Pax (Book 2): Hellriders MC, #2

By Zoey Parker

This is book 2 of the Hellriders MC series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

He stole me to use me… and I let him have everything he wanted.

I just want to do my job: nursing people back to health.

So when I find a dying man on the side of the road, my instincts kick in.

But I should've stayed far, far away.

Because as soon as I stop to help, a man shows up.

He says his name is Pax, and that I have to come with him to help save this injured soldier.

And we have to leave… Right. Now.

It's hard to say no to a man like Pax.

He towers over me, with tattoos inked on his broad chest and rippling biceps.

The bulging zipper of his jeans tells me he's hungry to strip me bare.

And the heat between my legs wants him to do exactly that.

But right now, time is of the essence.

I swore an oath to care for human life.

I have no choice but to go along for the ride.

We manage to save his MC brother's life.

But now there's a new life in danger…

MINE.

The same men who almost killed Peyton's second-in-command are desperate for more innocent blood.

And now, my life is on the line.

I fear I'll never make it home alive.

And when everything disintegrates, and I'm taken captive by cold-blooded monsters, my only thought is:

I hope I don't die before I can tell Pax he's the only man I'll ever love.

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Wrong place at the wrong time – or is it? Jamie never wanted to end up as a toy for an alpha male bad boy biker, but when she stops to save his life, that's exactly what she becomes, in this dark MC romance from motorcycle club romance rock star author Zoey Parker. Love, sex, action, adventure, passion – all of it combines to make PAX the best motorcycle club romance series you'll read all year!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393205869

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Pax: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Hellriders MC Book 2)

By Zoey Parker

He stole me to use me... and I let him have everything he wanted.

I JUST WANT TO DO MY job: nursing people back to health.

So when I find a dying man on the side of the road, my instincts kick in.

But I should’ve stayed far, far away.

Because as soon as I stop to help, a man shows up.

He says his name is Pax, and that I have to come with him to help save this injured soldier.

And we have to leave... Right. Now.

It’s hard to say no to a man like Pax.

He towers over me, with tattoos inked on his broad chest and rippling biceps.

The bulging zipper of his jeans tells me he’s hungry to strip me bare.

And the heat between my legs wants him to do exactly that.

But right now, time is of the essence.

I swore an oath to care for human life.

I have no choice but to go along for the ride.

We manage to save his MC brother’s life.

But now there’s a new life in danger...

MINE.

The same men who almost killed Peyton’s second-in-command are desperate for more innocent blood.

And now, my life is on the line.

I fear I’ll never make it home alive.

And when everything disintegrates, and I’m taken captive by cold-blooded monsters, my only thought is:

I hope I don’t die before I can tell Pax he’s the only man I’ll ever love.

Chapter 1

Pax

Aweek had passed since my sexy minx of a nurse Jamie had agreed to stay and care for Kato. We’d discussed money and payments, and I even made it official. I drew up the documents, listing her as a temporary employee whose job description was listed as live in caretaker and nurse. The dollar signs attached to the document made her eyes go wide a little, but I barely blinked.

The money wasn’t an issue. I wouldn’t have offered it if it had been.

Jamie had wanted to go to her apartment to pick up a few things, but I’d convinced her to stay that first night and finally get some rest. By the time she woke up late the following afternoon, I’d had Alex run out and pick up feminine toiletries, several sets of clothing, and a variety of different foods. I told him to think healthy, since she was a nurse. Maybe she liked junk food, but I was betting she was a little too conscious of the health risks involved for that. If she didn’t like it, I’d send Alex out for something else.

I’d do anything to keep her in the house. I couldn’t risk that she’d leave and reconsider our deal, not before I knew what was really going on.

Since Jamie was staying here, I’d decided to stay, too. I needed to keep an eye on her, and I wanted to be there when Kato woke up. Plus, I was still planning on seducing her, and being around all the time would help on that front.

If I were being honest with myself, I wasn’t interested in getting in her panties just because I wanted to know what she knew. I was confident that Kato would tell me that—assuming he woke up. Instead, it was the growing desire to feel her wet folds gripping my length that was pushing me to claim her.

She hadn’t helped herself out by resisting me, either.

Jamie was in the kitchen on the first floor when I came downstairs. It smelled like breakfast and made my stomach grumble slightly with hunger. She was dressed in one of the outfits that Alex had picked out, and I could have hugged the boy for his choice. The jeans were tight—she’d insisted they were a size too small, but no one else who saw her agreed—and accentuated not only the swell of her ass but also those long legs that I’d been salivating over. Her shirt was fitted, the fabric thin enough that I saw the outline of her bra, just barely. I loved that it stretched across her breasts, emphasizing the size and weight of them.

She was barefoot at the moment, her toenails covered in chipping baby blue nail polish. Her hands moved under the water spouting from the faucet, rinsing away soap suds. When they were clear, she shook them off, turned off the water, and then grabbed a towel. She dried them and turned to the stove where she had a skillet heating up what looked like scrambled eggs. She stirred them a couple of times before scooping them onto three different plates beside her. The plates already had bacon and biscuits and gravy.

I frowned. You making breakfast, lunch, and dinner ahead of time? I queried.

My voice startled her, making her nearly drop the plate she was holding as she spun around to face me. Her eyes were wide, and her lips parted as she let out a shaky breath. Jeez, you scared me.

I motioned to the plates with my chin. What’s with the plates?

She gave me a wry smile. Not everyone eats like barbarians, she offered.

I rolled my eyes. Yes, fine. Why are there three of them?

She blinked at me, seeming confused. Uh, there are three of us here?

It was my turn to be surprised. I stared at her long and hard as I realized that she’d made breakfast for all of us. Something stirred in my heart and I felt sort of...touched. A moment later, I forcibly shoved that feeling away and folded my arms across my chest. Actually, it’s just you and me.

Her shoulders slumped a little, which pissed me off. If there was someone else, one of my guys that she was thinking about spreading those long legs for, I’d kill him. She was mine, dammit. She just didn’t know it yet.

Oh, was all she said.

And I’m not paying you to be a fucking maid, I snapped at her, striding farther into the kitchen and snatching the plate from her. You’re a nurse. That’s it. Don’t get familiar.

Why do you do that? she demanded hotly as I took the plate to the table.

The kitchen itself was rather large, though by no means industrial-sized, and the dining room made it look even bigger. It was attached with nothing to distinguish it from being part of the kitchen, except that it had a long table with eight chairs set up along it. Three on either side and one on each end.

I shoved the plate on the table carelessly, then turned around and aimed for the coffeepot. I pointedly ignored her.

That just pissed her off, which was about par for the course. I’d yet to experience a day with this woman where I didn’t lose my temper or one where she didn’t return in kind. She’s a pain in my ass, I thought as I grabbed a mug out of one of the cabinets and reached for the pot.

Did you hear me?

Of course I did. I’m not deaf, I told her irritably. I left my coffee black and headed back to the table to take a seat and devour what looked to be delicious and very fluffy eggs. And the bacon—it looked perfect, crispy around the edges and still a light tan color in the middle.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her throw up her arms, thoroughly exasperated with me. I half thought she might start pulling at her hair. Instead, she grabbed a plate and tossed it onto the table across from mine. Then why don’t you answer me?

I shoved a bite of eggs in my mouth. They were as good as they looked. Chewing, I spared her a quick glance. She was leaning with her forearms planted on the table, staring me down with a look of irritation that was quickly turning to rage. I couldn’t say why I pushed her some days more than others, except that I liked the way she was when she was angry.

Frustrating as hell, maybe, but fucking