Jana Finley just wants to escape from her abusive ex and start over with her son. She never envisioned her new life involving a motorcycle club. Even with the sex, partying, and violence that surrounds the MC, one biker in particular fascinates her.
From the moment Boston “Tuck” Oakley saw Jana he wanted her. When Jana is abducted right off club property something inside of him snaps. A beast emerges, thirsty for the blood of the one that took her. With vengeance running his blood cold, he will do whatever it takes to find her and kill anyone that stands in his way.
But time is running out, so in order to find Jana, Tuck resorts to something that puts the club in danger. Because of that betrayal his patch and even his life are on the line. He must find some way to make it right with the MC, as well has convince Jana that being with him isn’t the absolute worst mistake she’ll ever make.
He didn’t say anything, and this courage, this strength, rose up in her. Before he could say anything, she rose on her toes and pressed her lips to his. The feel of his beard along her cheeks sent a flash of heat through her, made her toes curl, her blood pump harder through her veins, and her erogenous zones tingle. Maybe she shouldn’t be feeling this kind of desire, this type of intense arousal after what had happened, but she was, and she welcomed it.
“Jana,” he groaned her name, placed his hands on her shoulders, and gently pushed her away. “I can’t do this, not when you’re hurt.” He sounded pained when he said that, and the way he looked at her lips, stared at her mouth as if he were hungry for more, told her that he was feeling this, too.
“But you want to.” She said it without question, not moving, just staring up at his strong, handsome face.
He groaned again, cupped her cheek so gently it could have made her cry again, and nodded slowly. “I really fucking want to—”
And that was all she wanted, no, needed to hear. She lifted on her toes again, pressed her lips to his, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She was being bold, so much bolder than she’d ever been in her life. But damn did it feel good and right.
He kissed her back, held onto her waist gently, so soft that she knew he was being mindful of her wounds, and pulled her closer to his body. The hardness of his muscles, the definition of them, sent a flash of heat through her. Beads of perspiration dotted the area between her breasts, and she moaned, needing so much more.
Opening her mouth and slipping her tongue along his, they both made this low noise. He kissed her back softly at first, but then harder, more demanding. A gasp left her when he started moving them backward. When the wall stopped her movements and she felt his erection press against her belly, she broke their kiss.
“I’m sorry,” he said almost breathlessly, his cock so big, so thick and hard as he pressed it into her. “I’m being a filthy fucking asshole right now, kissing you like you’re mine, making you feel my dick like this.” But he didn’t move back, just held her hips, kept his dick pressed to her belly, and stared down at her. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you, Jana, but I continued to stay away, be this big asshole because it’s who and what I am.”
She cupped his cheek, loving that his beard was soft against her palm. “I know who you are.” She lowered her hand down his face, over his neck, and stopped on the scar that she’d noticed the first time she saw him. “I know you’re a man that fights to survive, that fights so others can survive.” She spoke slowly, wanting him to hear everything she said, to hear the truth in them. “I know your life has been hard, and that you’ve done things that others consider bad, wrong, and immoral.”
“You have no idea, Jana.”