I thought I knew sex. I've had sex. Heck, I've felt lust. Once, I've even felt love. I thought I knew exactly what sex was.
Until I met Cade.
He's the meaning of sex.
He's a biker.
He wants me.
My world is about to change, for the better? I don't know. But here's my story, I hope you're ready for it because it's not the beautiful, heart wrenching story most people have to tell. It's passionate, forbidden, morally incorrect and downright, fucking beautiful.
But then there's Ciara, the sister of his deceased wife. She's beautiful and damned determined to throw herself into his life in hopes they can reform an old friendship, but Spike won't hear of it, and Ciara refuses to give up.
Who will win the battle of wills?
“I am proud of myself,” I scream so loudly
the entire bar goes silent. “I am proud of everything I’ve done, and that
includes him.” I jab a finger at Spike. “He’s everything to me, and he was
everything to me before Cheyenne came along. If you want to hate me, go right
ahead. It’s not like I haven’t lived my entire life with the same emotion being
tossed at me on a daily basis. I am sorry Cheyenne is gone, but it isn’t my
fault. It was never my fault. She wanted Spike, she pushed for him, and you can
blame me as much as you want for that, but she was a big girl and she made her
own choices. I’ll never be sorry for being with him now, because I love him.
I’ve loved him far longer than she did, and I’ll love him until I stop
breathing. Maybe it’s wrong, maybe it’s disgusting, but it’s my happiness and
you know what?” I get to my feet, my legs shaking. “I fucking deserve it!”