Stroke (Book 2): Big Cats MC, #2

By Nicole Fox

This is book 2 of the Big Cats MC romance series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

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: 9781393644811

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 2) 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 2)

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

Nikki

The feeling of riding on the back of that bike, my arms wrapped around Tiger ... it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Holding him close, I watched as the neon lights of the city streaked past, the sounds of the city lost under the rumble of the engine. Tiger’s leather jacket was cool against my skin. And the vibrations of the bike made me feel very, very nice.

The drunkenness from earlier had faded, and now only a pleasant buzz from the beer at the dive bar remained. The evening was going wonderfully—I was happy to be away from the chaos of the club, and as much as I loved my friends, it was nice to be with someone who didn’t mind buying me a drink rather than sponging off my dad’s money.

Eventually, we left the Strip and headed west. I didn’t know where Tiger was planning on taking me, but I was eager to find out. It was past midnight, but I was ready for the night to go on forever.

Soon, we arrived at the western outskirts of the city, the dark stretch of the desert ahead. Jagged rocks cut into the inky, starry sky, and Tiger continued on. After about ten more minutes of driving, we came to a stop. The engine cut off, a strange silence replacing the roar of the engine.

What’s this? I asked as Tiger propped the bike on its kickstand and swung his leg over it.

Red Rock Canyon, he said. Place I like to go to get away from the city. Come on.

Without looking back to see if I was following him, he started off. I struggled to keep up, the rocks not the ideal surface for my heels.

We’re going to hike all the way into the canyon? I asked. I’m, uh, not really dressed for the occasion.

He flashed me a sly look over his shoulder.

Nah, he said. And you don’t really seem like the hiking type.

What’s that supposed to mean? I asked, hurrying to his side.

Tiger continued on, his boots crunching on the rocks.

It means just what I said. Club girls like you and nature don’t really mix. It’s only a matter of time before the complaining starts.

He gave me another slight grin, letting me know he was only busting my chops.

I’m not a club girl, I said.

Right, he said. You’re just a girl who likes to hang out in clubs.

I guessed he had me there.

I mean, that’s not the only thing I like to do, I said, continuing to protest. "And I don’t even really like going to clubs