Conquering by Ryan Michele

Title: Conquering

Series: Vipers Creed MC #2

Author: Ryan Michele

Genre: MC Romance

*This book can be read as a STANDALONE* 

I fight for what’s mine. 

Growing up with a junkie for a mother, Stiff’s responsibilities came young and fast, taking care of his brother with everything he had. If that meant getting his hands dirty, then so be it. 

Becoming part of Vipers Creed MC gave him the family he and his brother never had, people they could count on. He vowed to protect them, even when that meant turning his back on the woman who gave him life … until Chelsea. 

He knew he wasn’t good enough for her, but he didn’t care. He had to have her. 

After all, Stiff always fought for what was his. No matter the price. 

No one messes with my family. 

Chelsea Miller’s life was simple: work, family, save for the future. Every day was the same. Her ultimate goal: live an easier life than the one she’d been dealt. That was, until her sister ended up bleeding, bruised, and fighting for her life. 

Everything in Chelsea’s life changed in an instant. And the cost of protecting her family was far higher than she had bargained for. 

Stiff. The Vipers Creed MC. A relentless trail of bullets and carnage. Everything she knew turned on its head. 

Survival of the fittest, they say. Well, Chelsea’s a survivor. And she refuses to go down without a fight. 

When two stubborn people clash in a combustion of passion and family, will conquering each other come at a price neither of them is willing to pay? 

*Due to subject matter, mature audiences 18+ only*

reviewReviewer: Hope Wanderlust

5 Stars

“Baby, conquering you would be a fucking pleasure.”
Stiff has noticed Chelsea before. She’s worked at the diner he and the Vipers Creed members frequent for years. Chelsea is a survivor of her circumstances. Life hasn’t been easy, but, she’s a Miller woman and she has goals.
The night her sister is brought to the diner badly beaten changes Chelsea’s life forever.
That night Stiff decides that she is now under the protection of the Vipers Creed and makes it his duty to protect Chelsea and her family.
She is fiercely independent as well as protective of those she loves. He is just as protective of those he cares for.
Ryan Michele guides us through their journey with such chemistry as the following words that I loved will show:
“I dropped  my bag and wrapped my arms around my body, feeling the need to shield myself. I wasn’t afraid. No, this was more powerful, something on a cosmic level that I’d never known existed.”
“Id had sex. I’d made love. I’d fucked. But never in my life had any of that compared to this right here. Put all three of those into a blender, set that sucker on high, and put it in a shot glass – that was what this was.”
And my favorite words that a motorcyclists say… “Wrap your arms around me, he ordered.”
As much as I was sad to see the end of the novel…there was a treat at the end….Xander and Gabriela have a story to share!

“Ryan Michele takes suspense to a whole new level with Vipers Creed and Stiff. This is a page turning, hot read I couldn’t put down.” ~Chelsea Camaron, USA Today Bestselling Author

“Prepared to be conquered, by Stiff. Vipers Creed is an MC series that keeps you craving more. Five plus stars for Conquering!” ~Terri Anne Browning, USA Today Bestselling Author

“This book is filled with all the goodies that Ryan loves to bring us. Her writing is an addiction that I for one crave.” ~Kathy Coopmans, USA Today Bestselling Author

To enter the paperback giveaway over on Goodreads

Ryan Michele found her passion in making fictional characters come to life. She loves being in an imaginative world where anything is possible and has a knack for special twists readers don’t see coming.

She writes MC, Contemporary, Erotic, Paranormal, New Adult, Inspirational, and many more romances. And whether it’s bikers, wolf shifters, mafia, or beyond, Ryan spends her time making sure her heroes are strong and her heroines match them at every turn.

When she isn’t writing, Ryan is a mom and wife living in rural Illinois and reading by her pond in the warm sun.

 

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Hope’s Review of Bad Judgment By Meghan March

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5 Stars because, “let’s be honest”- aren’t all her books 5 stars.

