July 06, 2026
Erotic Biker Romance
Date Published: 08-01-2026
At thirty-five, Jax was all hard muscle and scarred knuckles from years of bar fights and border runs. Back in the day when they were more of an active outlaw club and he and his brothers responded to conflict with violence. These days they tried to be more diplomatic in how they handled shit. None of them wanted to do prison time.
Up ahead, he saw hazard lights blinking on a
stalled sedan that was pulled off to the shoulder, steam hissing from under
the hood like a pissed-off serpent. A woman stood next to it, one hand
shielding her eyes from the glare, her sundress plastered to her curves by the
heat. He gaged her age to be somewhere in her mid-twenties, her honey-blonde
hair tangled from the dry wind. He appreciated the tits straining against the
thin fabric, and her legs that went on forever. Jax's cock twitched in his
jeans as an image of how those legs wrapped around his waist while he fucked
her would feel. He slowed, the bike's growl dropping to a low rumble. Fuck,
look at that ass, he thought, the familiar hunger coiling low in his gut, hot
and insistent.
The intensity of his reaction to her caught him by
surprise.
He killed the engine twenty feet away, his boots crunching
gravel as he swung off. "Car trouble, sweetheart?" His voice came out
gravelly, laced with that outlaw drawl, eyes raking over her with heated
interest, and without shame.
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