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Verek
Savage Kings MC - South Carolina
Lane Hart
D.B. West
Contents
Synopsis
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Epilogue
Coming Soon
About the Authors
Copyright
This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue were created from the authors’ imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual people or events is coincidental.
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WARNING: THIS BOOK IS NOT SUITABLE FOR ANYONE UNDER 18. IT CONTAINS SEXUALLY AND PHYSICALLY VIOLENT SCENES THAT MAY BE A TRIGGER FOR SOME INDIVIDUALS.
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Synopsis
Verek Rhodes is playboy royalty in South Carolina. As a member of the Savage Kings MC and the manager of a nightclub, women were easy come easy go in his life, until he met Tessa.
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Tessa Singleton was getting ready to marry the man of her dreams before her entire world came crashing down. She’s spent the past few months in therapy, trying to heal her emotional wounds.
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The one ray of light in her bleak world is Verek. Being with the easygoing biker keeps Tessa distracted from the darkness.
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Her fiancé, Paul, on the other hand, doesn’t have a clue how broken she remains. He probably never will as Tessa can’t find the courage to open up to him.
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Eventually, Tessa will have to face her past and make a decision about who she wants to be with.
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Will she choose the man she once loved or the one who saved her from her nightmares?
Prologue
Verek Rhodes
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Staring out at the sea of bodies filling up the entire second story of the oceanfront club, I feel like a goddamn king.
Around here, I am considered royalty.
Ever since I patched into the Savage Kings MC three years ago, I’ve had it made. I’m the manager of Fluid, our MC’s very own nightclub, one of the most popular tourist attractions for single women in Myrtle Beach. And since the women flock to get a look at us bikers in an attempt to fulfill some Sons of Anarchy fantasy, all the local bachelors and the ones just passing through show up to try and find one of the rowdy, leftover ladies to take home.
It’s no secret that the members of the MC always get their pick of the litter. Every night is like shopping for a new car to take out for a spin. Each woman is different, with only one thing in common – they all want to fuck.
Tonight, I’ve got my eye on a cherry-red Corvette in a shiny green dress. The gorgeous redhead came in with a group of women, one of whom went straight for Roman, our club’s president like she was on a mission while the rest of the girls sit back on the sofas in the VIP section, sipping martinis or whatever fruity drink floats their boat.
Popping a fresh stick of peppermint gum in my mouth, I head over to introduce myself, making eye contact with Cherry the entire way. She eyes me up and down like I’m a Popsicle she’s dying to lick, refusing to glance away. I’m close enough to read her bright red lips when they clearly say to her friends, “Oh wow! Speaking of Big Dick Energy…” almost making me laugh out loud before the bouncer quickly removes the rope to let me through to the velvet plush sofas reserved for the best girls so that the other random dickheads looking to score will know they’re off-limits.
“Hello, ladies,” I say as I approach, flashing them all a smile before my eyes are drawn back to Cherry. No wonder she practically glows – her skin is a flawless ivory, as perfect as a porcelain doll’s. “You must be pretty damn important to one of the Kings if you’re sitting in here tonight.”
“Roman invited us,” Cherry answers. “Well, he invited our friend Charlotte and indulged the rest of us,” she adds, making the other women laugh.
“I’ll have to thank him later,” I tell her as I stroll over and take a seat on the arm of the sofa next to her, close enough to smell her warm vanilla scent. “What’s your name?” I ask since I’m guessing it’s something better than Cherry.
“Tessa,” she looks up and tells me. “And this is Sydney, Bev, and Ruth.”
“Nice to meet you ladies,” I reply even though I barely acknowledge the other women sitting around her. It’s impossible to look away from the radiant goddess who makes me want to get on my knees and worship her.
“I’m Verek, the one in charge here, so you ladies let me know if there’s anything I can do for you,” I say to Tessa.
“Will you dance with me?” she quickly asks. Tossing the rest of her girly drink down, she sets the glass on the table in front of her and then gets to her feet to turn to face me expectantly, her tiny matching green purse slung across the front of her body.
“Anything but that,” I tell her with a wince.
“Oh, come on!” Tessa exclaims, slapping the outside of my knee playfully. “You can’t be that bad if you work in a nightclub!”
For a second, I almost turn her down. The Kings aren’t known for their dancing abilities, myself included. But her gorgeous face looks so hopeful, and her beautiful green eyes are twinkling like emeralds under the strobe lights. That’s the moment I know for certain that I couldn’t refuse her anything.
