Wolf Riders MC
“It’s good.”
And he actually seemed to mean it.
“I’m self-taught, so thank you,” I said, giving him a small smile, despite just wanting to sit down and drown my sorrow in a bucket of ice cream. Desperate for my small world of freedom, I turned to the big bicker one more time, hoping he had a heart. Or was very horny and my cleavage would work wonders for me. Although that would be a distant fantasy, seeing that these MC-boys always had their fair share of club-whores to do after a long day at work…