“You have three days to pay us what you owe, or else we’re going to make her work for it.” His words spurred me on and I turned to fly out of the room. Before I could, Jack grabbed me around the waist, pulling me close to his muscled body.
I hated myself for the frission of excitement between my thighs. I never meant to get caught up with a bad boy biker, even one as sexy as Jack. After seeing him one night late at the diner where I pour coffee and serve pie, I thought he'd become just a midnight fantasy, at least until he showed up at my house in the middle of the night.
Instead, I became collateral for a debt that someone close to me owes the Rattlesnake Motorcycle Club. I should be furious, but all I can think about is getting that leather-clad biker between my thighs so he can take me on the ride of my life.
This short, sexy motorcycle club story is about a black woman and a white man who are instantly drawn to each other and can't keep their hands off.