“All right, sweetheart,” I concede. “It’s your pretty little feet that’ll get stomped.”
Giggling, she says, “I’ll take my chances.”
Reaching for her hand, I lead her to the dance floor as the other women cheer her on, wondering how many songs I’ll have to endure before I can take her home with me.
Tessa Singleton
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“What did you say your name was again?” I yell to the tall, bronze-haired biker. He is somehow making the leather cut and run-of-the-mill blue jeans look incredibly yummy as he leads me to the dance floor, an upbeat song with lots of bass blaring through the club’s speakers.
Glancing over his shoulders that are twice as wide as the rest
of him, he says, “Verek,” with his teeth biting into his lip with the beginning of the word, which can only be a V sound. A hint of sweet peppermint follows the word, and until this moment I had no idea it was such an aphrodisiac.
“So like Eric with a V?” I say when he finally comes to a stop and faces me.
“That’s right,” he answers with a sexy, dimpled grin. Leaning forward to get closer to my ear like he’s letting me in on a secret, he says, “My dad wanted me to be unique, to always stand out. What he didn’t consider is that I would have to spend my entire life spelling my name out for people everywhere I go.”
Whether it’s the alcohol in my system or his off-the-charts charisma, I laugh louder than I probably should at his story.
“That’s cute,” I tell him, still smiling.
Tonight could very well be my last chance to flirt with a handsome stranger. And while I know nothing will come of it, other than a little dancing because I love Paul and would never cheat on him, my heart is still beating a million miles a minute in my chest because I’ve never had the courage to talk to someone so…so incredibly sexy and charming. Guys like Verek, well, they may be fun for a night, but then they’re on to the next woman, never slowing down, never falling in love. For a second, I worry about Charlotte falling for Roman, getting her heart broken after all she’s been through. But she’s the toughest person I know. If she can survive losing her husband, she can survive a hot biker.
“You’re beautiful,” Verek says against my ear, letting his scruffy cheek brush my smooth cheek as his big hands grip my waist, and he pulls me closer. My hands automatically lift to his chest, touching the cool leather over his hard muscles underneath.
And for a second, as I look up into his bluish-gray mesmerizing eyes, time stands still. Everyone and everything around us in the club seem to suddenly disappear, even the diamond that usually feels so heavy on my ring finger. There’s nothing in the world but me and this man, drawn together by some sort of mysterious connection.
I shut my eyes to try and break the spell.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he asks.
“Uh-huh.”
Rather than look up, I open my eyes and look straight ahead, right at my diamond engagement ring sparkling under the lights. I made a promise to the man I love. The man who loves me with all of his heart. We only dated for ten months before Paul proposed and I said yes. I knew before then that I wanted to be his wife, even though it felt like something was missing. I wasn’t sure what it was until this moment.
“Nice ring,” Verek mutters when he glances down and spots it. “When’s the big day?”
“Two weeks,” I answer as a storm begins to rage inside of me.
Paul and I have plenty of love between us, but just not much…passion. That’s it, that’s what’s missing! He’s never made my heart race, or my breath come in a rush, not even in bed. Paul treats me with respect, and a little like I’m fragile, nothing but soft kisses and tender lovemaking that’s slow and sweet.
I think I want him to be a little more assertive, more desperate for me. I want him to pin me to the wall and take me with all our clothes on because he can’t wait another second to have me. Now that I know what’s missing, I just have to figure out how to tell him. Communication is the key to a happy relationship, and I owe him the benefit of the doubt that sex between us won’t always be so boring.
“Actually, I should probably go call my fiancé,” I say to Verek, unable to meet his gaze again as I stare at his chest.
“One more song,” he says, tightening his grip that’s moved around to the small of my back. As he dips down to my height, he wedges his thigh between my legs and presses me tightly to his body so that I can feel every hard inch. I should walk away now, but I did ask him to dance and we haven’t even finished one song yet.
“So, um, do you have a Harley too?” I ask over the music, trying to think of some small talk.
“I do. It’s parked out back,” he says, his lips near my ear again. “Want to go for a ride?”
“Sounds fun,” I answer, neither accepting nor declining his offer. “I’ve never been on a bike before.”
“I promise, once you climb on, it’ll be nearly impossible to get off,” he replies seductively, making me shiver. Verek’s beard barely brushes over my cheek once more, causing goose bumps to break out down my arms and legs and everything in between.
