by Jolie Day
“Yes!” she cried out. “Yes! Yes!” He thrust again and again and again, shoving her closer and closer to that edge. “Oh God, yes!”
And then, suddenly, he stopped, his body pulling away from hers even as she reached out for him, attempting to pull him back. She moaned and whined and practically sobbed, begging him to return to her. But he just got further and further away.
“Please,” she husked, the throbbing between her legs becoming almost unbearable. “Please come back!”
*****
It was still dark when Avery James awoke, sweaty and panting. Her long, auburn locks stuck to her forehead and neck like a second skin and she brushed the hairs away from her in frustration with one hand as the other tore the blankets from her lower half. It was too warm for covers, anyway, she thought as she extracted herself from the plush, queen-sized hotel bed. But she'd always needed something covering her body in order to sleep, ever since she'd been a child.
But you're not a child anymore, a chastising voice whispered in her ear, wrapping around her like her mother's arms used to. You're grown. Act more grown. Avery nodded and subconsciously straightened her spine, closing her eyes for a long moment and then opening them, as if waking up for the second time. She felt the calmness of the room surround her for a long moment, before a distant honk made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Avery swallowed thickly as she turned toward the window at the back of her room and saw the flicker of light peeking between the drapes.
It wasn't morning yet; she knew that much. But here, there was really no night. The city moved twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. There was no darkness anywhere; at least not in Manhattan. Perhaps, she should have sprung for one of the outer-boroughs—Queens or Brooklyn or the Bronx, even. But Manhattan ... Manhattan was the city that never sleeps. Avery had learned that the first night she'd gotten here, checking in at half past one in the morning, ready to sleep for days, just as a pair of colorfully dressed women walked past her in the opposite direction, wiggling their fingers at the doorman as he let them out.
Just watching them stumble out had given Avery heart palpitations. She'd never been allowed to go out this late at night back in Illinois. Her father had worried after her safety, even though nothing had ever happened in their tiny farm town. No girls ever went missing in Greenfield, as far as she knew. But he'd kept her on a short leash, using that cliché "as long as you live under my roof" line. Sometimes, she wondered if her father had escaped from some fifties sitcom. Her mother had never been like that.
Not that Avery remembered much of her mother. The woman had died when she was eight and she didn't have any older siblings around to tell her stories. Her father didn't even like to say her name and her uncles never came to visit. She didn't even know if she had any grandparents or great aunts or uncles on her mother's side. If her father had family other than her, he'd never said anything.
Avery wondered what he thought of her leaving. She was over twenty years old, after all, so there wasn't much he could do about it. And he didn't have any money with which to find her. Hell, until last week Avery never even had a cell phone. She wasn't in need of one back in Illinois. Their town was so small that her father could call her name on one end and she'd hear him all the way on the other side.
Besides, there was nobody else that she needed to call besides her father. She didn't have much in the way of friends back in Greenfield. She'd hung out with some of the kids in high school, bonding over their desire to get away from their rural Illinois life and to just be free from the usually barren farmland. In high school, everybody was eager to start their lives anew somewhere else. After graduation, however, half of her “friends” had ended up pregnant or married and on their way to being pregnant. The other half had either gone to college or decided to stay in town and work on their parents' farms or help out in their local shops.
Avery had been one of the few students in her class of fifty to go to college more than an hour away from home. She'd chosen Northwestern—which had offered her the best scholarship, by far—and attained two degrees in three years. The first was in business and the second was in economics. She figured one of those degrees would have to take her somewhere and prayed that place would be out of the reach of her overbearing father. Daniel James had visited her every weekend he could get away from his own grocery store, making sure that his child was eating every day and able to afford everything she needed for her classes. More often than not, he was there to convince her to leave college altogether and come home with him.
"Hank Grayer has been waiting on you," he told her once. "He said you'd make a fine wife if you'd just come home and give him a chance. I think he's right."
Avery didn't have any interest in Hank Grayer.
"There's also Mason McCreery; he's a handsome young man, ain't he? And his father gave him six acres for his graduation.”
She had no interest in Mason McCreery either. Both were boys that she’d gone to high school with and both were the kind that needed their mothers to set them up with “nice” girls, because they weren't charming or confident or smart enough to find wives on their own.
Her father eventually gave up attempting to talk her into marrying one of the “nice young men” and started luring her into blind dates instead. Which is when she made the decision to leave.
It took over a year to save up enough money from her job at the market for a plane ticket and a month’s stay at the very hotel she was now standing in, but it had all been worth it. Because she was here, in the city she’d dreamed of her whole life.
Pushing apart the drapes, Avery blinked down at the cars that raced by on the streets and the lights that twinkled all around. Advertisements, shop signs, and even traffic lights added to the ambiance. Despite the noise that enveloped her all hours of the day, Avery didn't regret her decision to leave at all. She could deal with the honking, the street vendors yelling, and even the construction down the street. To her, this was far less oppressive than the stillness of Illinois.
She had two more weeks of this before she'd be forced to head back home. She had paid in advance for the room and had some cash saved up for food, but everything else she had would go toward another plane ticket home if she couldn't land a job before her time ran out.
Looking out at the sparkling, car-filled wonderland in front of her, Avery prayed it wouldn't come to that.
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„Outlaw;
Hell’s Seven MC Biker Romance”
by Jolie Day;
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June 2017
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
About this Novel
Outlaw: Hell’s Seven MC Biker Romance
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
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br /> Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
