“Who were you gonna call?” the sexy as hell biker asks me.
He’s tall, thin but muscular. I felt his muscles beneath his t-shirt as I held onto him. Abs. Real abs. Not like the boys I go to school with. No, this is a man. He looks rough, rugged, and mean, but sexy as sin all at the same time.
“My brother,” I murmur.
“Yeah?” he asks before slipping his hand into his pocket and pulling out his phone, handing it to me. I take it from him and look from it to his dark brown eyes.
“Call’em,” he grunts.
I don’t hesitate.
“Andy?” I ask when he picks up the phone.
“Hattie?”
“I need a ride home,” I whisper. He asks me where I am and when I tell him Bonners Ferry, he starts screaming into the phone.
“Stop shouting,” the stranger says after he takes the phone out of my hand.
“I’ll keep an eye on her until you get here. She’s warm and safe, at the Notorious Devils clubhouse,” the stranger says. I don’t know what it means, Notorious Devils clubhouse. My brother must, because the stranger’s eyes turn black before he speaks.
“You better calm your shit before you get here, partner.” Without listening for my brother’s reply, he ends the call. “Your brother’s a dick, sweetheart.”
“Yeah,” I agree, nodding my head.
Andy is a dick, but he’s dependable and reliable and he’ll drive the hour to get me without telling mom and dad. Sure, he’ll make sure I pay him back somehow, but his payback is less than mom and dad’s punishment would be.
“How long’s he gonna take to get here?” the stranger asks, his dark eyes roaming over my body. I shiver when they meet my eyes and I watch him smirk.
“An hour or so,” I whisper. He smiles before he takes a step toward me.
His phone rings and he steps away from me for a while as he talks to whoever is on the other end. I am not where I should be, I should be at home, and I should be tucked into bed. This has to be the absolute worst night of my life. Luckily the stranger stays on the phone for at least thirty minutes and I sigh out an exhale of relief. Andy will be here soon, so soon, then I can go home and stop allowing Willa to drag me into her crazy shit.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” he murmurs as he steps into my space and tucks my long hair behind my ear. I look up into his eyes and gasp at the darkness swirling in them.
“Hattie,” I whisper as he bites his bottom lip.
“Gorgeous,” he whispers before his lips touch mine.
I gasp when one of his hands grabs my ass. He chooses that moment to slide his tongue into my mouth. He’s warm and the stroke of his tongue is firm. He’s not sloppy, like the boys I’ve kissed. He’s not unsure—no, he is controlling this kiss. Controlling me. I lift my arms and wrap them around his neck, pressing my body closer to him while I tangle my tongue with his. I feel the vibration of his chest before I hear the moan that escapes his mouth into mine. His other hand tangles in my long hair and grips it tightly.
“You should get out of my room,” he mumbles against my lips. Yet, he makes no move to untangle himself from my body. I don’t want him to, either. I want more of his lips on mine. More of his hands gripping me tightly.
His lips crash against mine again and the hand on my ass moves up to my waist and slowly works its way under my shirt to my bra. I’ve never let anybody touch me before, but I want him to. When his fingers curl around my breast, I inhale as my body shivers beneath his touch.
“Need to fuck you, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my neck between kissing and licking my skin.
I freeze.
What in the…
“Ummm,” I say, unsure of how to respond. Who says that? He’s known me all of two seconds.
“Let me in, baby,” he mutters before he sucks on my neck.
I quickly step away from him, my chest heaving and my body filling with fear. Why did I come in here with him? Why did I kiss him? I shake my head, knowing the answer to that. He’s hot, and bad, and a man, and he looked at me like I was a woman, not a child.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? You got at least ten more minutes before your brother gets here,” he shrugs. It makes my stomach roll.
Ten minutes.
He wants me for ten minutes, and then I’ll just be that girl he fucked once who was waiting for her big brother to give her a ride home. I shake my head before I quickly adjust my shirt.
