by L. Wilder
I knocked on his door and listened as he stalked across the room. It took him a minute to answer, but I was waiting for him when he opened the door. His eyes widened when he saw me standing there, and he opened his mouth to speak. But before he had a chance to say anything, my fist rammed into the side of his face, forcing his head to lurch back. Mike was a big dude. He could have easily fought back and won, but he knew he was in the wrong. He should’ve never spoken to Henley about club shit, and it could’ve have cost him a lot more than a blow to his thick head.
He took a minute to collect himself before he said, “I’m sorry, Maverick. I fucked up.”
“If you fuck up like that again, I’ll have your patch,” I warned.
“Understood, brother. It won’t happen again,” he promised.
“Cotton is calling church. We’ve got news,” I told him. “We’re going to need you to gather up all the intel you can find on the King Pythons Syndicate in Anchorage, Alaska.”
“Is that them? Are they the ones that killed Skidrow?”
“Yeah, but Cotton has more. We need to get over there before they start,” I told him as I turned to leave.
By the time we showed up, everyone had found their place at the meeting table. Cotton told them everything Stitch had uncovered, and we discussed our next move. It would take some time, but if we played our cards right, this whole mess could be over soon.
Chapter 28
Henley
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IT’S BEEN ALMOST a week since I got out of the hospital, and I was about to go insane. At first it was so endearing and romantic to have the man I loved looking after me. It meant so much that he put everything else aside to be there with me. It was absolutely wonderful… for about two days. Then, it started to drive me crazy. He was so attentive… too attentive. I was feeling better – so much better, and I didn’t really need him under my feet every stinking second. My head didn’t even hurt anymore, and the bruises on my face were almost gone. I was being an ass. He was there for me when I needed him, and it wasn’t right for me to find him so… annoying. I just wanted him to get back to being Maverick, my Maverick. I couldn’t even fix a cup of coffee without him coming over to scold me for being out of bed. It’s driving me up the freaking wall. If he didn’t stop all this nonsense, I was going to have to hurt him… seriously hurt him!
On top of all of his doting, he had a new obsession. He was determined to find us a house, and it was exciting… at first. I couldn’t wait to find a place for us to start our lives together, but he’d become totally neurotic about it. He’s constantly on my computer searching for new listings, looking for the perfect place for us to live. I honestly didn’t care what house we chose. I just wanted to be with him, and nothing else really matters.
“What about that place on Glenwood Drive? You think four bedrooms will be big enough?” Maverick asked.
“Four bedrooms is plenty. There’s only two of us, you know.”
“For now,” he said as he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Yeah, well, for now, it’s plenty big,” I snapped at him as I put my book down beside me and started to get off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
I let out an exasperated sigh and said, “I’m going to get some lunch. And, no. I don’t need any help.”
“So you’re feeling better?” he asked as he closed the laptop.
“Yes. I’m fine, Maverick,” I said as I stood in front of him with my arms crossed. “I’m not sore. I don’t have a headache. Most of my bruises are gone. I think I’m going to live, so please just chill out,” I told him sarcastically.
“So you’re all better,” he snickered.
“Yes!” I spouted off, but the minute I caught sight of the sexy smirk on his face, I knew I was in trouble.
“Is that right? I’ve been waiting to hear that,” he mocked.
“Maverick…” I warned.
Mischief danced in his eyes as he took hold of my arm and pulled me down across his lap. “Do you know how hard it’s been waiting on you hand and foot? You are not a good patient,” he taunted as his hand whipped through the air and landed on my ass.
I squirmed in his lap, trying to wiggle out of his hold as I screeched, “Maverick! I can’t believe you just did that!”
“Baby, I’m just getting started,” he said as he gently ran his hand over my backside. “I wondered how long you were going to milk this whole thing. I never thought of you as such a faker,” he teased.
“Milking it? Are you kidding me?” I shouted defensively, turning back to face him.
His eyes sparkled with lust as his hand lifted and then popped against my ass for the second time. “Faker!”
“Have you lost your mind?! Stop! That hurt!” I screamed, but my laughter didn’t make me sound very convincing. He knew he wasn’t really hurting me. His hand gently grazed over my butt, and I knew he was about to strike again. While his hand was in the air, I managed to twirl myself around, straddling my legs around his waist. I slipped my hands around his neck as I said, “You can stop now. Consider my punishment received.”
“I don’t know about that. I’m not sure that you’ve learned your lesson,” he said smiling. Damn, I loved that sexy smile. I dropped my hands down to his shoulders as I slowly rocked my hips against the growing bulge in his jeans.
“It’s been a week,” I pleaded.
Seconds later, Maverick had me pinned to the bed with my back against the mattress and his knees at my sides. As he hovered over me, an intense look crossed his face. It was there, plain to see, his feelings for me written across his face. He stared at me in silence for just a moment before he said, “I love you, Henley Gray.”
