Raw (Book 2): Minutemen MC, #3

By Evelyn Glass

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

There's only one way I'll do it: raw.

DIRK

She picked the wrong day to mess with me.

I have a war to fight.

That means I don't have time for civilians wandering around my territory.

But I decide to make an exception for li'l miss Camila.

It's been too damn long since I've had a woman like her.

So I'm gonna throw that tight little body on the back of my bike.

Take her deep into my clubhouse.

And do it the only way I know how:

Raw.

CAMILA

He undresses me with his eyes.

Like I'm already naked and dying for his touch.

The truth is, he's not wrong.

I've been aching to know what Dirk feels like since the second he first threw me on the back of his bike.

But I'll never tell that to this sexy bastard's face.

Because he's not my hero or my rescuer.

He's the one who got me in this whole mess in the first place…

When he kidnapped me and dragged me into a dirty, disgusting warehouse.

I don't know who he is or what he's after.

Well, except for one thing.

He wants to own me…

Completely raw.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Dec 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393562320

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Raw: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Minutemen MC Book 2)

By Evelyn Glass

There’s only one way I’ll do it: raw.

DIRK

She picked the wrong day to mess with me.

I have a war to fight.

That means I don’t have time for civilians wandering around my territory.

But I decide to make an exception for li’l miss Camila.

It’s been too damn long since I’ve had a woman like her.

So I’m gonna throw that tight little body on the back of my bike.

Take her deep into my clubhouse.

And do it the only way I know how:

Raw.

CAMILA

He undresses me with his eyes.

Like I’m already naked and dying for his touch.

The truth is, he’s not wrong.

I’ve been aching to know what Dirk feels like since the second he first threw me on the back of his bike.

But I’ll never tell that to this sexy bastard’s face.

Because he’s not my hero or my rescuer.

He’s the one who got me in this whole mess in the first place...

When he kidnapped me and dragged me into a dirty, disgusting warehouse.

I don’t know who he is or what he’s after.

Well, except for one thing.

He wants to own me...

Completely raw.

Chapter 1

There was something about Camilla that made it utterly impossible for Dirk to stay away, no matter how hard he tried. Granted, he wasn’t trying very hard. One single sentence from her—and even though he liked to have everyone believe that he was always the one in charge, always the one who had the control—he was at her complete mercy. She didn’t have to know, of course, but he was pretty sure she could tell from just how quickly he responded to her invitation.

"Aren’t you going to entertain me?"

God, but she could get under his skin. Six little words from her, and in an instant he was getting hard.

He took her on that very armchair. They were a mess of hot, sweaty bodies and tangled limbs, hands roaming, tongues swirling. He was hopelessly, inescapably hot for her. And for some inexplicable reason, she seemed to be just as hot for him. Dirk couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it, but he was extremely glad that things were as they were.

He left her naked and panting on the armchair by the window, and he walked out of the room while she was still lost in the bliss of the afterglow. Once outside, he took a quick glance up and down the corridor before he adjusted himself underneath the thick fabric of his blue jeans.

It had been a quick encounter, but it had also been as furious as it had been fast. Dirk still felt both shaken and elated from it, still reeling with adrenaline and the rush of endorphins released by one of the most explosive orgasms he had ever had.

He walked into the common room and fetched himself a dark drought from the bar. He exchanged a few jokes and pleasantries with some of the others, and then he walked over to the table where Stephan was sitting, scribbling down in his notebook as he so often did. He was kind of an artist, Stephan Walker. He drew and wrote and God knew what else.

Dirk thought about leaving him to it, but then he figured he needed the distraction. He needed to think about anything else that wasn’t the feel of Camilla’s curves underneath his fingertips. He needed to focus about something concrete that would anchor him and give him back some of the balance she robbed him of every time he let himself touch her.

He pulled out a chair and sat across from Stephan without waiting for an invite. He could do that; they shared that kind of bond. He knew it would just be the two of them now; the others generally tended not to disturb them when they sat together, whether they were talking about business or something else entirely. Perhaps that was just what Dirk needed to regain some form of control over his life—a chat with a friend who was not afraid to threaten him back into common sense.

What are you drawing? Dirk asked, as a means to get the conversation going.

Oh, nothing much, just sketches. Stephan shrugged and closed the notebook, but not before Dirk caught a glimpse of mountains and the meticulous design of a maple leaf. How did it go with our guest?

I think she’ll settle in nicely, Dirk said with a smirk. He took a long sip of the dark stout. What did you think of her?

She’s a smart one, that’s for sure, Stephan said. Nothing more dangerous than a smart woman, let me tell ya. Not even an army of Herman Ruizes.

I got no trouble believing that, Dirk admitted easily. Do you think she meant what she said?

Which part? Stephan asked with an amused grin.

Dirk did not smile. Her part of the deal, he said. Do you think she’ll honor it? The thought had plagued him ever since they’d had their little meeting earlier. If Camilla didn’t keep her promise, she was as good as dead. Dirk hated to admit it, but it wasn’t a thought that he found particularly pleasing. In fact, it horrified him.

Stephan thought about it for a moment. I don’t think she fully intends to, he said eventually. But I think she will. She’s not stupid. She’ll soon come to the realization that coming back and keeping at this investigation would be suicide, and she doesn’t strike me as someone who’s in any hurry to die.

Dirk could agree with that. In fact, Camilla was one of the most full-of-life people he had ever met. It was one of the things about her that attracted him. If he stopped to consider it, he couldn’t quite remember the last time he had felt any genuine appreciation for life at all. Rather, he couldn’t quite remember the last time he had felt any genuine appreciation for his life. Somewhere along the line, he had just stopped caring.

Be careful with her, Stephan said suddenly.

Dirk looked sharply up at him. What are you talking about?

This time, it was Stephan’s turn not to smile. He simply looked at Dirk with a serious expression on his face. You heard me, he said. I saw the way you look at her. I saw the way she looks at you, too.

Dirk cringed inwardly. Fuck. Nothing’s going on, Stephan, he hurried to reassure. She’s a beautiful woman, that’s all.

Stephan did offer him a small smile then. Lying to me, Dirk? Really? Since when are you this stupid?

Dirk did his best not to wince. Stephan’s almost unnatural ability to sniff out lies had come in handy to the club and saved all of their asses on more than one occasion, but it could also be a real pain in the ass.

I’m sorry, he said, and he meant it. We’ve fucked a couple of times, he admitted. But you don’t have to worry, I’ll put a stop to it.

By all means, don’t.

Dirk blinked, taken aback. What did you say?

I said, don’t. God knows you need one or two good fucks in your life...or ten, for that matter. Stephan winked. I don’t care if you fuck her, Dirk. I care if you fall for her.

Dirk snorted and almost choked on his beer as he took a sip. Oh, come on, he said, wiping his mouth with one hand. You can’t possibly believe I’d ever do that.

Ah, Dirk, Dirk, Dirk. Stephan shook his head fondly and gave him a smile brimming with genuine sympathy. Falling for someone is not something you ‘do’—it’s something that happens. Just like that. He snapped his fingers. One moment you’re perfectly fine and the next you don’t know where the fuck you’re at in your life. It’s out of your control.

For some reason, Dirk’s blood started to boil. He didn’t need anyone’s sympathy, and he sure as hell didn’t need any lessons on love—not even from Stephan Walker.

"Nothing’s out of my control," he all but growled.

This is,