Justine has had a shitty life. The only one she could count on before law school was her grandpa. There she met her best friend, Merica. Those are the people she trusts.
Ryker is the collegiate and graduate playboy. He comes from a family of lawyers and judges. You would think he had the perfect life.
Then one day, Ryker is intrigued by Justine’s because of her brain.
Two years later, circumstances happen and Justine is right where Ryker wants her or is Ryker right where Justine wants him?  But, Ryker doesn’t know how this came to truly happen. Will Justine’s secret be too much for him?
In a plot filled with secrets, the two must learn to truly be honest with one another in order to stay together.
Clearly I am Meghan March biased because I’ve rated all the books I’ve read from her with 5 stars, but, her writing is one that keeps me intrigued and makes it hard for me to put my Kindle down because I get caught up in the story. This book was different from the others I’ve read and I still found myself drawn into the plot and was trying to figure it out before I finished.
I only chose two lines to share from this book – one for Ryker and one for Justine. Each line is a clear statement of who they are.
Ryker – “But let’s be honest – all I see is braless tits bouncing in my shirt.”
Justine – “I’ve spent most of my life bouncing from place to place, never having a chance to put down my roots.”

 

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Bad JUD Cover FrontHe’s so arrogant.

She’s so self-righteous.

I can’t stand him.

I want her.

He’s a distraction I don’t need.

She’ll say yes eventually because I’m not giving up.

 

Justine Porter is stuck between a rock and a stripper pole. She lost her law school scholarship, which means she has two choices to keep her life on track: strip for her tuition or tutor the most distractingly sexy guy in her class—the one she’s been turning down for two years straight. It should be an easy choice, but tutoring Ryker Grant could derail her plans to graduate with honors faster than two-for-one night at the Déjà Vu. Then again, topless has never really been her color.

She could take the easy road, just this once . . . but the deal has enough loopholes to trip anyone up.

Who knew they taught bad judgment in law school?

 

 

 

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“I’ve got some things I need to say to you, and you’re going to let me.”

Her brown eyes snap up to mine, surprise clear in them. “Why should I?”

“Because you’re nothing if not curious, and you want to know what I have to say.”

She steps backward, and I let my fingertips trail across her skin before they drop away. Justine adjusts the straps of her backpack on her shoulders and tucks Chewbacca into a side pocket.

“You know you want to hear the rare sound of me apologizing, don’t you?”

Justine purses her lips, and all I can think about is the dreams I had all weekend of her staring down at me from a stage while she danced and stripped. My own private show. I’m not going to admit how many times I jacked off to the mental picture. I need the real thing, and I won’t have another shot if she won’t even give me a chance to talk to her.

I don’t know what changes her mind, but she relaxes her posture and relents. “Fine. You’ve got five minutes. This better be good.”

It’s not much, but I’ll take it. I lead the way out of the classroom, slipping out the side door I used to make my unobtrusive entrance. Or at least, it was unobtrusive until I decided to share my strike-out history with the entire class at Professor Turner’s invitation.

Glancing behind me, I’m marginally surprised to see Justine actually following. I head for the third-floor doors to the library, where the private rooms are. This conversation isn’t for public consumption.

The first private room on the right is empty, so I push the door open. Justine trails me inside, and I shrug off my backpack and drop it on one of the four chairs.

She closes the door behind her and leans against it, her arms crossed over her chest. I’m guessing she wouldn’t stand that way if she realized how it draws attention to her chest. I force my eyes back to her face. I’m not about to fuck this up.

“Wow, you must really plan on groveling if you need privacy,” she says, an eyebrow raised in challenge.

“Maybe I just wanted to get you alone.”

She rolls her eyes. “And I’m already getting bored.”

“You love to bust my balls, don’t you?”

“I don’t really like to think about your balls, if you want to know the truth.”

I try on my charming smile, the one that has dropped panties for years. “I’m calling bullshit on that. You’ve thought about me at least once.”

She pushes off the door and turns halfway to reach for the handle. “And if that’s all you wanted to say, then I think we’re done here.”

“Wait.”

I’m shocked when she listens.

Justine rubs her hands over her face, her every move revealing her frustration. “You ask me out for two years, practically blackmail me into a kiss, then you blow me off completely, and now you’re all up in my business again. What the hell do you want from me?”

Her confusion punches me in the gut, making me wish I could tell her why I wasn’t there the morning I promised to help her move. It wasn’t for any reason she thinks.

I stride toward her, pressing one palm against the door beside her head. “I’m not blowing you off, and I haven’t stopped thinking about that night.”

“Then why—”

I can’t give her the explanation she wants, so I try something different.

