Dropkick My Heart: Powerhouse M.A. Series

by Winter Travers

  I pressed her against the wall and thrust in and out of her warm pussy. “You would think since I just fucked you, this would take a while.”

  She hummed and closed her eyes. “You would think that.”

  “But your fucking pussy was made for me, and I’m pretty sure I’m ten seconds away from filling that pretty pussy full of my cum.”

  She stopped moving, and her eyes snapped open. “You don’t have a condom on.”

  “No.”

  She looked down at my dick, and then back up at me. “I’m on the pill. Are you clean?”

  “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be inside you right now.”

  She blushed and shook her head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think yo—”

  “Stop. I would have been surprised if you didn’t ask. You want me to get a condom, or can I keep fucking you?”

  She bit her lip and eyed my pants on the floor. Her eyes cut to me, and she leaned in, pressing a kiss to my mouth. “Fuck me, badass ninja.”

  I shook my head and chuckled. “I’m gonna get cards with that on them. Kellan Wright, Badass Ninja.” I pulled out, then slammed back into her.

  Molly closed her eyes and threw her head back. “Make sure they say Property of Molly Rey,” she added.

  “Fuck yeah,” I growled.

  She ground her pussy into me, and I fucked her hard and wild against the wall. Molly was my perfect match, and I was never going to let her go.

  A moaned ripped from her lips, her pussy gripping me as she fell over the edge and called my name. Her body sagged against me, her face buried in my neck, and I poured my cum into her, claiming what was mine, and vowing never to let her go.

  “Mine,” I shouted.

  Molly Rey was mine.

  **********

  Molly

  “Ew.”

  “Ew? What do you mean, ew?” Kellan asked as he shoved a french fry into his mouth with a wad of mayo on it.

  I curled my lip and cringed. “You just dipped your french fry into mayo.”

  He grabbed a fry and dunked it into the pool he had in front of him before shoving it in my face. “Ack! Get that away from me.”

  Kellan shoved it in his mouth and wagged a finger at me. “That’s not what you were saying half an hour ago.”

  I ripped off a hunk of my burger and rolled my eyes. “I’m pretty sure if you were to dip your dick in mayo and wave it in my face, I would say the same thing.”

  Kellan’s eyes bugged out, and he choked on the fry he was chewing. He took a sip of his soda and shook his head.

  “Embarrassing?” I asked,

  “No, funny,” he chuckled. “Stop thinking you’re embarrassing, Molly. I’m going to take you over my knee every time you think that.”

  Hmm, that was going to be something I was going to have to work on. Embarrassing and me go hand in hand. Although, from what Kellan said, I was just me. I mulled it over, thinking about everything Kellan had said, and then everything he had done to my body, and decided he must be telling the truth because honestly, that man had stamina like no other. If he wanted to spend his time with me, showing me just how un-embarrassing I was, then who was I to complain.

  “Kellan Wright thinks I’m pretty cool,” I sang out as I balled up the wrapper from my cheeseburger and walked to the garbage can.

  The sexy as hell smile that made my panties melt spread across his lips. “He sure fucking does, and he plans on showing you all over again just who you belong to.”

  “Again?” I gasped. After he had fucked me against the wall, I had managed to order some burgers for much-needed sustenance, before Kellan decided I needed to be convinced again how un-embarrassing I was before the food even came. I had come all over his tongue again, and by the time the food arrived, I was a blubbering, bliss-filled mess.

  “Still gotta break your bed in, Cookie.”

  Oh crap, Kellan Wright really did like me, and he had plans to fuck me into next week. “I can barely stand,” I pointed out as I leaned against the wall.

  Kellan smirked and dunked the last of his fries in the offensive mayo. “Then, it’s a good thing you won’t need to stand, and I plan on doing all of the work.”

  I sighed and wrapped my arms around me. “You don’t fight fair, Kellan.”

  He winked at me, and my heart fluttered. “I never do, Molly. I wanted you, and now you’re mine.”

