Intended for those who are age 18+
I was daddy’s little girl, until he didn’t come home one day. Mom moved on, married a rich guy I can’t stand, and his son, Sebastian Rossi, wants what he can’t have — me. I didn’t realize when I chose to run that I would crash down a mountain, or that the man who pulled me from the wreckage would rescue me in every way that counts. Rocky is the biggest, sexiest badass I’ve ever seen. And the more time I spend with him, the more I want to feel his lips on mine, his hands holding me, his body claiming me. I want him so bad I can taste it, but the stubborn man says I’m too young. I’ll just have to prove him wrong.
All I wanted was to brood in peace and quiet on my mountaintop while I tried to outrun my demons. I never expected that past to show up in the form of a sexy as fuck woman — a woman I shouldn’t touch. I’m not only twenty years older than her, I’m part of the reason her dad never came home. I’ll do anything it takes to keep her safe, even go home to Alabama. My brothers, the Dixie Reapers, will help protect her. I’m just not sure who’s going to protect her from me, because if I ever get my hands on all those curves, I’m not ever going to let her go.
Mara stood in the bedroom doorway, her gaze darting around the room. As badly as I wanted her, I also wanted tonight to be special for her. The Prospects had helped put the king size bed together, as well as the dresser. I’d bought two fluffy pillows and one of those bed in a bag sets. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a navy blanket with aqua swirls, and matching aqua sheets. I’d tried to pick something Mara might find pretty, without having to sleep under flowers and shit. So her feet wouldn’t be cold in the morning, I’d picked up the matching rug and it lay beside the bed on her side.
Three jar candles were scattered across the top of the dresser and I’d lit them, the eucalyptus and mint scents filling the air. I’d shut off the light, so only the glow of candlelight lit the area. I also had put a candle on each bedside table, but Mara didn’t know about the stuff I’d hidden in one of the drawers. We’d picked up the furniture at a warehouse on the edge of town, then stopped at a Target on the way back for everything else. While she’d been picking out towels and shit, I’d made a quick side trip down another aisle. I’d left the Prospects with her and they’d done a good job keeping her occupied.
The windows had those cheap three dollar blinds up, but I’d made sure they were closed so we’d have some privacy. I’d buy her better ones, but these were fine for now. The silvery light of the moon tried to break through them, but no one could see in and that’s what mattered. Not that I thought my brothers would pull that shit, knowing that I was going to claim my woman tonight. Everyone would give us some space.
“How did you get all this without me knowing?” she asked.
“I made sure you were distracted.”
She smiled softly. “Thank you, Rocky. This is amazing.”
“I can be an asshole, but I’m not a complete asshole. You deserve for tonight to be special. I’ve never been much of a romantic, and I can’t promise that you’ll get stuff like this all the time. I just… I didn’t want you to look back on tonight and be disappointed.”
Mara moved closer, her hand coming up to rest on my chest. “I won’t be disappointed. Even without the candles and stuff, I still wouldn’t have been. All I need is you, Rocky. If you’d taken my virginity in that cheap motel in Kansas, it still would have been a good memory for me.”
I cupped her cheek, my thumb caressing her soft skin. “Your daddy was a good man, and I don’t know that he would approve of us being together, but I promise that I will always take care of you. I’m sure I’ll make mistakes along the way, but I will never knowingly hurt you.”
“I don’t understand really about all this MC stuff, but I’ll try not to embarrass you.”
“Sweet girl, you could never embarrass me.”
I kissed her, slow and deep. Sliding my hands under her dress and cupped her ass, lifting her against me. I couldn’t wait to strip her bare and feel all those curves against me. Slow and steady, I reminded myself. It wasn’t a race. She wasn’t some club slut that I could flip over, fuck fast and hard, and walk away. She was mine, my woman, and I was going to treat her right. Oh, she would get it hard, but I was going to savor every moment, every inch of her soft body. This wasn’t just a first for her. I was far from a virgin, but it was my first time with a woman who mattered.
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Short. Erotic. Sweet. Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place.
For fans of Gay Romance, Harley/Jessica also writes as Dulce Dennison.