Tempting Country: Ruthless Sinners MC
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Tempting Country
Ruthless Sinners MC
L. Wilder
Tempting Country
Ruthless Sinners MC Series- Book 6
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L. Wilder- All rights reserved.
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Contents
Prologue
1. Country
2. Kiersten
3. Country
4. Kiersten
5. Country
6. Kiersten
7. Country
8. Kiersten
9. Country
10. Kiersten
11. Country
12. Kiersten
13. Country
14. Kiersten
15. Country
16. Kiersten
17. Country
18. Kiersten
19. Country
20. Kiersten
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Volume 1
1. Menace
2. Parker
Prologue
Growing up, I was a bit of a chubster and not one of those cute, rosy-cheeked kids with a little extra meat on their bones. I was fat—at least in the eyes of all my friends at school, and we all knew how it went for the fat kid. They tended to be the butt of all the jokes, and some were brutal like “Hey, fatty-fatty, two by four. Can’t fit through the kitchen door,” or “You’re so fat, you need a map to find your dick.” One of my all-time favorites was “You’re so fat I bet your nose doesn’t even run.”
The teasing and taunting were tough at times, and I couldn’t deny that it got to me. As much as I tried not to let it, those words cut deep. I had a short fuse, and there were some days when I struggled to keep my rage under control. Those were the times when I’d go down to the basement and wail on my ol’ man’s punching bag. The older I’d gotten, the more time I’d spend down there. When my dad figured out what I was doing, he came downstairs and asked me, “You wanna tell me what’s going on with you?”
“I’m just having a bad day, Dad.”
“Any particular reason why?”
“I’m done with all the bullshit.”
“What bullshit?”
“You know.” I slammed my chubby fist into the punching bag. “I’m sick of everyone running their mouth about me.”
“I see.” He gave me one of his looks. “You can’t let them get to you, Son.”
“That’s easy for you say. You aren’t a fatass like me.”
“But I was. I’ve been where you are, and I remember how tough it can be.”
Looking at him now, it was hard to believe my father was ever overweight. Hell, I bet there wasn’t an ounce of fat on the man, but I could tell by the sound of his voice he was being completely honest with me. Feeling completely defeated, I told him, “I’m just so tired of it. Why can’t I just be like everyone else?”
“You are, Son. You’re just carrying a little extra weight.” He reached over and gave my shoulder a fatherly pat. “You’ll grow out of it. As soon as your growth spurt comes along, you’ll slim down and—”
“I’ve been waiting on this stupid ‘growth spurt’ forever.”
“It’ll come.” I wanted to believe him, but at that moment, I felt like the whole world thought I was a fucking loser. I just needed a break—a moment to collect myself and forget all the crap people said about me, so I was relieved when my father said, “You know, everyone needs a day—a day to wallow and feel sorry for themselves, but only a day. After that, you gotta stand up and face the music.”
I didn’t respond. I just stood there and listened to my father. “The way I see it, you got two choices: you can continue to be the target of all the jokes, or you can be the one who cracks them first. In other words, you gotta beat everyone to the punch.”
“I don’t know.”
“When I was your age, I went for the latter, and I got pretty damn good at it. I have no doubt you will, too.”
“I’ll try.”
“That’s all I’m asking.”
Afte
r thinking about everything my father said, I decided to do like he’d done and be the first one to crack the jokes. It wasn’t always easy. There were times when I wasn’t sure I could do it, but in time, I got pretty good at poking fun at myself. Whenever someone would give me a disgusted look, I’d give them a wink and pat my belly. “It takes a body like this to contain me and all my fucking personality.”
If I was at a party and trying to play it cool with the ladies, I’d say something like, “Yeah, I know I’m fuckin’ sexy. Why don’t you come over here and get you some?”
I poked fun at everything and anything, and little by little, the disapproving looks started to fade. The kids at school began to back off with the fat jokes. As time went on, I began to grow taller and taller, and like my father had assured me I would, I started to slim down.
After spending a summer working out at my grandparents’ farm baling hay and cleaning out stalls, I developed a few muscles to boot. In a few months, I went from the round, dumpy kid to a tall, lean, fighting machine. My transformation didn’t go unnoticed. It seemed everyone had something to say about it, but I never let it get to my head.
I might’ve lost the weight, but I was still me.
I still had my sense of humor.
I still had my short fuse, too.
Just like the blood running through my veins, they were a part of me.
Together, they made me the man I am today.
Country—a Ruthless Sinner through and through.
One
Country
After a week from hell, I went over to Dunkin’s for a cold beer. It wasn’t a place I went to that often. When I wanted a beer, I’d typically hit Stilettos or the clubhouse, but tonight, I wasn’t just looking to have a drink or two, I wanted to get smashed. I hadn’t let myself get down in the dumps for months. Thinking back, it had almost been a year. I had no reason to, considering things were going well, really well, but I needed a night—just one single night to blow off some steam.
I was having a pretty decent go of it when the front door opened, and every head turned, including mine, to watch a beautiful brunette saunter up to the counter. I didn’t think I’d ever seen the chick before. Hell, I would’ve remembered a beauty like her. She was wearing a black top that fit snug around her breasts with a pair of loose-fit carpenter jeans and boots. Her long, wavy hair was down around her shoulders, and her neck and wrists were covered in jewelry, making her look like a gypsy or one of those hippie chicks on TV. She ordered a drink, and even though she had her choice of any seat in the house, she came over and sat down next to me.
