Wanted: An Outlaw Anthology

by Lane Hart

Triple Threat (Book 3)

  Pass To Win Series:

  Touchdown: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Book 1)

  Line of Scrimmage: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (Book 2)

  Between The Tackles: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Book 3)

  Fourth and Goal: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Book 4)

  Game Winning Catch: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (Book 5)

  Second Chance Draft: A Second Chance Sports Romance (Book 6)

  Standalone Novels

  One Night With The Tycoon: A Billionaire Romance

  Dirty Fighter: A Bad Boy MMA Romance

  The Devil’s Dream: A Dark Romance

  Trapped In His World: A Dark Romance

  Dirty Money: A Dark Mafia Romance

  Deceived By The Hitman: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance

  Standalone Novellas

  His Long Island Iced Tea

  Drop a Gear and Disappear

  Kings of Vengeance MC Book One

  Winter Travers

  Introduction

  There are choices a man makes in life that will forever affect him.

  I’ve made one of those choices.

  Now, there is nowhere else for me to go.

  The need to carve out a new life is strong.

  Forming the Kings of Vengeance filled a void I couldn’t fill.

  I may have dropped a gear and disappeared, but a man never forgets the ones who hurt and tried to destroy him.

  I also can’t forget about the green eyed girl I left behind.

  The only person I ever loved, taken by the men who tried to kill me.

  They may have her now, but things are about to change.

  Vengeance will be mine.

  Chapter One

  Quinn

  A lady in the streets and a freak in the bed…

  “Come with me, baby.”

  Kimber rolled into my side. “I’ll pass.”

  I looked down at her naked body and ran my fingers over her smooth, flawless skin. “You’re gonna have to come there one day.”

  “But today is not that day, Quinn.”

  “It’s Gear, baby.”

  She snorted and tipped her head back to look at me. “Okay, Quinn.”

  I fucking hated my name, yet Kimber insisted on calling me it even though I finally got my road name from the Rolling Devils. “You gotta learn to tolerate the club, baby. I know you don’t like it, but you gotta not hate it.”

  “Mmhmm,” she hummed under her breath and laid her head back on my shoulder. Her hand slid across the expanse of my chest, and her fingers trailed over the tattoo of an eagle holding a skull. “But you don’t need to leave just yet,” she whispered.

  “Soon.”

  “Maybe I need to remind you what will be waiting for you while you’re fetching beers for all of your club buddies.”

  “I do more than that.”

  “Right,” she drawled.

  At least on normal days, I did more than that. On nights like tonight, I did basically just fetch beer and booze the whole time. “So what exactly are you going to do to make me not forget about you?”

  She rolled onto her back and slowly raised her hands over her head. “It’s more like what are you going to do.”

  I turned onto my side and slid my hand down between her tits. “Daddy’s choice?” I whispered.

  Her eyes flared with desire.

  I was a lucky fucker to have Kimber in my bed.

  The saying “a lady in the streets and a freak in the bed” was Kimber to a T.

  During the day, she worked at a doctor’s office where she answered phones and dealt with bitchy ass people with a smile on her lips, and at night, she was my naughty little minx who couldn’t get enough of me.

  I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her stomach. “On your knees, ass in the air.”

  She scampered up to her knees and wiggled her ass at me. I moved behind her, my knees between her legs, and slapped her ass. “Always hungry for my cock,” I growled.

  She looked over her shoulder at me with her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded her head. “Always,” she whispered.

  My hand wrapped around my cock, and I stroked up and down with my eyes never leaving hers. “Greedy pussy.”

  She reared back and bumped her ass against my hand. “Stop talking, and start doing.”

  I gripped the globe of her ass and parted her cheeks. Her pussy was dripping, and the bud of her ass begged to be fucked. “Anything I want, baby?”

  “I guess that all depends on what time you need to leave,” she replied coyly.

  I knew I didn’t have the time to fuck her properly. She was trying to distract me from going to the club, but I couldn’t miss the party. I pressed my dick against the entrance to her pussy and slowly pushed in. “Your ass is mine later tonight,” I promised.

  She reared back again, her ass grinding against me. “Promises, promises,” she muttered.

  Damn right, it was a fucking promise. It was one I planned on keeping, too. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you aren’t going to be able to get out of bed the whole time I’m gone.”

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  I put a hand on her hip and thrust deep. “Who do you belong to, Kimber?” I demanded.

  “You,” she breathed out.

  “Say my name.”

  A sultry laugh fell from her lips. “Does one name get me a fucking and the other a spanking?”

  “Damn straight, baby. Choose carefully.”

  She rubbed her ass against me and flexed the walls of her pussy around my dick. “As fun as a spanking sounds, I need your dick.”

  I slowly pulled out then slammed back into her. “Like that? You want it hard?”

  She groaned and shook her head. “Yes, Daddy.”

  I let go of her hair and grabbed her hips.

  She dropped her head to the mattress and braced her arms. “Please, Gear. Fuck me.”

  She spoke the words she knew would drive me crazy and give her exactly what she wanted.

  With each thrust of my hips, she moaned my name.

