Saving Belle (A Category 5 Knights MC Romance Book 2)
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In one swift motion, I'm pulled forward and she wraps her arms around me as the entirety of my length is enveloped in her slick warmth. I kiss and bite gently at her shoulder and neck as her hands roam my back, legs pulling me toward her with every thrust.
Soon, I find myself hovering only inches above her, staring into those beautiful eyes. I'm completely and utterly in love with this woman, and I can read it in her eyes, she's in love with me. The pressure of her legs around me slacks slightly, and we simply gaze into each other's eyes as I pump her slowly, almost carefully.
I can't get enough of the feeling, the intimacy, the beauty of it all. Getting off is the last thing on my mind. All I want is to make her feel good. When, after a long while of the slow, gentle pumping, I begin to pick my pace up, she's quickly pushed close to the edge of climax. I can feel my own orgasm building quickly, and as she wraps her arms around me tightly, practically screaming against my chest, I fill her, clutching her to me, both hands at her back.
Declarations of love spill from the both of us as we come down in a hazy, dizzy bliss.
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18
Side-Light, Peanut and I sit atop our bikes on A1A, across from the Carters mansion, waiting for the old man to leave. As far as his wife is concerned, on Tuesday and Thursday mornings, honorable retired Judge Carter leaves his beautiful mansion and aging wife to play golf with his hifalutin country club buddies.
Turns out, he only plays golf once a week—on Tuesdays. On this Thursday morning, as on all others, Mr. Carter does drive in the direction of the golf course, but he never reaches his destination. He pulls into a lovely condo and strolls in as if he owns the place. With a little digging, Ice’s crew figured out that this was the home of a retired court stenographer.
His affair with the woman has been going on for decades—over two, in fact. Some would congratulate him on being faithful in his unfaithfulness. Hell, even I find it a little touching, but I very seriously doubt Mrs. Carter would be so forgiving.
One thing I know for damn sure is that after losing their only child, she'd be pretty damn devastated to learn that not only has her husband been running around on her for more than twenty years, but also that the woman has two daughters who look a lot like old Mr. Carter. Their college tuitions have been fully picked up, along with their vehicles.
At least Mr. Carter was a real gentleman and only financed the girls with his own money instead of his wife's. Being a real pillar of morality and a paragon of virtue, Mr. Carter found an alternative revenue stream. That's where the findings of our investigation get real interesting.
Gotta hand it to Whiz and to the Friendly Persuasion agency. They’re damn good. They didn't stop at digging up the affair and giving me that. They provided me with information that could send the old man away for life.
Like clockwork, Mr. Carter leaves his house at around ten in the morning and rides south to Fort Lauderdale's Galt Mile on A1A.
The boys and I follow him into the residence's parking garage. Peanut stands by the entrance looking proper menacing, and Side-Light and I have a very, very productive conversation which ends in him swearing to sign anything he was given. Every single paper Belle's attorney could ever need to ensure that Chris would come home to her was readily and is hastily signed.
An hour later, I’m back in Defiance after dropping off the papers at the attorney's place in Point Lookout. My crew and I park up in the Truckers Heaven lot and take the short walk to Belle and Holly's shared house.
I wave to Chaser, who's sitting sideways on the driver's seat of the MC's truck, the door wide open, blasting classic rock. I make my way into the tiny two-bedroom apartment and take a quick look around.
It seems even small, now that the only things left are the meager furnishings they'd been provided with by their landlord, the owner of Truckers Heaven. The man isn't happy to see them leaving, and had made some noise to protest about some lease or contract, but a few hard looks in his direction and he was almost offering the girls to help them pack.
Holly and Belle's commute to work will definitely be longer, but right now they don't seem to mind in the slightest. I hear squeals of laughter and excitement from another room. Listening to them on their final walk-through, one might think they were sixteen, tops.
I can't tell who's more excited—them or us. I head out to wait with Chaser, who's wearing an ear to ear grin. It's the same triumphant smile he wore when we moved out of our last foster home together.
We're all turning a new page.
Defiance has been damn good to us.
We've established a new chapter for our MC.
The alliance with the Iron Tornadoes is cemented.
New revenue streams are opening up every day.
And, as of tonight, we've got our very own old ladies.
Mine happens to come with an adorable boy attached to her hip, but I don't mind in the slightest. The kid's never really had a father before, and if he lets me, that's a role I know I'll enjoy playing. I'll give him everything Chaser and I never had—stability, love, and support.
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About the Author
Born in Manhattan, Olivia Rigal spent her youth going back and forth between the United States and France. She lived and studied in both countries. While studying she kept herself busy with a variety of jobs. She worked in the Clignancourt Flea Market as well as in a Parisian recording studio. In Manhattan, she was a dog groomer and an administrative assistant in a famous English auction house. Olivia settled in France to raise her family. She travelled throughout South East Asia and has a special fondness for Laos and Thailand. When her day job does not keep her busy in Paris, she runs away to write novels in her Florida home next to MacArthur Beach State Park.
In December 2012 she started publishing short novels in English as an indie.
Early 2014, she began translating them into French and in 2015 into German. The Spanish version is in the works for 2016.
Most of the stories she tells stand alone.
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Also by Olivia Rigal
Ride with The Iron Tornadoes MC
Stone Cold
Cold Burn
Cold Fusion
Hot Pursuit
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or with The Category 5 Knights MC
Chaser
Saving Belle
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Play with The Curve Masters
As He Bids
As She Begs
Lost and Found
Found and Kept
Kept and Shared
Keeping Tab
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See what’s cooking in Paris
Learning Curves 1
Learning Curves 2
Learning Curves 3
Learning Curves 4
Learning Curves (The Complete Story)
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Other books
Flirting with Disaster (with Ava Catori)
Homebound (with Shannon Macallan)
Ripped
Jade
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Français
Les Tornades d’Acier
Froid comme la pierre
Froid brûlant
Fusions froide
A chaud
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Lyv
Jade
Noël au chalet (avec Shannon Macallan)
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Deutch
Iron Tornadoes, Eiskalt
Iron Tornadoes, Brennende Kälte
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Castilaño
FRIO COMO EL HIELO - MC Tornados de Hierro n°1
FRIO ARDIENTE - MC Tornados de Hierro n° 2
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Portugu
ês
Frio Como Pedra (Iron Tornadoes #1)
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