Loaded

by KB Winters

  Copyright © 2019 KB Winters and BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC

  Published By: BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC

  Copyright and Disclaimer

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2019 KB Winters and BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC

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  Contents

  Loaded - Reckless MC Opey TX Chapter

  Copyright and Disclaimer

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Sneak Peek of Tied - Reckless MC Opey TX Chapter

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  More From KB Winters

  Free Book!

  Acknowledgements

  About The Author

  Prologue

  Annabelle ~ 3 months ago

  There it was. The only barrier between me and a good time was the big red door that bore an uncanny resemblance to its namesake, a barn door. The door stood there, big, red, and imposing, goading me for being a damn coward. And I was because I was nervous as hell about going inside, knowing what waited on the other side.

  The Barn Door was an exclusive, private sex club located on the ass end of Hardtail Ranch, but I wasn’t sure how many people actually made the connection. The land was so vast and most people were trying to be discreet. Including me. As a respected and well known doctor in the small town of Opey, Texas, I had more than a few reasons to be nervous about stepping through that big red door. The last thing I wanted was a bunch of creepy cowboys stopping in the ER to get a glimpse of me during work hours. No thanks. Opey was a small town, and though most people respected each other’s privacy, there was always at least one asshole in the bunch, and with my luck, he’d find me.

  “The door ain’t gonna bite ya.”

  The deep voice startled me. I turned with a gasp, getting ready to give this asshole a piece of my mind when the bluest eyes I’d ever seen came into view. Hell, those blue eyes were connected to the most handsome, gorgeous man I’d ever seen up close. None of that mattered, though, because it was all attached to the surliest asshole on the planet.

  “Wheeler,” I said, hoping my voice sounded strong and firm. “Hi.” I stood there, staring at him while I tried to figure out if he was waiting for me to go inside or leave. Since there was no way to get out of this awkward encounter without making it more awkward, I shrugged as if I were leaving.

  “Well, see you around,” I said, which wasn’t true. I never did see much of Wheeler, other than from a distance, like when I visited Peaches on the ranch. I turned in the direction of my car and walked away.

  “Entrance is that way,” his deep voice called out, full of amusement. At my expense, based on the laughter he didn’t try to hide.

  His words stopped my feet so fast I nearly walked right out of my sexy black stilettos.

  “I changed my mind,” I called to him over my shoulder. With my chin notched up high and my hands fisted on my hips, I turned and dared him to challenge me.

  Which, of course, Wheeler was happy to do. “Don’t do it on my account.”

  “I’m not,” I insisted. There was no way in hell I’d ever let a man change my course in life. Again.

  “Okay,” he shot back, skepticism clear in his tone.

  “I’m not.”

  This time he held up both hands in a defensive gesture, a smile splitting those lush pink lips into an enticing smile. Why did the good looking ones always have to be such jerks?

  “Okay, I believe you Doc.”

  It would’ve been believable if his big blue eyes didn’t show off the lie, proudly.

  “Believe what you want.” He would anyway, just like anyone else. “See you around, Wheeler.”

  “I’ll walk you to your car,” he said, already coming up to my side before I gave an answer.

  “That’s not necessary. I made it this far on my own, and I can make it back.”

  That was the mantra of the independent single woman, at least as far as I was concerned. The moment I got used to having someone around to help, they let me down when I needed them most.

  “It ain’t necessary, but maybe it’ll make me feel better.”

  He flashed a gorgeous smile that I was sure would get him anything he wanted inside The Barn Door, which only made me wonder what in the hell he was doing out here with me.

  Too bad for him I was only somewhat affected by that smile, gorgeous though it was. “Maybe going inside will make you feel better.”

  His lips twitched, but Wheeler said nothing, just stood a few feet away as I hit the button on the key fob to open the door. He watched me, an amused smile teasing the corners of his mouth, golden brown arms folded over his massive chest.

  “Doubtful,” he said, apparently aiming to master the one-word retort. He had more than amusement in his voice, but I couldn’t recognize the emotion. The little I knew about Wheeler? He was an expert at hiding his emotions.

  “Well, something other than standing here has to be part of your night.”

  “Eventually,” he said. And waited.

  Whatever. I slipped behind the steering wheel of my car and turned the key, but nothing happened. The car was just two years old so I wasn’t worried, just pulled the key out and tried again. And again. And again.

  “No,” I silently pleaded. “Not now. Please don’t do this to me, not right now.”

  A tap sounded on my window, and I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Wheeler. But, of course, I did. That gorgeous face was so at odds with his bad attitude and that haunted quality he wore like a cloak that it kicked my heart rate up a notch. Or twenty.

  “Problem?”

  I groaned, “A couple,” and pushed the door open, forcing him to step back.

  To my surprise, he offered, “Maybe I can help.”

