up at the Kings of Mayhem MC compound I’m quick to give her a
second night of amazing sex and crazy orgasms. But this time, I’m not ready to
let her go.
There’s just one problem— she’s not interested.
But if she thinks she’s going to give me the slip again, then she’s got another
thing coming. I know she is keeping a secret from me but I don’t care what it
is. I want her and I’m going to make her mine.
man lying on top of me. My fingers slid across golden skin colored with a collage of intricate pictures, symbols and words. My palm curved around strong deltoid muscles that were well-rounded and powerful. He was big. Strong. Lethal. And probably not interested in being the father of my baby.
me. I thought he would let me go but he didn’t. Instead he turned my face towards him and kissed me hard on the mouth.
I paused to drink in the fine display of his muscular body and his still swollen manhood swinging between his powerful thighs. It was obvious he took very good care of his body.
the walk of shame through the clubhouse. But the hallway was quiet and the
clubhouse was still. Sometime in the night the music had stopped and the party
had wound down.
face and I had to hold my breath. The bar was littered with snoring bikers and the odd club girl asleep where they had passed out. Bottles lay scattered and spilled everywhere. Stale booze and body odor were ripe in the air. Caleb took my hand and led me through the mess, stepping over discarded bottles and sleeping bodies. Musty smoke glittered in the dusty rays of sunlight bursting into the room from a window above the jukebox.
woman up against the pool table. His jeans were down around his ankles and his
eyes were closed as he lazily rocked into her. The slap, slap of her large wobbly boobs against the pool table broke the stillness of the morning.
loudly. As we passed by her, Caleb shook his head and grabbed a discarded shirt
from a nearby chair to cover her.
the last.” I glanced around me. This place. These people. This was Caleb’s world. And it reeked of bad choices. Nausea roiled in the pit of my stomach and I barely made it outside in time before losing the contents of my stomach.
don’t remember you being drunk.”
and climbed onto the back of his bike. “Lets ride.”
characters realize this too, with a boatload of drama and a whole lot of steam.