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Cyclone -- I might be a whirlwind when I get angry or hyper-focused on something, but I’m usually the laid-back brother. I’m calm, cool, and collected under fire. Until I’m not. My passions burn hot but cool quickly, and any woman in my bed knows that. Which is why I make a point to only take women who know the score. I’m up for a good time, but that’s it. My club comes first. I don’t have time for, nor do I want, a permanent woman. Then a party happens and I make a huge mistake. When I finally come to my senses, I realize this is one mistake that could cost me my position as vice president of Bones MC. And my life.
Willa -- To say my daddy is a shade over-protective is the understatement of the century. I try to be a good girl -- and really, I’m sure the car in the tree was not my fault -- but trouble seems to find me and hold me hostage. Sneaking into a Bones MC party, though? That was all me. I was lonely. And bored. I called it an early Christmas present to myself. Unfortunately, when I was downing Long Island Ice Teas, I didn’t take into account that I’d never drunk alcohol before. Next thing I know I wake up in bed with one of the men from the club. I have no idea what we did or if I enjoyed myself, but I’m pleasantly sore, and there are condom wrappers all over the place. Then my gaze collides with the man who’s draped half over me. Yeah. This isn’t going to end well.
WARNING: Cyclone features a protective hero, a determined heroine and includes adult situations that may be triggers for some readers. Eventual happy ending and NO CHEATING, as always.
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Cyclone (Bones MC 15)
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Copyright ©2023 Marteeka Karland
As party clubs went, Bones had pretty mild parties. But occasionally, the guys needed to let off some steam. Tonight was one of those nights. Normally, my brother, Ice, would be here with me. He kept the demons at bay for me. Ice had a woman now. Dawn was the daughter of El Diablo from Black Reign in Lake Worth, Florida. While I was happy for my brother, that made me the most eligible bachelor in the fucking club. Which meant the club girls were getting more aggressive.
The second I sat down, one of the girls near me turned and straddled my hips. “Been lookin’ for you all night, baby.” She ground herself over my crotch. While I was at half mast, I wasn’t really feeling it. Likely the alcohol. Besides, the bitch had so much perfume I could barely breathe.
I lifted her by the waist and set her on the floor. “Not tonight.” I turned her away from me. “Go find someone else.”
She looked back over her shoulder, pouting prettily. It was all I could do to keep from rolling my eyes. Being the president’s son had gotten me women since I was old enough to not look like a fresh-faced kid. But that attention was nothing compared to what I got the second I became vice president. Now all of a sudden I literally had to throw women out of my room every fucking night. I was going to have to take some kind of stand before I lost my temper.
This woman just wouldn’t take the fucking hint. Instead of slinking away to find another brother to bother, she climbed right back on my lap, this time fusing her lips against mine. When she thrust her tongue into my mouth I thought I might puke. And not just because of the alcohol. I think the woman had gargled with curry and onions.
I grabbed her upper arms and shoved her off me before using the neckline of my T-shirt to scrub my mouth. “Christ! Wha’ the fuck’d you eat?” My words were slurring but I didn’t care. The fucking taste! “You swaller a fuckin’ skunk?”
“What the fuck, Cyclone?” the woman screeched. I winced at the sound. It was about as pleasing as nails on a chalkboard and had my fucking head throbbing. “All you had to do was say you weren’t interested.”
“Pretty sure I already told you to find someone else.” The hit of adrenaline I got from trying to fight off the nausea cleared my head somewhat, but I still wasn’t in any way sober. Not even a little.
“You said you wanted me. I was gonna be your old lady, Dan.”
“Never in hell have I ever been that drunk. I don’t think it’s even possible to be that drunk.” I stood, somehow managing to be steady on my feet. When I took a step toward her, she wisely backed up. “Ain’t never hurt a woman who didn’t need it, but the only name you’re allowed to call me is Cyclone. Get me?” I stared her down. Hard. The woman backed up several steps before tripping over her high-heeled boots and falling on her ass. A couple of the nearby club girls giggled or outright laughed at the busty blonde as she fumed. “You ain’t ever gonna be my old lady. Only an old lady gets to call me by my given name.” I pointed a finger at her. “You ever call me by anything other than my road name again… I’ll fuckin’ kill you.”
