Erotic Romance, Age Gap
Date Published: July 4, 2025
I always get what I want, and Laken is mine!
Ryker: After 20 years in the military, I find myself doing my dad’s
dirty work. But as the “prince” of the Hades Abyss MC, it’s
expected of me. Doing a little recon in a small Alabama town should have been
boring as shit, until the hot little minx I met at a bar turned my life upside
down. Women always fall at my feet, but this one’s different. If
I’d known she was a virgin, I might have backed away, but now that
I’ve had a taste I want to keep coming back for more. Little did I
realize that I’d just fucked the sister of a Dixie Reaper, and my
life’s about to become all kinds of complicated. I have to
wonder… had she fucked me because she wanted me? Or is it all some kind
of setup?
Laken: My big brother Flicker is always ruining my fun, keeping the guys away
from me, so when I finally get a chance for a hot guy to get rid of my V-card,
I’m all for it. Ryker’s hot and has that alpha vibe, and the fact
he’s ex-military just makes me wetter. It never occurred to me that he
was a biker, or that I might have just screwed up a big deal for the Dixie
Reapers. It seems my sexy Ryker isn’t just some hot military guy. No,
he’s the son of the President of the Hades Abyss MC. So I hide like big
brother asks me to. Just one problem… Ryker doesn’t leave, and
now I’m late. How am I supposed to tell Ryker that I’m carrying
his child? When life fucks me over, it does it royally.
EXCERPT
I threw back another shot of whiskey, and slammed the glass down on the bar
top. It was my tenth. Or was it twelfth? I’d lost count somewhere along the
way, but I wasn’t even remotely drunk. There was a slight warmth spreading
through me, but I was one hundred percent in charge of my actions. So when I
slid my hand up the back of the thigh of the hottie standing next to me, yeah,
that was all me. What can I say? That sweet, curvy ass of hers was calling to
me.
She slowly turned her head to look at me over her shoulder as my hand slipped
up farther, sliding under the hem of her too short dress. Mmm. No panties. I
gave her ass cheek a squeeze and watched as heat flared in her eyes. Whatever
schmuck she’d been talking to was forgotten as she turned to face me. Oh yeah.
The front matched the back. Nice, luscious breasts that were barely contained
by the stretchy top of her dress, and damn if her nipples weren’t poking
through.
“Normally a guy buys me a drink before he grabs my ass,” she said.
“Guess I’m not a normal guy.”
She reached out and fingered the dog tags that I still wore, despite the fact
I’d been out of the service for a month. “No, soldier, you certainly aren’t.”
“Marine,” I said.
She bit her lip and moved in a little closer. “Guess that makes you something
of a badass, doesn’t it?”
I smirked and squeezed her ass again. “Something like that.”
She reached out and rubbed a hand down my chest, her fingers trailing across
my abs and stopping at my belt buckle. I could tell she liked what she saw,
and I damn sure liked the way she filled out her dress. It would look even
better bunched around her waist while I fucked her.
“You’re so big and strong,” she said with a purr.
“Oh, baby. You have no idea.”
I slid my fingers farther down the curve of her ass until they teased her
pussy. She was already wet and so damn slick, and she looked like just the
type of girl who would let me fuck her in the bathroom. I knew the type, and
those hard nipples and wet little pussy told me that she wanted me bad enough
to let me do whatever I wanted. Women tended to fall at my feet, always had,
and this one wasn’t going to be an exception. Kneeling was a good place for
them, easier access for sucking my cock.
“Bigger doesn’t mean better,” she said. “It’s all in how you use it.”
“I know how to use it. I can make you scream my name all night long.”
She shrugged. “Maybe you can and maybe you can’t.”
Oh, I could. It was a proven fact. Women always screamed in ecstasy whenever I
was pounding into their pussies, or anywhere else I pleased. They begged me
for it.
“What’s your name, sugar?”
“Laken.”
“I’m Ryker. What do you say we get to know one another a little better?” I
stroked her pussy again, letting my fingers dip inside. She bit her lip, and a
flush started creeping up her chest. I’d be willing to bet I could get her off
right here and now.
“Maybe I’m not that kind of girl,” she said, her voice dropping as I stroked
her some more.
“Honey, my fingers are coated in your cream, right here in front of everyone.
I bet I could get you so turned-on, you’d let me fuck you anywhere I pleased.
Just bend you over the bar and take what I wanted.” I smirked. “In any hole I
wanted.”
She gasped, but her eyes dilated, and I knew she’d liked the idea. Naughty
girl.
About the Author
Harley Wylde is an accomplished author known for her captivating MC Romances.
With an unwavering commitment to sensual storytelling, Wylde immerses her
readers in an exciting world of fierce men and irresistible women. Her works
exude passion, danger, and gritty realism, while still managing to end on a
satisfying note each time.
When not crafting her tales, Wylde spends her time brainstorming new
plotlines, indulging in a hot cup of Starbucks, or delving into a good book.
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