  I certainly was, and honestly, I was damn happy Kellan didn’t fight fair. He wanted me, and who was I to argue with a badass ninja?

  The End

  Coming Soon

  Love on the Mat

  Book 2 in the Powerhouse M.A. Series

  Hadley

  Life isn’t fair.

  Hadley James learned early on in life the easy path was not in her future, and the past six months have been a testament to that. Losing her sister and getting guardianship of her nephew have knocked her world off its axis with no one there to help.

  She takes the only job she can find to pay the bills, but it doesn’t exactly make her feel like the motherly type. Slinging cocktails ‘til two o’clock in the morning, then waking up four hours later to get her nephew out the door, leaves little time for anything but work and sleep.

  Struggling to find a way to make ends meet, all Hadley wishes for is a normal life for her nephew, and a full night’s sleep for herself.

  Is that really too much for a girl to ask for?

  Tate

  Life is damn good.

  Tate Holten co-owns a successful karate studio, has a gorgeous house, a brand new car, and the freedom to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. Life couldn’t have dealt him a better hand.

  Although, spending most of his time at Powerhouse leaves Tate with little social life, and lately, he’s been looking for something different.

  Something or someone to share his life with seems to be the only thing he can’t have.

  Constantly searching for that one special thing leads Tate to Hadley, and he instantly knows she’s what he has been looking for.

  Tate just wants to save Hadley and give her everything she needs, but Hadley isn’t looking for a handout from some stranger who watches her every night. Creepy much?

  Tate is faced with his biggest challenge yet of convincing Hadley he isn’t some creeper looking to land in her bed for one night. But will Hadley give him the chance, or will Tate have to take love to the mat to prove to Hadley he’s just what she needs?

  About the Author

  Winter Travers is a devoted wife, mother, and aunt turned author who was born and raised in Wisconsin. After a brief stint in South Carolina following her heart to chase the man who is now her hubby, they retreated back up North to the changing seasons, and to the place they now call home.

  Winter spends her days writing happily ever after’s, and her nights zipping around on her forklift at work. She also has an addiction to anything MC related, her dog Thunder, and Mexican food! (Tamales!)

  Winter loves to stay connected with her readers. Don’t hesitate to reach out and contact her.

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  Dive into the First Chapter of Loving Lo

  Loving Lo

  Devil’s Knights Series

  Book 1

  Winter Travers

  Chapter 1

  Meg

  How did just stopping quickly to get dog food and shampoo turn into an overflowing basket and a surplus pack of paper towels?

  “Put the paper towels down and back away slowly,” I mumbled to myself as I walked past a display of air fresheners and wondered if I needed any.

  “Oh dear. Oh, my. I… Ah… Oh, my.”

  I tore my thoughts away from air fresheners and looked down the aisle to an elderly woman who was leaning against the shelf, fanning herself. “Are you ok, ma‘am?”

  “Oh dear. I just… I just got a little… dizzy
.” I looked at the woman and saw her hands shaking as she brushed her white hair out of her face. The woman had on denim capris and a white button down short sleeve shirt and surprisingly three-inch wedge heels.

  “Ok, well, why don’t we try to find you a place to sit down until you get your bearings?” I shifted the basket and paper towels under one arm to help her to the bench that I had seen by the shoe rack two aisles over. “Are you here with anyone?” I asked, as I guided her down the aisle.

  “Oh no. I’m here by myself. I just needed a few things.”

  “I only needed two things, and now my basket is overflowing, and I still haven’t gotten the things I came in for.”

  The woman plopped down on the bench chuckling, shaking her head. “Tell me about it. Happens to me every time too.”

  “Is there something I can do for you? Has this happened to you before?” She was looking rather pale.

  “Unfortunately, yes. I ran out of the house today without eating breakfast. I’m diabetic. I should know by now that I can’t do that.” My mom was also diabetic, so I knew exactly what the woman was talking about. Luckily, I also knew what to do to help.

