Rough (Book 2): Wilderkind MC, #2

By Evelyn Glass

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

I sent her back to her owners with my baby in her womb.

She belongs to my enemies.

But that didn't stop me from taking her my way:

Rough. Savage. Relentless.

And I left her with a little something extra.

BEAR

I got my nickname because I'm as big as a bear – down there.

It's why girls flock to my bedroom every night of the week.

But every morning, I kick them out.

I'm not the kind of man who settles down.

More like the kind who settles up.

On the racetrack, that is.

No one rides harder or faster.

No one wins like me.

That's how Sunny ended up bared in my bed – I claimed her as my latest trophy.

And when I was done making her moan, I sent her back to the men I'd stolen her from.

They're none too pleased about what I did to her.

And they'll be even less happy when they find out what I left behind, inside of their most precious prize…

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393208211

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Rough: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Wilderkind MC Book 2)

By Evelyn Glass

I sent her back to her owners with my baby in her womb.

SHE BELONGS TO MY ENEMIES.

But that didn’t stop me from taking her my way:

Rough. Savage. Relentless.

And I left her with a little something extra.

BEAR

I got my nickname because I’m as big as a bear – down there.

It’s why girls flock to my bedroom every night of the week.

But every morning, I kick them out.

I’m not the kind of man who settles down.

More like the kind who settles up.

On the racetrack, that is.

No one rides harder or faster.

No one wins like me.

That’s how Sunny ended up bared in my bed – I claimed her as my latest trophy.

And when I was done making her moan, I sent her back to the men I’d stolen her from.

They’re none too pleased about what I did to her.

And they’ll be even less happy when they find out what I left behind, inside of their most precious prize...

Chapter 1

Sunny

This is too good to be true. Like, for real . First of all, I just had one of the best lays in my entire life with this guy who looks like he is part caveman, part motorcycle magazine cover model. And now, despite being pissed at me for the whole bet thing, he’s going to give me the one thing I need to prove that I conquered him.

Well, conquered is pretty subjective, I suppose. In all honesty, I’m not entirely sure who, in this tangled mess of hotel bed sheets, really won over the other.

I clutch the charm to my bare chest, patting it gently with my fingertips. It was cash in my hand and a reward for a job well done. I wasn’t about to let this go until I absolutely have to. I even kept hold of it last night as I slept next to Bear. His large arm was draped around my hips, and his warm hand rested against my sex almost protectively. I could feel his breath like wind through my hair, and his quiet snore rattled my body the few hours I managed to keep my eyes shut. I loved it. The feeling of a man holding tight to me was nothing I ever thought I would want, but there is something so comforting in the feeling that nothing was out there that could harm me like this.

But now, in the morning light, everything is different. Bear’s hold on me is smothering. It’s keeping me in place when all I want to do is roll over, adjust the pillow, or reach down for the pair of panties I stripped off last night. It’s funny how fast that mood changes when it is in the light of day.

I start testing him to see how soundlessly he’s sleeping. First, I begin picking at some of the patches of his tan skinned arms—just small pinches and plucks to measure his reflexes. Nothing. To my surprise, he doesn’t even roll over to avoid me! I move it up a level by beginning to press my bony elbow in his side and kick at his kneecaps. Again, nothing.

With him not showing any signs of life besides the breathing and snoring, I take his wrist in my hands and gently move it up and off of me. Freeing myself, I replace my body with a pillow I’ve been laying on all night and replace his arm around it instead. He still doesn’t stir.

I take a step back to examine him. He’s quite the creature. I’ve never seen a guy like him, and that’s saying something. Bear’s skin is wind-worn and red in spots, especially at the high apples of his cheeks and along his third day stubble-covered chin. His hair is wild and untamed. The girl in me wants nothing more than to run my fingers through the matted tangles near the ends or at least give the guy a haircut. It would help see the chocolate colored eyes that bore holes through me last night. His pale pink lips pout as he sleeps almost like a fish gulping through the water.

Of course, there’s that body too. I didn’t get much of a glimpse of it last night since I was the one that was on display the majority of the time. This morning, I get to admire the statue of a man that is not only a prize fighter but a damn good lover. He is mostly muscles—they’re chiseled and defined along his abs and arms. His thin legs curl around the comforter with a pair of gigantic feet resting off the end of the bed.

Most girls would fall for him because he looks just like a giant. But where Bear wins me over are the dark tattoos that line his arms, chest, and shoulders. Most have club stuff—the symbols and signs I am used to seeing on long-term members of a club. I’m more curious of that large bear print drawn on his heart. Every tattoo tells a story. I wonder what this one means.

I don’t have time to wonder, though. If I’m going to slip out of here without him noticing me, I’ve gotta be quick and quiet. The last thing I want to do is talk to him. And I suspect the feeling is totally mutual. A guy like him most likely knows how this goes. The visiting party slips out in the morning, and the