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Read on for a taste of the Wicked Throttle MC
CHAPTER ONE
How the hell did I get myself into this? Oh, I know. The second I heard that heart-pulling whine, I just had to bend down and look into this fucking drain. When I locked my gaze with those bright eyes filled with fear, I didn’t think twice and shoved my arm in there. Shall I mention the fact that my arm is massive? So now I’m stuck, just like that sweet puppy that my arm is keeping company.
Positive note is that the sweet little thing is kinda happy now. Cuddling, licking my skin...yeah, he’s a good boy, or girl…damn, I don’t fucking know. I can’t even tell what breed it is because my fucking arm is blocking everything.
Footsteps shuffle on the ground behind me. I can barely lift my head, because I’m lying flat on the ground and all, with my other arm tucked underneath my body. All I can manage is to turn it a little bit and get a glimpse of black biker boots. Wait, no…maybe they’re SWAT or, hell I don’t know.
Just fucking perfect, I can’t do shit. Talk about a compromising position, with me lying helpless on the ground pinned to a damn drain.
“What on earth do you think you’re doing?” If her voice didn’t carry a punch, I might have written it off as timid.
Why? Why in the hell am I stuck and unable to look up to see if there’s a nice set of tits attached to the body that produced that voice? Fucking excellent. Not only is my arm trapped, but my dick seems to be confined in my pants that appears to get a tighter fit with every passing second. Not to mention the fact that there’s little space between me and the ground I’m draped over.
Ignoring the fucker that wants to get wet, and by this I’m not talking about the rain that’s starting to fall, I try to think of something smart to say.
Except…there’s that voice again. “Wait…you’re stuck? Why would you put your arm all the way in there? And it’s kinda big and all…not the brightest idea, but I think you’ve already noticed that little fact, right?”
Come on, I could really use a smart reply right about now, but the only head that seems to be working is in my pants. Isn’t there a law against sexy voices when someone is in a rough spot or something?
I can hear her move and know she’s looming over me. The sweet smell of jasmine and vanilla attacks my nose. This is pure torture considering I can almost feel the heat of her body so close to me…and that dog that’s...
“Could you stop humping me?” I grumble in frustration.
There’s a bite of pain due to a slap on my biceps.
“I. Am. Not. Humping you.” She seethes and I can feel her step away from me.
“No. Fuck, no. Not you, babe. The dog. The dog is humping my arm.”
“There’s a dog in there?” Her voice does have a bite to it, although this time it’s filled with emotion.
I feel her crouching down next to me and then curly flames come into my line of vision. She’s a fucking redhead? Great, just fucking great.
“Aw, you sweet little thing, I’ll get you out. But first I need to get this huge chunk of biker out of our way, so hold on little one.” She croons.
I’m still processing her words when she slides my other arm free that was tucked underneath my body.
“Grab hold of me.” She instructs.
“Don’t have to tell me fucking twice.” I mumble.
Damn, I haven’t even seen her and I’m already hooked to that enchanting voice.
My fingers find a loop on her jeans and do as I’m told. I feel her touch on my back as she presses me down against the ground some more. Probably to create more space and get a right angle to get my arm free. My cheek is now on the pavement and I see her pressing her boot against the curb with her knee slightly bent. Tight fingers wrap around my biceps.
“Hold on.” She says only seconds before I see her leg go straight as a board and my arm is yanked loose. Hard.
Fuck, that hurt. Although I can hardly complain considering my arm is now free. There’s that whine again. Shit, the dog is still in there.
“Move.”
I’m pushed out of the way right after she throws that word out. Sitting up, I inspect my arm that has some lacerations. When I divert my gaze, all I see is a tight jean clad ass up in the air and a green shirt. Her magnificent red curls are about shoulder length and dancing around.
“I’ve got you, little one.” She mumbles in an endearing voice while moving back.
There’s a little bundle in her hands that might have been white at some point but it’s dirty as fuck now. My eyes slide up and I am absolutely speechless. Some might not classify her as hot, but she most definitely is to me.
Those corkscrew flames surround her face. Eyebrows that are so perfectly arched that it appears she is questioning things. Her lips seem like they are locked in a forever pout. Full, pink, and I cannot wait to taste them. She’s got a light spread of freckles on her cheeks and nose that look hot as fuck.
I’m still taking in every inch of her face even though it’s blocked due to the puppy she’s holding up to inspect.
“I think you’re a Doberman pup, but you’re all white… oh such pretty eyes…you’re an albino, aren’t you?” Her gaze locks with mine. “Don’t you think?”
There’s no air in my lungs. I might as well swallow my tongue because all of my bodily functions seems to seize with her standing right in front of me.
