All Chapters of The Biker's Rules: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Must be something about hauling a penis around all day — gives them an allergy to admitting pain.Or any real feelings for that matter.I press a little harder.He hisses through his teeth.There it is.My fingers skim over his warm skin as I clean him up, and goosebumps bloom wherever I touch. For

I try to snap back some dignity. “I’m just hungry,” I try to say as casually as possible. “You?”“Yes,” he smirks, “But not for food.”My self-control clocks out early. The quiver turns into a full-body shudder. Holy hats. This man is a walking heatwave.He slides his sunglasses onto his head, mussi

A server saunters up, hips swinging, with a tray of peach champagne. She hands out flutes one by one, all smiles and cleavage, until she stops in front of me. She pulls out a Sharpie from somewhere between her tits and holds it up.“Can you sign my apron?” She bends forward just enough to flash me h

Date = 31 OctoberPlace = San Francisco (Reaper venue)POV - DamionI swing her lightly onto the dance floor, a playful spin that ends with her pressed right in front of me.Face-to-face with the 5-foot-4, heart-stopping, stubborn-as-hell beauty. The kind of woman who could ruin a man with a look an

She fights me. Small fists slam into my chest like she’s trying to punch through bone and guilt and physics.“Let go!” she cries.I don’t.“Calm down!” I snap softly — and the edge in my voice surprises both of us. It works. Her body goes slack, and she collapses into me like someone cut her strings