During his time in rehab, Dick met a woman who helped him through the worst of his withdrawal. Martha was there for her sister, but Dick got close to her. She became his salvation, his reason for fighting the drugs another day. Without even realizing it, she became his reason for living.
Years later, he never forgot her. Even with Lydia in his bed, Dick can’t stop thinking about that one woman. Needing a break from the club and from the hunt for Master, Dick goes to Martha, intent on finding out what is going on inside his heart.
Martha never forgot the rough talking biker she’d met while her sister was in rehab. Sure he was rude, crass, and downright blunt at times, but she liked him. He was different. Martha teaches Dick what it means to love again, and in return, he awakens the parts inside her that had died through years of pain.
Can two broken hearts become whole again? Will Martha be able to handle the pressure of a biker club, especially when a new threat is about to emerge?
He moved a little closer to her, and Martha’s pulse raced. His thumb glided across her bottom lip, and her pulse went into overdrive.
“You make me think about kissing you.”
“I liked our kiss. I liked it a lot.”
“You can have anyone you want.”
“And yet, I want you.”
He growled once again, and she couldn’t help but smile. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Then burn me, Dick.” For too long she’d been playing the game of life being all safe, and always getting hurt. She no longer wanted to play it safe. Martha wanted to know what it was like to be desired, to be fueled by nothing but need.
Dick released her face, but before she had a chance to mourn the loss of his touch, he gripped her hips, and tugged her over his lap. She squealed, holding onto the back of the sofa as he placed her in position.
“At any time you want to stop, you tell me.”
“I don’t want to stop.”
His hands moved from her hips gliding down to her ass.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”
“I’ve been wanting to do this from the first moment I met you.” Sinking her fingers into his hair, she tugged the length back, making him lean back into her touch. Slamming his lips down on his, she moaned as she took possession of his mouth, kissing, and ravishing his mouth. Her pussy grew slick with need, and it was all need for him, consuming her.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, kissing down to her neck. One of his hands stayed on her ass while the other found its way into her hair, tugging her back.
Within seconds he had her on her back, and was staring down at her. He took over the kiss, commanding her with his presence, which surrounded her.
She was wearing a crop top, and he pushed the strap down off her shoulder, licking and sucking on her flesh.
“When I fuck you, you become mine,” he said.