Lowering my head, I catch the next words out of her mouth on my lips. They’re just as soft as I remember, and I drop my other hand to her hip, drawing her against me. Her fingers curl into the fabric of my T-shirt, almost reluctantly, but she’s not pushing me away.

I take her mouth, my tongue diving between her lips to taste her again—finally, but the pulsing of my dick against the zipper of my jeans forces me to back off. If I don’t, I’ll be laying her out on the table behind us, and that’s not what this is about. At least, not all of what this is about.

With her face flushed and her hair messy from my fingers, Justine shutters her expression. She’s rebuilding her walls brick by brick.

That’s not going to work for me.

“What’s it going to take, Justine?” I remember asking her the same question at the bar.

Her dark eyes fill with confusion. “What’s what going to take?” The words come out defensively.

“With you. To get a second chance. I fucked up once, but doesn’t everyone deserve another shot?”

 

 

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Cover and Blurb Reveal🔺 Reaper by Geri Glenn

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Anna
 
I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life.  In fact, some of them almost ruined me. But I am a good person.  I want to make amends.  I want to fix things with my sister and finally have my life back.  I want to change, and I’m trying.  But I just can’t let the past go.
 
Reaper doesn’t make it easy for me. He hates me with a passion.  He’s vowed to do whatever he can to get me out of my sister’s life and away from his club.  It doesn’t matter. He won’t stop me.  No matter how terrified of him I am, nothing is going to stop me from changing my destiny and trying to fix the wrongs from my past. Especially when my secret is discovered, giving him all the ammunition he needs. 
 
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After what seems like an endless stream of problems, things are finally going well with the club.  We’re finally getting back to some semblance of normal after the chaos she brought with her before she was sent away.  But now she’s back.
 
She says she’s changed, and maybe she has, but I don’t care.  She is the reason it all started, and she’s not welcome here.  I will stop at nothing to get her out.  I won’t rest until she’s gone.  Her beauty will not distract me, and her history doesn’t even matter.  I will get Anna away from my club, or die trying.
 
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Geri has been an avid reader for as long as she can remember. She can usually be found curled up in a comfy chair, reading on her iPad both day and night. Geri is an incurable night owl, and it’s not uncommon for her to still be awake, reading at 4 am, just because she can’t put the book down!
 
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★•**•.★ Hope’s Review ★•**•.★ : Always the One by C.C. Monroe

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Title: Always the One
Author: C.C Monroe

Review by Hope Wanderlust

5 Stars and C. C. Monroe should “toot her own horn.”

So.
This.
I get to the end of the book and I am left in a love/dislike relationship with C. C. Monroe.

This is the story of 4 lifelong friends and their journey into love. Always The One focuses on Trey and Shay. While they are best friends, Trey is also the best friend of Kingston, Shay’s older brother. Kingston is also friends with Lana, Shay’s other best friend. They grew up in Utah and make the move to Seattle after the girls graduate. Trey has “mommy issues” as do Kingston and Shay but his wounds from them cut further than we initially think.

Trey has loved Shay for so long and he finally makes the move. The two have to learn to maintain their friendship while being in a relationship for the first time in their early and mid-twenties.

While reading this, I loved that C. C. Monroe has such a way of writing that some of her lines resonated with my soul:

“I find myself behind books laced in poetic words about the beauty of love, setting my expectation far higher than reality.”

“I want this moment to last forever. I want my time with her to last far past the time we are given here on earth. I don’t know if I believe in eternity, but she sure makes me hopeful that there will be one. She makes me feel like the day I was born only half of me entered the world while the other half waited with her and the day we met is when I became complete again.”

“I don’t believe love has a timeline, love is wild, unpredictable, you can’t tame it or tell it when it should happen. You have to let the heart lead you and then grab onto the reins for the bumpy, shocking, thrilling, and beautiful damn ride it is.”

Now….the waiting game – the reason for my dislike. {sigh }

 

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Always the One By C.C. Monroe

Title: Always the One
Author: C.C Monroe
Release Date: August 25
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Friendships are defined as a bond between two people, a building of a strong connection and like for one another. Usually excluding romantic or sexual feelings. Now what occurs when the typical doesn’t happen and friendship turns to love?
 
Trey Adams spends his days working with music and pining over his longtime best friend, Shayla Donovan. The only thing holding him back is his past, a past where love only hurts and leaves you. To love Shayla the way he desires may be a long, arduous road.
 
