by Joanna Wylde
He never meant to hurt her.
Levi ÔÇ£PainterÔÇØ Brooks was nothing before he joined the Reapers motorcycle club. The day he patched in, they became his brothers and his life. All they asked in return was a strong arm and unconditional loyaltyÔÇöa loyalty thatÔÇÖs tested when heÔÇÖs caught and sentenced to prison for a crime committed on their behalf.
Melanie Tucker may have had a rough start, but along the way sheÔÇÖs learned to fight for her future. SheÔÇÖs escaped from hell and started a new life, yet every night she dreams of a biker whose touch she canÔÇÖt forget. It all started out so innocentlyÔÇöjust a series of letters to a lonely man in prison. Friendly. Harmless. Safe.
Now Painter Brooks is coming homeÔÇª and MelanieÔÇÖs about to learn that thereÔÇÖs no room for innocence in the Reapers MC.
You know, I write these fuckinÔÇÖ letters to you, but theyÔÇÖre fake. I ask about your friends and your school and whether youÔÇÖre meeting people. ItÔÇÖs bullshit, Mel.
HereÔÇÖs my reality.
Yesterday I stabbed someone before he could stab me. Puck and I sold some shit to a bunch of white supremacists and we turned around and sold the same damned thing to some Mexicans. We had pudding with our dinner for dessert.
Then I jacked off three times thinking about you.ÔÇ¿Those are the highlights. Like a fairy tale, right? Remembering you keeps me going, which makes no fucking sense at all. I hardly touched you. I still think about what you smelled like when you sat next to me on the couch, though. You were just this little thing and you shivered under my arm. I know you were scared of the movie and I couldÔÇÖve picked something else, but I wanted the excuse to hold you.
ThatÔÇÖs when I started thinking seriously about us fucking.
I had this vision of shoving you into the cushions face- first, then ripping down your jeans and pushing so deep youÔÇÖd feel it in the back of your throat. ThatÔÇÖs the kind of guy I am, Mel, and thatÔÇÖs why you should stay the fuck away from me.
You give me the chance, IÔÇÖll pin you down and keep pumping no matter how hard you try to get away. I dream about it every night, I jerk off to it, and today I gave serious thought to killing a man because he has the same fantasies about you as me. That first night, I promised London I wouldnÔÇÖt touch you, but my cock had already been hard for hours. Good thing she showed up when she didÔÇösaved your ass. HowÔÇÖs that for luck?
When I took you to dinner, I was going to be good. Tried to be good. I know you didnÔÇÖt understand why I asked you out or what it meant. They needed you out of the way, Mel. That was my jobÔÇöto keep you busy. And I promised London I wouldnÔÇÖt pull shit on you but sheÔÇÖd been lying to us all along and I kept wondering if that meant my promise didnÔÇÖt count anymore.
Pretty damned sure it hasnÔÇÖt counted for a while now.
You were talking and smiling and blushing. My dick was so stiff it nearly snapped in half when I tried to stand up. Took everything I had not to throw you on my bike and ride off with you . . . I want to tie you up and come in your ass and shove my cock down your throat until you choke. I want your hair in little-girl pigtails so I can hold on tight while I fuck your face. I want you to cry and scream and give me everything. I want to fucking OWN you. HowÔÇÖs that for reality, Mel? You still want my advice about boys?
IÔÇÖm coming home soon. You should run away while you still can, Mel. IÔÇÖll make you dirty, so dirty youÔÇÖll never be clean again. IÔÇÖll make you pay me back the hard way. You think youÔÇÖre all grown up, but youÔÇÖre not. ThereÔÇÖs so much I could teach you . . . do to you. Jesus, if you only knew, youÔÇÖd never write to me again.
You should move to Alaska.ÔÇ¿Change your name.ÔÇ¿Good luck, though, because IÔÇÖll find you and take you andÔÇö
I dropped my pencil, wondering why IÔÇÖd thought this was a good idea. I wasnÔÇÖt going to send it, of course. IÔÇÖd send her some friendly little note and tell her she should be dating and having fun. But some part of me thought writing my real thoughts out might fix my obsession. Instead my dick was like a rock. Again.