Gearhead

by Evelyn Glass

  Suddenly, I threw myself at him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He stumbled backward, bumping into the bathroom counter, but he still caught me. His hands grabbed my ass and held me while our lips crushed against one another.

  Jasper carried me to the bed and dropped me onto the soft mattress. I’d changed into jean shorts and a loose tank top in the Honolulu airport, and less than an hour later, Jasper was undoing the button and pulling the shorts down, tossing them in the corner. He didn’t even bother to pull my panties off, he just pushed them aside.

  He trailed kisses up my thighs, teasing me, getting closer and closer to my center with each pass through. Finally, his lips pressed against me, sucking slightly, and I arched my back, lifting my hips to meet his mouth. Jasper swiped his tongue into me, and I wound my fingers into his hair, holding him to me.

  “Fuck me, Jasper. Fuck me,” I whispered.

  Dirty talk was always too much for Jasper. He moved over top of me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head with one hand. With his other, he undid his jeans and kicked them off. Then, he hesitated.

  “What do you want, Marin?” he whispered, his voice breathy and harsh against my skin.

  “I want you.” I rolled my body against him, my breasts pressing into his chest.

  He pressed his lips to my neck, to the spot behind my ear, to the corner of my mouth. “What do you want me to do to you?”

  I lifted my head as high as I could with my hands still pinned above my head and pressed my lips to his. “Fuck me.”

  In one swift movement, Jasper pushed himself inside of me. It was ecstasy. Everything I’d been craving. He slid in and out of me, moving his body in a kind of dance, rhythmically pushing me over the edge. I wanted to reach out and touch him, run my fingers down his back, grab his hair. But my hands were useless above my head. I fought against his hold, but he didn’t let go. Every time I pulled against him, he slammed into me harder, punishing me in the sexiest way possible.

  We orgasmed in every room of the house before the honeymoon was over. He tipped me over the Jacuzzi, suds running down my legs, and took me from behind. He stretched me out on the kitchen island – whipped cream dolloped over my breasts and down my midsection – and slid into me from the end of the counter.

  I stopped him in the hallway on more than one occasion, pulled down his pants, and sucked him off. We barely left the house except to have sex on the private beach, sand wedging itself into all manner of unspeakable places, and to eat food.

  “Thank God we own this place,” I said on our last day there. “I didn’t get to see any of the island.”

  Jasper laughed and popped a ripe strawberry into his mouth. “Yeah, we were a little preoccupied. We’ll have to bring Rod with us next time. That way we won’t be able to hide in our bedroom all day.”

  “That would be fun,” I said, running a hand across his toned chest. “Though, I don’t mind hiding in our bedroom all day.”

  I looked up at him. At his sharp profile and bright blue eyes. At the strand of dark hair that curled in the humidity, making him look like a dark James Dean. And I realized, not for the first or last time, how lucky I was. Jasper was mine.

  Jasper swept my hair behind my ear and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Luckily, we have plenty of time for both.”

  THE END

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  Muck: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Satan’s Cubs MC)

  Will he save my life, or just drag me back down to the muck?

  Hi, my name is Melanie, and I’m an alcoholic.

  I can’t remember a single night in the last six months I wasn’t drunk.

  It’s the only way to get through my miserable life.

  But it’s slowly killing me.

  It’s time for one last ditch effort to change things before it’s too late.

  One more shot at redemption.

  As it turns out, redemption is six feet tall and rides a Harley.

  Jax Patton is a tattooed devil with demons of his own.

  He’s trying to break the vicious cycle of his addiction, just like me.

  We find hope in each other.

  In his arms, with his kiss, I feel like maybe we can make it out of here alive and intact.

  But the world has other plans.

  And Jax’s line of work might end up being the final nail in our coffins.

  He’s a drug runner for a Colombian cartel, and they won’t be content with his half-hearted commitment.

  So he’s got two choices:

  Go all-in on their offer of drugs and violence…

  Or say goodbye to ever seeing me again.

  I finally discovered happiness in the shape of a rough, savage biker with a heart of gold.

  But will he give up everything for me?

  Gutter: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Ashes MC)

  He’ll drag me to the gutter if he gets the chance.

  He’s a devil covered in scars, muscle, and tattoos.

  A devil that took me, claimed me, and used me for his pleasure until I was screaming his name.

  A splash of ink, a tattoo, and now Alex Gordon thinks he owns me.

  I should run.

  I should get out while I can.

  But each time he touches me….

  Each time his gravelly voice rumbles in my ear…

  Shivers run down my spine.

  I know he won’t stop.

  Not until there’s nothing of the old me left.

  Not until he’s made me HIS.

  Grime: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Hangman’s Crows MC)

  He’s a dirty bastard, but he owns me.

  Micah was my first lover…

  And he’s determined to be my last.

  The bad boy is a filthy biker, an adrenaline junkie, a playboy who’s slept with just about every girl in town.

  Wrong for me in every way.

  And yet, I can’t resist him.

  When he pins me against the wall and presses his rough lips to mine, I melt.

  When he strips me and bends me however he wants, I come apart.

  But this can never work. Our worlds are too different.

  And when my ultra-conservative, religious parents find out who I’ve been spending time with, they go ballistic.

  Now, I’m about to be shipped away from the man I love.

  My family thinks they can destroy our love.

  But they should’ve known:

  Once Micah claimed me, he’d never, ever let me go.

  Raw: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Minutemen MC)

  There’s only one way I’ll do it: raw.

  DIRK

  She picked the wrong day to f**k with me.

  I have a war to fight.

  That means I don’t have time for civilians wandering around my territory.

  But I decide to make an exception for li’l miss Camila.

  It’s been too damn long since I’ve had a woman like her.

  So I’m gonna throw that tight little body on the back of my bike.

  Take her deep into my clubhouse.

  And do it the only way I know how:

  Raw.

  CAMILA

  He doesn’t just undress me with his eyes – he f**ks me with them.

  Like I’m already naked and dying for his touch.

  The truth is, he’s not wrong.

  I’ve been aching to know what Dirk feels like since the second he first threw me on the back of his bike.

  But I’ll never tell that to this sexy bastard’s face.

  Because he’s not my hero or my rescuer.

  He’s the one who got me in this whole mess in the first place…

  When he kidnapped me and dragged me into a dirty, disgusting warehouse.

 
I don’t know who he is or what he’s after.

  Well, except for one thing.

  He wants to own me…

  Completely raw.

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  Evelyn Glass is a native of northern California who currently lives in New England with her wonderful husband and their two rambunctious Corgis.

  Her favorite past times include hiking and reading near the fireplace.

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