Motorhead (Book 2): Kings of Chaos MC, #2

By Evelyn Glass

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

I'd pay good money to take her however I want.

It was a second chance I never deserved.

Mostly because Cara didn't give me much of a first chance to begin with.

She was a good girl with a future.

I was a bad boy going nowhere fast.

And she wanted nothing to do with me.

But years later, fate brings me to her operating table with a bullet in my body and my life in her hands.

She saves me, but that's just the beginning of this chaos.

When my enemies catch wind that I'm still kicking, they come to the hospital to finish the job.

Cara stands up to protect me.

She didn't expect them to take her instead.

I'm barely alive, but that won't stop me from going after those bastards.

Cara saved my life twice.

It's time for me to repay the favor.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393215431

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Motorhead: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Kings of Chaos MC Book 2)

By Evelyn Glass

I’d pay good money to take her however I want.

IT WAS A SECOND CHANCE I never deserved.

Mostly because Cara didn’t give me much of a first chance to begin with.

She was a good girl with a future.

I was a bad boy going nowhere fast.

And she wanted nothing to do with me.

But years later, fate brings me to her operating table with a bullet in my body and my life in her hands.

She saves me, but that’s just the beginning of this chaos.

When my enemies catch wind that I’m still kicking, they come to the hospital to finish the job.

Cara stands up to protect me.

She didn’t expect them to take her instead.

I’m barely alive, but that won’t stop me from going after those bastards.

Cara saved my life twice.

It’s time for me to repay the favor.

Chapter 1

Cara

Y ou really need to go back to the hospital, I said.

Damian shook his head. Mendoza is still out there, he replied. They'll be looking for me there. I can't risk it.

We stood on the porch of my house talking. He had insisted on escorting me home, just to make sure I got there safely. And now we stood before each other, an awkward tension filling the air between us. I felt physically and emotionally wrung out. I'd shot a man. I knew I hadn't entirely processed that fact yet because I wasn't freaking out about it. But I knew that when I finally did process it, I was going to have the inevitable meltdown. I just couldn't get over the fact that I'd shot somebody.

Damian, I said. You need medical attention.

And I also need to not be where Mendoza and the Fantasmas expect to find me.

I hated to admit it, but he had a point. It very well might be the first place they looked for him. But that didn't change the fact that he needed medical attention.

Where will you go? I asked.

He shrugged. I'll figure something out. Always do.

I knew before I even said the words what I was going to do. What I was going to say. It was so against everything I stood for that I wasn't sure how to deal with that either. But Damian had saved my life. I owed him.

Stay here, I said softly. I've got supplies. I can tend to your wounds.

He shook his head. I don't want to pull you in any further than you already are.

They don't know who I am. My name is Shelly, remember?

Damian laughed softly. They're not stupid. I'm afraid that they're eventually going to figure out who you are.

You're the one they want, I said. Not me. They're going to be looking for you.

He gave me a tight smile. I was right, and he knew it. But I did appreciate the fact that he was looking out for my well-being. That he wanted to keep me out of his mess as much as possible. But I needed to take care of him. I needed to prevent his wounds from re-opening or getting infected.

I appreciate that, Cara.

I unlocked the door and pushed it open. Get inside, I commanded. Now. You're going to stay here for a couple of days so I can observe and treat you.

He looked at me and then at the open doorway. Are you sure?

Not really. But I wasn't going to tell him that. I wouldn't have asked you to stay if I weren't.

He reached out and gave my arm a gentle squeeze. Thank you.

I followed him inside and directed him down to my bedroom. I had the master bedroom, which meant that I had a connected bathroom. A rather large one, actually. It would be perfect to use to check on Damian's wounds.

Sit up on the counter and take off your shirt, I said as I closed the bathroom door behind me.

I set my medical kit on the counter next to him. He gave me a look of pure gratitude. I went to work on him, changing out his bandages and applying some antibiotic salves. He winced whenever I touched his wounds – although, quite a bit less than when he'd first come into the ER.

With his wounds treated and bandages changed, I stepped back and looked at him. I could tell that he was in pain but was putting on a brave face. I kind of got the feeling that he did that a lot. That there were things below the surface – emotional wounds – that troubled him. I wasn't sure why I thought that, but it seemed like an idea that fit.

There we go, I said. All patched up again.

Thank you, Cara.

We stared into each other's eyes for a moment, and the tension in the air got thicker. Damian reached out and took my hand, pulling me to him. As if entranced, I stood before him, looking up into his eyes. My stomach flipped, and there was a sudden heat between my thighs.

I couldn't do this. Not with Damian. He was an anathema to my world. I'd worked so hard and so diligently to keep the trouble and drama out of my life and out of Austin's life. And yet, there I was, staring into the eyes of Damian Hawke, wishing he'd kiss me.

And a moment later, he did.

He kissed me with plenty of passion and heat. His tongue pushed past my lips and swirled with mine in my mouth. I hesitated for a split second, but then returned the kiss with just as much fire as he had. He ran his hands through my hair, and I dragged my nails down his back. He moaned very softly, but I'd heard it. I got the feeling he was as turned on as I was.

I knew I shouldn't – not with a guy like him. But I was finding it incredibly difficult to listen to the reasons in my head.

Damian slipped down from the counter, never breaking our kiss. He turned me around and pressed me up against the counter, pinning me with his body. He planted kisses down my neck, all the way down to my collar bone. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and that only served to turn me on even more.

I raised my arms as he lifted my shirt over my head. He tossed it to the ground behind him and then went to work on my bra. It took him all of about two seconds, and my bra joined my shirt on the bathroom floor.

A gasp escaped my lips as he cupped my breasts, swirling his tongue around my hard nipples. He sucked on them, and I sucked air in through gritted teeth. The small fire burning between my thighs was growing into an out of control three-alarm blaze with each passing moment. Sliding my hands down, I rubbed his cock through his jeans and moaned. He was so thick and so hard. It had been so long, I wanted it inside of me. I didn't want to wait.

I helped Damian slide my pants down my legs, stepping out of them. I stood before him, naked and dripping wet. He smiled as he picked me up and set me down on the counter he'd just vacated. Wincing