Adam: SEAL Riders MC Series, #3

By Molly Black

Erika Nelson had been in lust with Adam, but he was too old for her, or at least that's what he kept telling her. She'd thrown herself at him at 16, and had hated when he turned her down. So when he left, she figured that was that. But six years alter she's in trouble and he's the only man she trusts. She isn't sure if he'll help her, but she's gotta try. 

Adam Itoro knew that lusting over the kid of his tutor was a really stupid idea. She was young but she was unbelievable and he didn't trust himself around her. He'd left, made his peace with the Army and then the SEALS. Her figured he'd never see her after she left for college across the country, but she blows back into his life just like she left it, a whirlwind of trouble and want. But she's in trouble and he is the man to help her, if only he can do it without giving in to baser needs. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: MB
• Release date: Aug 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386883272

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Chapter 1

Adam

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I was sitting behind the counter in my tattoo shop, staring out the window at the vacant parking lot. My other artist, Jonas, and my piercer, Tanner, were already gone for the day, and I was waiting for my last client. I hated waiting and tried to refrain from looking at the clock every five minutes hoping she’d show up.

I didn’t blame the other two guys for leaving – it was a Saturday and business had been dead all day. Jonas only had two clients of his own and Tanner probably did two nostril piercings and an industrial. They wanted to get down to the bars, and I just wanted to get home.

It would have helped it I was doing more than just a touch-up. The entire appointment would take less than five minutes, and I had to wait more than an hour to do it. Of course, with it being my shop, I was the one who drew the short stick on that one.

Jonas likely would have taken on the client in the first place, but she was hot and wanted the tat right above her ass. It had been a while since I’d gotten to see such parts on a woman, and though I kept my practice strictly professional, I couldn’t help but enjoy the view.

I leaned back in my chair, putting my feet up on the counter. My black converse sneakers were faded and in need of a facelift, but I didn’t give a shit. A new pair would get destroyed quickly on the bike, anyway.

That’s the way it was being part of one of the biggest MCs in northern California. I was a Folded Flag and proud of it. Very proud. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my club, and if I had to sacrifice ever having nice shoes to ride with them, that was more than fine with me.

I picked up my phone, deciding to take to the internet for some art inspiration. Granted, the art I was looking at were women in bikinis, but it helped get the creative juices flowing. The music droned on in the background, and I was getting ready to call the whole thing off.

Most of the time, I was strict with appointments. If you said you were going to take up my time, then you damn well better be here when you say you’re going to be. My time is worth every bit as much as yours, if not more. I’ve got more people who want to see me today.

What are you going to do? Go show off your tat in a bar?

I rolled my eyes. I didn’t care much for spoiled rich girls who were trying to get their rebellious streak out in stupid ways. But, this one was hot enough for me to wait around for. At least, for a little while. If she was more than a few more minutes, I was going to lock the door and head home.

She could call and reschedule on Tuesday.

Relief washed over me when the doorbell chimed. I didn’t want to deal with planning another touch-up on this one. But, as soon as I looked up, not only was the relief gone, but dread filled me in an instant.

Fuck me, I said. I dropped my head openly on my counter, not at all caring that this woman was standing right in front of me.

I tried to before, but you wouldn’t let me, she said as she cocked her hip out to the side. This wasn’t my client. No, this was someone who was once much more important to me than a client. Now, that importance had faded into something more of dread.

This woman was the daughter of the previous owner of this shop. Cooper Nelson had worked his ass off training me to become as good of an artist as he himself was, and I worked damn hard to make him proud. He was the father I never had, and I hoped one day to be as good as him.

But, there was one issue with Cooper, and it was a big one.

His daughter.

Ericka Nelson, a girl eight years my junior, had been hot as hell since she was fourteen years old. She grew tits young, had the curves, the smile. The hair. Everything. Now, seeing her at twenty-two, I could see that time had only been good to her.

She was still curvy, but thin. She had short, messy black hair with a streak of red right in the front. Tattoos on her arms, and lipstick. She was the epitome of hot. It didn’t help that she was petite, and I’ve always been a sucker for petite women.

She was the reason I’d joined the military. I spent years in the Army on tour, hoping to get away from her before I did something stupid and wound up in jail. This one clearly didn’t care that she was underage at the time, and even now, it was clear she still wanted me.

I thought you were in college, and loving it, I mumbled. I knew she was still standing there. I’d have heard her leave if she had.

I graduated, she said. And, I still want you.

Can you just forget whatever you came here for and leave? Back to Boston. Back to being far away from here? I groaned.

I didn’t trust myself around her. And now, it was even harder. Now, I could have her, and it would be legal. Sure, her father would probably kill me, but he was in Arizona. That’s how I came to own the shop. The man had been divorced for years, and he finally found another woman who would put up with his ass and with his job.

They dated for a brief three months before deciding they were going to elope in Vegas and move, and the shop was nothing more than a nuisance to the man. He sold it to me cheap, left me as the new owner, and headed out of town as soon as he possibly could.

I had gladly taken the shop at the time, but the only reason I did was because I knew his daughter was in Boston, and she was happy there. He insisted she didn’t want to come back to Santa Rosa, and I’d probably never see her again.

Of course, he never asked me why I was so interested in knowing where Erika was or what she was doing, but if he had, I would have sworn up and down that it was because she was like a sister to me. I never could let him know the truth. He couldn’t know that I’ve wanted to put my dick in her since the first day we met.