Shayla Donovan has lived thirteen years of her life with a secret she is ready to confess. Pushing her fear aside may be the only way she can move forward in helping Trey learn the meaning of true love.
 
On their journey to finding love, these two souls will fight battles bigger than they could ever imagine.
 
*This novel contains mature subject matter, such as explicit sexual situations and coarse language, please refrain from reading if these things offend you. This story is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. Hot, sensitive, alpha male, with an HEA.
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Tonight proved our love is stronger than anything—the feelings and emotions all real.

The only light in the room is the burning fireplace, crackling across the way from the bed. I watch the orange and yellow flames mesh, regaining my bearings. Shay’s warmth on top of my chest is welcoming, helping me relax. I notice she’s been silent for a few minutes, and when I look down I’m met by her sleeping form.

Everything that has happened in the past twenty-four hours wore my girl out. But I’m more than happy just sitting here listening to her light breathing as she sleeps. She looks beautiful, like nothing in this world could disturb her. I want this moment to last forever. I want my time with her to last far past the time we are given here on earth. I don’t know if I believe in eternity, but she sure makes me hopeful that there will be one. She makes me feel like the day I was born only half of me entered the world while the other half of me waited with her and the day we met was the day I became complete again.

Lightly, I move the backside of my fingers down her cheek, and when my thumb makes it to her lips I graze the round edges. Remembering the way she kissed me back when I took away her virginity. Looking at her now, I feel a sense of completion. I’m not only falling, but in essence, also surrendering my heart, soul, and body for the chance to love someone.

This is the moment that changes a boy into a man. The moment one falls in love. Not only am I responsible for loving this woman, but I’m also now in charge of protecting her heart and honoring any promise I give her from here on out.

For women, virginity is the one thing that they give to someone that they’ve fallen in love with. Well, most women. The one thing they give away as a symbol of their love and commitment to their partner. But what virginity is to women, is what a heart is to a man. We save that shit with us until the right woman comes along to claim it. That’s when we then give it away, without a second thought or regret. Shayla took my heart, and I will never be able to get it back.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Her voice is soft and laced in a sleepy rasp.

“You look beautiful when you sleep.”

She searches my eyes, seeing if I’m lying or hiding anything from her. Letting her gaze falter for a second she moves on, accepting my answer. She stretches before placing her head back on her spot above my heart.

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Ever since I was a young girl, I have loved the idea of love. Now that I’m older and have love in my life, I still love the concept of LOVE. More so, I believe in the power of love on paper. Writing the stories of the characters in my head.


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 ★•**•.★ Hope’s Review ★•**•.★
5 Stars and C. C. Monroe should “toot her own horn.”

So.
This.
I get to the end of the book and I am left in a love/dislike relationship with C. C. Monroe.

This is the story of 4 lifelong friends and their journey into love. Always The One focuses on Trey and Shay. While they are best friends, Trey is also the best friend of Kingston, Shay’s older brother. Kingston is also friends with Lana, Shay’s other best friend. They grew up in Utah and make the move to Seattle after the girls graduate. Trey has “mommy issues” as do Kingston and Shay but his wounds from them cut further than we initially think.

Trey has loved Shay for so long and he finally makes the move. The two have to learn to maintain their friendship while being in a relationship for the first time in their early and mid-twenties.

While reading this, I loved that C. C. Monroe has such a way of writing that some of her lines resonated with my soul:

“I find myself behind books laced in poetic words about the beauty of love, setting my expectation far higher than reality.”

“I want this moment to last forever. I want my time with her to last far past the time we are given here on earth. I don’t know if I believe in eternity, but she sure makes me hopeful that there will be one. She makes me feel like the day I was born only half of me entered the world while the other half waited with her and the day we met is when I became complete again.”

“I don’t believe love has a timeline, love is wild, unpredictable, you can’t tame it or tell it when it should happen. You have to let the heart lead you and then grab onto the reins for the bumpy, shocking, thrilling, and beautiful damn ride it is.”

Now….the waiting game – the reason for my dislike. {sigh }






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Savage Rebel by Kathleen Kelly

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Title: Savage Rebel

Series: Savage Angels MC #6

Author: Kathleen Kelly

Release Date: August 24, 2016

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A Casino. A Rival MC. A Mob Family.