“No,” I shake my head.
No way am I telling this guy that I’m a virgin. No way am I telling him that he’s the first guy to put his hand up my shirt. He’s a man, he’s hot, but no way am I embarrassing myself any further.
A loud pounding on the door interrupts us and I’m completely grateful. He swings the door open and there’s a huge bear of a man that fills up the doorway. He’s huge and hairy. He looks like a giant grizzly bear.
“Your girl’s brother is here,” he rumbles. My eyes widen. Holy shit, Andy is going to freak the fuck out at me being alone in this stranger’s room.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Andy shouts, pushing past the grizzly bear man and into the room.
Andy is tall, wide, and built like the college football player that he is. I look like a teacup poodle next to him. Though our hair and eyes are identical, other than that, we are completely opposite. I watch as his green eyes go from the hot stranger to me and then back.
“Just hangin’ out until you got here,” the stranger smirks as he throws his arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his side.
“Hands off my sister,” Andy grinds out.
“Or what?”
“I’ll call the cops, you asshole,” Andy warns. The guy laughs.
“I didn’t do fuck all,” he says between his chuckles. I don’t tell him that he killed a man right in front of me. In fact, I don’t say a word.
“My sister is sixteen, you idiot,” Andy growls. The man beside me stops laughing. He looks down on me for confirmation and I nod once. Immediately, his heat leaves me and he takes a step away.
“Get the fuck outta here, girl,” he grinds out. He looks so dangerous, so menacing, so unbelievably hot.
I can’t move.
Andy grabs my hand and pulls me; but as my feet move, my eyes stay pinned to the handsome devil of a stranger. His angry eyes don’t leave mine until we’re out of each other’s sight. Andy doesn’t stop dragging me behind him, and once I’m in the car and we’re safely on the road, he grills me. I tell him nothing of the convenience store, the murder I heard, or the way the man kissed me, owned me—made me want so much more than I have ever wanted.
I keep his kiss a secret.
A memory for just me.
Something special that I can think back on fondly.
I’ll probably never see him again; I don’t even know his name. But that doesn’t stop me from putting my fingers against my lips and thinking of him.
MEN OF BASEBALL SERIES—
Pitching for Amalie
Catching Maggie
Forced Play for Libby
Sweet Spot for Victoria
RUSSIAN BRATVA SERIES—
Owned by the Badman
Seducing the Badman
Dancing for the Badman (July 25, 2016)
Living for the Badman (Winter 2016)
Protected by the Badman (2017)
NOTORIOUS DEVILS MC—
Rough & Rowdy
Rough & Raw
Rough & Rugged (Fall 2016)
Rough & Ruthless (2017)
Rough & Real (2017)
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As an only child, Hayley Faiman had to entertain herself somehow. She started writing stories at the age of six and never really stopped.
Born in California, she met her now husband at the age of sixteen and married him at the age of twenty in 2004. After sixteen years together, he’s still the love of
her life. Hayley’s husband joined the military and they lived in Oregon, where he was stationed with the US Coast Guard, before they moved back to California in 2006, where they had two little boys. Recently, the four of them moved out to Hill Country in Texas, where they adopted a new family member, a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.
Most of Hayley’s days are spent taking care of her two boys, going to the baseball fields for practice, or helping them with homework. Her evenings are spent with her husband and her nights—those are spent creating alpha book boyfriends.
My Husband —The man whose endless support is unwavering. What would I do without you by my side? My biggest cheerleader and my best friend. Thank you babes. Always.
My mom— How do I thank the woman who is everything? The words THANK YOU are not enough. Ever. I appreciate the way you love me, and the support you’ve always given me. Thank you for always, always being the best.
Rosalyn— There are no words. God brings people into our lives for a reason, when we need them the most. Our friendship is a true testament of that and I will forever be thankful and grateful.
Nisha — My sister from another mister. Thank you for always being my friend, for the past eighteen years of laughs!
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