Will Irish and Tina Be Able to Heal Their Old Wounds in This Sexy Novel?

Even by Wind Dragons Motorcycle Club standards, Irish was always a bit of a dark horse. Not one to confide his secrets, such as where he got that mysterious scar across his neck, he's quick with his fists and even quicker to jump to the defense of his MC. But is he nimble enough to handle the woman he never saw coming? Or will she leave him with a matching scar across his heart?

Featuring scorching-hot chemistry and plenty of sass, Dirty Ride is sure to rev your engine and get you immediately hooked!

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"He must be f*ckin' stupid not to do everything possible to keep a woman like you." He pauses. "Not that I'm complaining, because otherwise you wouldn't be here right now."

The sad thing is, Darren did try and keep me, but with threats and guilt trips instead of treating me right. He'd mess with my head, make me believe that it was me who was lacking, that it was my fault things were the way they were. When someone keeps telling you over and over again that you're not good enough, in the back of your mind, no matter how strong you are, you start to wonder if that person is right. When you see other people being treated so well, being respected and cared for, you wonder why you don't have that. What is it about you that drew in someone like that? The whole thing almost destroyed me and I'm so happy to be away from it. All the negativity has drained away, leaving behind feelings of hope, positivity, and the chance of starting over.

"I want to hear everything about your past," he says softly. "When you're ready, of course. You know there's nothing you can't tell me, right?"

"I know. I'm just happy I moved here," I tell him honestly. "It's been so good for me. I can't remember the last time I was this happy."

Ardan leans forward to put his glass down next to mine and then lifts me so I'm sitting across his lap.

"You know, when I saw you, I just wanted you," he says, eyes turning heavy. "That's never happened to me before." His expression turns sheepish. "I mean, yeah, I've seen women and wanted to f*ck them before, but I've never seen a woman and just wanted . . . her. F*ck, it's hard to explain. It was just a different feeling. I want to say it was that I wanted to possess you, but that sounds f*cked-up." He exhales and lowers his gaze to my lips. "Something in me just wanted something in you."

"I get it," I say, licking my lips. "You don't have to explain. I get it."

"Good," he says, kissing me hungrily. I taste the whiskey on his lips as I pull away, our eyes still locked.

I reach my fingers out absently to touch the scar on his neck as I say, "Shall we take this to the bedroom?"

His lip twitches and his dark eyes flash with amusement. "Pretty sure that's my line."

"Well, hurry up and make your move then, because I want you inside me," I say, not holding back. I find myself feeling comfortable saying almost anything to this man—I don't feel shy or that he will judge me. I know for a fact my bold words turn him on, which he proves yet again as I feel him grow hard under me. "I can feel your interest."

"I know you can," he says, grabbing my jaw with his hand and bringing my face to his for another kiss, this one more demanding. "F*ck, you're so beautiful. The men at the clubhouse are going to go nuts for you, except I'm going to f*ckin' murder them if they even look in your direction."

I roll my eyes and slide off his lap, then fiddle with the button on his jeans until he moves my hands out of the way and undoes it for me and pulls them down, exposing himself to me. I slide my panties off impatiently, and lift my dress up and over my head.

"Take your T-shirt off too," I demand.

He looks amused, eyes dancing, but does as I say, flashing his ripped body as his T-shirt lands on the floor next to my dress. I straddle him, my mouth slamming down on his, as he practically rips off my bra.

I peruse his body slowly, from head to toe and back again.

"Biker with no tats?" I tease, my eyes on his perfectly muscled body.

He grins wolfishly and turns around.

"F*ck," I mutter, taking in the giant dragon on his back. And that isn't the only tattoo he has—no, his entire back is covered from top to bottom, stopping just above his very attractive ass.

"You're so sexy," I blurt out, watching as he turns back around and stalks toward me, his eyes darker than ever. Unable to help myself, I glance down at his huge c*ck, hard and jutting out, more than ready for me.

"Well, hello there," I mutter, glancing up at him to see amusement flashing in his eyes.

I lie back as he moves on top of me, not putting his weight on me, but his proximity is intoxicating even so.

"Are you on the pill?" he asks, burying his face in my neck and kissing me.

"Y-yes," I say, moaning as he sucks on my neck.

"Normally I never sleep with women without condoms," he says, lifting his head to look me in the eye. "If you want me to wear one I will, but I'm clean, and, to be honest, I'd love to be inside you bareback."

"Okay," I say, trusting him. "I want you inside me, now."

"Demanding little thing, aren't you?" He grins, before slamming his lips down on mine in a deep, hungry kiss that has my head reeling.

I reach down between us and stroke his c*ck, bringing him against me, wanting him to push inside. He brings his hips forward, gently entering me in one smooth thrust. Feeling deliciously full with him inside me, I lift my hips, pushing back against him. His strokes become harder and he grabs my wrists, raising them above my head and pressing them into the mattress, pinning me there so I can't move them.

His mouth still on me, his tongue masterfully tangling with mine, he f*cks me better than I've ever been f*cked before, with a need and intensity I could get addicted to. His mouth leaves mine, only to pay attention to my nipples, biting down on them gently, sending a zing of pleasure straight to my core.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, kissing back up my neck and letting go of my wrists.

"So good, Ardan," I groan, threading my fingers through his hair. He lowers his mouth again, kissing his way down.

"Love being inside of you," he grits out, then continues to lick, suck, and bite my nipples. My second orgasm of the night creeps up on me quickly, hitting me hard as noises come out of my mouth I don't think I've ever made before. He comes soon after me, his movements turning fast and hard, but his eyes turning softer than I've ever seen them.

"F*ck," he rumbles, never looking away as he finishes inside me, then rests his forehead on mine. He places a kiss on my jawline, then lies on the bed next to me, bringing me into his arms.

"Can we do that again?" I ask, making him chuckle.

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