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Fallen Gliders 5
By Lynn Burke
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Cover Art: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art
Release Date: January 30, 2019
Jonny Hayes, president of the Fallen Gliders MC, can’t remember the last time a woman got him up or off. With the club under fire and an inside snitch spilling their secrets, the last thing he needs in his life is a curvy blonde on the run. Even if she does make his hands itch to redden her sweet ass.
The law refuses to protect Alexa Thorne from her ex, a Silent Demon who thinks she’s still his property. Bruised but not broken, she runs north in search of her friend—and a safe place to escape—but instead finds herself surrounded by a rival gang. Vouched for and under the Glider’s protection, Alexa refuses to let a man touch her again—even if their alpha president makes her body burn to submit to him.
Jonny vows to keep his hands to himself, but the undeniable pull between the two cannot be ignored. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, even if the consequences of his plan costs him his club, his brothers, and his freedom.
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My breath caught at the sight of the man coming through the door.
Damnit. My heartbeat kicked up a few notches, and my panties were done for, but my head. My head screamed retreat loud enough I questioned the wisdom of making “friends”.
Jonny’s gaze landed on my face, and I felt the scrutiny of his intense eyes across the kitchen.
Janie threw herself into Hawk’s arms, legs wrapped around his waist as she attacked his mouth.
Jonny glanced at the two of them sucking face, and turned back toward me, one eyebrow raised.
I found myself laughing beneath my breath and shrugging. “Guess they kind of like each other,” I said, my voice a little shaky.
“Guess so.” He slipped his leather jacket off his shoulders, and my mouth dried.
Nothing hotter than a ripped man in a tight, white t-shirt. While Jonny probably had a handful of years—if not ten—on me, the man sure took care of himself. A few lines lay at the corner of his eyes, and gray hinted in the dark hair above his temples, but beneath his neck? He could have been taken for a twenty-something with the hard dips and valleys of his body. Black leather pants clung to every inch of him from the waist down.
Saliva rushed back to coat my mouth, and I swallowed while ripping my gaze off him to focus on the carrots. My hand trembled, and I put the knife down, deciding there were more than enough carrots chopped for four salads.
“Hope you boys are hungry,” Janie said, a little breathless. “Want to go fire up the grill with me, baby?”
“Hmm.” Hawk hummed his agreement and grabbed a couple beers from the fridge.
I busied myself putting the carrots on top of the four bowls of lettuce Janie had readied.
“Be right back!” Janie giggled and scooted out the door once more with Hawk.
Jonny stayed behind, beer in hand, focus on me. “How are you?”
I had to swallow again from drool and nerves alike. “Better than yesterday,” I said, trying for a smile.
“Get some sleep last night?”
“Hawk told me you’re going to stay with them for a while.”
I nodded and moved toward the table to put the salads by each plate. The weight of Jonny’s stare kept my heartbeat thumping, my skin tingling.
“You’re welcome at the club.”
My attention shot toward him even though Hawk had already told Janie as much over the phone earlier in the day. Jonny swigged from his bottle of beer, dark gaze on my face while swallowing.
“Hawk says you’re good people, and I trust him above everyone else.”
Sudden tears filled my eyes, and I turned away to put the final salad on the table.
“Hey.” The warmth of his touch on my elbow stilled me. “You okay?”
A mere foot from me, the slight scent of soap, hops, and mint clinging to him weakened me in the best way possible. “Y-yeah,” I managed to say, but didn’t pull away from the first man’s touch I’d experienced without cringing.
Jonny glanced down to his hand still cupping my elbow and lifted his focus once more to my face, a question in his eye.
Temptation to lean into him, to accept the comfort he offered, played with my mind, and I stared up into eyes darker than the smoothest chocolate. Heated energy charged between us, making it hard for me to breathe.
Jonny’s gaze flitted down to my lips, and I realized I’d licked the lower without meaning to.
His bottle clinked on the table as he set it down, and my breath caught again as he lifted his hand and brushed my hair back over my shoulder, his fingertips feather-light over the skin of my neck.
Goosebumps spread down over my entire body, and I shivered, completely trapped by his gaze and torn between wanting to close the distance between us and scurrying away to find a hole to hide in.
“You and your gorgeous curves are one temptation I don’t need right now,” he murmured, his focus dropping to my lips again, “but I sure as hell want.”
Good Lord almighty, the man didn’t waste time or mince words. Tell him ditto or pull away?
© Lynn Burke 2018
She sat on the edge of the bed, my white t-shirt hiding her perfect tits, her blonde hair a rumpled mess. Lips still swollen. Shoulders relaxed, and makeup smeared around her bright eyes.
