Biker Chicks: An Anthology of Hot MC Romance
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When the cocky bastard is done gloating over what he did for me, he lays on his back and just waits for me to return the favor for him, which I do with no hesitation.
We spend the rest of the night bringing each other to the edge more times than we can count. By four in the morning, we are both sated and exhausted. I end up falling asleep on his chest, wrapped in his arms.
Chapter Five
The sun is shining brightly into the room and I roll over to see that I’m alone. Sitting up, I look around the room and see that there is no sign of tall, dark and sexy anywhere. Getting up, I make my way to find my pants and grab my phone.
Standing there naked, I check to see what the damage is. I heard it go off a few times last night, but I had more important things to take care of.
I have a dozen missed calls and a few text messages from Livie. Listening to her voicemails, I decide on not calling her back.
She mentioned something about my brother wanting to talk to me, but if he really did, he would have called me himself. Instead of worrying about him and his bullshit, I walk into the bathroom to pee and hopefully wash my face. When I walk back into the room, I see a note on the nightstand.
Had to leave. Stay as long as you want, I’ll be back in a few hours.
Ha! He really expects for me to wait around for him? He is delusional. Grabbing my clothes, I throw them on and slip on my boots. Before walking out the door, I write him a note of my own.
Thanks for a good time, but I don’t wait for men to come back.
Grabbing my phone and bike key, I make my way out the door and to my bike. Right before I can even straddle my bike, my phone starts to ring. Seeing my brother’s name on the screen, I sigh and hit the answer button. He will flip if he knew I went out even after Roper told me to go home.
“What Hunter?” I ask. I don’t want to ruin my orgasmic high by talking to my shithead brother.
“Get to the clubhouse now,” he barks.
Fuck him. I’m not doing a damn thing he tells me. “Fuck you Hunter. Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” I spit angrily.
“Shay if you don't get down here in an hour, I will come find you,” he demands. I bet he is fucking grinding his teeth right now. Fuck him.
“You’re not my father! Don’t fucking tell me where I need to be or when I need to be there. I’m a grown ass woman!” I yell at him.
“Shaylyn, I’m not fucking around right now. Get here now,” he yells back at me.
I wonder what has him all fucking riled up. “Fine,” I mutter. I hit the end button before he can even say anything else.
I’m not even going to worry about what time I get there, I’m going home to shower first.
Making my way home, I take the long way so I don’t have to drive by the clubhouse. I know if one of his men is standing outside, they will tattle on me like little bitches.
Pulling into my apartment complex, I park in my spot and kill the engine. I get a strange feeling that someone is watching me, but when I look around I don’t see anything out of the ordinary.
Making my way inside, I lock the door behind me and walk straight to my shower. Once I shower, shave and wash my hair, I feel like a new woman.
My body aches in all the right places and I know that I’ll probably never find another man who can do those things to my body.
Just thinking about what he did to my body makes me fucking horny and ready to go again.
Ugh. Pulling on a pair of worn jeans, a bra and a tee, I walk into the bathroom to fix my hair. After blow drying and curling, I apply some light makeup and grab some socks and my boots.
When I finally get out of my apartment it’s been a little over an hour. I can feel my phone vibrating in my pocket, but I don’t feel like getting bitched at by my brother right now so I just ignore it.
Ten minutes later, I pull into their clubhouse and park my bike next to my brother’s. Good to know he wasn’t going to make good on his threat. Smiling at that, I make my way inside.
The first person I see is Snake and he has a pissed off look on his face.
“What’s with the face?” I ask when I walk up to him.
He gives me a dirty look and pulls me into a hug.
“Shay, good to see you,” he murmurs, grabbing my ass.
My brother’s men are pigs, but secretly I like the attention.
Pinching his side, he lets my ass go and points over in the direction of where they have their church. “Hunter said to send you in when you got here,” he states.
He gives my ass a swat and tells me to beat feet before he comes out here all pissed off again looking for me. Saluting him with a smirk, I make my way to the church doors and give a slight knock on the door.
Women aren't allowed in this room, so I’m confused about why I’m being brought in here.
When the door opens, I see Roper standing there with a bored expression. “‘Bout damn time,” he mutters, pulling me inside.
“Shay, I told you to be here twenty minutes ago,” my brother growls from the head of the table.
“I don’t get what the big fucking deal is,” I say shrugging my shoulders.
“Sit the fuck down,” he barks out.
Roper pulls a chair out for me and I take it. I don’t feel like listening to my brother bitch anymore than I have to today. I just want to get this shit over with so I can go home and take a nap before work.
“We have a fucking problem and word just came down that you’re not safe either,” he grumbles.
I’m not safe? What the fuck does that even mean?
“I’m not safe?” I ask.
He sighs and looks over my head. I hear the door open and close, so I turn around and see him standing there looking at me in shock.
“What the fuck is going on?” I ask looking between them.
“You two know each other?” Roper asks from behind me.
I shake my head no and look over to my brother.
“Hunter?” I ask, starting to panic. “Who the fuck is he?”
Tall, dark and sexy walks over to the opposite side of the table and takes a seat across from me. He holds out his hand to me and stares me in the eye. I take his hand and he shakes it.
“I’m Maverick.” He gets a smirk on his face and slowly releases my hand and sits back in his chair, turning his focus on Hunter.
“Hunter?” I ask again.
Hunter sighs and looks at me. “Sis, this is Mav. He is a member of the Black Hills MC.”
Gasping, I turn and look at him. No fucking way. I slept with the enemy. I think I’m going to be sick. Tuning out the rest of the conversation, I try to compose myself.
I slept with someone who is my brother’s sworn enemy.
Shit, why is he even here?
To be continued...
Wild Ride Part 2 is released on March 2nd, 2016
K. Renee started writing in 2015, but has loved writing since she was young. She started writing because she couldn't get the stories out of her head, no matter what she did. She's twenty-seven years old and typically writes in her free time or on her lunch break. K. Renee works full-time and tries to go to the gym every day. She reads constantly and has hundreds of books she can't wait to start.
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