  “Just sit right here, and I’ll be right back. Is there someone you want to call to give you a ride home? Driving right now probably isn’t the best idea.” I set the basket and towels on the floor, keeping my wallet in my hand.

  “I suppose I should call my son. He should be able to give me a ride,” the woman said as she dug her phone out of her purse.

  I left the woman to her phone call and headed to the candy aisle that I had been trying to ignore. I grabbed a bag of licorice, chips, and a diet soda and went to the checkout. The dollar store didn’t offer a healthy selection, but this would do in a pinch. The woman just needed to get her blood sugars back up.

  I grabbed my things after paying and headed back to the bench. I ripped open the bag and handed it to the woman. “Oh dear, you didn’t have to buy that. I could have given you money.”

  “Don’t worry about it. I hope if this happened to my mom there would be someone to help her if I wasn’t around.”

  “Well, that’s awfully sweet of you. My names Ethel Birch by the way.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Ethel. I’m Meg Grain. I also got you some chips and soda.” I popped opened the soda and handed it to Ethel.

  “Oh, thank you, honey. My son is on the way here, should be only five minutes. You can get going if you want to, you don’t need to sit with an old woman,” Ethel said as she ate a piece of candy and took a slug of soda.

  “No problem. The only plans I had today was to take a nap before work tonight. Delaying my plans by ten minutes won’t be a problem.”

  “Well, in that case, you can help me eat this licorice. It’s my favorite, but I shouldn’t eat this all by myself. Where do you work at?” Ethel asked as she offered the bag to me.

  “The factory right outside of town. I work in the warehouse, second shift.” I grabbed a piece and sat down on the floor. If I was going to wait for Ethel’s son to show up, might as well be comfortable while I waited for him.

  “Really? Never would have thought that. Figured you would have said a nurse or something like that. Seems like you would have to be tough to work in a warehouse, sounds like a man’s job.”

  I laughed. “Honestly, Ethel that is not the first time I have heard that, and it probably won't be the last. You need a certain attitude to deal with those truckers walking through the door. I have an awesome co-worker, so he helps out when truckers have a problem with a woman loading their truck.”

  “Sounds like you give them hell. My Tim was a trucker before he passed. I know exactly what you are talking about.” Ethel took another drink of her soda and set it on the bench next to her.

  “Feeling better?”

  “Surprisingly, yes. It’s a wonder what a little candy can do. How much do I owe you?” Ethel asked as she reached for her purse by her feet.

  “Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad that I was here to help.”

  “Mom! Where are you?” Someone yelled from the front of the store.

  “Oh good, Lo’s here. You’ll have to meet him.” Ethel cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled to him she was in the back.

  I started getting up off the floor and remembered I wasn’t exactly as flexible as I use to be while struggling to get up.

  “Ma, you ok?” I was halfway to standing with my butt in the air when his voice made me pause.

  It sounded like the man was gurgling broken glass when he spoke. Raspy and so sexy. Those three words he spoke sent shocks to my core. Lord knows the last time I felt anything in my core.

  “Yes, I’m fine. I forgot to eat breakfast this morning and started to get dizzy when Meg here was nice enough to help me out until you could get here.” Ethel turned to me. “Lo, this is Meg, Meg this is Lo.”

  Oh, lord.

  I couldn’t talk. The man standing in front of me was… oh, lord. I couldn’t even think of a word to describe him.

  I looked him up and down, and I’m sure my mouth was hanging wide open. I took in his scuffed up motorcycle boots and faded, stained ripped jeans that hugged his thighs and made me want to ask the man to spin so I could see what those jeans were doing for his ass. I moved my eyes up to his t-shirt that was tight around his shoulders and chest and showed he worked out.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I worked out. Did walking to the mailbox count as exercise? Of course, I only remembered to get the mail about twice a week, so that probably didn’t count.

  His arms were covered in tattoos. I could see them peeking out from the collar of his shirt and could only imagine what he looked like with his shirt off. Tattoos were my ultimate addiction on a man. Even one tattoo added at least 10 points to a man’s hotness. This guy was off the fucking charts.