  I looked at him with suspicion. “Why would you do that?” He wasn’t a bad guy as far as I could tell, but I didn’t exactly have the greatest track record when it came to that kind of thing.

  It was his turn to frown and look more than a little offended. “Why wouldn’t I? I’m a nice guy.”

  A snort escaped my mouth, which was rude, considering he’d offered to help. “Yeah? You got an
y proof?” I just couldn’t stop myself.

  His lips kicked up into one of those casual, lazy grins that had my knees going wobbly, and I leaned against my car to avoid embarrassing myself.

  “The proof is right here, with me taking a look at why your car won’t start.”

  Before I could say anything, he had the hood up and handed me his phone with the flashlight app burning bright.

  “Hold this,” he ordered.

  I glued my gaze to his forearms, golden brown from too many hours in the sun, with a thick coating of dark hair wrapped around them. They highlighted the muscles every time he moved. My mouth watered at the sight, which was when I realized I should’ve gone inside the barn, at least for my own sanity.

  I had a reason for coming here, after months of avoiding the place. Plain and simple. Basic, no not basic, it was base. Put simply, I needed to get laid, and Wheeler was too tempting a choice.

  And a terrible choice. A very terrible choice considering his connection to my only real friend in this whole damn town.

  “So, what do you say?” Wheeler looked down at me, a smile playing on his lips and amusement dancing in his eyes.

  I blinked, confused because I still had my gaze focused on his forearms and cooling the temperature of my body from said gaze. “About what?”

  “Me. Giving you a ride home. You know, on account of your broken down car?”

  “I thought you were going to fix it for me.”

  “Busted starter. We’ll deal with getting it towed into town tomorrow. What’d you’d expect from a European tin can.”

  “European? And let me guess, Wheeler. You drive something big and American, probably a gas guzzler too.” Because that would just make the stereotype complete, wouldn’t it?

  “If you say so, Doc.” He always had to be so mysterious, didn’t he?

  Well, I wasn’t intrigued by that particular mystery, so I waved a hand in front of us and sighed. “Then lead us to the paragon of American manufacturing brilliance and masculinity.”

  He gave me a look I couldn’t decipher and began to walk. I followed behind, absolutely not staring at his long muscular legs. Or his ass that looked tight enough to bounce off a few quarters, a theory I was sorely tempted to test.

  “Got me all figured out, huh, Doc?”

  “Not at all.” Some things I could figure out. He’d been in the military and come out with a pretty serious case of PTSD that he was doing his damnedest to hide from everyone. That didn’t take a genius to diagnose, though. I’d seen enough cases of PTSD in emergency rooms throughout my career, from medical school in Colorado and then completing my residency in Houston, a fellowship in Maryland and then moving to Opey. Gunshot wounds, domestic violence, random acts of crime, heart problems. It affected everyone differently. Too often, the effects stuck with them for a long time.

  “Just a bit of deductive reasoning.”

  He snorted, and came to a stop beside a black monstrosity I could barely see in the darkness swamping the property.

  “You like using big words, don’t you?”

  I blinked and let my gaze crawl up his body, stopping at his stupid handsome face.

  “Oh, is this the part where you say something disparaging about ‘smart chicks’ or something equally unique?”

  His blue gaze never left mine as his hands fisted on his hips, one dark brow lifted, challenging me. “See, all figured out.”

  The man was so damn frustrating that a low growl came from somewhere deep inside my throat.

  “Whatever, Wheeler.” I rounded the big black SUV and waited for him to unlock the doors. Better to get this ride over as soon as possible.

  ***

  “Thanks for the lift.” Before Wheeler even had a chance to shift his car into park, I had the door open and one foot already on the newly paved driveway I had installed sometime last year.

  “That eager to be rid of me?” His deep voice sounded a second before the door shut, and I suppressed a groan. Wheeler had a way of making me feel like the guilty party, when really, I steered clear of him because of his bad attitude and constant surliness.

  “Eager to be back at home.” As much as I wanted, no needed, to get laid, I wasn’t sure The Barn Door was the right venue for me. I wasn’t a prude, not by anyone’s standards, but small town living was a big adjustment. I couldn’t just get lost in the crowd and become anonymous. That meant I needed to be careful.

  “I don’t know what I was thinking going there, anyway.”

  Wheeler killed the engine and stepped from the SUV, tall and graceful, wide and purposeful. He walked like the whole army followed him. Always.

  “You were thinkin’ like everyone else in there. It’d be nice to get a good hard fuck in before the week starts up.”

  Pretty much. “Of course that’s what you’d think.” I scoffed.

  He snorted and leaned against the hood. “There’s no puttin’ lipstick on that particularly slutty pig, sweetheart. But, hey, that’s okay. I’m not judging.”

