Storm (Devil's Hornets MC) (24 page)

Natalie didn’t know how far along she was, but if she had to guess she would say it was when they’d had the talk about moving here and the talk turned into the best and greatest sexual encounters she’d ever had. That was about 3 and a half months ago, but it was at Sarah’s words that she felt the first little kick in her belly. Who knew? Maybe Momma Sarah would be right.

THE END

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Short story description:

She's the law and he's the lawbreaker

As a cop, Detective Flora Daunt meets the worst types but Terry Brandt is unique.

And it's not just Terry Brandt's offbeat looks. His deep set blue eyes, the chiseled body, the stride, that awesome cockiness - and that smoldering, inviting look...

Each time they speak, it seems like their roles are reversed. As he plies her with question after question that leaves her feverishly looking forward to the next session, it's only a matter of time before he asks her the one question she's been waiting to hear this entire time...

OTHER BOOKS BY KATHRYN THOMAS

My life had broken down. Then I met him.

I was stuck in a dead-end job in Gallup and living out of a motel room with neither car nor prospect when he first came in. Riding leather drenched with the scent of the sun. Bright blue eyes crackled with desire. Tattoos snaked their way down his arms. And a smile to die for.

… then a gun was pressed against my back.

His hard fingers were wrapped around my neck.

And he cuts me a deal:

Do whatever he says for twenty-four hours, and he’ll set me free.

Whatever he says.

Whenever he wants.

However he wants.

I’m her worst nightmare come to life.

She didn’t ask for my protection, but when a hailstorm of bullets lands her father in the hospital, I’m the only hope she’s got.
 

Sure, the job pays. But I didn’t fight my way to the top to be some glorified babysitter.
 

At least, that was what I thought before I saw her.
 

The second I saw Dakota, the second I felt her curves, I knew she was going to be mine. It’s been one explosive ride since we met, and it won’t stop until one of us gets totally burned.
 

Trouble is—she thinks I’m here to keep her under wraps, and ever since I took the job, she’s been looking for a way out.
 

She thinks I’m the bad guy—that I’m out for blood.
 

She’s got no f***ing clue that I’m the only thing holding the devils back

Dirk

I have a war to fight. 

I’ve got enough to worry about. And that was 
before
 I find out that some nosy reporter is poking around somewhere she shouldn’t be. 

Things went south the as soon as I saw her. 

One good look at her curves and she’s the only thing on my mind. 

Repeating the same damn things: 

Ruin her. 

Corrupt her. 

Claim her. 

Camilla

Taking control is second nature to him. When he speaks, people listen. 

When he wants something, nothing and no one can stop him. 

When he looks at me, he’s not just staring at me. 

He’s eye-f***ing me. 

He’s looking at me like I’m naked. 

Like I’m his property. 

Like I’m already his. 

Afia

Mysterious, scarred, and hard muscles covered in tattoos.

He was bad news from the moment I saw him.

His dark eyes leave nothing to the imagination.

I can feel his gaze stripping me bare.

I’m determined to keep him at arm’s length.

Determined to not be another notch in his bedpost.

Until he pinned me against his hard body.

Took me from one leg-quivering climax to the next as he used me for his pleasure.

Now I’m scared.

Not because this outlaw biker was my first.

But because I can’t get him out of my head

And I never want to leave his bed.

Sam

I’m a sinner.

There’s nothing in the world I like better than corrupting good women.

F*** them, use them, make them beg for more.

Plenty of women have tried to change me, and every one of them failed.

Until Afia.

She was too innocent for me to defile—too pure for me to ruin.

But just looking at her leaves me aching for release.

Leaves me wanting more.

I want her in my bed.

I need her screaming my name.

And I won’t stop until she’s begging me to make her MINE.

I didn’t ask for any of this

My bar was supposed to be neutral ground—a safe haven in Leo Graves’ war threatening to tear everything apart.

Until he pinned me against the wall and made me scream until my voice broke.

Now I have to pick a side, and there’s no way in hell this bad boy will let me out of his sight.

Out of his arms.

Out of his bed.

I’m taking a one way ticket to hell…

… with the devil as my guide.

And when he holds me down at night,

Rough hands tugging at my clothes.

All I can hear are those same words...

“You’re MINE”