Cynthia Rayne [Four Horsemen Sweet Perdition (epub)

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.Sweet PerditionA Four Horsemen MC NovelBOOK ONECopyright© Cynthia Rayne 2014, Smashwords EditionAll rights reserved.Except for use in any review or book discussion, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part is forbidden without the written permission of the author.Find out more about the author at www.cynthiarayne.comCover Art© Sarah Laney 2014Sweet Southern CreationsFind out more about the talented cover artists work athttp://sarah-laney.weebly.comDisclaimerThis is a work of fiction.Names, characters, places, and events are the product of the author’s wicked imagination.Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.Chapter OneShe didn’t belong.Ryker couldn’t take his eyes off of her.Dressed in a pink fluffy gown, the woman in question resembled a Barbie doll sitting among the tattooed women in tight tank tops and leather pants at the bar.Pretty in Pink sucked down her bottle of Bud with gusto, seemingly unaware of the curious glances she received from the rest of the club.He knew all the women here, fucked most of them, but this particular girl pricked his curiosity.Good girls don’t drink at bars with notorious reps.Perdition, like nearly every other business in Hell, Texas, had a hellacious theme.Just like his MC.The Four Horsemen owned and operated the bar as well as a shitload of other properties in the town.So, what gives?Even if she didn’t happen to be a local, Perdition sure as hell didn’t look like a wing and beer joint.Everything about it shouted biker bar.The building had been a warehouse and still maintained a rough, industrial feel.The vaulted ceiling sported two large exposed steel beams and his brothers had suspended a pair of antique Harleys from them on chains.A long, lacy string of ladies panties wrapped around the walls, along with the occasional framed poster of a nearly naked chick draped over motorcycles.Think on your Sins, the club motto, was painted in blood red across the surface of one large wall.So, Pinky shoulda run screamin’ from this place.But maybe she wanted a little fun? Throw back a few and fuck a biker.Yeah, he’d bet his shit kickers on it.Only one way to find out for sure though.He commandeered the stool next to hers.She didn’t so much as glance up from the beer she clutched like a lifeline.He crowded close to her, letting his leg slide up against her thigh, real slow so as not to spook her.Well, not too much.“Hi, Pinky,” he growled in her ear.His husky voice normally gave the wild women who hung around his brothers a naughty shiver.It rarely took more effort to get between their thighs.Ryker never took any of them home, preferring to fuck them in one of the dozen or so crash rooms in the back.Or even the pinball room if nothin’ else was available and it suited both parties just fine.No strings pussy.Tonight he needed the thrill of the chase.“Go away!” she snarled, and then slid over to the empty stool next to her.Damn.Not expecting that one.He’d have to get creative, but she’d give in to him, eventually.He had yet to meet a woman he couldn’t lure into bed and he definitely wanted her.Even buried beneath yards of girly fabric, he could tell she had the type of body that rocked him.Everything in all the right places.Big tits, a generous spankable ass, and a large, rounded hourglass figure.Just like that old Queen song, he had a thing for Fat Bottomed Girls.He loved his women with some serious curves and she fits the bill.He needed something he could hang on to.She wouldn’t break if he decided to take her hard and fast.And all that pale skin and candy apple red hair made him want to take a bite of her.See if she tasted as sweet as she looked.He scooted onto the stool she’d just vacated and placed a hand at the small of her back.Not quite on her juicy ass, though he wanted to give it a squeeze.Maybe a slap for good measure.Damn, he’d like to see those butt cheeks pressed into a tight leather skirt, with only a thong beneath.It’d be easy to yank it to the side and slide his cock right in.Damn.The thought alone got him hard.She turned to scowl at him.She had a set of raccoon eyes and her rosy lipstick had smudged a circle around her pouty mouth.Blotches of red stained her cheeks.She’d been crying, judging by how shiny her blue eyes appeared.Well, he could offer a bit of comfort.Nothing like sexual healing to cure what ails you.“Didn’t your mother teach you to keep your hands to yourself?” she said, rubbing at one mascara-caked eye.She stared pointedly in the direction of his until he removed it.Reluctantly.Actually, his mom could be a rebel and a force to be reckoned with in her own right.She didn’t give a crap about society’s rules, one of the many things he loved about her.“No, but she taught me to help a woman in need.What’s wrong, Pinky?”She lifted her chin, all offended dignity and grit.Absolutely adorable.He knew grown men who wouldn’t have the nerve to get in his face.“I’m fine.Why don’t you do us both a favor and find another girl to hit on?”He gave her a good once over.“Sitting by yourself, drinking beer, and crying in a bar because you’re fine? Ain’t buyin’ it.”She sighed.Still annoyed, but not as hostile.“Okay.You got me.” A ghost of a smile curled her lips.“I came from my ex-boyfriend’s wedding and let’s just say I’ve had better evenings.”He let out a low whistle.That’d be enough to give anyone a good square kick in the balls.“Damn.That’s rough.”“Yeah, tell me about it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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