Lunchtime Chronicles: Fresh Meat
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“Well, what do we have here? Little darlin’, what in the world are you doing out here dressed like that?”
The man speaking had a commanding presence with his light brown eyes, jet black hair that was shaved on the sides but pulled back into a ponytail on top. He donned a full moustache and beard that grew down into a point at the top of his pecs. LaRue’s hands itched to braid it. His eyebrows were groomed so perfectly they reminded LaRue of a boomerang. He was sexy personified, but LaRue wouldn’t want to meet him in a dark alley. It was obvious he had a dark side that he enjoyed letting out to play. Ironically, the name Baby was patched on the front of his cut with Sgt at Arms underneath.
“It’s a long story that I don’t mind sharing later, but I need your help now. Please say you’re going to Jacksonville. If you can give me a ride, once we get there, I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”
Mr. Tall, dark and handsome moved closer to her and started circling around her trying to make her nervous. He needn’t try. LaRue was well versed in the art of biker intimidation. Her father had taught her all about the MC life.
“Fuck you say? Who do you think you are? We aren’t taking you to our clubhouse. Our Sweet Lips wouldn’t stand for it.”
Sweet Lips? Uggh. LaRue rolled her eyes. She would never think about being a club whore. They got passed around from member to member waiting for the time they would be claimed, never understanding no member ever would make them an ole lady. Who could blame them? No man wants a woman who would willingly sleep with all of his brothers. LaRue laughed at the man’s comment. The name on his cut said Matrix with Vice President underneath. He was a looker if she had ever seen one. He kind of resembled that actor that played in those John Wick movies she loved so much.
“Listen, I would love to stand here and debate with you, but the asshole that murdered my father and kidnapped me should be awake by now. I am sure he is out looking for me.”
That got their attention and fast. The man with the permanent scowl on his face, who had been leaning against his Harley stood up straight enough for her to read his nametag. Ace – President. She was in the presence of the man who took her father’s spot. She remembered his face from an encounter in a biker bar a while back. Her friend Sharon had convinced her to go out, and just her luck, the meanest looking guy in the place came over to her vying for her attention. She had blown him off, but she remembered the grin on his face afterward. Scary!
LaRue looked him up and down to assess him. She loved her father more than anyone on the planet, and he was a damn fine president for the Predators. This Ace fellow had taken his place, and she wasn’t happy about it. It had nothing to do with him, per se. She just didn’t think anyone could take her father’s place, and besides, Pops should still be there running things.
LaRue had to admit, the man was her type. If she was looking for a man, he might be on her radar. The sexy man had an athletic build and tattoos covering every inch of exposed skin, except his face. He wasn’t the most handsome in the bunch, but he could get it. Tattoos were her aphrodisiac. There could never be enough in her opinion. His bone structure fascinated LaRue. He had pointy ears, almost like an elf. LaRue thought they were adorable. They were quirky and kept him from being that perfectly handsome guy she read about in her romance novels.
His cheeks and jaw line were so well defined, they looked sculpted. The frightening way his emerald eyes probed her body would make most women nervous, but it did nothing but pique her interest. She couldn’t force herself to look away from his gaze. She was mesmerized by his brutish manner. As amazing as his eyes were, they weren’t even his best feature. The man had a pair of lips so full and sexy surrounded by this lickable moustache/goatee thingy that made her want to kiss him silly. Not to mention that permanent scowl. She had a thing for surly men. Fuck! She was in trouble if he got his hands on her.
“Who kidnapped you, darlin’? Some bastard put his hands on you? Where is he?”
The deep voice rumbled out of Ace’s chest as he looked directly in her eyes. His anger seeped out of his body and rolled down his back. Ace took a step toward her. Before she could step back, every inch of his six-foot four body was in her personal space. Without meaning to, LaRue cringed, and her body began to shake. Realizing he was scaring her, Ace took a deep breath and stepped back. He kicked himself for not being more sensitive. She had been kidnapped and was probably afraid of men, especially ones that looked like him.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, darlin’. Can you show us where you were being held? We can take care of this shit right now.”
“LaRue, my name is LaRue, not darlin’. I was being held in a cabin just up the hill. I escaped when he fell asleep. You should be familiar with him. He was a prospect for the Jax chapter at one point, but he was kicked out for violating the rules. His name is Bear.”
Realization sank in as Ace watched her beautiful lips move. Ace knew that bastard Bear and hated his ass. It would make his year to take that fucker out. Now the fates were on his side. They had sent him the beautiful woman of his dreams, and she brought with her an excuse for him to kill the bastard he hated with a passion. There was no doubt this woman was sent from heaven. She looked scraggly, but he thought she was the most striking woman he had ever seen.
He remembered that face. It was the same one that haunted his dreams nightly. The reason he refused to get into a relationship with anyone else. Ever since that first day they met in that biker bar a couple of years ago, he was unable to get her out of his mind. She, however, did not seem to recognize him. This vulnerable, yet strong, woman standing before him was Church Mouse, the former president’s adopted daughter. The one woman he had ever dared to love, even if it was from afar. She didn’t know it now, but she was his to claim.
About the Author
L. Loren holds a Business Management Degree from the University of Mount Olive. As a former call center supervisor, her desire to write lay dormant for years, until she found the courage to live her dream. She is currently based in Birmingham, AL with her loving and supportive husband.
L. Loren created her own brand of erotic romance that she dubbed LoveRotica - Love stories with an edge of sexy. Her catalog of sexy stories is self-published and available on Amazon.
Her stories and poems have been featured in magazines, and several anthologies. L. is also the curator of the Love is Color Anthology, available for free on Smashwords.
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Also by L. Loren
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Island Adventures
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Model Behavior: Kenya’s Tale (Coming Soon)
Naughty Nairobi (Coming Soon)
Walk of Fame Series:
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The Taming of LaRue
Obsession (Coming Soon)
Lady Guardians Serial:
Lady Guardians: The Wrong Side of Right
Once Upon A Villain Series:
Untangled
SinFul! (Short Story in Book 5 Anthology)
The Lunchtime Chronicles Series:
Bottoms Up
Fresh Meat
Christmas Stories:
A Phat Ash Christmas
Nona’s Bleu
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Parasol
Stormy’s All-Star Weekend
The Kitsune Tattoo (AMBW Halloween Anthology)
Club Escape
Anthologies:
Cabin Fever (Coming March 31, 2020)
‘Tis The Season for Villains
Love is Color
Shades of AMBW Halloween
Shades of AMBW Valentines
Christmas Kisses
Lovestruck