The common room was quiet except for the music. Thankfully, the brothers had it at a reasonable level. It was better for my head but did nothing to suppress my explosion. Everyone was a witness. While I hated to be a spectacle -- didn’t seem very vice presidential -- perhaps it was better this way. The club girls were getting far too aggressive, all of them either trying to land me or worm their way between my brother, Ice, and his new woman. A couple of the newer ones tried for Stunner. I only thought Stunner was vicious. Suzie, though…
I remember how he’d beat the shit out of one of the prospects in Bones -- Pig -- when said prospect had harassed Suzie. She’d been just a kid at the time. The beating had been epic. My father had taken his own turn too, but Stunner was the one Pig still remembered to this day. Apparently Stunner had taught his wife a few tricks in that department because Suzie had turned into a real badass over the years.
OK, so not really. But no one messed with her man. She was just as possessive as Stunner was. Which made me smile. Until I realized everyone was looking at me like I’d lost my mind. Probably because I’d gone from furious to grinning. Yeah. Likely thought I was crazy.
“Fuck this shit.” I slammed my bottle down on the table next to me and stomped off. Last thing I needed to do was to lose my temper worse than I already had. I wasn’t a really good drunk.
I managed to make it outside before I sank into a chair. The weather was cool but still warmer than usual for this late in the year. What little bite there was, I welcomed. With my anger evaporating, so was my clarity. Yeah. I’d drunk way more than I should have.
Looking up at the night sky, I took a deep breath. Stars twinkled overhead in the darkness. Gradually I closed my eyes and just let my head spin. There wasn’t anything I could do other than not drink any more and maybe sleep it off. The cool air was soothing, easing the nausea that had threatened earlier from the overabundance of perfume.
I had nearly dozed off when someone stumbled into me. There was a sharp, feminine cry, then a small figure fell into my lap. Literally.
She giggled. “I’m so sorry.” Her apology was ruined when she giggled again. “I really am sorry, but falling is just so funny.” The woman’s laughter was musical. And familiar, though I couldn’t place where I’d heard it. When she sighed and rubbed her face in the crook of my neck like she belonged there, I didn’t really care.
I knew I should probably tell her to get the hell away from me, but for some stupid reason, my arms closed around the small figure. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care because she never moved her face from my neck. She did inhale. Deeply.
“God, you smell good…”
“You too, sugar.” Too late I realized I’d voiced my musings out loud, but I wasn’t about to take it back. The woman smelled like heaven. Like lavender and spring rain. Her lips were soft against my skin, driving me crazy, when I didn’t welcome the sensation. I didn’t need a woman. I never wanted anyone to have any power over me. But this woman could make me reevaluate that position.
This wasn’t a club girl. She didn’t smell right. All the women here tried to outdo themselves in the perfume department most of the time. No. This girl was fresh and sweet. It was dark outside, and I couldn’t see her clearly, but I was sure she didn’t belong at this party. Though her form was slight but curvy in all the right places, she didn’t have the feel of the women here. Unless she was new, but I’d have known if she were. Anyone coming to the club had to be approved by Ice, me, or Stunner. We liked knowing who was in our midst.
“Mmmmm…” She latched on to my neck with her mouth, sucking and quite possibly leaving her mark. Strangely, I found my hand going to her head to hold her there, encouraging her to continue when I should really push her away.
But, God, her gentle sucking and licking felt good! It was her scent combined with the tentative way she touched. Other than her mouth on my skin, she didn’t do more than rest one palm against my chest. The other was pinned between her body and mine.
“Like my taste?” My voice was rough and slightly slurred, but I couldn’t be bothered to care all that much.
“Um-hmm…” She sounded so contented it made me feel like I’d accomplished something truly incredible. Given my drunken state, maybe I had and didn’t remember it. “You taste like heaven.” Her breathy whisper made my already interested cock swell in anticipation. “Could lick you all night long.”
She sucked at my neck again, the little sting making me groan. Wasn’t I annoyed before when that club girl had blanketed me with her body? I had no idea who the other woman was, but this woman… yeah. Whole world of difference. Though, I had no idea who she was. I mean, there was something familiar about her. I just couldn’t place what.