Savage Sons MC Books 1-5
Gypsy
One minute I was doing yoga in the small, paved yard, trying to stretch my body so my mind would clear from all the negative thoughts that were swirling around it, and the next, Fang, giant burly president of the Savage Sons MC had me in his arms, his mouth hungrily devouring mine.
I kissed him back.
It wasn’t sweet or caring, it was passion more like anger, but that was us all over.
Darting a hand between our bodies, Fang tore the stretchy material away from my crotch. I should have been angry, but part of me understood his eagerness.