  My fingers dug into her hips as I held her still and drove into her. “Tell me again,” I grunted.

  “I’m yours,” she gasped. “I’m yours, Gear.”

  I felt her climax climbing and moved faster. “Play with yourself, baby.” I was going to come soon, and I wanted her pussy to milk every last drop of cum from me.

  Her hand snaked between her legs. “Gear, please,” she pleaded. “Fuck me.”

  While her fingers stroked her clit, my dick pounded her pussy.

  “I’m…I’m coming,” she whimpered. “Gear…please.”

  Her pussy contracted around my dick as her orgasm washed over her, and she ripped my release from me. “Fuck yeah,” I grunted. “Take it all, baby.”

  She panted my name then buried her face in the pillow.

  The final tremors rocked through me, and I fell onto the mattress next to her.

  She dropped the rest of the way and partially rolled into me.

  I threw an arm over her and pulled her close. “Sure you don’t want to come with me?” I asked again. “We could find a room at the clubhouse and find the time to do that all over again.”

  She laughed and shook her head. “Or I could just stay here, eat some pizza, and sleep until you get home.”

  “It’s gonna be late.” I didn’t expect to leave the clubhouse ‘til well into the morning.

  “Just wake me up when you get home.”

  She wasn’t going to budge on this. I had been a prospect for the club four months, and she refused to even step foot at the clubhouse. “One day, I’m going to get you to come to a party.”

  She scoffed. “But that day is not today,” she laughed.

  I pressed a kiss to the side of her head and rolled out of bed. She pulled the blanket over her body and turned onto her back. “You didn’t need to cover up.”

  She rolled her e
yes and fluffed the pillow under her head. “Last I checked, if you’re not in this bed, then you don’t have a say about what I’m wearing or doing.”

  I grabbed the blanket and tugged it down her body ‘til I could see her tits. “Is that so?”

  She grabbed the blanket to tug it up, but I didn’t let it go. “You’re gonna be late, Quinn,” she tried to reason.

  “I’m already late, Kimber. My ass should have been on my bike half an hour ago, but your greedy pussy kept me in bed.”

  She scooted down the bed and managed to get under the covers enough to conceal her body from me. “Well, this pussy is staying in bed cause I had a long day at work and since you just fucked me twice, I think a nap is needed before I order pizza.”

  “A nap and pizza, huh?” That did seem like a good night, but the club couldn’t be put off. I let go of the blanket and bent to pick up my clothes. “Save me a slice, and don’t put fucking olives on it.”

  She snuggled under the blanket and watched me get dressed. “How many people are going to be there tonight?”

  This was the fourth large party the club had since I had started prospecting, and each one kept getting bigger than the last. “I think a shit-ton. I don’t get to sit in on the meetings, but Mud had mentioned another club was coming in for the night.”

  “Still can’t believe the guy who is your sponsor goes by the name Mud.”

  I shrugged on my shirt. “Baby, I told you road names can be anything. You should be happy and realize I was lucky to get a name like Gear and not Mud or Bug.” I pulled on my socks and then my pants.

  She wrinkled her nose. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

  I sat down on the edge of the mattress and pulled on my shoes. “But you don’t have to bust my balls about it all of the time,” I reminded her.

  “I know,” she sighed. “I promise I’ll come to the next party with you. I just don’t want to go to one of these and then be left all alone because you have some obligation to grab someone a beer every five minutes.”

  I stood up and turned to look down at her. “You’re really going to go to the next one?” I asked, surprised. I really didn’t think I was ever going to be able to get her to come to the clubhouse.

  She nodded. “Only for you, though. I’m not interested in making friends with the other chicks.”

  “They’re called ol’ ladies, Kimber,” I chuckled. “And I happen to know when the next party is.”

  “Oh God,” she laughed. “I have time to look forward to dreading going.”

  I shook my head. “You won’t have to wait long. Tomorrow night is another party.”

  Her jaw dropped. “Wait…what?” she squawked. “I can’t…you didn’t…”

  She knew there wasn’t a way in hell that I was going to let her go back on her promise of coming to the next party. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Get some rest, baby. You’re going to need it for the party tomorrow.”

  I strutted out of the room and straight out of our apartment.

  Kimber may not like the club, but she was going to start coming to these damn parties with me.

  She had said she would, and I wasn’t going to let her go back on her word.

  Chapter Two

  Kimber

  And Fancy was her name...

  “Girl, what in the hell are you doing here?” Fancy narrowed her eyes at me from where she stood next to the pizza guy outside my apartment door.

  I rolled my eyes and handed the pizza guy money. “It’s my apartment. It’s where I should be.” I grabbed the pizza and turned to look at Fancy as the pizza guy walked away.

  “I mean, it’s a Friday night, you got a gorgeous bad-boy boyfriend, and you’re at home. Alone.”

  “Maybe Quinn is inside.”

  She rolled her eyes and pushed her way into my apartment. “He’s not. I saw him leave an hour ago.”

  “Fancy, I really don’t feel like hanging out tonight.” It had taken me an hour to get out of bed after Quinn left. The only reason I had gotten up was because the pizza guy rang the bell.