“I-I have a fiancé,” I remind him, even though he obviously couldn’t have forgotten in thirty seconds.
“Then why did you want to dance with me?” he asks, his fingertips trailing up and down my spine, right over my zipper teasingly.
“I…I don’t know.”
“Sure you do, sweetheart,” his deep voice responds confidently. “There’s a big difference between cold feet and a cold pussy. If he’s not fucking you right, I could help you forget his name before the end of the night,” he says as his damp lips do dirty, naughty things to my neck that has me gasping and panting. It’s impossible to not imagine his talented mouth someplace much, much lower doing the exact same thing.
Instead of pushing him away like I should, I involuntarily tilt my head to the side and let him keep at it, enjoying it too much to stop him.
Verek intentionally rolls his hips to the song playing in a way that ensures I feel how hard and long he is against my stomach. Just as I expected, he is so freaking big. It would be incredibly easy to cave, to let him hike up the bottom of my dress and unzip his pants so that our bodies could do their own wicked dance.
But I would have to throw away a lifetime of happiness for one hot night. I’m smarter than that. Paul and I will eventually find our passion after we’re married.
“I-I can’t do this,” I say when I reluctantly push against Verek’s chest, putting a foot of space between us. “I, um, I need to go get some air, and you need to find someone to take home who isn’t wearing a ring!”
As I start to hurry to the stairs, I hear him call out behind me, “If that ring meant anything to you, if he was right for you, then you wouldn’t be looking for someone else to dance with.”
Maybe the guy who just met me is right. Maybe Paul isn’t the one for me. I still love him, though, that much I’m certain of.
My head is so confused as I hurry down the stairs and out the door, past the bouncer and the line of people waiting to get into the club, that I’m actually dizzy.
The fresh, salty ocean air feels good on my overheating skin as I take a few deep breaths.
I shouldn’t have drunk so much tonight. That’s the only reason I even thought about sleeping with a random man, right?
God, I don’t know. What if it’s not?
I shouldn’t be having these doubts two weeks before our wedding. Is it more than cold feet? No, deep down in my gut I’ve known since the second Paul got down on one knee that we were rushing into things.
Pulling my phone from my crossbody purse, I quickly find Paul’s name and call him even though it’s after midnight.
As the phone rings, I keep strolling past the boardwalk stores that are still open trying to sell drunk tourists overpriced T-shirts and sunglasses, just to keep my feet moving.
Paul doesn’t answer because he’s probably already in bed asleep after the tame bachelor party he was having back in Raleigh with his brother, coworkers, and a few friends.
When his voicemail comes on, I start to just tell him to call me when he gets this message, but that’s not all that comes tumbling out of my mouth.
“Paul, honey, I love you. And I know you love me, but do you think we’re rushing into this?” I ask his voicemail. “The wedding, I mean. It’s in two freaking weeks! I think…I think I need a little more time. I know it would be a big pain in the ass to postpone the wedding but, um, I think maybe we should. Just for a little while!” I quickly add. “A few weeks or a couple of months. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s going on with me. It’s just…it’s been a strange night, so call me when you get this message, ok
ay? I love you,” I say again before I end the call, because I don’t want him to doubt that for a second.
Taking another deep breath, I put my phone away in my purse and turn on my heels to start back to the club, intending to spend the rest of the night with the girls and not a sexy, dirty-talking biker, the perfect man from my darkest fantasies.
I take about three steps before a white van advertising a flooring business slows to a stop next to me. The passenger, a young, dark-haired man with lots of ink on his arm that’s resting in the open window, says, “Hey, girl. Sorry to bother you, but could you tell us where the weird Ripley’s place is?”
“Ah, sure,” I reply. “I think you need to get going toward North Ocean Boulevard. This is South,” I explain.
“North, you say?”
“Yeah, it’s quicker if you turn here and get back on Highway 17 instead of waiting behind the cruising crowd and pedestrians,” I say, pointing the easiest way to get where they need to be. I’ve been vacationing here in Myrtle Beach almost every year in the summer and know my way around pretty well. “Then you’ll just make a right turn on Fifth or Seventh Avenue.”
“You hear that? We need to get on 17 and find Fifth or Seventh Avenue,” the man says to the driver right when the sliding door suddenly opens, and another passenger jumps out along with the man I was talking to. Before I can even blink, there are arms grabbing me from behind, picking me up off my feet and carrying me to the van.