There’s nothing better than having the one person that you love most in the world look at you the way he was looking at me and saying those words out loud. It made my world stand still… holding me in that moment, making me want to stay there locked in his arms forever. I never thought I’d find a love like this, and now that I have, I’ll never let it go.
“I love you, Logan. More than you know,” I whispered. He lowered his mouth to mine, and kissed me, slow and gentle, showing me just how much he really meant the words he’d said to me.
He released my hands just long enough to ease my t-shirt over my head, then slowly began nipping and sucking along the length of my neck as I tried to unbuckle his jeans. He lifted his hips as I slid them down his thighs. When they reached his ankles, he kicked them to the side of the bed. His fingers slipped into the sides of my cotton shorts, and quickly tugged them down my legs. He hovered over me, the warmth of his body fueling my need for him, and I could see that he wanted this just as much as I did. Unable to wait a minute longer, I reached down, gently taking his cock in my hand, and guided him inside of me. A low groan vibrated through his chest as he thrust deeply inside me, filling me completely as I cried out in pleasure.
I rocked my hips against his, enjoying the feeling of having him inside of me again, as I dragged my nails across his back. He withdrew a little, and then thrust back inside again and again, harder and faster with each stroke. I gasped with each retreat, eagerly awaiting his next invasion. The sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room as he quickened his pace.
“Oh god, Logan, you feel so good,” I gasped as his relentless rhythm ignited a desire inside of me that would never go away. I lifted my ass, meeting every thrust of his hips, as the muscles in my abdomen began to tighten. My orgasm was slowly building, making my body quiver beneath him.
He lowered his face to mine and whispered, “That’s it, baby. Don’t hold back,” before his lips crashed down against mine. My fingers dug into his hips as my climax took over, making it impossible for me to move. He continued to grind his hips against me as I clamped down around him forcing him to chase his own release. A deep growl shook through his chest, and with one final thrust, he came inside me. With a cocky grin on his face, he held himself over me, hovering between my legs as he stay
ed planted deep inside me.
His warm hands slid across my shoulders, soothing me as I tried to catch my breath. I inhaled deeply as a satisfied smile slowly crept across my face. I looked up to him and said, “You can punish me like that anytime.”
Chapter 29
Maverick
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Three months later
I PULLED MY bike behind Cotton and waited for Dallas to get Dusty’s helmet on. The loud rumble of motorcycle engines surrounded me as I looked around the town square. I was amazed at the crowd that showed up for the event. There were over six hundred people lining the streets and another two hundred on bikes. I never expected to have such a huge turn out when I suggested having a charity run for children with Down’s syndrome. I had gotten the idea when Dallas started having issues with her insurance company and mentioned how quickly Dusty’s medical bills were adding up. I thought this might be a way to help her, and other families with children like Dusty, but I never imagined it would turn into something this big.
The run would last about six hours, and I planned to take Dusty along with me. I knew he wouldn’t be able to make the entire trip, but I wanted him to have the chance to see some of this for himself. He was the main reason we decided to do this, so he should be here to enjoy it. Dallas finally had him ready to go, and he was busting with excitement. His little eyes sparkled with eagerness as he looked around at all the people, but Dallas was determined to get all of her rules in before she released him to me. She was going over all of her last minute warnings when I noticed Henley standing in the crowd. She was now wearing my name on her back, and she stood there smiling as her hands rested on her small round belly. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was everything to me and in that moment, everything became clear to me… it was right there all along. I got off my bike and she smiled at me as I walked over to her.
“I finally see it.”
“What?” she asked.
I laid my hand on her pregnant belly and said, “I finally see my silver lining.”
The End
Excerpt of Summer Storm after Acknowledgements
Dusty was just a character in a book, but the struggles he faces are real. There are so many excellent programs available to children and adults with Down’s syndrome, but I wanted to let you know about a wonderful center that is located in my area. CS Patterson Training Center provides services for children and adults with a variety of challenges, and helps families learn to cope with the obstacles they may face. The CS Patterson Training Center provides access to group homes and employment opportunities for adults and early intervention for children. They work hard to provide their clients with a sense of independence, and people in the community have been great to support them. Unfortunately, each year the state has their typical cutbacks, and the center has faced some financial struggles. They do so much to help, and it would be awesome if you would check out their webpage. Thanks so much.
CS Patterson Training Center:
www.pattersontrainingcenter.com
Acknowledgements
Followed by an excerpt of Summer Storm
I would first like to thank my mother for all of her help and support with my writing. I wouldn’t have been able to do any of this without her. Thank you for being such an awesome mom.