  Fancy eyed me up and down. “You look like you’ve been fucked six ways to Sunday, sugar, so I get why you’re not up for company.” She flipped open the top of the pizza box in my hands and took out a slice. “I can’t stay anyway. I got a date.” She took a huge bite and moved into the kitchen.

  “If you have a date then why are you eating my pizza and getting a beer out of my fridge?” I snapped back down the lid and set it on the coffee table in front of the TV.

  Fancy was wearing a form-fitting black skirt that flared out at the bottom and a dark ruby-red blouse that was skin-tight and dipped between her breasts. She had her usual shit-ton of jewelry on and mile-high shoes. She fit her name perfectly. Her name was a warning to any guy who wanted to date her. She was fancy, and no one was going to dull her shine. “First date. You know I gotta order a salad and one glass of champagne. I’m pregaming with your pizza so I don’t pass out.”

  That was the thing with Fancy. She was only high-maintenance with guys. When she was with me, she was chill and acted down to earth. She told me before it was exhausting to always act like she was a fragile woman who was about to break.

  We had spent hours going back and forth arguing about why it was ridiculous she thought she needed to act that way with guys. We had agreed to disagree.

  She took a long drink from her beer and smiled. “I also told him to pick me up at your place.”

  “What? Why?” I shrieked.

  “‘Cause I don’t know if this guy is crazy or not. I met him in the elevator at work.” She finished her pizza and downed the last of her beer while I tried to process what she just told me.

  “So you don’t know if he’s psycho so instead of telling him where you live, you told him where I live so he can come and kill me in the middle of the night.”

  “Please,” she scoffed. “As if that would happen. Gear is always in your bed so you don’t have anything to worry about.” She walked down the short hallway and ducked into the bathroom. “And I don't think he’s psycho. I’m pretty sure he is a doctor or an x-ray tech,” she called.

  Because they were so closely related that it didn’t matter. “You really need to find more out about these guys before you agree to go out with them.”

  She walked out of the bathroom fluffing her hair. “Eh, what would be the point in going out with them if I knew everything about them before? I would know they were either a jerk or a mama’s boy. This way, I find it out but I at least get a meal out of it.”

  “A meal of salad and water,” I muttered.

  “We all can’t have a hot hunk land in our lap who looks like a bad boy but treats us like gold.”

  “Is this your odd way of telling me I got a good guy?” I laughed. I sat down on the couch and kicked my feet up on the coffee table.

  “You know you’re a lucky bitch, just don’t do anything to fuck it up.”

  I didn’t have any plans of doing that. “Now I just have to pray he doesn’t do anything to mess it up, right?”

  She walked to the door and looked out the peephole. “This about the club again?”

  “I just don’t like it,” I sighed. “I have a bad feeling about it.”

  She turned around and stared me down. “You got yourself a good man, Kimber, but he’s fresh out of prison. You can’t be surprised by the fact that he decided to join an MC.”

  I didn’t need a reminder of that. “Just because he was in prison doesn’t mean the only thing he can do is join an MC.”

  “You’re right, but you can’t sit there and tell me it doesn’t make sense. I mean come on, Kimber, he’s got a face tattoo. Not many business opportunities for him with a rap sheet.”

  So he had a face tattoo. It didn’t bother me at all. In fact, it was one of his tattoos that I liked the most. I couldn’t picture Quinn without it. “Prison and face tattoo aren’t a free pass into an MC.” I looked up at her. “And you’ve been in the Qu
inn camp since we started dating. What’s with all of this talk?”

  She rolled her eyes. “I do think Gear is a great guy. Much better than the creeps you used to date. I just don’t want you to think that you can change the type of man he is, Kimber.”

  “And what kind of man is that?” I asked.

  “He’s the type of man who will do whatever he needs to do, and he doesn’t care what anyone thinks about it.”

  “And you’re an expert on men like Quinn?” I didn’t like where our talk was going. I didn’t want to change Quinn. I didn’t want him to be anything but he wanted to be. I was just having a hard time wrapping my head around the club, but I was trying to keep an open mind.

  We met four days after he got out of prison. He had been looking at the apartment at the end of the hall, and I wound up riding the elevator down with him after he was done. There was a mutual attraction, and when he asked me out for dinner, I hadn’t hesitated to say “yes.” We hit it off instantly, and we were inseparable when I wasn’t working. What I loved about him was that he didn’t shy away from his past. He had told me straight off that he had been in prison, and instead of being scared or turned off by it, I respected him for telling me and not hiding it.

  Fancy opened her mouth to argue but jumped when the door buzzed. “God dammit, Greg,” she gasped.

  “Greg?” I laughed.

  She flipped me off. “Better than Quinn.”

  Hardly, but I wasn’t going to argue. “Answer the door and leave me to my pizza.”

  She pointed her finger at me. “We’re gonna talk about this later,” she promised.

  We weren’t because by the time she came home from her date, Quinn would be home and I wasn’t going to answer the door to her. “Have fun on your date with Greg,” I called.