Series: Vipers Creed MC, #1
on April 4th, 2016
Genres: Alpha Male, Biker, Romantic Suspense
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Lust, love, and second chances.
Growing up in the fast-paced and rough life of a motorcycle club wasnÔÇÖt easy. Cleaning up the mess his father had made of Vipers Creed meant sacrifice. Cade ÔÇÿSpookÔÇÖ Baker had given up everything to bring the club life back to what it was supposed to be: a family.
The choices he made were not what he wanted, but they were necessary for the club as a whole. Second chances rarely came to Spook, so when his Trixie walked boldly into his clubhouse, the decision was made. Trixie would once again be his, this time for good.
Trix Lamasters was raised by a masterÔÇöa master con. All grown up, she made her life solid by making it about her club, Sirens. But one bad business decision brought her to her knees, forcing her to call on the one person she had sworn she would never trust again.
Pasts have a way of not staying there. Things that were buried deep have a way of finding themselves in the light of a new day. Could something that had once crashed and burned for Spook and Trixie find a way out of the wreckage? With the odds against them, can they find a way to overcome the challenges, or will it all blow up in their faces?
**Due to content, mature audiences only.**
ÔÇ£You get anywhere with Cade?ÔÇØ Jett, my assistant asked as she plopped down in the chair in front of my desk. ┬áShe had a beauty that pulled everyone in and curves that made me insanely jealous. Her long, dark hair laid pencil straight, and her eyes were a blue that looked almost gray in different lights.
My stomach fell at her question, reminding me of last night. I couldnÔÇÖt believe I fucking slept with him. Not just fucked him, but showered with him, fell asleep with him ÔÇª woke up in his damn arms. Sneaky bastard.
I could still feel him between my legs. Hell, I even had phantom feelings of him inside of me. HeÔÇÖd had a lot of practice. I knew he had because I had heard all about it. And I wasnÔÇÖt any better than one of those paid hookers.
Fucking moron. My reasons had sucked before. They meant shit now.
I wanted to pass off the night as being just another booty call, a way to fuck each other out of our systems, but both were a flat out lie. Last night was so much more than anything Taylor, or any of my other weak-ass booty calls, and I had ever been.
The rawness in his eyes captivated me. God, his eyes ÔÇª I could see so much more in them last night. More than IÔÇÖd ever thought I would see. But I was just fooling myself. I wouldnÔÇÖt go back fifteen years to fall for the bad boy again, just to get my heart smashed all over again.
Mortification didnÔÇÖt even cut it when it came to describing how I felt. Weak. Pathetic. I gave in, letting him have that power over me with his smooth talking and fantastic bed skills. ┬áPlus, he had looked sexy as hell in his leather and jeans. To see him on a motorcycle, too, was just a recipe for disaster. And I had just spread my legs, begging for him to give it to me. Dammit.
Although I was dead serious in the note I left him this morning, it felt really odd to leave it for him in my own house. Nevertheless, I couldnÔÇÖt stay and deal with the morning after shit. One look and I would have let him inside my body again. I would have let him take me over and over until I really couldnÔÇÖt walk. Now that I knew how much he had grown, let alone changed in the bedroom, it would be more difficult than ever to say no to him.
I had to remember Cade crushed me. My first love left me to pick up the pieces of my torn heart. I couldnÔÇÖt go back to the me from that time.
ÔÇ£He doesnÔÇÖt know if Nanette is there.ÔÇØ I decided to leave out the whole him fucking my brains out bit. I wouldnÔÇÖt open up that can of worms. I told Jett all about Cade one night after way too many shots of tequila. Regardless, the less people who knew about the now, the better.