by Sam Crescent
Running fingers through her hair, she glanced up at the dark, star-filled sky and took a deep breath.
The divorce from Derek had been stressful because multiple times, he’d tried to find ways to reconcile or any loopholes surrounding the prenup. Fortunately, her parents had been sure to steer her in the direction of a good lawyer. One who had been in the family for a long time.
“Ava.”
She stopped at the sound of her name.
“Ava.”
She must have drunk way too much if she was starting to imagine people shouting her name.
Tucking her hair behind her ears, she glanced behind her and was surprised to see Smokey heading her way. His long strides captured her attention.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“There’s no way a pretty woman like you should be walking all alone by herself.”
She groaned. “You really don’t have to do this. Honestly, I’m super fine.”
“Well, let me take your super-fine ass home.”
Ava rolled her eyes. “Seriously? I’m not going to have sex with you.”
Smokey smiled, and it nearly knocked her right off her feet. “Now that I wasn’t expecting. I’m not after sex, sweetheart. I just want to know you got home safely. I’m being a gentleman.” He frowned.
“Not used to the feeling?”
“I’m not used to a woman turning me down.”
She laughed and reached out to stroke his leather cut. “It must be the jacket. Do you get cold in the winter?”
“It’s not the only cut I wear.”
“Ah, I see.”
“You seem to know your way around a biker.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Not really. Kind of hard not to understand it. President, boss. It’s leather and all your BFFs back there were wearing one.” She shrugged. “Not hard to deduce.”
“Are you always this adorable?”
“Nope.” She made the p pop. “It’s the drink.”
“Now that’s a shame. Let me walk you home.”
“And you’re not expecting sex?” she asked.
“Not everything is about sex.”
No, not with her. “I get it.” She started to walk again, pushing some of her hair off her face. No matter how much time she spent trying to tame her blonde locks, they always had a mind of their own. She more often than not just pulled it back into a ponytail or a messy bun. Right now, she was frustrated with it.
“What do you get?”
“I saw the way some of the other single women at the bar were looking at you. The way they were dressed. Sex with them would be far more enjoyable.” She licked her lips as Smokey grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him.
“I’m sensing this asshole of an ex did a number on you,” Smokey said.
“What makes you think that?”
“It’s a hunch. I’ve never met a woman who would so willingly put herself down.”
“You’ve got that all wrong, biker boy. I’m not putting myself down. I’m a realist, and it’s what we do. I’m not the kind of person men think of having sex with. Not the dirty kind anyway.” She shrugged. “It’s a fact.”
“Really?”
“Really.” She offered him a smile. “I’m not offended.” She began to walk again.
“Then please tell me, Ava, why it is that my dick has been hard as fucking rock since I saw you at the bar? And I’ve wanted you from that moment.”
She stopped and turned toward him, shocked. There was no way she’d heard that.
****
Hunter had wanted fresh meat. It was the only reason Smokey had decided to go to Ryan’s Place. There was plenty of free, willing pussy of all ages back at the clubhouse. He hadn’t been out for a short time, and with Ugly Beast spending more time at home with Abriana and the baby, and the shit that went down with the mafia, he was bored.
He needed something to excite him.
No new deals had come through for him. He’d only gotten a single phone call from Sebastian Drago about a possible meetup with the head of the mafia, but he’d so far declined.
His club didn’t need the money, nor the heat. They made their money in several different ways.
The moment he’d entered the bar, he’d checked out the blonde sitting on her own. Her hair was fucking wild with so much curl to it. Instantly, he’d wanted the locks spread across his pillow. Once he sat beside her and caught sight of her pretty face, he’d wanted to fuck her.
Every single part of her body called to him. Fat, juicy tits, hips he could hold on to, and those thighs. He wanted them wrapped around his waist as he pounded her cunt.
In fact, he wanted it all.
Rather than say that, he’d gotten talking. Now, he’d never been a jealous man, but whatever her ex-husband had done to her, Smokey wanted retribution. This woman had no reason to be saying the shit she was.
“Is this supposed to get me into bed?” she asked.
