Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition by Elizabeth Knox (top 5 ebook reader txt) 📕

“Mmm.” I tipped my head to allow better access for the kisses that were raining along my neck and shoulder.

“Wake up, baby.” The rumble of a familiar voice had me slowly blinking and trying to focus on where I was. Drowsy still, I rolled over, and a sultry grin curled my lips as I saw the sexy bearded man lying next to me.

“What an awesome dream,” I said as dream-me reached out to stroke the soft beard of the man I’d lost my heart to. “At least dream-you isn’t mad at me.”

He chuckled. “I wasn’t mad at you, Hailey. I was just operating under a foolish misconception. I’ll explain it when you’re fully awake.”

“Mmm, okay. Well, since we’re dreaming together, you should make love to me.” I gave him a sleepy smile.

“Oh, I should, should I?” he asked with humor in his voice. I nodded decisively.

“Absolutely.”

His beard tickled over me, and I gave a shiver and a giggle. He slowly pulled the bedding back to expose me to his heated stare. Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to my abdomen, then raised his blue gaze to mine. “Forgive me?”

“Of course. Thank you for saving me,” I murmured as my fingers sifted through his soft hair. This was easily one of the best dreams I’d ever had.

“Always. Any time you need rescuing, I’m your man. I just hope there’s no need for that ever again.”

“Mmm,” I replied as I raked my teeth over my bottom lip. Dreams were amazing, and what I really hoped was that I didn’t wake up too soon.

The heat of his mouth blew over my skin before his lips drew my nipple in and suckled. Gripping his hair tightly in my grasp, I moaned as he teased first one breast, then the other.

With each touch, I lost myself to the dream-Luke, happy to leave the worries of the night behind me in my consciousness.

When his thick length slid into my soaking wet core, I threw my head back and sighed. He sucked on the side of my neck, marking me as his before he thrust deep. That was when I realized I wasn’t sleeping.

“Luke!” I gasped, wide-eyed with worry.

He paused with his face buried in my shoulder. “Yeah?” he asked in a strained tone.

“Oh my God! I thought I was dreaming!”

“Well, I’m pretty much a dream come true.” He groaned into my neck as he stroked slowly in and out.

“Luke!”

“What?” he rasped before lifting his head to look me in the eye.

“You were hurt! I don’t know if this is a great idea,” I argued, trying to carefully extricate myself.

“It was barely a flesh wound, I promise,” he replied through gritted teeth. Not believing a word he was saying, I gave him a side-eye. When he continued to stare intently at me, I gave in.

Maybe it had started in my mind as a dream, but it sure as hell ended as the real deal. The man knew how to work what the good Lord gave him. By the time we were done, we were both breathless and perfectly sweaty.

“Look at me,” he said as he gently tipped my jaw in his direction.

“Yeah?” I asked, panting in satisfaction.

“I fucking love you.”

“Way to be romantic,” I said as I giggled and raised my head to look at him. “But I love you too.”

“We’re gonna figure all this shit out,” he said as he rose up to lean over me and pressed a kiss to my swollen lips.

I raised my hand to cup his face. “Okay.”

There were still a few unknowns, but I believed that with the two of us together, anything was possible.

The Biker’s Second Chance

A Second Chance RomanceNicole James

1 Green

Shane and I stare down at the security footage on the laptop in the clubhouse IT room, which is about the size of a walk-in closet. Its footage from last night’s open party, something we have about once a month.

I lean closer. “Who is that?”

“Is that a Road Runner tattoo?” Shane asks, frowning.

“I don’t know. You’re the one doing her.”

“I don’t know who that is.” Shane runs a hand down his jaw, a sly smile on his face. “God, I love being a biker.”

“Oh, oh, oh.” I point at the screen. “That’s Angeline, dude. You banged Angeline. Put ‘er there.” We exchange a high five.

“Wait. Is that you?” he asks. “Who are you with?”

“Desiree.”

“Who’s she?”

“One of Sonny’s newest strippers.”

“Nice.” We fist bump.

“Fast, hot women with no strings, that’s all I care about.” The words leave my mouth, but it’s a lie even I don’t believe anymore, and I swear to myself I’m done with those cheap, easy lays. I need to find myself a good woman, an ol’ lady like the ones most of my brothers have found. Problem is I just don’t travel in the circles where I meet those kinds of women.

“Bro, look.” Shane bats my arm, and points to the laptop.

“Wait. Who are those people?” I ask, noticing more bodies filling the screen, wondering if I missed something when my mind drifted.

Shane frowns, leaning closer. “I have no fucking idea.”

“Fuck. Is that the new female Deputy Sheriff?” I ask.

He pulls back. “That is a big pile of naked.”

I watch, making a face. “That is some wild shit right there.”

The door is thrown open, and Cajun leans his head in. “Hey, what’re you doing?”

Shane slams the laptop shut. “Nothing.”

Cajun moves into the small space, closes the door, and says in a low conspiring voice. “Okay, listen, are we gonna talk about the orgy we had last night?”

“What?” I swallow.

“You were there?” Shane asks.

“Hell, yeah. I banged the new Deputy Sheriff.”

Shane stands and shoves out of the room.

Cajun calls after him. “Where’re you goin’?”

“Two’s company. Three’s a nightmare.”

I stare up at Cajun. “Did you want something?”

“Yeah, we’re leavin’ out soon.

I stand and move toward the door.

“Where’re you goin’?” he asks.

“To have a smoke. What’s it to ya?”

I walk out and through the clubhouse, where several of my