“You’re gorgeous,” I muttered, fisting my cock.
She glanced down at the movement beneath the comforter, her cheeks tinging pink and nipples pebbling beneath my shirt. “Want some coffee?” she asked, her voice more breathless than a few seconds earlier.
I pushed the blankets down over my body, thrusting into my hand while baring my cock. “I’d rather have you ride me.”
She swallowed, her gaze flitting to my face as the pulse leapt in her neck.
“But coffee’s good,” I said when she didn’t speak or make a move.
“You held back last night.”
I nodded, still lazily stroking my cock.
Alexa licked her lower lip, glancing once more at my dick. “Do you … like to hurt women in a sexual way?” she asked, her voice quiet.
“Only if they want me to.”
I bit back my groan at the memory of her plump ass. “Yes.”
“Pulling hair? Biting?” She met my gaze once more, her eyes flitting from one of mine to the other as though hoping to read the truth of my answer.
“Yes, and yes,” I said, my hand stilling. “But not without consent or safewords,”
She nodded and climbed atop me, lifting my shirt so her bare pussy rested against the top of my hand and my cock.
“Christ.” I breathed out the word and released my hold on myself to grasp her bare hips lightly beneath the shirt.
She ground her pussy against my aching length, slickening me with her arousal. “I-I’d like to try all that with you,” she whispered, staring into my eyes, “but right now, I just want you to fuck me.”
So more than just one night. Fuck, yes. “Condom?”
“I want you bare—if that’s okay?”
“I fucking hate rubbers,” I muttered, my dick jumping at the thought of feeling her pussy against my skin. “Birth control?”
She nodded and shifted her hips, notching me against her opening. “Clean, too.”
“So am I.”
I flexed as she moved back, and we came together in one rocking motion.
“Fuck.” I clenched my jaw, the wetness of her heat clasping me. “Never gone without before,” I said between my teeth, fighting to keep from digging my fingers into her hips and taking what I wanted.
Alexa slid forward along my length and sank back down, her lower lip between her teeth.
“Take off the t-shirt,” I said. “Touch those beautiful tits for me.”
Red infused her cheeks, but she did as told, her small hands lifting the heaviness of her breasts.
With a heave of breath, I sat up and latched onto the pebbled nipple of one she held, breathing in her sweet, peach scent, the desire to bite rather than lick racing through my blood.
Her breath caught as she lifted and lowered over my cock, her wetness leaking down over my balls, pussy clenching with every gentle scrape of my teeth over her hardened nub.
“Harder,” she whispered, and I thrust up into her as she sank onto my shaft again. I went for a small nibble, and she moaned, her back arching, pressing her tit into my face. “Yes…”
Her whispered word fucking thrilled me, and I nibbled again, thrusting up into her as her pussy clamped down on me.
“Oh, God.” She whimpered and gasped while moving against me, her body a fucking vision of motion, swaying and grinding.
I slid a hand around her backside, my fingertips trailing up and down her ass crack while she moved on me. As she lifted, I gathered moisture off my dick and slid a fingertip over her asshole as she fucked down onto me again.
Her breath caught, and she stayed impaled, circling her hips in time with my finger rimming her ass. I released my mouth from her breast with a pop. “Like that?” I asked, pressing lightly.
She whimpered and nodded, eyes clenched shut, pulse thrumming in her neck as she ground against me.
I thrust with my hips and slid my finger past her ring of muscle.
“God.” Her breath left in a rush, and she tipped her head back, her neck an offering I couldn’t pass up.
I latched onto the softness of her skin at the base of her neck, and she began to rock on my lap. “More,” she whispered, her hands grabbing hold of my head to keep me close.
Teeth, or finger in her ass, I wasn’t sure which she meant, so I went with both, nipping her flesh with my teeth in open mouth kisses and finger sliding in and out of her tight hole while she rode me.
“God, yes.” She gasped and shuddered, her fingernails digging into my scalp. “Fuck, yes.” Her pussy spasmed. “Jonny!” She cried out my name a second time as her inner walls clamped down on my thrusting cock, and I captured her mouth, swallowing every whimper and moan of her climax while shooting my cum deep inside her.
Nothing fucking compared to erupting in a woman’s body without the strangling hold of a damn condom. Nothing. Fucking perfection, and I wasn’t about to give up what I’d just found—fuck the Demons, and fuck her ex. I just needed to show her I could be the man for her.
© Lynn Burke 2018
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.