Series: Kings of Mayhem MC #3
to make a huge mistake.
And when I say huge, I mean, approximately ten inches’ worth of mistake.
But after the week I’d had, this was just what I needed. A night of big bad
mistakes with a big bad biker.
Finding out your boyfriend is a cheating loser is a real buzz kill. Finding out
you’re actually the other woman, is devastating. Call it temporary insanity,
but I decide the best way to get over the loser I’d dated for two years is to
get under a biker with tattoos, dimples and a hard body he knows how to use.
He’s going to make everything better with numerous mind-blowing orgasms. But
just for one night.
Except one faulty condom means my one-night stand isn’t so one-night after all.
After a night of insane sex, the beautiful blue-eyed brunette gave me the slip.
And even with all the women on offer afterwards, I can’t get her off my mind.
So when she turns up at the Kings of Mayhem MC compound I’m quick to give her a
second night of amazing sex and crazy orgasms. But this time, I’m not ready to
let her go.
There’s just one problem— she’s not interested.
But if she thinks she’s going to give me the slip again, then she’s got another
thing coming. I know she is keeping a secret from me but I don’t care what it
is. I want her and I’m going to make her mine.
book three in the Kings of Mayhem MC series.
waited for his breathing to calm, I took a moment to marvel in the bulk of the
man lying on top of me. My fingers slid across golden skin colored with a
collage of intricate pictures, symbols and words. My palm curved around strong
deltoid muscles that were well-rounded and powerful. He was big. Strong.
Lethal. And probably not interested in
being the father of my baby.
made me shift uneasily beneath him. I had to get out of there. I needed to be
alone to collect my thoughts and find my senses. I wiggled and Caleb rolled off
me. I thought he would let me go but he didn’t. Instead he turned my face
towards him and kissed me hard on the mouth.
leaving. I sat up and began looking for my panties on the floor. Finding them
wedged under the corner of the bed, I slipped them on and began hunting for my
you going?” He asked.
you always running away from me?” He said, an amused sparkle in his eyes. “Will
I see you again?”
and looked at him over my shoulder. “Do you want to?”
and I was momentarily taken back by how beautiful it was.
beautiful he was.
darlin’, I don’t want you to leave.”
looking for my skirt. “I have to leave. I have things to do.”
skirt in a tangle with my shirt at the foot of the bed.
let me give you a ride home.” He sat up.
can call a cab.” I stood up and slipped my shirt on.
letting you take a cab.”
off the bed, unfazed by his nakedness, and began looking for his boxer shorts.
I paused to drink in the fine display of his muscular body and his still
swollen manhood swinging between his powerful thighs. It was obvious he took
very good care of his body.
on his jeans and by the time I had buttoned my blouse and found my phone and
shoes, he was fully dressed and securing his wallet chain to his jeans.
no point arguing.
opened the bedroom door, I mentally braced myself. I wasn’t looking forward to
the walk of shame through the clubhouse. But the hallway was quiet and the
clubhouse was still. Sometime in the night the music had stopped and the party
had wound down.
I entered the bar, the stench of last nights partying hit me like a bat to the
face and I had to hold my breath. The
bar was littered with snoring bikers and the odd club girl asleep where they
had passed out. Bottles lay scattered and spilled everywhere. Stale booze and
body odor were ripe in the air. Caleb took my hand and led me through the mess,
stepping over discarded bottles and sleeping bodies. Musty smoke glittered in
the dusty rays of sunlight bursting into the room from a window above the
room, an older biker was quietly having sex with a large, partially dressed
woman up against the pool table. His jeans were down around his ankles and his
eyes were closed as he lazily rocked into her. The slap, slap of her large
wobbly boobs against the pool table broke the stillness of the morning.
away, a naked woman lay slumped at the base of a stripper pole with everything
open and on display. She hugged a half-spilled bourbon bottle and snored
loudly. As we passed by her, Caleb shook his head and grabbed a discarded shirt
from a nearby chair to cover her.
alright?” I whispered.
that’s Candy. It’s not the first time she’s passed out there and it won’t be
people. This was Caleb’s world. And it reeked of bad choices. Nausea roiled in
the pit of my stomach and I barely made it outside in time before losing the
contents of my stomach.
you okay?” Caleb asked, coming up behind me.
for him to give me a moment as another wave of nausea washed over me and I
too much?” he asked when I finally straightened and walked over to him. “I
don’t remember you being drunk.”
head. “I didn’t drink a thing.”
me a helmet. “Are you okay to ride? Or do you need a minute?”
over to a row of motorcycles parked alongside the clubhouse. His was a big
black beast with lots of chrome gleaming in the early morning light.
climbed on, he touched my hand. “Are you sure you’re ok?”
brightly but it was fake because I felt weird. Out of place. I didn’t belong
fine.” I said, very aware that I needed to get out of there. I did up my helmet
and climbed onto the back of his bike. “Lets ride.”
writes contemporary romance about rockstars, bikers, hockey players and
everyone in-between. She believes true love never runs smoothly, and her
characters realize this too, with a boatload of drama and a whole lot of steam.
her happily ever after in Australia where she lives with her husband, daughter
and a dog named Bindi.