This is home, and it has always been home. Shouldn’t I be allowed to come back? she asked sweetly. You left, and you came back.

I was in the military. I wasn’t exactly happy or making that the rest of my life, I said. You were happy doing whatever it was with your art major; weren’t you going to head to New York when you’d finished?

You seem to know an awful lot about me for having not wanted me so bad before I left, she said with her sultry smile. She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side ever so slightly. Funny how that works, isn’t it?

I was pretty thorough with your father when he sold me this place, I replied. I didn’t want to be put in that position again.

Pity, she replied.

God, would she please try to stop seducing me? I thought. This was going to be difficult. But then, I didn’t have to give in. As hard as it was, I didn’t have to give in to any of her advances. Of course, that didn’t change the fact that I wanted to. I would have loved to throw her against the wall, bend her over my counter, take her in the chair, anywhere.

She was still so perfect, it made me sick. I refused to let the thoughts creep into my mind. What if we had gotten together? She was sixteen when she threw herself at me, begging for sex. If I had just stuck it out a couple more years, if I had just waited until she was eighteen-

No. Fuck that. Cooper would have killed me no matter how old his daughter was. Hell, he would likely kill me if he knew we were having this conversation right now. I had never told him what happened with Erika. Why? Because in my mind, nothing happened.

I found out that day she was attracted to me just as much – if not more so – than I was attracted to her. If that was even possible. But now, here she was: legal and still clearly wanting me.

So, did you come all the way back here just to tell me I made a mistake by not committing a crime? Flipping the topic back to her would give me an edge.

It’s not like I would have told anyone, she said.

That doesn’t matter. I’m not that guy, and I’m never going to be that guy, I said with a smirk. I sat back on my chair and gave her an expectant look. I wanted her to leave my shop, but I didn’t want to tell her directly she had to go. There was a small part of me hoping that the client would show up at any second.

But, there was another deeper, darker part of me that hoped the client wouldn’t show at all. Being around Erika was hard. She was everything I wanted and couldn’t have. And now, it was just a matter of deciding if I wanted to go against what her father would think, rather than what the law would think.

That was years ago, she said. I knew if I pinned it back on her she’d change the subject. And God, I wanted to talk about anything but sex right now.

So? I asked expectantly.

She hesitated. It was clear she did want something, but she wasn’t quite sure how to say it. I was scared to death she was going to ask for a job in the shop. I couldn’t work with her, there was no way I’d ever be able to concentrate. But, if she was in school for an art major, who was to say she wasn’t a good artist?

Well, come on. You show up right when I’m about to lock up shop and just stand there. If you have nothing to say, then peace out, I pressed. The truth was, the suspense was killing me.

I... she said slowly. Well, I maybe might need your help.

The words hung in the air as she stared at me, but I merely stared back. She shifted nervously from one foot to the other, and I could see in her expression she meant it. Finally, she broke down. Please?

Fuck, I replied.

Chapter 2

Erika

The entire way to Santa Rosa, I had rehearsed what I was going to say when I saw Adam Itiro again. I was going to play it cool. I was going to be suave, sexy, and mature. I would have my shit together. I’d only be there because the shop was doing so well, and I wanted to see for myself what he’d done with the place.

I’d play off my college experience as one of the best things I could have ever done with my life, and I was going to make it sound as though Boston had gotten boring, and New York City had lost its appeal to me.

Anything that would hide the truth.

I didn’t want him to think of me as the scared, sad girl running away with her tail tucked between her legs. I really didn’t want him to see me as the damsel in distress, the one who was coming to him to fix all her problems.

Hell, if he spent five or six years in the military, then he had to have seen some shit himself. There was no doubt in my mind he’d had to work through some of his own trauma in life, and I doubted he wanted to have my shit thrown in on top of it.

Then again, he had been out for a while, and if he was working at my father’s shop – well, his own shop now – then he probably had worked through a lot of that trauma and would be able to help me.

At least, I really hoped that he’d be able to help. There was no one else in the world I could turn to. I never had been much of a social butterfly, and I didn’t trust men. I never had. It only got worse when I was in college and got myself into an abusive relationship...then another abusive relationship in a different form.

The only two men on the planet I trusted were my father and this man standing in front of me. And, there were two reasons my father couldn’t help me. For starters, he was in Arizona. I wasn’t going to take this problem to him. Secondly, I knew he would kill me if he found out what I’d done.

What I was running from.

My father had always thought of me as his little girl. He divorced my drug-addicted mother when I was very young, and the two of us packed our bags and headed for California. To me, that had always been home, and Daddy had always been the one who was there for me.

I was happy for him when he got married again, though I had to admit it was all very sudden. It was another reason I didn’t want to take my problems to him. He was finally happy again. He had a woman in his life who cared about him, and he could focus on her.

Not that he wouldn’t want to help me, but I didn’t want to face the disappointment. Adam might be disappointed, but I knew he’d help. At least, I prayed to God as I passed mile after mile that Adam would help me.

I knew I’d crossed a line with him years ago, and I also hoped that he didn’t hold it against me. It wasn’t any secret in my life why he had gone to the Army. He was trying to get away from me. I felt bad about that in a way, but in another way, I couldn’t help but find it flattering.

I was hot enough that a man like Adam would have to leave town to get away. Now, however, I hoped he’d do anything but. I told myself I wasn’t going to flirt with