“Shit. You’re bleeding too.” She scrambles from the ground.
With the pup in one hand, she holds out the other one for me to take. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up too.”
My fingers wrap around hers and there’s no denying the feeling of contentment that washes over me. Pushing myself off the ground, we keep our hands locked a moment longer than necessary. The pup starts to stir and she lets go to cradle the dog and walks off.
I see her tight ass stalk into the direction of the vegetable store. That’s where I was going when I stepped off my bike and got sidetracked by the pup in the drain. My mom is in a retirement home and I visit as much as I can. I always come here first so I can buy her some strawberries or other fruit. I’ve never seen this chick here, though. There’s always an old dude managing the store and talking my ear off.
Walking past a black GMC Sierra pickup truck, I follow the redhead into the store. She turns and shoves the pup into my hands.
“Can you hold him while I go grab the first-aid kit?” She doesn’t wait for a reply but just jogs into the back and comes right out a few minutes later, kit in hand and a blanket in the other.
Putting the things on the counter, she walks toward the apples and grabs a box. She turns it upside down to empty it over another crate and walks back to take the blanket and puts it in the box. She grabs the pup, places a kiss on its head and gently sets him in the box that now clearly functions as a bed.
“Okay, let’s do you first.” Her words dropping like a bomb.
Yeah, let’s do me. Right here? Shall I unzip my pants while you do the same? Damn, focus Corban, I don’t even know her name.
“Before we get into you, or me, doing anything, let’s make some formal introductions first.” My hand comes up for her to take. “Corban Winspear.”
Her delicate fingers wrap around me in a tight grip, she shakes twice and lets go. “Maud Gilford.”
“As in ‘Gilford’s Fruit & Vegetables’?” The thought slips from my lips.
She gives a tight nod. “The very one. I’m the owner.”
“The owner.” I snort, because I always see the older dude here so I’m pretty sure her dad owns the store.
“Yes. Owner. As in working my ass off from the day I started, get up early, hard work and shit. That such a surprise to you, biker boy?” She bites out her words, clearly annoyed by the snort that snuck out, meaning I wasn’t buying her being the owner.
And, really…biker boy? Okay…I am a biker, but I’m hardly a boy. I’m thirty-four years old... I’m a big dude at six foot four and my arms and chest are massive. Considering I’m wearing a tank and my leather cut, that obviously displays I belong to Wicked Throttle Motorcycle Club, along with the little patch she can’t miss stating the fact that I’m the VP. As in Vice President of the MC. Clearly, I’m not a fucking boy.
“Do I look like a fucking biker boy to you?” I growl while I tower over her.
The pup starts to growl and jump, catching both of our attention.
She smiles down. “Oh, I’m gonna keep you. Such a good boy, already protecting me, huh?”
“Pretty sure he was protecting me, babe.” I chuckle.
She crosses her arms in front of her chest, making my gaze drop to a perfect pair of pressed up tits. Nice.
“He’s mine, I’m keeping him.” Her face shows no room for disagreement.
Obviously, she doesn’t know me. I never back down. Inching forward, invading her space some more, I lean down until our noses almost touch. “Then we’ll divide ownership because the pup is mine too.”
She rolls her eyes. “You make it sound like you’re the Daddy and I’m the Mommy. Don’t be ridiculous.”
“That’s right, we’re doggie parents now. You’re stuck with us guys. Ain’t that right, Elmo?” Turning my head, I direct that last part to the pup.
He jumps up and barks. “See, he likes his name.”
“Elmo? As in that red Muppet character?” She closes her eyes and shakes her head.
Spinning back, my lips almost touch hers. “Don’t diss Elmo. He was all I got growing up.”
“Fine.” She seethes. “You picked the name so I get Elmo the first few days. I’ll take him to the vet and you can come by here on Friday to have him for the weekend. Bring him back on Monday. There, parenting divorced-style.”
Fuck that. “We will take him to the vet and I’ll come over later to your house so he can settle in and get used to the both of us.” I. Am. Brilliant. Thank you Elmo.
Her mouth drops open and she takes a step back. Elmo starts to whine, startling her out of her shocked state. We both squat down. The pup starts to lick her hand and switches to mine.
Maud looks up at me. “Fine.” She grumbles.
I’m pretty sure my heart and dick twitched in sync by the sound of that single word.
“Are you gonna do me?” I can barely keep my face straight.
For a second she looks like she’s gonna hit me before her gaze shifts to my arm.
“Shit. Yeah. Sorry.” Maud swallows as she turns to grab the First-aid kit.
Her first reaction was the correct one, because she’s for fucking sure going to do me.
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