Michelle was like most college girls. Young and naive, but with the attitude to cover it up. However, when she meets Chad, that was about to change for good. One look at the rough sexy cut of his body and she was ready for whatever hot dirty ride he was willing to take her on. Little did she know that her stormy relationship with him and his biker family would lead her to other problems down the road.Excerpt:Never to turn down a free drink from a cute guy, I answered him, “Sure, what do you recommend? Because the drink I have now isn’t doing much for me."He ordered some tequila shots. I promptly took two of them and plopped them into the beer glass I already had in front of me. It couldn’t have made it taste any worse. Then I downed the next third of it with him standing beside me. I made it pretty clear to him that the sober state had to go.“Wow,” he said, looking at me with surprise, “I’d maybe pace myself.”I watched him with a sly grin and said, “Thanks for the drinks. I can handle it, don’t worry.”He whispered in my ear, “So, what’s your name?”“Michelle.” I said.He smiled widely and whispered again, “The ladies call me Jackhammer.”I regarded him critically. He was kidding. No wait, he was actually serious. Oh Lord. I took another long draught from the glass in front of me.He moved in and put his arm around me. Brushing his lips against my cheek and ear, he whispered again, “Why don’t we move to a corner where it’s a bit more private. Let’s get to know each other better.”I was all up for that. The less talking from a guy who called himself Jackhammer the better. I took what was left of my drink with me and we picked a table by the corner where the small crowd started to taper off. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his lap. He gazed at me with eyes that started to burn with need and moved in closer. We started kissing. None of the light stuff to start with either. Just the hard, grasping and wanting kind that drunk strangers feel perfectly comfortable to exchange in seedy bars, concerts, Paloozas, Roachellas and kegger parties. His hands ran up and down my body as we kissed hard and passionate in the dark smoky corner of the bar. I didn’t care if anyone was looking. His hand grabbed my ass which would have been slightly hidden from public view as it was facing the wall. I started giving him light bites on the neck and worked my hand under his shirt to feel his chest. I could feel his heart working faster to keep up with the pace of mine as I moved my hands lower down to his waist and still lower to his beltline. Under my touch, I could feel that he was hard as a rock in his jeans. I could hear his breath grow more erratic as he buried his face in my neck and started kissing it.
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