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245 pages, ebook
First published May 18, 2017
I had learned years ago it was better for everyone, especially myself, not to let this particular man see my reaction to him. My heart, however, didn’t know how to not beat at triple its normal rate whenever he was near.
Raider wasn’t where I had left him. I wasn’t surprised to find him at the counter, flirting with a group of sheep who had come in for dinner before heading over to the bar for the night.
It was either let him go, or spend the rest of my life eating my heart out for a guy who fucked everything with a vagina.
The sooner I could save up enough money, the sooner I could get out of this town and away from Raider Fucking Hannigan.
“Quinn,” Kelli called after me when I got out of the car. She jumped out and slammed her door. Catching up to me before I could get more than a few cars away, she grasped my arm. “Why?”
“Why do you love him?”
I was done being the pathetic chick who wore her heart on her sleeve for a guy who barely even knew she was alive.
I had been at the clubhouse since after lunch, when I had brought one of the sheep back to play with.
Whatever it was, I was tired of the sheep who followed me around like lost puppies looking for attention. I had given them plenty of reason to do just that over the years, having fucked them all regularly. But lately, I had found them more annoying than entertaining.
Whitney was fun in bed. She liked it dirty, and I had given it to her plenty of times. Her blonde hair was hanging around her shoulders
More than once, I had been a dick to her, and I didn’t like that I had made her cry. Regardless, it was the only way I could keep my distance.
Quinn was too sweet and innocent for the jaded life of an old lady. She needed a man who would be faithful to her, who would worship the ground she walked on. That guy wasn’t me.
“If you’re so desperate to lose that little cherry, Quinn, I’m all too happy to take it off your hands.”
If Raider had stopped right then, if he had given me a moment to find my bearings and let me deal with the pain, I might have been fine. Instead, he fell forward, moving his hands to either side of my head, and he buried his face in my neck. Tears filled my eyes as he pulled out, the pain only intensifying.
He thrust back into me, harder this time, and I couldn’t hold back the cry of pain as his thickness stretched me even more.
His next thrust was so rough I didn’t think I could handle it.
Raider either didn’t seem to notice or didn’t care because he was so caught up in how good he was feeling.
A few tears spilled over my lashes, but I didn’t bother to wipe them away. This was nothing like I had imagined.
Every time I had pictured my first time with Raider, he had been sweet and gentle, not this wild beast who only seemed to care about his own pleasure.
He didn’t even kiss me. My tears fell faster and a feeling of shame engulfed me like a tidal wave.
The blanket she was lying on top of had a large spot, and there was blood mixed with my come on her thighs.
I couldn’t blame Raider, not really. He was just doing what he did best—getting off with whatever pussy was handy.
Heather, Whitney, and even Amanda had rubbed it in my face that he fucked them on a regular basis, practically from the millisecond they knew I had a thing for Raider.
“Fuck you, Heather,” I snapped as I turned to walk away. “Nah, that’s okay. Raider will do that later.”
Tonight had shown me something I should have seen years ago. That even though I cared about Raider, he would never really return my feelings. He had gotten what he wanted, something he could easily find with a hundred different women. Crazily enough, I still loved him, which should have qualified me as certifiably insane.
God, Quinn, did he at least use protection?” I felt the blood drain from my face as a new realization hit me right between the eyes. I had been so hung up on the fact that he hadn’t even tried to kiss me that I hadn’t even thought of the fact that he hadn’t used a condom.
I had fucked up. What if I caught something from that manwhore biker? What if I was pregnant?
Who knew how many of the club mommas had produced little Raiders? I was just one of many, as I was sure the possible baby that was growing inside of me right then would be.
“All the pussy in the world, and you had to go and put your dick in hers,” Colt growled low and ominously. “You couldn’t just leave her alone, could you?”
“For years, you tried to drive that truth home to me, and I finally saw the light. You should be relieved.”
I bet he was never like this with the other sluts who were in this bed.