  No, he wasn’t judging. He was mocking. Me. “Right. Well, good night Wheeler.” I whirled on my heels, upset that I’d gone through the effort of getting dressed up in heels and sexy lingerie, all for nothing.

  “Aren’t you gonna invite me up for a nightcap, Doc?”

  His words stopped the movement of my feet instantly. I turned, slowly, to face him because I had to have misheard that tone. It sounded like he was inviting himself up for a bit of carnal exercise, but it couldn’t be. Could it?

  “You thirsty, Wheeler?”

  His lips slowly curled up into a seductive smile, the kind that had blood slogging through my veins like lava, hot and thick. Dark with promise.

  “I could go for a drink,” he said.

  I sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly, counting to ten—hell, twenty—as goosebumps broke out all over my skin. If I invited him up, there was no mistake what would happen. I had no doubt in my mind it would be hot as hell. Satisfying. And a really, really bad idea. Wheeler had issues, but his issues weren’t my problem. He wasn’t trying to be my boyfriend. He wanted what I wanted. Physical release. And that decided it for me.

  I took a step backwards and let a slow, hopefully seductive smile cross my face as I looked up at him. “Wheeler, would you like to come up for a nightcap?”

  “I’d like that very much, Annabelle.”

  My legs felt stiff and also filled with liquid as I walked up the small blue wooden porch I’d repainted last summer. I shoved the first key and then the second, into the lock. Once the door opened and then closed, this would happen. I wanted it, I did. But I was still nervous and afraid.

  The heat of Wheeler’s body seeped into my already overheated frame. I took two steps beyond the threshold just to clear my head and slow my heart. Yeah, that was better. “What would you like to—”

  Wheeler stepped inside and kicked the door closed with his big, booted foot.

  “No more talking, Annabelle.” Then his mouth was on mine, and I didn’t give a damn about a nightcap or my nerves or whether this was a bad idea, because his mouth on mine was a good idea.

  A damn good idea.

  A moan slipped out of my mouth and into his, and Wheeler’s big hands tightened on my hips. He sandwiched my body between his massive frame and the hard wall, a constant pressure that only accelerated my pulse even further.

  “Yes,” I moaned when his mouth moved from my mouth and down my jawline, then to my neck before his lips centered gently on my collarbone. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I moaned.

  He chuckled against my skin, the deep sound reverberated through my chest and back, intensifying the sexual high I had going on as his hands tangled in my thick brown hair.

  “Annabelle.” It came out as a soft growl and I tilted my head back, allowing him to capture my mouth again.

  Then his hands began to move. Everywhere. Down my back, cupping my ass and resting on my hips. Then his rough fingers slid under my little black dress, fingertips playing
along my hips, the waistband of my thong and then finally, the sensitive flesh at the swell of my breasts.

  His touch was firm, slightly rough but somehow also inherently gentle. But I wasn’t feeling so gentle as his big, rough hands quickly drove me out of my mind.

  My hands went to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head, gasping at the visual of Wheeler without his shirt.

  “Shit, you’re beautiful,” I thought his face, chiseled and rugged but unmistakably gorgeous was a masterpiece, but damn his torso nearly put it to shame. A dark smattering of hair covered his upper chest, light brown nipples playing peek-a-boo as the hair led down to a thick line that bisected an incredible abdomen, complete with scars, tattoos and a mouthwatering six pack.

  He let out a deep chuckle as his own hands moved lightning quick to remove my dress, and he stepped back to let his gaze roam over my body as thoroughly as a caress.

  “I think you took the words right out of my mouth, Doc.”

  The way he spoke, his voice deep and thick with arousal, sent a bolt of lightning zipping through my body, so fierce I thought it might tear me apart. Wheeler was ready, mouth and hands slowly driving me out of my mind as I stood there, wrapped around his body in nothing but a bright red thong and black stilettos.

  From there it was all frenetic movements of arms and legs, hands and mouths. Our bodies moved like they were possessed by pure, driven lust and nothing more. Wheeler kissed my neck and my shoulders as one hand slipped inside my panties until his middle finger found my pussy, wet and pulsing, rubbing slow, drugging circles around my clit.

  “Wheeler,” choked out of my throat.

  I felt his grin a moment before that delicious tongue scraped across my nipple and pulled it into his mouth, sucking hard and letting his teeth sink into the sensitive skin just enough to sting but not hurt.

  “So fucking sweet,” he growled and put a hand to my wrist, stopping the progress I made on his button and zipper. “Not yet.”

  “Now,” I told him because there was no way in hell I could wait, not with the way his fingers played my body like a master violinist. “Right. Now.”

  He let out a low growl, but I wasn’t at all deterred, shoving his pants and boxers down to reveal his cock to me. “Yes.”