“I’m not trying to get you into bed.” He closed the distance between them. Ava stood firm, not shrinking back, and he found that incredibly hot. Grasping her hand, he tugged hard until she fell into him. He placed her hand right over his dick.
“We’re out in the open.”
“Do I look like I give a fuck what people think?” he asked. With her hand directly over his cock, he smiled. “Now, do you question what I want?” he asked.
She licked her lips, and he couldn’t help but groan.
“That mouth would look good wrapped around my dick.”
“You’re saying this stuff to distract me.”
“No. I’m saying what I think. It’s a habit.” He reached out, cupped her cheek, and ran his thumb across her bottom lip. “You really have no clue the kind of things I want to do with you.”
“This is crazy. You don’t know me.”
“Don’t need to know a person to want them, Ava.” He tilted her head back. “I’m guessing your ex-husband didn’t teach you that.”
Instantly, she shut down. She removed her hand and stepped back. “I need to get home.”
“Do you love your ex?” he asked.
She stopped and turned toward him. “No. I don’t.”
“Did you ever?”
“What is with the twenty questions?” she asked. “I don’t know. You shouldn’t be putting my hand on a body part, or asking so many personal questions. It’s rude.”
“It’s how I get to know a person.”
“Then you really do need help. I’m not the one to help you.”
She started to walk again, and for a few seconds, he admired her round ass. After a few seconds, he fell into step beside her.
“You don’t need to do this.”
“I think it’s time we establish something here, babe. I do whatever the hell I like when I like. No one tells me what to do.”
“Must be nice to have that kind of power.”
He smiled. “Anyone can have it.”
She folded her arms and didn’t ask him any question. The minutes ticked on by and all he got was more and more curious about her.
The divorce. The asshole ex-husband.
“What’s your full name?” he asked.
“Not happening. You think I haven’t seen those horror movies where the girl gives away all the dirty details?” She shook her head. “Not happening. I’m not that stupid.”
He laughed. “I didn’t say you were.”
“You’ve got my first name. That’s more than enough.”
“I’m going to go out on a limb here and say you’re not used to being hit on.” He watched her reaction. She merely stayed looking straight ahead. “With the imprint of the ring, you’ve been married for some time. You’re a sweet-looking kind of woman. I’m guessing your first real relationship ended in marriage.”
This made her stop. “What’s your point?”
“You didn’t get used to men flirting with you. You don’t think you’ve got it in you for men to want to flirt with you.”
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nbsp; “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No? Then how many men have you fucked?”
She burst out laughing. “You really think I’m going to tell an absolute stranger?”
“I know people. I’ve gotten to where I am today by knowing what people are thinking. What’s going on in their head at every single moment. I know you, Ava.”
“No, Smokey. You don’t know me at all. I just want to walk home in peace and quiet, and you’re not giving me that.”
“How old are you?” he asked.
“A woman never tells.”
“I’m guessing late twenties.”
“You’re close.”
“Thirty.”
She nodded.
“So, you’re a thirty-year-old woman. Moved to a small town. Recently divorced because you caught your ex cheating on you. You don’t have much experience with men, and you’re nervous around them.”
She began laughing again. “I’m not nervous around you.”
“Exactly.”
This made her stop and frown. “You’re not making any sense. You know that, right?”
“A woman who knows men would know to steer well clear of me. Instead, you talked to me at the bar as if it’s a regular thing between the two of us.”
Ava stared at him. Her face a complete blank.
He couldn’t read her, and he wanted to know what was going on in that head of hers.
“If this is your way of trying to warn me away from you, you’re doing a really bad job of it,” she said.
“On the contrary. I’m trying to fuck you, Ava,” he said.
She didn’t stop walking. He stayed beside her, step by step.
The silence stretched on, the minutes gradually building.
They were getting close to some houses, and he saw them coming even closer, which would mean he’d have to part with her if that was where she lived. He didn’t like the thought of leaving her alone.
“Is that all you want?” she asked. “Sex?”
“Is that a deal-breaker?”
