Nicky
Fallen Gliders #1
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Keywords: MC, Erotic, Contemporary, May/December
*Be warned: Spanking, anal sex
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Dominic āNickyā Landon has been a Sargent at Arms for the Fallen Gliders for thirty years. When he finds out his only sister overdoses on drugs dealt by his brothers, he hands in his colors and severs ties to the club and vicious lifestyle forever.
Mel Hughson owns the only bar in hicksville, no-mans-land, New Hampshire. Sheās content with her single life, but the cold, spring night Nicky Landonās Harley rolls into town ignites her desire. The fact heās got at least twenty years on her doesnāt mean jack to Mel. Heās hot, heās dangerous, and whether he knows it or not, he belongs to her.
Can Mel tempt Nicky to ignore their age gap and surrender to her, or will the secrets from his perilous past rise up to destroy everything?
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We knocked the liquor back, and our gazes met as we set the glasses on the bar.
āHow old are you?ā Nicky asked, his attention snagging on my lips.
āTwenty-eight.ā
He scrubbed a hand over the beard lining his jaw while looking away. āSo damn young.ā
āNot too young.ā Gauntlet thrown, I waited for his attention to return to my face. Eyes full of lust, a leashed animal that ought to scare the shit out of me but didnāt.
āIām no good.ā
I cocked my head and slid my gaze down over him, not missing the hard length straining against his leathers. āLook pretty damn good to me.ā
His low groan rushed need through me again, and I knew Iād leave a wet spot on the stool once I got up.
āYouāre messing with fire, little girl.ā
Heat flushed through me. āI enjoy flames now and then.ā My breath caught at the hunger on his face, parting my lips.
āFuck it.ā He grasped my chin in his warm palm. āIāll give you what you want, little girl, but donāt go crying to your mommy in the morning because a big bad wolf left his mark on you.ā
Oh, God. I swallowed and squeezed my thighs together. Older men were so the shit.
He captured my lips, but without the brute force Iād expected. Hunger, yes, but the full softness of his lips pressed against mine, taking and tasting, his tongue probing, whiskers brushing my skin. I parted my lips and moaned as he sank his tongue into my mouth, fucking every hidden corner, filling me with the taste of whiskey and pure male. My skin pebbled, pulse thrummed.
āGoddamn.ā Nicky stood and yanked me off the stool. Virile, pure hardness and muscle beneath the leather hiding his skin from my grasping hands. His fingers fisted in my long hair, tangling and yanking my head to the side, the other grabbing my ass and hauling me against his huge cock.
He crouched down slightly and pulled me up. My legs wrapped around him as though having a mind of their ownāeven though I had been thinking about getting him between my legs all night long.
His beard brushed along my neck as he breathed me in and licked from my collarbone to my ear. āYou smell like a fucking spring day. Innocent.ā
āIām h-hardly an innocent,ā I gasped as he bit my earlobe and ground his cock against my sopping jeans.
āThank God, because I want to be balls deep inside of you. Now.ā
He thrust, and I moaned, my fingers grasping at his t-shirt.
āTell me to stop,ā he whispered harshly in my ear.
āNo way in hell.ā
With a growl, he squeezed my ass to the point of pain. āI havenāt wanted a woman like this in a long fucking time.ā
āSo take what you want.ā
āGoddamn.ā He rested his forehead on mine. āRight here?ā
I slithered a hand between us to grasp the hardness inside his leathers. āRight now.ā
āFuck.ā Like my five-foot-six frame and thirty extra pounds meant nothing, he spun me around. āHands on the bar.ā
I did as told, bending at the waist and putting my ass on display with a little wiggle.
āDonāt move,ā he said while peeling off his leather jacket.
My legs trembled, and I turned my head to watch as he moved to the front door and flicked off the lights.
The streetlight half a block away barely cut through the storm, but the flash of lightning lit Nicky up as he stalked back toward me, shedding his t-shirt.
Broad shoulders ⦠another flash filled my eyes with tanned skin stretched tight over massive pecs and abs a twenty-year-old guy would kill for.
I licked my lips, hoping for another flash of light, but Nicky palmed my waist and leaned over my back, his cock pressed against my ass, the heat of his skin searing me through my shirt.
My eyelids fluttered shut as he wrapped his fingers around my hair again and tilted my head back.
āLast chance, Mel.ā His rumbling voice and hot breath against my ear brought a moan past my lips.
āTake me,ā I managed to whisper and licked my dry lips. āPlease.ā
About Lynn Burke:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
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