Bowie’s Angel (Devil’s Outlaws #1) by Lynn Burke (@AuthorLynnBurke) #MCRomance #MayDec #Erotic #Suspense #Series #HEA
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When a barely-legal blonde with a lithe, young body shows up at the Devil’s Outlaw MC strip joint to audition as a dancer, Ian “Bowie” Davies wants nothing more than to burrow between her long legs and claim her. She’s too young for his dominant side though, too innocent for the sharp edges of his darker desires. And way too hot to let another man touch her — a thought that has his hands itching to use his signature knives against any bastard who messes with his angel.
Hannah Harris ran away from home at age eighteen, desperate to escape the prison of her strict parents. Determined to delight in the sins her father preaches against, she puts her ballet talents to work, using a stripper pole to make a living. Dancing for Bowie and his blade has her panting to explore some of the “firsts” she planned to save for her future husband.
But when Bowie and his brothers attempt extortion beyond her parent’s ten-thousand dollar reward for Hannah’s safe return, she’s left with a difficult choice. Offer up the evidence to put the notorious biker gang behind bars, or protect Bowie and chalk the shit-show up as a lesson learned and begin her independent life anew — without the lying bastard who owns her heart.
Can Bowie cut through the blindfold of lies on Hannah’s eyes and surrender the truth in his heart to win her back?
*Warning: Spanking, anal sex, knife play
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ADULT EXCERPT:
Too motherfucking young, but it was no wonder she’d gotten past Brewer. Mile-long legs, sexy-as-fuck flared hips, pert little breasts, all wrapped in leather that screamed sex but didn’t match what her pale green eyes revealed.
The young woman who had sauntered into my office like she had every intention of dropping to her knees if I told her to disappeared the second I’d crowded close. Close enough to drop her focus to my chest. Close enough her heartbeat thrummed beneath my thumb. Close enough I could feel the purity of her soul as though her body’s energy rippled across the inches separating us.
An inexperienced submissive for sure, and she had my dominant nature kicking and screaming for release — along with my dick strangling in my jeans. Fuck, yes.
“Look at me.”
Her eyelids snapped up, those pale eyes letting me see right into the depths of her.
“How old are you?” I asked, my smile long fucking gone.
“Twenty-one,” she whispered.
“Liar.”
She gulped again, but held my gaze.
“Name?”
“H-Hannah.” She swallowed again as I smoothed my thumb up and down over her thumping artery. “Hannah Morris.”
“Hannah. A pure-as-fuck name for a pure-as-fuck little girl who should be with her mommy and daddy rather than in the devil’s playground,” I murmured, and she straightened, tensing beneath my hold.
“I am not a little girl.” Fire shot from her narrowed eyes as she all but spit the words at me.
I pressed flush against her body, grinding my dick against her hip. “Sassy. I like a little backbone in my women.”
She gasped, her eyes going wide. “Get off me.”
To the point words, but nothing other than desire laced her voice. She made no move to escape either, her hands grasping at my shirt as though hanging on for the ride of her life.
“Twenty-one, hmm? Got proof of that?” She shook her head, and I leaned in closer, my lips a breath from hers, so fucking ready to give her that ride. “So you came in here thinking you could get a job baring your tight body and fucking that pole up on stage without an ID.”
“Yes,” she whispered even though I hadn’t asked a question, her sweet breath jerking my dick in its prison.
“Gonna cost you.”
“Wh-what?”
“Not sure yet.” My lips brushed hers like a feather, far from a kiss, and she moaned. “A kiss?” I suggested.
She swallowed, no longer tense but trembling.
“Mmm, I think so,” I murmured when she didn’t answer, lust and satisfaction simmering throughout my body. “But where?”
I pulled back, and her eyelids fluttered open, her pupils dominating the green of her eyes.
“Here?” I asked, smoothing my thumb over her plump, glossed lips.
“Here?” I brushed my knuckles down over the swell of her right tit, my dick jerking again at the hardness of her nipple beneath my grazing caress. “Or…”
I worked my hand between our bodies, down over the front of her leather skirt until I caressed the smooth, warm skin above her knee.
“Here?” I slid my palm up the inside of her thigh.
Another shudder rippled through her, and she fisted her hands in my shirt.
I rubbed my thumb in circles just shy of her pussy, need like I’d never known taking me to the edge of my self-control, a self-control I prided myself on.
“What’s it going to be, Hannah?” Ragged and low, my voice sent a shiver over her body.
“M-my lips.”
I took her mouth in a bruising kiss, tightening my hold on her neck, tilting her head and thrusting my tongue between her lips that tasted of strawberries and cream. Not just innocent, but fucking untried in every way — she didn’t have a clue what to do with her tongue, so I showed her, sliding alongside hers, tasting, taking until she got the hang of sucking face.
She whimpered, and beyond giving a fuck how old the little temptress was, I cupped her pussy.
Hot and soaked.
Fuck.
She tore her mouth from mine and whimpered.
I licked the sweet taste of her gloss from my lips and pressed the heel of my hand against her clit.
“Oh!” Lower lip between her teeth, she clenched her eyes shut, her brow furrowing as she bucked beneath my touch.
“You like my hand on you.”
She whimpered and ground against me even though she shook her head.
“You’ll like my tongue even more.” I dropped to my knees and shoved her skirt up around her tiny waist. Pink lacy panties — so fucking virginal, I groaned. Goose bumps pebbled her legs, and I lifted my gaze, sliding a finger along the edge of her panties and pushing them aside while grasping her ass cheek with my other hand.
Hannah still had her lower lip between her teeth, eyes clenched shut, hands fisted at her sides.
“Look at me.”
Like a good little girl, she obeyed, and I held her gaze, flicking my tongue out.
Sweeter than any fucking cotton candy I’d licked before. Addictive honey…
© Lynn Burke 2018
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ABOUT LYNN BURKE:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
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