The Kissing Bandit Novels & Stories

I responded, and Colt slammed his helmet shut again, reversing immediately without signaling to his colleagues. I smiled into his jacket, even among a group of rebels, he was still a rebel. He did not wait for whoever was in charge here to suggest a place to wait out the storm. As he drove in the opposite direction, I stared at the bikers we flew past from behind my visor, their bandannas, neck scarfs and arm bands signifying what club they belonged to. This Hungarian club was different from anyone I had ever seen, ranging from boys and girls who were at most sixteen, to hardened men who were well over sixty.

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

the pastor turns toward Bastian, who stands nervously behind Gabe as the best man. Bastian pulls a small box out of his pocket and hands it to Gabe. He opens the box in front of me and removes a beautiful silver ring with a single-set diamond in the middle. As he slips it on my finger, I lean toward him, wanting so badly to kiss him right there. I stop myself, though. It’s not time yet. The best kiss of my life is coming and I have to be patient. Once the ring is on, the pastor turns to me. “Harper, repeat after me.”

I closed my eyes, ready to have my fantasy become a reality. “Aiden?” A deep voice called. At his name, he turned and once again the spell was broken. My hand dropped to my side. I was beginning to think I was cursed when it came to kissing him. Ben, wearing khakis and a polo shirt and looking very professional was looking down at us from the path back to the resort. “I heard a shriek. Everything okay down there?” “Everything's fine,” Aiden assured him. I smiled at Ben, but I really just wanted to hit him. This was the second time he had interrupted a kiss.

He gave me a gentle squeeze. “Dinner will be ready in forty-five minutes. Doc and Devon should be back by then,” Brooke informed me. She raised her eyebrows at us all cozy on the couch. “I'm going to go take a quick shower. Don't make out with him while I'm gone, Izzy. No matter what he says, it will not make you feel better.” “Yes, it will,” Lucas countered quickly. “I'm like a broken heart Band-Aid. Kissing me will make you lose all your troubles.”

I asked. "No. I'm just wondering if you are still the same girl I know." "Why?" "You seemed like a nerd then but now I feel like I got the wrong impression of you." "Yea you did." He brushed his hands gently up my sides to rest on my shoulders, ignoring my breasts so obviously that I let out a frustrated groan and pounded my fists against his chest in protest. "I’m savored, I promise," I told him tartly, reaching for his zipper. 'Jesus.' He hissed as he felt my little hands through his jeans. 'You’re perfect. Did you know that?' He molded his hands to my breasts, giving them each exactly what they wanted. Nate sucked in a deep, ragged breath. 'Fuck.'

Anything to avoid thinking about what I’m doing. My shirt goes over my head in a fluid motion, our lips barely breaking apart. When I tug his T-shirt, he helps me get it over his head. He sucks in a sharp breath but keeps kissing me, his tongue reminding me of the amazing things it can do. As soon as his top is gone, I run my hand up his side and bump into a bandage. I break the kiss and step back, the spell broken at the reminder. His torso is littered with bandages of various shapes and sizes.

“Thanks for the leather.” “Where you going?” Nitro asked. “I don’t even have a kettle in the house. I need to go do some serious shopping,” Jake said with a sigh. “Hang on,” Bandit said, and pulled his phone out. He typed a message on it and motioned for Jake to sit down again. Ten minutes later, another woman walked toward them and she smiled when she saw Bandit. He stood up and his arms wrapped around her before he kissed her. “Wrath, this is my ol’ lady, Michelle, she’ll hook you up,” he said. “Just tell her what you like.”

Tina threw her hands into the air. “Did you hear that?” she exclaimed, turning to Dreston. “She just insulted me—and you’re allowing it! I’m your fiancée, Dreston. You can’t let her talk to me like that.” Cassienne was looking at Tina now. But not her face. Her gaze had dropped to Tina’s left wrist. There, wrapped loosely around it, was a blue plastic band. Cassienne’s breath caught. Her heart skipped. It was the same band she saw. The same shade of blue. The same material. The same kind she had seen on the wrist of her attacker.

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.