I would also like to give a special thank you to my new PA, Amanda Faulkner. I’ve heard authors brag about their PA’s, but I really had no idea what I was missing until I met Amanda. She’s always one step ahead of me, and I don’t know how I ever made it without her. Posts, teasers, blogs…. It never ends. Thank you so much, Amanda!!
Marci Ponce is awesome! I truly wouldn’t know what to do without her. She continues to push me as a writer and accepts nothing but the best with each and every book. Thank you so much for always being there and sharing your talent with me. You are truly an MC guru!
Danielle Deraney Palumbo is a true life saver. There are just no words to describe how thankful I am that you agreed to take the time to help me with Maverick’s book. With everything that you have going on, you still managed to find the time to help me. Thank you so much. You are amazing!
I would also like to thank all of my readers. I have loved all of your comments and posts. I am floored every time I see one of your comments about liking my books. You have all been so supportive, and your comments always leave a smile on my face. When my life gets a little crazy, your kind words have given me the encouragement I’ve needed to continue on.
My Wilder’s Women Street Team is amazing! Thank you all for your support. It means so much to me that you continue to help me with reviews and posting all of my teasers. Elizabeth Thiele, Neringa Neringiukas, Dawn Bryant, Mary Orr, and Rosetta Wagers are such a huge help to me. I am always amazed each time I see one of my teasers or my links that they have shared. Thank you for taking your time to help me. It means more than you will ever know.
I have been very blessed to have so much support from such a great group of women.
Sue Banner, Erin Osborn, Patricia Ann Blevins, Sherri Crowder, RB Hilliard, Keeana Porter, Terra Oenning, Danielle Palumbo, Kimberely Beale, Michelle Modesitte, Cora Brent, Trish Hash, Paula Rae, Jennifer Davidson, Michele Presley, Stephanie Page Sager, Lisa Menn Siegler, Race Crespin, and Brandy Kennedy, you guys never fail to make me smile with your amazing reviews and kind words!! Thanks so much for taking the time to read my books. Your reviews and comments mean so much to me!!
I want to give a special thank you to Monica Langley Holloway for all your help with creating my teasers and banners. You are so creative, and I truly appreciate you taking the time to help me.
Jordan Marie, you’re an amazing author and friend. Thank you for all of your encouragement! You’re always there with that extra little push that I needed to see me through. If you haven’t had a chance to check out her new book, Claiming Crusher, then you are missing out. Go grab it!
Ana Rosso, my dear friend, I hope you have enjoyed this book. Even though you are hundreds of miles away, you are like my personal cheerleader. I hope Maverick lived up to all of your expectations. You are such a wonderful friend!!! Keep on rocking chickeroo!!
Summer Storm
A Satan’s Fury MC Romance Series
Summer Storm
A Satan’s Fury MC Romance Series
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Maverick
There are things that happen in our lives that mark us forever. That change us in ways that we don’t even understand. One chance meeting and fate casts her irrevocable spell. They say what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger, and that God doesn’t give you more than you can handle. Unfortunately, those are just words, and they don’t change shit.
I thought I had a good life, one I could be proud to call my own. My club meant the world to me, and I was proud to have them as my family. I knew I could depend on my brothers, and honestly they were really all I’d ever needed…. until I met Hailey. She was beautiful, smart, and sexy as hell. The woman
captivated me…. Then she ripped my beating heart from my chest.
The hurt she caused cut me to the core. Her web of lies had had a catastrophic effect on my life and everyone else’s she had come in contact with, but she wasn’t around to see it. She wasn’t around to see how her choices had affected so many people. No… she was gone. Gone from all of our lives forever, leaving me and mine and everyone that loved her in her wake, picking up the pieces of her betrayal.
This is my brother Guardrail’s story. As VP, he was the one chosen to rectify the damage Hailey and her deceit had caused the club. He thought it would be simple – find the culprits and deal with them accordingly. He wasn’t prepared for the storm that ensued… none of us were.
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Chapter 1
Allison
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“PARKER, ANY LEADS on a contractor yet?” My boss asked gruffly as he leaned against the doorway of my office.
I jumped in surprise, torn from my wayward thoughts and flustered by the sudden unwelcome intrusion.
“I have several I’m looking into now, actually,” I replied with feigned confidence. It wasn’t entirely true; I had really only focused on one.
“Well… let’s get a move on it. The plans should’ve been finalized weeks ago,” he said with a heavy sigh. I could tell he was guarding his words to hide his frustration. Normally it drove me nuts when Neil micromanaged me, but this time even I had to admit he had good reason. He had finally agreed to let me take the lead on a major project, and I had lost my focus. It was so unlike me. I normally got totally lost in my assignments. It was always so liberating. I loved putting my all into a worthy cause, and I had finally gotten the perfect opportunity to do just that.
“I need to have a full proposal with your chosen contractor by the end of the week,” he asserted. He was done being polite, and I knew I’d be in hot water if it wasn’t done on time.