It’s happened to my brothers before—so, I know it can. That thunderbolt feeling that strikes you with just one look. I just never fucking expected it to happen to me. I’m the most jaded motherfucker to walk the face of the Earth. There’s a reason I wound up a member of the Devil’s Blaze Motorcycle Club. I don’t fucking deal well with rules, I don’t deal well with people, and I don’t like living life the way some other fucker tells me I should. So, the fact that I’m standing here in the middle of a fucking street in the small, sleepy town of Slade, Kentucky, panting after some uptight bitch, knocks me on my ass.

It’s August for fuck’s sake and one of the hottest months ever on record. It’s easily a hundred and two out here and this bitch is wearing a long-sleeved, gray dress that comes up to her damn chin and some kind of fancy nylon tights on her legs under that. About the only thing that looks like she dressed for the weather is the tight little bun she’s pulled her white-gold hair into and, fuck me, that looks painful. The thing is, despite how stupid the outfit is, it is sexy as hell. The dress hugs curves that go on for fucking miles. Tits that would more than fill my hands, and legs…fuck, those legs were made to wrap around a man. Hell, those pointy-heeled shoes she has on, alone, make my dick stand up and take notice.

I want to pull that hair down and wrap it around my hand while I’m feeding her every inch of my cock. Her skin is creamy milk with just a hint of color, and she has these thick-rimmed, black glasses on and everything about her screams uptight teacher. Hell, suddenly I want to go back to school. She’s looking under the hood of a beat-up, old Chevy Blazer and waving steam out of her face. I can already tell its overheating. Then again, so am I.

“Car trouble?” I ask, sounding bored, but honestly I’m anything but. Shit, if my cock gets any harder, I’m going to have to jack off right here in the middle of the street.

She looks up at me and even through the glasses I can see the prettiest blue eyes I’ve ever laid sight on. Damn. It just keeps getting better. Her sweet, little pink tongue comes out and brushes across her lips, and any brain cells I had left that weren’t already directing energy to my dick are gone now.

“Uh…yes…I called Triple A, though,” she says and her voice is sweet and soft, and I’m dying to know how it sounds when full of pleasure.

“You’re not from around here are you, honey?”

“I…I just moved here from Illinois. I took the job at the county library.”

Librarian. Fuck me, my brain keeps telling me to turn away, and if I could talk any sense at all into my dick right now, I would. That ship has sailed, though. I’m going to nail this woman, it’s just a matter of when at this point.

“I thought so,” I mumble, looking under the hood of her vehicle. I’m pretty sure I know the problem, but just to make sure, I get down on the ground and crawl under the SUV.

“You don’t have to do this. I’m sure they’ll be sending someone out any minute now.”

“That’s why I knew you weren’t from around here. You’re in the backwoods of Kentucky, honey. Nearest tow would be Ray’s, two counties over, and when he gets here, he’ll either be shit-faced, horny, or both.”

“I…I’m sure…I can find someone…”

“Your water pump is blown,” I inform her, deciding to lay on the ground a moment longer because the view of those fucking fantastic legs of hers that I’m getting through the slit of her skirt is amazing. Jesus.

“I…will that take a long time to fix?” She asks, looking down at her…Mickey Mouse watch?

I get up and slam the hood down on her ride and watch as she steps back to look at me. Those blue eyes of hers are wide, but I’m not sure if it’s with fear or something else. Her nipples are hard and poking through that tight-ass dress, so I’m hoping it’s something else entirely.

“What’s your name, honey?”

“Um…Annabelle.”

“Of course it is,” I answer, shaking my damn head. Hell, even her name is wholesome.

“I’m sorry?” She asks, those blue eyes full of confusion.

“Not a thing, Annie, not a damn thing. Okay, let’s load you on my bike and get you home. I’ll get one of the boys to fix your car and drop it off.”

“You…I mean, do you run a garage?”

“Something like that,” I agree, shaking my head.

I follow as she goes around to the driver’s side of her car and gets her purse and some folders. She bends over and that clingy fabric she’s wearing tightens up on her ass, and I nearly cum in my fucking jeans. As it is, I can’t stop the groan that leaves my lips. She straightens up and looks back at me. Her gaze goes down and watches my hand. The hand just happens to be palming my cock so I can adjust myself. Heat rises on her cheeks and it looks fucking good on her. I don’t think I’ve ever known a woman who blushes.

“I’m not sure I should be going anywhere with you…Mr.…What was your name again?”

“Sabre.”

“Sabre?”

“That’s my name, honey. Now, it’s hotter than hell out here and I’m looking for you to stroke out any minute, so how about you get a move on and haul your ass to my bike.”

“Your bike?”

“Yeah, my bike.”

“I’m not dressed to ride on a bike, Mr….umm…Sabre.”

She’s fucking sweet. So sweet she makes me want to taste her to see if her pussy is as sweet as she is. I bet she’s luscious and juicy like a peach.

“Honey, get your shit. I got things to do, and I’m not leaving you out in this heat.” When she continues not to move and just stares at me, I sigh heavily. “Do it Annie, or I’ll carry you. It’s your choice.”

She jerks at my words. Then she continues watching me for a minute. Finally, she must have assumed (correctly) that I wasn’t kidding and starts walking away. I grab her arm just to make sure she doesn’t get away and lead her to my bike. The muscles in her wrist tighten up under my hold, but she doesn’t pull away. It takes her three tries to get on the back of my bike with that long-ass skirt and fuck-me shoes. I watch it all over my shoulder and love the way the dress pulls up to her knees. I grieve that I’m on a deadline because I’d love to get a look at what she’s hiding under that dress. I will, eventually. I make myself that promise.

“Where do you live, honey?”

“The old farmhouse on Turkey Ridge?”

A farmhouse? I’m still shaking my head as I pull out on the street. Ms. Annie has hit me like a motherfucking thunderbolt. I’m screwed.