Usually, when a beautiful woman approached me, I’d lay on the charm, toss out a few of my renowned “Country-isms”, and do my best to get in her pants, but tonight, I wasn’t in the right mindset—not even for a smoking-hot chick like her. I just wanted to kick back and sulk alone with my beer, but after a few brief moments, she leaned towards me and asked, “Tough day?”
I shrugged. “Yeah, you could say that.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It is what it is.”
I continued to drink my beer while she sipped on her Blue Hawaiian. After ordering herself another, she looked over to me and asked, “Do you happen to know of a hotel or something nearby? I really need a place to stay tonight.”
She could’ve easily asked the bartender, but she asked me. Had it been any other night, I would’ve taken that as a sign and told her she could stay with me, but instead, I simply replied, “There’s a Hampton right around the corner.”
“Okay, great. I’ll give it a try.” I could feel her eyes on me as I picked up my bottle and took another drink. I was slouched down with my elbows on the counter, picking at the label on my beer, giving out every sign that I wasn’t interested in talking, but that didn’t stop her from asking, “You from around here?”
“Yeah, you could say that.” For the first time since she sat down, I turned to face her, and damn, something about the way she was looking at me had me reconsidering my earlier plan of ignoring her. I casually straightened my posture, then cleared my throat before asking, “You?”
“No, I’m just passing through on business.” Before I could ask her what kind of business, she added, “But if things go well with my meeting tomorrow, I’ll be coming here quite a bit. Do you have any suggestions on places I should visit while I’m here?”
“You could always check out my place,” I replied with a playful wink. “It’s actually not far from here.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yep... just around the corner.” I let my eyes slowly roam over her delicious curves. “You should definitely come by sometime. I guarantee you won’t regret it.”
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” A sexy smirk crossed her face as she looked down at my left hand. “I see you aren’t married. What about a girlfriend?”
“Nope. No girlfriend. What about you? You got a fella?”
“No, I’m afraid not.” She took another sip of her drink. “I don’t have time for a relationship right now.”
“I see.” I studied her for a moment. “So, you’re in town for business. You got no place to stay and no boyfriend. What about a name? You got one of those?”
“Let’s not do that.”
“Do what?”
“Let’s not do the whole exchange names thing. Let’s just keep it as two strangers who met in some random bar one night.”
While I was a little surprised by her request, I was also equally intrigued by it. I knew nothing about the beautiful woman sitting beside me, and she knew nothing about me—not even that I was a member of an MC. Since I was planning on having a bender, I’d left my cut at home and wore a basic pair of jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt, so we were on an equal playing field. “Okay, suit yourself.”
“I must say, you seem oddly familiar ... like I’ve seen you somewhere before.”
“If we’d met, you would remember me. I can promise you that.”
“I have a feeling you’re right about that.”
We continued to flirt back and forth for almost an hour, and no lie, I was really starting to like this chick and had a feeling she felt the same about me. She was facing me, and we were sitting close—extremely close while her legs intertwined with mine. I’d ordered us both another round of drinks, but we were so focused on each other that neither of us had touched them.
I also noticed that she couldn’t keep her hands off me. First, she’d casually touch my arm and then my thigh. I was doing the same to her, making it clear that we had some major sexual tension building between us. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I have to say I’m kind of surprised you don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Oh? And why’s that?”
“You’re handsome. You’re smart. Seem like a nice guy. I mean...” Her brows furrowed for a moment, and then her eyes widened as if she’d had some grand epiphany as she gasped. “Ooohhh.”
“Oh, what?”
She sounded like she felt sorry for me. “You’re not very good in bed, huh?”
“What?”
“It’s okay. I’m sure you try and all that, but ...”
“Hold up!” I roared. “What the fuck makes you think I’m not good in the sack?”
She shrugged. “It’s the only plausible explanation.”
“The hell you say! I’m damn good in bed! Hell, I’d fuck you up one side and down the other ...” I was about to get on a real tear when a mischievous grin crossed her face. “Ah hell, you’re just fucking with me, aren’t ya?”
“Yeah, maybe just a little,” she answered with a flirty tone. “Thought I’d get a little rise out of ya.”
“That’s just wrong,” I fussed. “Can’t believe you’d do me like that.”
“I’m sorry.” She winked at me and inched a little closer. “I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Mm-hmm.” It was at that moment I realized she was interested in more than just a little smalltalk. She was intereste
d in a lot more, so I leaned in closer and whispered, “Well, just so we’re clear ... I meant it when I said I’m good. I’m damn good. Hell, I’d fuck you right out of those boots and have you begging for more.”
A spark of lust flashed through her eyes. “You sound pretty confident there.”
“Only because I am.”
“You going to back up those words or what?”
Without responding, I took her hand and led her to the back of the bar. As soon as we made our way down the dark hallway to the bathrooms, I stopped, pulled her over to me, and slammed my mouth against hers, drawing her in closer as I kissed her with everything I had. She didn’t resist.
Instead, she wound her arms around my neck and kissed me back. Need surged throughout me like a fucking wildfire as she eased her hips forward and started grinding against me. It was all I could do to keep from taking her right there in the hallway. Realizing I was on the brink of losing control, I stepped back and broke our embrace.
I looked back to the bar, noticing a few customers who were still lurking around. Not wanting to take any chances on us being seen, I pulled her into the women’s restroom and locked the door. My eyes never left hers as she slipped her arms around my neck. “I’ve never fooled around in a public bathroom before.”
“First time for everything, baby.”
A wicked smile swept across her face as I drew her in closer and pressed my mouth to hers. This kiss was different. This kiss was filled with a hunger that matched my own. Her body melted into me as her tongue brushed against mine, and then it was over. I’d taken all I could. I dropped my hands to her waist and started to unbuckle her jeans. “You good with this?”