One drunken kiss ignites an inferno of burning desire.
ORIGIN
Glory MC #2
Ana Jolene
Releasing March 14th, 2017
When Lucky
returns, he is a changed man and his prolonged absence means he must once again
prove himself to the club he's sworn his life to. Except Lucky can’t seem to
shake off the recent events as much as he wants to.
Seven is no
stranger to this feeling. Her own mysterious past threatens to disrupt her
future and when neither of them are able to stop the ghosts of their pasts from
resurfacing, the only person they can turn to is each other. Suddenly, hatred
morphs into love. And where there is fire and ice, there’s bound to be some
steam . . .
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It must’ve been the shots
earlier, but a strange sense came over me. My mouth turned dry. My hands became
balmy and my head suddenly wasn’t working right, because any other time, I
wouldn’t have ever thought about this.
In this state, with her
disheveled hair, her imperfect lips, and her skin flushed with heat, Seven
looked sexy. Desirable. Lovable, even. And for the first time ever in my life,
I wasn’t sure what to do next.
As if of its own volition,
my hand drifted to her thigh, to the exact same place where the dickhead’s
hands had been. For some reason, I wanted to erase every trace of his hands on
her, replacing it with mine.
I glanced up to gauge
Seven’s reaction. Any look of disgust that crossed her face would have me
pulling back immediately. But instead, I encountered the opposite. Seven stared
back at me as if entranced, her lips parted as she panted shallowly.
I waited for it. For her
to say something like, “I’ll give you ’til the count of ten to take your dirty
hands off my thigh before I scream.” Or something equally worse. But Seven sat
there waiting, anticipation burning in her cerulean eyes. She didn’t actually
want me to kiss her, did she?
I winced at the rush of
blood that pounded in my temples like a dark beat. Suddenly, I wanted to. In
the back of my mind, wicked thoughts swirled as I recalled the image of her
wrapping those red lips around that shot glass earlier. It made the red-blooded
male in me wonder what other things she could do with that mouth.
For the third time that
night, I had to forcefully stop my mind from fantasizing about a certain blonde
bombshell.
Yup. There was no doubt
about it now. I was drunker than I had let on. I shouldn’t have ever given her
a ride home. But it wasn’t the worry of crashing on the side of the road that
terrified me. It was this unfamiliar feeling of wanting what you knew you
shouldn’t that scared me now.
Yet all that seemed to be
forgotten as this indiscernible draw pulled me closer to her. My hand on her
thigh grew courageous, exploring more skin. Her eyes drifted shut for a moment,
as if she wanted to get lost in this confusing emotion circulating between us
as much as I did.
All this time, Seven
remained wordless. It wasn’t in her to ask, I realized later. Seven had too
much pride for that. But her eyes, the wide oceanic blue, told me all I needed
to know.
I was looking into the
eyes of a woman who wanted to be kissed.
And fuck me, I wanted to
kiss her, too.
I leaned in, running my
hand through her already finger-tossed hair. My hand caught in something.
Gently, I tugged it free, only realizing later what it was. A hairpin with a
golden wing attached to it.
I palmed it and slid it
into my back pocket for now, not wanting anything to break this hypnotic
moment. My hand immediately returned to her face, running over her cheek,
registering the smoothness. All this time, I thought her to be prickly due to
her personality. But her skin was baby soft. So different than I made her out
to be.
I drew my hand towards the
back of her head as the need to kiss her turned ravenous. I should’ve pulled
back. Should’ve stopped this madness before it was too late, but fuck it all,
her lips could tempt a saint.
The first pass of my lips
over hers was electric. As she groaned, I deepened the kiss, luxuriating in her
response. I didn’t know what was better —the way she curled her fingers into
the back of my neck or how her tongue darted out to lick at the seam of my
mouth. How had I never known this fire, this burning desire before?
Seven’s mouth was an
aphrodisiac, a forbidden fruit that now that I had a taste of, I wanted more.
Women threw themselves at me all the time. But none were as sweet as Seven.
My hands grew rougher as I
tugged on her hair, tipping her head back so that I could run my mouth down her
throat. I was surprised when she arched her back, further offering her body to
me.
Like the greedy bastard I
was, I took in my fill. Not just with my eyes, but with my hands too, reaching
out to graze over her breasts and thighs. Her skirt slid up higher, bunching at
her waist. Within the shaft of moonlight peering into the car, I could see the
white scrap of fabric shielding her from my view. Oh my God—
Thought barely registered
before Seven pushed me away. “Wait!”
What the hell? I backed
off immediately, the bubble of passion popping like a balloon. It was akin to
being yanked out of a dream. My mind felt muddled and disoriented like I had an
out of body experience and was just coming back into myself.
“Shit.” In a flood,
rational thought returned to me. “I shouldn’t have done that.” She was drunk
and I had taken advantage of her. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as
if I could remove every trace of what had just happened. But holy hell, I was
harder than a rock!
Seven’s eyes had changed.
They were no longer hazy. Gone was the willing, plaint woman of just moments
ago; I was with the other Seven again. The one who despised me.
Had it really been
different between us for a while there? One minute she was hot as fire in my
hands and then, a second later, she was frigid again.
“I’m sorry but I can’t do
this,” she whispered.
“Right.” I had no idea
what the fuck had come over me, but this was crazy.
“You and I,” she said,
indicating us with her hand. “We’re fire and ice. We don’t go well together.”
I swiped a hand over my
hair, feeling more than just my dick deflating. “Thanks for reminding me.”
Her eyes turned sharp with
my bitter tone. “I didn’t want to do something we’d both regret. That’s all I’m
saying.”
“Yeah, I got it,
sweetheart. You realized who you were tangling tongues with and it turned you
off.”
“Lucky, I didn’t mean
that. Don’t put words in my mouth.”
Shrugging, I returned to
my full height. Shoving my hands into my front pockets, I stepped back, giving
her space to get out of her car. “Go inside,” I said quietly. “Get some sleep.”
“Lucky,” she whispered.
I stared at her.
She stared back.
When Seven finally
realized I wouldn’t say more on the topic, she huffed her frustration and
slipped out of the car, adjusting her skirt from where my hand had pushed it up
high on her hips. It only reminded me of the feeling of her soft skin beneath
my palms. I clamped my mouth down tight as she walked past me.
“I’ll see you around
then.”
“Yeah,” I replied dumbly
as I walked towards the debris-laden road. “I’ll see you around.”
When I heard her go in and
put the locks in place, I allowed myself to think about what I let happened.
So much for resistance. I
had told myself that I wasn’t like the other fools. But not only had I fallen
prey to the siren’s call that beckoned me, I’d fallen way further into the icy
depths of hell. Never again, Dylan, I promised myself.
I’d been through hell once
already and the whiskey there was shit. I wasn’t willing to go back a second
time.
Not for any girl.
Growing up as a rebellious kid didn’t allow for much reading time. It wasn’t until she was in university that she found her passion for books and has since then devoured every book placed before her. Ana holds a B.A. in Psychology and has worked in both IT and Administration. But she’s had the most fun in the bookish world, working as a reviewer, columnist and assistant to multiple sites and authors.
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