Dane, President of the Savage Angels MC Tourmaline Chapter sends Rebel to Las Vegas to negotiate their purchase of a casino. When the local Mob Family in Vegas feels threatened by their presence, a rival MC, The Dark Warriors step in to protect what they consider their territory.

The Warriors are a ruthless club who will stop at nothing in their pursuit of power.

An innocent woman catches Rebel’s attention which serves to give the Warriors a brand new target. Ruby is caught in the crossfire and with a rat in the mix, all bets are off. Will Rebel be able to save his woman and close the Casino deal or will he lose it all to the Dark Warriors?

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Kathleen enjoys writing contemporary, romance novels with a little bit of erotica. She draws her inspiration from family, friends and the people around her. She can often be found in cafes writing and observing the locals.
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44 Rillington Crescent – Samantha Fontien

 
 
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44 Rillington Crescent
I’m calculating, like most women… Except… I’m no
ordinary woman…
I’m emotionally damaged… And, I accept that, hell… I embrace
it.
I’m a lost soul… I don’t do Love in any shape or form, well
I didn’t think I did, until the universe didn’t see eye to eye with me and
decided to teach me a lesson that I would never forget, showing me Love can
take many forms…
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Caught in the Flames By Kacey Shea

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Title: Caught in the Flames

Author: Kacey Shea

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 23

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Callie Gordon is more than a little obsessed…

I love firemen.

Heroic. Selfless. Brave.

Not to mention the uniform with those damn sexy pants…I can’t get enough.

Imagine my surprise when local fire captain, Chase Matthews, wanders into my yard on moving day. I’ve hit real estate gold. Hot as sin with that all-knowing smirk creates an instant spark. Welcome to the neighborhood never looked so good.

But dating a firefighter isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Chase keeps me at distance even when I attempt to break down his walls. A friendship with the nosy eccentric woman down the street reveals there’s more to Chase than he’s willing to share. I’m playing with fire and bound to get burned.

Secrets unfold.

Truths are brought to light.

Can I handle the heat? Or will my love for this man prove that sometimes even good girls have to burn down the house?

Fires are dangerous

Sometimes good girls

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Kacey Shea is a mom of three, wife, and indie author who resides in sunny Arizona. She enjoys reading and writing romance novels as much as her son loves unicorns, which is a lot.

When she’s not writing you will find her playing taxi cab to her children while belting out her favorite tunes, meeting friends or family for food and to share some laughs, or sweating it out in the gym. Kacey finds that picking up heavy weights repeatedly is good for her mental health as much as it is for the physical.

She has an unhealthy obsession with firefighters. It could be the pants. It could be the fire. It’s just hot. On occasion she has been known to include them, without their knowledge, in her selfies outside the grocery store.

Kacey one day aspires to be a woman hand model in a sexy photo shoot. You know, the woman’s hand raking across the muscular back or six pack stomach of the male fitness model. Yep, that hand.

Until that day comes she will continue writing sexy, flirty romance novels in hopes to bring others joy!

Kacey enjoys interacting with her fans so please feel free to stalk her on Facebook, Instagram or Twitter.

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Title: Filthy

Series: The Reckless Series

Author: HJ Bellus

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 8

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From the USA Today and AMAZON best seller, HJ Bellus, comes a sexy romance: FILTHY.

It was just a summer fling.

He taught me his bad boy ways.

And now I’m beyond being saved.

At first it was fun, but now it’s an addiction my skin craves.

All sense of reality disappears and there’s no boundaries holding me in.

My name is Darby and this is FILTHY.

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I can’t keep my eyes off of Darby in her short dress with her tanned legs peeking out. Her nightmares fucking destroy me and I’ve tried to stay sober since that night. I’d do anything to be the one to push fucking Oliver in front of that train. The headlines were blasted all over the town and county. It was labeled an accident with no witnesses, and not even a family member to step up and claim him.

Darby passes baby Charlie back to Zane then bounces in the house, and I’m sure she’s off to tend to her best friend, Ava.

“What’s up, Rhett?” Zane nods to me to have a seat next to him as he offers Charlie a bottle.

“Nothing, man.”

“I’m the one getting married today and you look like the weight of the world is on your shoulders.”

I just shrug, knowing that if I open up to my best friend that I’ll lose everything. Zane has put up with enough shit in his life and carried around everyone else’s worries, he doesn’t need to worry about this shit. Plus, he’d take the guilt on double knowing what had happened.

