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I walked through the gates of the Screaming Eagles MC on a dare and wobbled out the next morning after four sexy men blew my innocent mind. It should’ve ended there. I didn’t count on the baby.
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I swivel to find a broad-chested and shirtless biker, grinning crookedly at me. His thick, blond beard has little braids woven into it, and his chest and arms are covered by tattoos, a lot of them runic. He’s freaking ripped. The six-pack that ends at his jeans looks steel hard, and it’s dusted with soft hairs that show a path right down under his belt, like they’re showing the way to the promised land. And from the impressive bulge in his pants, that’s a whole lot of land.
Just the sight of him has me flushing with heat–in my face, and down below, and from the look of his expression, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
He puts a finger under my chin to make me look up at him. His skin is burning hot against mine, like he just touched me with a brand. “Never saw you here before. You’re hot as fuck.” He says it matter-of-factly, like he’s just stating a fact with his deep voice, and the logical conclusion to this interaction is me in his bed with him on top of me.
“Viking!” The gruff and rough voice breaks in before I’m able to figure out what to say, and then a beast of a man puts a big hand on the blond’s shoulder and pushes past him. The new guy is huge, like monster huge. His beard is thick and wild, and while the blond has his long hair tied back, this guy’s face is framed by a glorious, dark brown mane. His T-shirt is stretched around his muscular torso and his thick arms are covered with tattoos. He’s not cut like the blond, but if I ever needed anyone to lift a car off me to save my life, I know exactly who I’d call.
Our eyes meet, and his hazel orbs darken. Maybe I’m crazy, but I swear his pupils dilate. He looks me up and down hungrily. “Well, you’re the sexiest fucking little thing I’ve seen all night. I’m Bear.”
Bear. Of course he is.
And Viking is the blond, apparently. It suits him. The way his gaze slides down into my cleavage before coming back up to my face is almost like being ravaged and pillaged already.
“I–” I don’t get very far before a third guy pushes himself in front, as if these two aren’t enough.
“Fresh meat!” He’s wiry strong, rather than bulky strong, but that doesn’t mean I’d mess with him any more than the big guys behind him. His hair’s short cropped and his denim vest open to reveal a smooth, colorfully tattooed chest all the way down to his low slung jeans, where just a hint of kinky fuzz peeks out. A quick tug is all it would take for him to be right out in the open for all of us to see. I force my gaze up to his face, which has a couple of days’ worth of scruff on it and a clever grin waiting for me. “Viking and Bear might look big and hung, but I’ve got this.” Then he sticks out his tongue and touches the tip to his chin. “You can call me Snark.”
Wow. That did absolutely nothing to quiet my already running wild imagination.
Overwhelmed, I take a step backwards and rock right into a guy who might as well be a wall for all he moves. Startled, I jump back the other way and spin around.
His eyes are nearly black, they’re so dark, and he’s watching me intently while running a hand through his short hair. It pops back up into little spikes. A dense five o’clock shadow darkens his square cut jaw, there’s the white streak of a scar over his left brow, and his cheekbones could cut glass. His nose has a ring through it on one side and there’s a stud piercing just below his lower lip. His black T-shirt has its sleeves torn off, and his sculpted arms are wrapped in dark tattoos. There’s only one that’s brightly colored, a gorgeous raptor in flight with detail work that’s out of this world. His sensuous lips don’t quirk into even the semblance of a smile, but the way he looks at me, it’s like his whole universe just shrank down to include me, and only me. “Hawk,” he says simply.