Eating Asphalt – Book V – SHMC PNW

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One look at Cadence Mitchell left Glass Jaw eating asphalt. She’s beautiful, and everything he could possibly like, all in one neat package. There’s just one problem… Glass wasn’t in the business of mixing business with pleasure and meeting Cadence was all business. He was finishing a job on the house she was set to buy. Still, you couldn’t accuse the tough-as-nails VP of the Western Washington chapter of the Sacred Hearts MC of not having a soft spot. Especially when it came to this particular damsel in distress…

Cadence has lost everything and has barely pulled herself together enough from the devastation to take care of herself and her seventeen-year-old son. Add moving across the country to the list of demands on her psyche, she’s just about at her breaking point. She doesn’t know what to make of the contractor working on her new home. With her track record for betrayal and heartache, she’s uncertain if she’ll be able to trust anyone ever again.

These two coming together is going to be a lesson in trust, patience, and healing; like neither have had to learn before.

 

 

“Where the fuck you been all day?” Mav asked me as I dropped onto the barstool next to his. I didn’t hide the fact I had to adjust myself in my pants. Fuck, I was still hard almost an hour later, the tingling memory of her soft lips lingering against my own, that soft whimper of need she probably hadn’t even known she’d let out echoing in my ears on a repeated loop in my brain and fuck.

“Oh, man… I am so fucked,” I said with a savage grin. “I’ve got it bad for the widow Mitchell.”

Mav’s eyebrows went up.

“Oh, yeah?” he asked.

Oh, yeah.

He leaned back some and caught Ms. Momma Kat’s eye and jerked his head in my direction. Momma Kat grinned, gave him a chin lift and set off to pour me something good.

“So, what happened?” he asked.

I told him all about it.

“Oh, man… this woman? She is fucking beautiful,” I said. “All soft lines and sweeping curves, big doe eyes and the longest, softest-looking sleek-brown hair. Definitely the softest fucking lips I’ve ever put against mine and I swear to fucking God, I can still taste her.”

I closed my eyes and leaned back on my seat and just relished the recent memory of her for a split second. When I opened my eyes, Mav’s indigo ones were sparkling, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as his shoulders shook in silent laughter at me.

“I know, bro. Believe me, I know how ridiculous I look right now, but I can’t muster up any fucks to give.”

“I’ve never seen you like this over a piece of ass,” Mav declared, and I shook my head.

“I’ve never felt like this about a woman before, but man, Cadence? This isn’t that,” I said. “This goes way beyond a hit-it or quit-it sort of scenario. She’s not the type, man. This is a woman you take your time with, a woman you spoil and the kind you marry.”

Mav was laughing at me so hard tears were leaking out of the corners of his eyes by this point, but I didn’t give a fuck. He could laugh all he wanted. If there was such a thing as love at first sight, I think I’d found it. Cupid shot his shot, and that arrow went right up my motherfucking asshole.

 

Text Copyright © 2021 A.J. Downey

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, event, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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