“You know me and weddings.” I sit next to him, and hold my finger out for Charlie to wrap her little hand around.

“You’re usually ready to roll at weddings and taking tally of how much pussy you’re going to nail.”

I keep my eyes locked on Charlie’s teeny-tiny hand. “Well, considering that you’re having a tiny ceremony and the only other woman here besides Darby will be my mom, then it seems my mood is fitting.”

“How are you and the other half?” he asks.

“I don’t have another half,” I say deadpan and look up to him.

Zane just quirks an eyebrow in my direction and waits for an answer.

“We have an open relationship.” I take Charlie from him, delicately putting her on my shoulder, and pat her back.

“Bullshit. There’s no such thing when two people are as tight as you. I see the way you look at her.”

“Just because you fell in love and get all the happily ever after bullshit doesn’t mean I do.”

“What’s holding you back, Rhett?”

“My cock that craves a wide variety of pussy.”

Zane stands and whacks me in the back of the head. “Watch your fucking mouth, man, you’re holding my daughter.”

I could go in so many different directions with this, but decide to taunt him later about Charlie growing up and the boys chasing. God knows I’ll be right by his side kicking their asses with him.

“I’m going to change, then I’ll come grab her and you can change.”

I nod to him. The rhythmic breathing from Charlie and the slow pats on her back calm me and in a strange way they ease all my worries.

“Don’t ever grow up, little girl.” I kiss her temple and continue to wait for her burp.

The music from the house is booming and Zane has disappeared off into the barn, leaving me alone for a bit. That hasn’t happened much lately since I helicopter over Darby’s every single move. My parents should be pulling up the lane any moment and this peace will soon dissipate.

“I’m scared, Charlie, I’m not going to lie.” She belches and it’s a juicy one. I’m almost afraid to look down on my shoulder. “Now if you tell your dad that I said that then we’re going to have problems little girl.”

I tuck her in my arms and am relieved when my shoulder is throw-up free. That shit stinks and lingers like no other.

“I’m afraid to fall in love. You see, a long time ago…” I place my finger on her chest and let her little hand wrap around it, “my heart was broke. Like, broke real bad. You know Uncle Rhett doesn’t show hurt, but this girl from my past wrecked me.”

Charlie’s sapphire blue eyes stare back at me like she’s absorbing in each word. Her dainty lips purse together as if she was going to answer back. I just shake my head and smile. Grandpa sure sent us the gift of a lifetime with this little one. The love I feel for Charlie reminds me that my closed off heart does still have the power to love.

I lean in close and whisper to her, sharing one of my deepest secrets that in actual honesty even scares the shit out of me. “I think I’m falling in love with Darby, but I’m too big of a pussy to admit it.”

“My turn,” Darby announces, jetting from the front door.

She came in her maid of honor dress, but pulled her hair up into a big messy pile on the top of her head, and added some make-up, highlighting her whiskey colored eyes. She doesn’t even ask as she scoops Charlie up from my arms. My legs spread automatically and my hands find her hips, gently settling her into my lap.

The crook of her neck aligns perfectly with my mouth. On instinct, I dip low, brushing my lips against her sweet skin and listen to her babble on to her goddaughter about beautiful her mother is. I get selfish and need more than my lips on her skin, and begin to lightly kiss her. My fucking cock is up and ready to go.

The taste of Darby’s skin is the most fucking addictive drug to ever enter my bloodstream, and it only adds to my fear of never being able to let her go.

Pretending it’s an open relationship is just a façade. It’s what I do best…lie to myself. It’s the reason I always fuck her hard and aggressive, soaking up every ounce of her. It’s a defense mechanism. If I ever laid her down and made love to her, I’d be a fucking goner.

“You looking fucking delicious,” I mumble into her neck.

She takes a minute to look over to me and wrinkles her nose. “You just want in my pants.”

“You mean up your dress?”

“Same difference.”

“I bet you won’t say no.”

Darby tilts her head, showcasing her take-no-bullshit attitude. “Try me.”

“You’re on.”

Footsteps thudding up the stairs interrupt our playful banter.

“Your turn man.” Zane points out to the barn. “Only place we’re allowed.”

Darby stands up and hands Zane his little girl. I’ve seen it a hundred times now, the way his blue eyes light up, the pride that covers his face, and the smile of life each time he looks at his little girl.

