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Cora has no choice but to join her friend when she’s determined to go to the local MC club to get laid. Cora’s not the settling down type, and hates dating. Enter a scarred biker, and Cora’s changing her beliefs.
James is the founder and president of the club. With his scarred face, he’s used to being passed over for his brother. But when Cora enters the club, James has to have her.
The adventures of the MC—and James—are about to be brought to light. Can Cora handle the heat? Will James convince his woman that being his old lady is the best decision she’ll ever make?
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, multiple partners, public exhibition, voyeurism, menage sex (MFM)
Pulling her ear buds out, she smiled at him.
“Are you stalking me now?” she asked, walking toward him. He stepped away from his bike, and she couldn’t help but look down the front of his pants.
She’d had a lot of men in her time, and seeing him like that, she knew she’d not even come close to being with a man that big. He was huge, rock hard, and thick. He was confined in his pants, and she wondered how good he looked outside of his jeans. She licked her dry lips, unable to look away.
Stop staring at his dick. Look him in the eye, pervert.
Forcing herself to look at him, she wanted to wipe that cocky look right off his face.
“I took care of you. It’s only fair.”
“Sorry, I’m not looking for a boyfriend.” She placed her hand on her hip, smiling at him. Cora wasn’t unaware of how much fun she was actually having. He was the first man she’d taken the time to even play with. James hadn’t taken off running. He kept coming back for more, and it intrigued her.
“I’m not looking for a girlfriend. I’m looking for a woman who wants a good fuck, and has no limitations in the bedroom. Know of anyone I could use for that?” he asked.
Damn, this man was after her own heart.
“If a guy with a dick that size can put it to good use.” She tilted her head to the side, wondering what his comeback would be.
“Let me in, and I’ll show you exactly how fucking good it can be between us.”
Cora breezed past him. She liked his answers a hell of a lot.
Opening the door, she waited for him to step past the threshold into her home. Cora moaned as he closed the door with her pressed right up against it. James moved fast, which she liked a lot.
He tore the music player out of her hands, placing it on the counter beside her door. This was where she put her keys and mail when she got in the house. James pressed her hands above her head, trapping her between the door, and his body. Core didn’t put up a fight.
“This doesn’t exactly tell me what you can do,” she said.
James ran his hand down her body, touching every inch of her, and yet his touch wasn’t enough. Over her clothing, his touch burned, and she so wanted them both to be naked with each other, touching, getting accustomed to their touch.
“What’s the matter, baby? Not had a real man?”