  My eyes locked with his after my fantastic voyage up his body, and I stopped breathing.

  “Hey, Meg. See something you like, darlin’?” Lo rumbled at me with a smirk on his face.

  Busted. I sucked air back into my lungs and tried to remember how to breathe.

  Lo’s eyes were the color of fresh cut grass, bright green. His hair was jet black and cut close to his head with a pair of kick ass aviators sitting on top of his head. He was golden tan and gorgeous. The man was sex on a stick. Plain and simple.

  “Uh, hey,” I choked out.

  Lo’s lips curved up into a grin, and I looked down to see if my panties fell off. The man had a panty-dropping smile, and he wasn’t even smiling that big. I would have to take cover or risk fainting if he smiled any bigger.

  “Thanks for looking after my ma for me. I’m glad I was in town today and not out on a run,” Lo said.

  Ok. Get it together Meg. You are a 36-year-old woman, and this man has rendered you speechless like a sixteen-year-old girl. I needed to say something.

  “Say something,” I blurted out. Good Lord did I just say that. Lo quirked his eyebrow, and his smirk returned.

  “Ugh, I mean no problem. I didn’t do that much. No problem.” I looked at Ethel while Lo was smirking at me; Ethel had a full-blown smile on her face and was beaming at me.

  “You were a life saver, Meg! I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t here.” Ethel looked at Lo and grinned even bigger. “You should have seen her, Lo. She knew just what to do to help me. I could have sworn she was a nurse the way she took charge. She’s not, though, just has a good head on her shoulders and decided to help this old lady out.”

  “That’s good, Ma. You got all your shit you need so we can get going? I got some stuff going on at the garage that I dropped to get over here fast.”

  I took that as my cue to leave and ripped my eyes off Lo and bent over to get my basket and paper towels.

  “Yes son, that’s my stuff right here. I just want to get Meg’s number before she leaves.”

  “Why do you need my number?” I asked, as I juggled my basket and towels.

  Ethe
l grabbed her purse off the ground and started digging through it again. “Well, you won’t let me pay you back for the snacks you got for me so I figured I could pay you back by inviting you over for dinner sometime. So, what’s your number, sweetheart?”

  “I don’t eat dinner,” I blurted out. I was going to have to have a talk with my brain and mouth when I got home. They needed to get their shit together and start working in unison so I wouldn’t sound like such an idiot.

  “You don’t eat dinner? Please don’t tell me you're on a diet.” Lo said as he looked me up and down.

  “No,” I said. Lord knew I should be.

  Lo and Ethel just stared at me.

  “So, no, you don’t eat dinner?” Lo asked again.

  “Yes. I mean no, I’m not on a diet. Yes, I eat dinner. I just work at night, so I meant that I wouldn’t be able to come to dinner.” I looked at Lo and blushed about ten shades of red. “Why is this so hard?”

  “What’s hard, sweetheart? Can’t remember your phone number? I can barely remember mine too. Don’t worry about not being able to make it to dinner; I can have you over for lunch. You eat lunch right?” Ethel asked with a smirk on her face. Lo had a full-blown smile on his face, even his eyes were smiling at me. That smile ought to be illegal.

  I could see where Lo got his looks from. With Lo and Ethel standing next to each other, I could totally see the resemblance. Especially when they were both smirking.

  I had to get out of here. I’m normally the one with the one-liners and making everyone laugh, now I couldn’t even put two words together.

  “Lunch would be good.” I rattled off my number, and Ethel jotted it down.

  “Ok, sweetheart, I’ll let you get your nap. I’ll give you a call later, and we can figure out a day we can get together.” Ethel shoved the pen and paper back in her bag and leaned into me for a hug.

  I awkwardly hugged her back and patted her on the shoulder. “Sounds good. Have a good day, Ethel. Uh, it was nice meeting you, Lo,” I mumbled, as my gaze wandered over Lo again.