***Excerpt*** Denver’s Deception

“Looking for someone,” a panty wetting timber asked. Snapping towards the voice, I collided with the dark searing eyes of Mr. Mystery. Where the hell did he come from?

“Uhm, what can I get for you, sir?” I asked.

“How bout an answer?”

“Another beer?”

“…” The smirk on his face was eerily calm and quite intense.

“Hey, little lady, this man harassing you?” DT jokingly asked. From what I was told he was the former president of the local MC, The Sons of Vengeance. If this man was cool with him, he couldn’t be all that bad. With my track record, everyone that comes into my space needed to be vetted. 

“We were just establishing what he had a taste for?” I smiled at the short-spoken dark knight. What I wouldn’t do to walk on the wild side for just one night. The intriguing part of my life, no one knew who I was. They only know what I tell them and that’s the way I like it, the way I want to keep it.

“From the tension between you two, I would say he wanted a taste of you.” Ethan came out of nowhere with his craziness. Though I laughed at his assumption, the brooding giant hadn’t moved an inch. The chatter around the room began to die down as we continued to have a stare-off. This man was beyond fine.

“He couldn’t handle just a taste.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh shit!” Ethan boasted. “I swear the good ones love dark and brooding.”

“Who says I’m a good one?”

“All talk sweetheart,” dark and handsome said.

“Same could be said for you, honey.” I mocked with an overly sweet purr on honey. “I’ve never seen you around these parts before, yet you are buddy-buddy with the MC. Either you’re a new prospect or fresh out.” The other members of the MC grew bored with our banter and walked away.

“You think so?”

“Am I wrong?”

“Very. What time you done?” Dark and brooding asked.

“Why? Are you trying to see me home?”

“Something like that,” he remarked. His tongue seeped between his lips and ventured from one side to the other in what appeared to be slow motion. Despite my common sense telling me to pump my breaks and steer clear of this man, I couldn’t stop my mouth.

“My roommates wouldn’t approve.” I lied but he didn’t need to know that.

“Come see me.”

“My shift ends at two.” Surely, he wouldn’t want to wait around for me to get off. With all the women vying for his attention since he has been in my viewpoint, he had options. Plus, I didn’t have shit to offer a man like him but damn it all to hell if I didn’t wish things to be different.

“What’s your point?”

“…” I was rendered speechless. How do I get out of this without sounding completely juvenile? Though he is one fine specimen of a man, my history was scathed, and I didn’t want to make a fool out of myself. “Look here handsome, I’m not that type of girl.”

“What type are you referring to?”

“Look around you, there is a shit ton of thirst traps contending for your attention. I’m not like them.”

“Again, your point?”

“You pick me out of the entire room, why?”

“Sweetheart, you picked me.”

“That’s cute,” I laughed to hide my nervousness. In essence, I guess I did stare him down first.

“A simple no would suffice,” he smirked. Damn it all to hell if that shit wasn’t sexy. The vixen that lived in my head, that I portrayed to be wanted to let the freak flag fly. However, the real me that is beyond pretending knew better. “You’re stalling.”

“I’m not stalling.”

“We fuckin’ or nah?” He simply asked and I swear my panties ignited.

“Beat around the bush much?”


“I don’t even know you.”

“That isn’t an answer.”

“…” It was my turn to silently assess the situation. The saying goes, there is a first time for everything. That certainly applies to me at this moment. Never in all my adult life have I ever wanted to fuck a stranger. There was just something about him. Everything about him screamed danger. Scarily enough, that is what is drawing me in instead of making me want to run away.

“Room 328,” was his parting words.


When the bar manager told me that I could cut out shortly after the mysterious dark knight left, I didn’t know what to think. It would seem that it was divine intervention or something. The cards, the chips, the stars were aligning in a way that made me question my original conclusion. He was a stranger; I couldn’t possibly consider hooking up with him. That was so far out of my element that it wasn’t even funny.

My past was the sketchiest shit that any one person could conjure up. An abusive past so messed up that I had trust issues to this day. Not to mention, the constant glance over my shoulder, fearing that I may encounter someone from that time of my life. What are the odds that I was invited to a stranger’s room on the anniversary of an event that I would much rather forget? Now if only they sold courage in a bottle. One that I didn’t need a designated driver to partake in.

Letting loose for a scandalous affair could be just what I needed to take my mind off the date. Maybe, just maybe this could be the encounter I need to forget it all, work towards healing. Besides him being a stranger, I wouldn’t have to worry about bumping into him again. Everything in me is telling me that he would not be sticking around in Denton. That was the only thing that I could think of as I knocked on the door marked 328.

“Done being scared?”

“I never said that I was scared.”

“You didn’t have to,” he moved to the side for me to enter. If I thought he was fine before, a now shirtless stranger was the truest form of intimidation. My hands were itching to touch his bulging muscles and my legs were threatening to give out on me. “Changed your mind?”

“…” I shrugged at that question and his brow rose in question. “It’s just that I’ve never done this before. I don’t even know your name.”

“Then why did you come?”

“Honestly, because I needed the distraction.”

“So, you’re using me?” He folded his arms across his chest. “I’m hurt.” The mocking tone that he used was almost lost on me as my eyes were glued to his massive arms. Those things were damn near as thick as my thighs.

“As if you weren’t planning on using me,” I retorted. “Your words exactly, we fucking or nah?”

“Call me JC.” I had to wonder was that a fake name or what. He damn sure didn’t look like a JC. Then again, what did a JC look like? “No point in bullshitting.” He shrugged.

“Then tell me what to do next, stop bullshitting right now.”

“In retrospect, I probably shouldn’t.”

“And why is that? Don’t tell me you are the one that is scared now.”

“Sweetheart, I’m never scared.”

“Then quit stalling and do what you planned to do to me, sweetheart.” I smartly snapped. Taking my jacket off, I placed it with my keys and wallet on the dresser.

“If you’re sure,” he shrugged and walked to the head of the bed. From the top drawer of the nightstand, he placed two condoms onto the surface.

“Do you have anything to drink?” A drink to dull my senses and kill these nerves would be fantastic.

“I prefer you sober.”

Well shit,’ I thought to myself. Why is this huge hulking figure such a turn on? Whereas I should be hightailing it far away from him, I am taunting him to ravage me. Mental illness ran deep in my family cause, I must be loco. Turning to face the mirror, I took a deep breath in hopes of calming my racing heart down. This was probably the most reckless thing that I have ever done thus far, and I have done some crazy shit in hopes of outrunning my past.

“Changed your mind?” He questioned standing directly behind me with only a foot of space between us.

“No. Have you?” I countered with my head tilted back to give him my best attempt at being stern. That only seemed to amuse him as one side of his full lips lifted as he made a humming noise in the back of his throat.

“Pretending will only get you so far,” he openly scanned my body from behind. Every part of my body that he perused felt like it was on fire. The dare in his voice egged me on, gave me false bravado to pull my shirt over my head. In the mirror, his eyes were now glued to my breasts as they heaved uncontrollably. As he bit into his bottom lip, my nipples strained against the lacy material of my bra.

One lone finger blazed a trail down my spine from the base of my neck to the small of my back. Out of instinct, I bent forward placing my hands on the dresser to hold myself up. Something so simple caused a plethora of tingles to spread throughout my entire body. So, distracted by his feather-light glide, the material of my bra sliding down my arms snapped me back to reality. Shit, it was too late to turn back now. Truthfully, I don’t think I could if I wanted to.

Somebody’s getting fucked tonight. Me, I’m somebody.

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