“Ava, okay?” he asks Darby.

She nods before taking back off inside the house. “Said she had to rub one out before the ceremony; something about nerves or some shit.”

“You’re lucky you’re a woman or I’d…”

“Kick my ass, blah, blah, blah,” she finishes for him.

Zane settles back with Charlie on his chest. “You’ve got a feisty one on your hands and I have a feeling she’s going to wreck you in a good way.”

He has no idea how close to the actual truth he is about Darby. I run my hands through my shaggy black hair. The shit’s so long I could almost put it in a ponytail or one of those fucking man buns that Darby has been begging me to do.

“It’s Gia, isn’t it?” His question throttles me, pulling me from fantasizing about how I’m going to take Darby.

“Uh?” I ask even though I heard his question is crystal clear.

“You’re afraid she’ll do to you what Gia did.”

“Dude, you’re so far off it’s not even real.”

“I’ll say it once and it’s because you’re like a brother to me. If you love her, want to love her, even think about fucking loving her, then don’t let the past or circumstances get in the way. I nearly lost Ava.”

“Going to get dressed.” I snag two beers in clenched knuckles from the red cooler under the table and head to the barn.

The Rhett who’s functioned in this world for years comes out to play. The asshole, cocky bastard, jokester, and horny motherfucker as I strut to the barn and down the beer. I let out a howl of joy when I see another cooler in the barn that’s stocked full of cold beer.

My clothes are hung up in pristine condition. Ava refused to let me take them home or be responsible for them, period. Told me I’d probably sell them to a whore. My cargo shorts fall to the floor and I peel off my tank top before downing another beer. I can’t believe I’m about to put on fucking dress pants with a button up white shirt. Goddamn, I’m going to look like King Kong of the pussies gang. Thank fuck Zane will be next to me looking like the gorgeous weed he is.

There’s a mint green tie strung around the shirt and that’s the only difference between what I’m wearing and Zane. His tie is black. Ava and Darby thoroughly instructed us on the look they wanted. Untucked shirt, rolled up sleeves, the first few buttons undone, and the tie loosely knotted. Oh, that night after we practiced putting the fancy shit on did we give those women a show stripping out of the clothes.

Zane had a lot of making up to do after he piped off with the comment that these made the perfect stage outfits. Pretty sure the man’s face was down in the place for a good week or so. But he was right, I intend on using this next weekend at the club paired with my Ray Ban sunglasses.

A fucking genius idea hits me as my third or fourth beer goes by.

Rhett: I need help with this fucking tie

Darby: Tell someone who cares

Oh, the little shit wants it bad.

Rhett: Fuck, I’d call Sheila but I think she’s with another guy tonight.

Darby: Pig!

Rhett: You want to suck it…gotta run babe, trying to put my hair up in one of those manly buns.

I watch out the window, drinking another beer, and like fucking clockwork Darby sprints out the door and down the steps towards the barn. My cock comes to life watching her perfect tits bounce and the smile streaming across her face. The girl thinks she plays hard to get.

“Rhett.” The door swings wide open.

I turn to her with a beer in one hand and my other hand down the front of my boxers, rubbing my raging hard on. My longer than average hair falls to one side as I stare her down.

Darby doesn’t speak another word while she stares at my hand covering my cock, and then finally shuts the barn door, locking it.

“Don’t lock it. I hope someone walks in and sees me fucking the prettiest girl here.”

She plucks a hair tie from around her wrist and slowly walks over to me. I don’t move and continue rubbing myself. Her hands thread through my hair and I fucking moan. Her touch is always electric and sends chills through me. We’ve fucked over a hundred times and it still feels brand new each time.

Her lips land on mine as her hands work through my hair, bundling it together until it’s all off my neck. She pulls back for a second and looks into my eyes. There always seems to be so much to say between the two of us, but it’s like we’re both too fucked up and scared to say a word.

We stay nose to nose as she wraps the elastic tie around my hair, then she finally steps back and takes the drink from my hand. She’s not shy about polishing it off for me. I watch her hand gently pull up her dress and then sink below her panties. The shit is taunting me with my actions. My cock aches to be inside her.

“You look so damn hot, Rhett.” Her voice hitches as her hand moves quicker.