She came to a stop. Her hand went to her forehead as she shook her head left and right. “I’m so confused right now. We’re talking in riddles. It must be the alcohol, but I’m not going to agree to anything.” She smiled at him. “It was a pleasure to meet you.”
Her speed picked up, and he found her so utterly adorable. The way she moved and talked. He liked it.
Every woman he’d come across either gave him a withering stare or thrust their tits in his face. He was used to more women throwing themselves at him, begging for his mark. They wanted the bragging rights to have taken the president of the Hell’s Bastards MC. It was fun until it had stopped.
Now he used women to scratch an itch. He had a feeling Abriana was to blame—the woman he’d arranged to marry one of his men. She’d distracted him. He wasn’t attracted to her in any way. It was what she represented to the club, to Ugly Beast. The brother with the ugliest-looking face had been able to find true love. They now had a newborn daughter and every time he saw them, he witnessed a whole new lot of possibilities. Did he want that? Women had yet to prove they were worth his time. All he’d ever been was disappointed in them and by them.
They walked toward one of the few houses on the outskirts of town. It explained why she didn’t mind the walk. It wasn’t too far to the bar.
She stopped at the gate of a sweet-looking house. Small, but it just screamed hers.
Ava turned toward him. “Thank you for the walk home.”
“Can I see you again?”
“I don’t even know if I’m going to remember this conversation, Smokey. It was nice to meet you.” She held her hand out and he frowned.
Taking hers within his own, he shook her hand. She smiled at him. Her eyes were a beautiful, bright green. Her lips begged to be kissed.
He was never the kind of man to let an opportunity pass him by. Pulling her close, he gripped the back of her head and slammed his lips down on hers. She gasped, parting for him, and he plundered inside.
She moaned as he deepened the kiss.
Running his hand down her back, he cupped her generous ass. He knew it would be the perfect fit for him. Her body was made for him and him alone, and damn it, he wanted to fuck her, hard. To consume every single part of her.
This went against everything he stood for. Smokey stepped back. “Good night,” he said.
Her lips were swollen, and she didn’t say a word. She turned on her heel and walked up to her home. He saw her hand raise to her lips as she fit the key into her lock. After she looked back one last time, she was inside her house.
He waited until he heard the locks click into place, which they did.
Spinning on his heel, he saw Hunter waiting for him.
“We were going to the bar for me? Why is it you got the pussy, as did Brick and Kinky?”
“You’re becoming way too picky.”
“Oh, bite me. You know as well as I do you took the best fucking pickings.” Hunter looked back at the house. “You willing to share?”
“Hell the fuck no.”
He’d shared women with Hunter in the past, but with Ava, he didn’t even want to consider it.
“Whatever. One hot woman and you won’t even share. When did you get so spoiled?”
He chuckled. “I guess having a club work their asses off for me.”
Hunter rolled his eyes. “Who is she?”
The kiss had been good for two things. One, he got to feel those plump lips on his, which was more than fine by him. He wanted to kiss her a hell of a lot more. Two, distracted from the kiss, she’d forgotten all about her purse.
A gentleman wouldn’t look inside. But Ava wouldn’t tell him her full name.
Walking beside Hunter, he opened the purse and flicked it open.
Hunter had his cell phone out with the flashlight.
Ava Sinclaire. Well, he was going to get to know everything there was to know about this woman.
“Club pussy or just some fun?” Hunter asked.
“Time will tell.”
Pocketing her purse, he listened to Hunter bitch and moan all the way back to Ryan’s Place.
Several of the cars had already disappeared from the parking lot. The club’s presence had a tendency to do just that. They had the power to send people running. Load of pussies.
Entering the bar, he saw Ryan cleaning a couple of glasses.
“You know why I’m here,” he said.
Ryan put the glasses down. “I know, and I got everything for you in the back.”
Kinky was already rounding the bar, grabbing Ryan by the scruff of his neck. “Then why don’t you show us?”
The rest of the clientele left. Rumors would be running rife, but if everyone knew what was good for them, they’d keep all the real details private.
End of sample chapter
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