Stroke (Book 3): Big Cats MC, #3

By Nicole Fox

This is book 3 and the finale of the Big Cats MC romance series! 

I'm gonna stroke her 'til I get what I want: a baby.

She's a good girl getting lost on the wrong side of the tracks.

But she'd better be real careful.

Because Sin City ain't a playground.

It's a hunting ground.

And I'm the king of the jungle.

Nikki is exactly what I've been prowling for:

An innocent girl with a body built for sin.

And in this nightclub, that makes her a prime target.

She's had some boring rich boy hounding her all night long.

But when I swoop in and show her what it's like to truly take a ride on the wild side…

She's got nothin' to say but yes.

I take her home and coax moan after moan from her plump lips.

Sweaty and spent, we part ways.

I never thought I'd see her again.

But the rich boy she left behind won't give up so easily.

He's got footage of precious Nikki in the arms of a dirty biker.

And he's determined to show it to her daddy.

I'm guessing the man won't be too excited to see his little girl corrupted by a man like me.

But he definitely won't be happy when Nikki drops her other bombshell:

She's pregnant with my kid.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MBK Hanson Inc.
• Release date: Nov 26, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386624257

Nicole Fox

Nicole Fox writes smart, sexy mafia romance novels. She is a crazy cat lady in her late 30s with a coffee addiction, an overactive imagination, and a husband who somehow puts up with her impulsive need to keep buying new plants for their house. Sign up for her mailing list at http://bit.ly/NicoleFoxMailingList. 

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This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

Stroke: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Big Cats MC Book 3) copyright 2017 by Nicole Fox. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission.

Stroke: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Big Cats MC Book 3)

By Nicole Fox

I’M GONNA STROKE HER ‘til I get what I want: a baby.

She’s a good girl getting lost on the wrong side of the tracks.

But she’d better be real careful.

Because Sin City ain’t a playground.

It’s a hunting ground.

And I’m the king of the jungle.

Nikki is exactly what I’ve been prowling for:

An innocent girl with a body built for sin.

And in this nightclub, that makes her a prime target.

She’s had some boring rich boy hounding her all night long.

But when I swoop in and show her what it’s like to truly take a ride on the wild side...

She’s got nothin’ to say but yes.

I take her home and coax moan after moan from her plump lips.

Sweaty and spent, we part ways.

I never thought I’d see her again.

But the rich boy she left behind won’t give up so easily.

He’s got footage of precious Nikki in the arms of a dirty biker.

And he’s determined to show it to her daddy.

I’m guessing the man won’t be too excited to see his little girl corrupted by a man like me.

But he definitely won’t be happy when Nikki drops her other bombshell:

She’s pregnant with my kid.

Chapter 1

Tiger

Seated in the back of the strip club, I let my eyes drift over the pair of sexy-ass brunettes on the private table in front of us. The girls were giving it their all, putting on a show that was enough to make any man lose his damn mind. And sure enough, the rest of the Cats were under their spell. Their eyes were locked onto the girls as they writhed and undulated on the stage, running their hands over each other’s perfect bodies, occasionally leaning in for a sensual kiss. And whenever they did, the Cats let out a wild cheer.

To me, however, it was just all so boring.

I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me. Tiger a year ago would’ve been right there with the rest of the Cats, eagerly shoving bills into these girls’ G-strings, trying to figure out which one I was going to put the moves on that night. Strippers didn’t usually sleep with their clients, but I always seemed to convince them to make exceptions.

It was Nikki. That fucking girl had gotten into my mind and wouldn’t leave. Despite the gorgeous bodies on display all around me, she was the only girl I could think about. I found myself imagining her on the pole in front of me, nothing on her body but a skimpy thong as she put on a private show, just for me.

I took a sip of my beer and closed my eyes, imagining her sexy hips swaying back and forth, imagining a sly little look on her face as she stepped off of the stage and came my way, imagining her reaching down and putting her hand on my stone-solid prick ...

Cutter’s hand slapping my hard on the back snapped me right out of my little fantasy.

Yo, Tiger, he said, is that the girl from the other night?

Yeah, said Mace. That one you banged?

I bristled at hearing Mace talk about Nikki like that. Then the reality of what they’d said sank in.

What the hell are you guys talking about? I asked, wondering just how the hell these guys knew just what was on my mind.

Right there, said Mace, pointing towards the long, purple-neon-outlined bar at the front of the club.

I’d recognize that figure anywhere. Sure enough, talking to the bartender, her back towards us, was none other than Nikki-fucking-Naylor.

Just the girl I wanted to see.

The half dozen or so of my crew seated around me turned and stared at me with wide eyes, all of them waiting for my reaction.

Holy shit, said Mace. What the hell is a girl like that doing at a place like this?

Bet she’s applying for a job, said Cutter with a scheming smirk on his lips. Boss gave her a taste of the bad girl life, and now she’s hooked.

The boys let out a laugh, high-fives all around.

Seriously, said Mace, what do you think she’s doing here, boss?

I took a quick glance at the girls still dancing in front of us, and I could tell that they were a little bemused at not being the center of attention.

No fucking idea, I said, getting up out of my seat. But I’m gonna find out.

I took a wad of bills out of my pocket, peeled off a few hundreds, and handed them to Mace.

You boys have fun, I said. I might be a little occupied the rest of the night.

Cutter smirked.

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, he said.

My eyes locked onto Nikki. I started off towards her.

You look a little lost, I said as I approached her.

The expression that flashed on her face then was something else. It was relief and excitement and passion all at once.

There you are! she said.

Then she threw her arms around me. It felt very, very nice to have her body pressed against mine. The scent of her air rushed up into my nostrils, and I let my hands fall onto the curves of her hips. And there was something else too, something that I wasn’t expecting—a warmth spread out from my heart. I wasn’t just happy to see Nikki’s gorgeous body

Reviews for Stroke (Book 3)

[Stephanie Chase · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This was a nice MC story. If you don't want all the blood, guns and violence this if right for you!