One with Victor and the other with Damien.
Victor I’ve known all my life. When his parents died he even came to live with my family and I. I was so in love with him. It wasn’t until years into our relationship I started to see the faults in him. Then he went off to Iraq.
Damien was the bad boy biker at our high school. Even while I was with Victor, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. Then I got on the back of his bike and I thought I finally found my home. Then Victor came back wounded.
That was all five years ago and now those two lives and my two loves are starting to converge. I don’t know who I am anymore and I don’t know who I want to be with. Though these two guys won’t let me be single for long.
But one of them has gotten me into a lot of trouble with the mob. And now it’s up to the other one to save me. And before you roll your eyes, that statement isn’t what you think. You’ll be surprised who the bad guy really is.
I promise to find my happily ever after, even if it’s at the Wrath MC clubhouse in the arms of an alpha biker or in the high society world where I was born and in the arms of my ex-army man.
“God you feel so fuckin’ good,” I mutter as my hands go down to remove her shirt. Or should I say my shirt. Her tits bounce as I move her backwards once I drop the shirt to the ground.
I don’t waste time as I lay her back on our bed; I push the cup of her bra down and suck a nipple into my mouth. Ashley arches her back and groans out my name. I push my hand into her pants and since she’s not wearin’ underwear, my hand meets hot, wet skin. “Fuckin’ wet for me already,” I growl out, lovin’ how turned on she is with just a few kisses. “Gonna fuck this tight, wet pussy.”
“Fuck…” she trails off as I pump two fingers into her and use my thumb to circle around her clit. When she’s on the edge of comin’, I remove my hand and pull her jeans off. As I stand I take my own off and remove my shirt.
Once I’m naked I climb back over her on the bed and thrust my cock into her. My favorite part, even back in the day, is when her eyes get all wide at my size. A man could get real arrogant fuckin’ Ashley. “You like this big cock fuckin’ you?” I whisper against her ear as I slowly pump my hips into her.
“You know I do,” she whimpers as I start to pick up my pace.
“Best pussy I ever had. Swear to God.” I don’t know what it is about her but I can’t stop talkin’ like a dirty freak when we fuck. I think it’s cuz she always looks surprised and it makes her wetter.
Her hands are everywhere. In my hair, down my neck, over my shoulders and her nails diggin’ into my ass as she urges me on. I stare down at her, as I do every time, because it’s so fuckin’ beautiful when she gets off. I might have started callin’ her Glossy because of what she was doin’ when I first saw her, but I have other reasons for keepin’ it. Like how her eyes get that way right before she comes. Or how my cock looks after I pull it out of her.
I’m not picky though.
I live in southern Arkansas with my husband and young daughter. There is also an insane Boston Terrier running around. I've always been a lone wolf and find my friends in books. I started writing at a young age and I haven't stopped since. Most days you can find me either glued to my laptop or my kindle. My first novel, This Beautiful Thing was an Amazon best seller for 11 weeks and a year later I'm still tickled to see people enjoy it. I may not be a huge seller but I have the best fans ever and I thank God everyday for every single one of them.