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Trust The Devil (The Devil’s Riders #3)
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I can take it or leave it, honey. I’m not easy to impress. But when I see an angel behind the counter at Mae’s, I’ve got to have her.
I left behind my life to start over. My successful career as a country music singer, friends and family, everything. All to get away from my abusive, obsessive ex.
So what if I’m lonely? So what if I miss singing and sequins? I’m safe, and that’s what matters.
But the big biker with the blue eyes has other ideas. He makes me laugh and breathless all at the same time. He makes me want more. But it’s not safe.
Not for either one of us.
She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And that’s before I ever heard her sing. Her voice cuts through the chatter, through the noise.
Straight through to the emptiness inside me.
Everyone thinks I’m happy-go-lucky, but she’s different. She sees right through me. And as much as I want her underneath me, tangled in my sheets, but I want her beside me just as badly.
She needs saving. She’s afraid to let me in. But what she doesn’t know is that I need saving too.
And she’s just the woman to do it.
This book was previously released under a different title. It has been extensively rewritten and expanded.
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Six Months Ago
Donnie lifted his head from the woman’s luscious mounds. He’d picked her up at the supermarket less than an hour ago. Now they were on her kitchen floor, with the unpacked grocery bags tipped over beside them.
Donnie hadn’t had to work to get the brunette’s top off. As usual, all he had to do was smile. He knew he had a nice smile. And it crinkled his bright blue eyes just so.
It wasn’t just his looks that got him so much tail though. He liked and respected women. They could tell. He always treated them well, even if he didn’t stick around for long. He’d had his shirt cried on a few times over that, but it didn’t make a difference. He had to move on, and quickly.
He just wasn’t the settling down type.
That did not mean he didn’t know how to treat a lady. He did. And he was damned good at it, too.
He grinned at the girl laying beneath him. He was pretty sure her name was Pamela. Recently divorced. No spring chicken. But cute. And what a rack she had on her! He grinned and ran his fingers lightly over her nipples again.
Donnie was definitely a boob man.
He pulled his shirt off and leaned down to kiss her. She was moaning and writhing underneath him as her giant breasts bobbed against his chest.
Hmmmmfff… that felt nice.
He unbuttoned his pants and shimmied them off his hips and down to his knees. Then he rolled her over on top of him and smiled.
She giggled and straddled him, pulling her panties to the side. He groaned at the feeling of her slick pussy against him. He reached down and pulled a rubber out of his pocket.
“Put this on me would you, sweetheart?”
She nodded and took the rubber out of it’s wrapper. Then she rolled it down over him, using her mouth.
Damn! That was a first.
She sucked him for a few minutes through the condom before sliding up above him again. He grabbed her hip with one hand and his stiff prick with the other.
“Lift your dress up.”
The girl complied and he watched as she slid down over him, enveloping him in her heat. He bit his lip and stared as she rode him slowly, building up a tempo. The girl was lost in her own pleasure as he enjoyed the show, her big boobs bouncing faster and faster until she threw her head back and came.
In fact, she sounded like an animal in distress. Something from one of those nature shows his sister loved. Maybe even a marine mammal.
Like a whale.
He raised an eyebrow and waited for her to be finished. Then he rolled her over without withdrawing and went to town. It was his turn to get his rocks off and he made quick work of it.
Donnie sawed his cock in and out of her quickly, wanting it be over for some reason. He worked his hips like a piston, drilling for oil.
He groaned as he felt his dick erupt inside her, his come filling the condom. His hips jerked a few more times before he stopped, pulling out fast.
He smiled distractedly at the dazed girl on the floor. She looked satisfied. Good. That was the point, wasn’t it? To get them both off?
He wondered sometimes.
Donnie grabbed a dish towel and wiped his dick clean. Then he grabbed a beer from his bag of groceries and drank it quickly. He wanted to leave but he wasn’t an ass about it. He offered her a drink but she shook her head.
She picked up the coloring book that Donnie had been buying when they met.
“You got kids?”
Donnie finished his beer and wiped the back of his mouth.
“No. A sister.”
The girl sat up, not bothering to cover up her tits. He almost rolled his eyes. He had lost interest in looking at them already.
“Awww, how old?”
Pamela’s face twisted in confusion, making her look stupid. The next words out of her mouth confirmed it.
“Eighteen? What’s wrong with her?”
Donnie grabbed his shirt and pulled it on over his head. He took the coloring book from her hands and put it back in his grocery bag. Then he jerked his head at the other bag. It had tipped over and fruits and vegetables were all over the floor along with a carton of low fat milk.
“I wouldn’t drink that milk. Probably spoiled by now.”
Then he left without a backwards glance.
Donnie sat in one of the booths and stared out into space. Actually, that’s not true. He blinked and realized he was doing it again.
He was making a habit of it, and Donnie didn’t do habits. Not when it came to women.
But he’d been watching her again, all the same. Just like he did every single time he came into the diner.
The new girl.