It’s erotic as hell, but frustrating at the same time because I can only see the movement of her lace panties and not the parts I want to see. Pulling my cock from my boxers, I hope she’ll drop her panties and let me watch her sink into her sweet center until her knees tremble.

I wrap my hand around the base of my cock and give it a good squeeze, forcing back a moan and struggling to hold on to the last few bits of willpower I have. Darby’s tongue darts out and runs along the length of her lips, as I begin to stroke myself from base to tip.

Without warning, she sinks to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth. The overwhelming sensation and the buzz from the beer have me melting back onto the wall. Her fingers dig into the flesh on my ass as she sucks hard. The head hits the back of her throat several times until she pulls all the way back, lapping her tongue around my head.

I finally have to stand her up before I fucking explode in her mouth. She knows me too fucking well and lies back on a covered bale of straw, sinking her hand right back down into her panties. Every other woman I’ve been with is all about themselves and me fucking them hard. Not Darby, she loves to tease me and pull out everything inside of me.

“Don’t mess your hair up, baby,” I whisper, staring down at her.

She bucks her hips up in the air, sinking deeper into herself. Darby tosses her head to the side, showcasing her flushed cheeks.

“May I?” I ask, eyeing those sexy fucking panties.

She only nods, giving me permission to drag them down her legs. I fucking want to rip them off of her in one tear and sink balls deep in her, but I’ll let her put on this show. It will only make the fucking outcome that much more delicious. My knuckles graze down the sides of her legs as I pull off the only barrier left between us.

She has two fingers rubbing circles on her swollen clit.

“Watch me, Rhett,” she moans out. “You make me feel beautiful when you watch me.”

I don’t take my fucking eyes off of her as I sink down to my knees. My palm runs up her abdomen splayed out while my other hand spreads her legs further apart.

“Stroke your cock, Rhett.”

I shake my head side to side. “No, this is about you, baby.”

Slowly, she sinks one finger deep inside of her. Easily she finds a rhythm riding her hand. I place my hand on top of hers, applying pressure on her palm and making sure the perfect amount of friction is on her clit. She adds another finger into the pounding movement and begins to moan and roll her hips even faster, and right when she’s about to cum, I pull her fingers from her.

“Rhett.” She perches up on her elbows.

With both hands, I spread her legs wider and then lift them over my shoulder. “This is mine and I will please it.”

I take my time sinking lower to her until my nose is at her entrance, teasing her. Her sweet smell is too much of a temptation causing my tongue to dart out and lap her up. My teeth nip at her and then I finally circle her bud while pushing two fingers inside of her.

She doesn’t moan this time, but screams out my name as I work her over. The insides of her legs squeeze my head and her hands pull on my hair as she rides out her orgasm on my face. It’s never enough and even though I know she’s done, I take a few more drinks of her before standing up.

“Did you mess up my fucking man bun?” I ask with a smirk on my lips.

Darby giggles and nods her head.

“Well then, I better fuck you hard.”

She bites down on her bottom lip in anticipation.

I pull her up to my chest until I have her in my arms with her wet opening over my erection. Her hands lace into my hair and lips crash down on mine. I readjust the hold on her legs, steadying her. Her gorgeous brown eyes tell me the sweetest story as she stares back at me. Fuck, how long am I going to be able to lie to myself before she owns my soul?

I ease her down slowly on my cock, relishing how she feels. It’s a fucking drug and I’m addicted. She pulls back when we are fully connected.

“Did you say that my pussy is yours?”

Her typical playful smile and smartass tone are vacant. She’s fucking serious right now and I can only find the courage to nod. I want to say so much more like I’m fucking falling in love with her, but I don’t. I win her over with sex. It’s my specialty.

I start out slow and then pick up the pace, bouncing her up and down on my dick. Her tight pussy grips around me perfectly.

“Rhett. Rhett. Oh. My. God. Rhett!” she screams as her release hits her. I’m not long behind her sinking in balls deep.

“This is yours, too, Darby,” I grit out between my teeth, knowing it’s as close to the truth as I can say.

Her lips crash onto mine and I pick up the speed, pounding her down on my cock and spill into her.

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HJ Bellus is a small town girl who loves the art of storytelling. When not making readers laugh or cry, she’s a part-time livestock wrangler that can be found in the middle of Idaho, shot gunning a beer while listening to some Miranda Lambert on her Beats and rocking out in her boots.

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