Reckless: Sheets 2 Streets MC, #1

By Anjalee Scott

International Best-Seller

Detective Callie Ryan has a challenging time separating her personal life from her professional one when she goes undercover to stop a biker gang that just moved into her rustic California town, and she falls for the enforcer, Dax Black. To complicate matters further, her ex-boyfriend wants to move back to California and turn up the heat again, while her current love interest refuses to let her go without a fight.

When the operation unfolds, she must decide if she'll stay true to her badge or let Dax's bad-boy attitude set something loose inside her that makes her want to run wild and free.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blushing Hearts
• Release date: Feb 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9781946212276

Anjalee Scott

An erotic romance author, Anjalee writes in these erotic subgenres: ménage, BDSM, mafia, paranormal/rocker, MC, and thrillers. She also has two steamy paranormal romances out for those who like less graphic content. Anjalee has been an avid reader since her childhood. Her love for writing began with poetry when she was 12.

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One

June 1, 2016  Julian , California

He’ll become my affliction and my addiction and want to turn me against everything I stand for, believe in, and trust.

I was cutting the grass, which was long overdue, when over the steady hum of the blades, I heard a loud rumble while the ground vibrated under my feet. My head snapped up, and my eyes focused on the source of the ruckus. At the stop sign, a man straddled four hundred-ninety pounds of sleek steel topped with black leather, and he was staring at me. The sun glinted off both the bike and his sunglasses, which he slowly pulled down to peer over. I couldn’t help but notice the size of his bicep when he did so. I also noticed how his lip curled up in one corner ever so slightly, hinting at a dimple. I’ve always been a sucker for dimples.

I felt like a piece of meat in my tank top and cutoff shorts as he looked up and down my body—his piercing stare made my nipples tingly and granite-hard. I swiped the back of my hand across my damp forehead to push back a stray lock of red hair that came loose from my sloppy ponytail and returned the stare. He was as lean and powerful looking as the bike he was riding. He had on black jeans and a white short-sleeved T-shirt. He looked like one of the characters from Grease.

If I was on duty, I would cite him for not wearing a helmet, but after working vice—specifically the drug unit—for eight days straight, I finally had a day off.

He revved the engine, while still staring at me, and then turned a sharp right onto Banner Road. After he was out of sight, I went back to my lawn.

It took forty minutes to cut the tall grass, and then I started pruning my flowerbeds. I was kneeling in front of my Tidal Wave petunias when I felt the ground shake again. I looked up and saw the same biker turning back onto Second Street—my street—and again, he hesitated long enough to check me out. This time, though, he stopped directly in front of my yellow house, and he gave me the benefit of a full smile, showing off his sexy dimples, which should’ve been registered as weapons, before he called out to me.

Excuse me, but I’m new in these parts, and I’m trying to find the post office. Will you point me in the right direction, baby?

His voice was deep, sexy, and commanding. It was as if he was ordering me to give him the information, and I hated it.

Being a good citizen, though, I pointed to the right and said, Keep going down this street, and at the next stop sign, turn left. Two streets over is Main, and you’ll turn left again. Then it’s just a couple of blocks down on the right.

He gave me a slight nod and replied, Thanks, darling, before revving the bike and taking off.

I went back to my flowers, but I tossed a curious glance over my shoulder a couple of times. It was already 4:00, and I had plans with Luke, my boyfriend, at 5:30, so I needed to hurry. I pulled the last of the weeds and put my tools back inside the shed next to the mower before going inside my two-bedroom clapboard house.

I took a quick shower, wrapped my hair up in a towel, and stepped into my walk-in closet to choose something sexy to wear. I hadn’t seen Luke in six days, so I could probably get away with a burlap sack, but I wanted to look extra special for him. Work often cut in on our time together, so I figured I owed it to him. I chose a slinky maroon dress that hugged me in all the right places along with lacy black thigh-high stockings, a black bra, and a black thong. I topped my ensemble off with a pair of black strappy stilettos that I knew he liked. I then did my make-up, dried my hair, and tousled my natural curls with some styling mousse until they fell loosely over my shoulders.

After I was ready, I bustled around the living room tidying everything up. I had a pile of clean laundry on the couch that I stacked in my closet, a piled of unopened mail which I shoved into my desk, and dirty dishes from my late dinner last night that I threw into the full sink. He knows I’m a little on the slobbish side, but still, I like to at least try to make everything presentable.

The doorbell rang promptly at 5:30, and I quickly answered it. We’d been dating for a couple of months, but I still got butterflies whenever I saw him, and this time was no exception. He looked sexy in a black button-down shirt and tight-fitting Levi’s that showed off his ample bulge. He’s a carpenter by trade, and his summer tan had already developed, perfectly bronzing his sinewy arms, which snaked around me to pull me in for a deep, searching kiss. While his tongue tangled with my own, I felt his burgeoning erection pressing against my abdomen, and I wanted the denim and cotton barriers gone. I wanted to feel his thick cock pulsing in my grip. I couldn’t wait to be writhing and screaming in ecstasy underneath his weight.

I’ve missed you too, gorgeous, he purred against my lips while I fumbled with the button on his jeans. His hands moved from the small of my back to my tits, which he cupped in his large hands and squeezed. Mmm, I want to see your nipples. Show me.

My body hummed with expectation while he unzipped my dress, letting it crumple to the tan carpet. Then his fingers quickly worked the hooks on my bra, while my fingers slid his zipper down.

This is very sexy lingerie, he murmured against my neck before tugging my bra off. There they are. With a devilish grin, he took my left dusky nipple into his mouth to suckle and then nibble.

Mmm, you’re playing vampire again, I teased when he nipped me.

His green eyes looked up into my blue ones, and his lip slightly turned up. Mm-hmm, he murmured without stopping his torment on my nipple.

Electric tingles coursed through my veins, and a flood of warmth settled between my stocking-covered thighs. I felt myself dampening more and more with each talented flick of his tongue.

God, Callie, you’re so sexy, he growled after stepping backward to take in the view.

I winked at him and blew him a little kiss. You’re not so bad yourself, big boy.

He ran the tip of his tongue over his lips while he stared at my black panties. Take those off, but leave on the stockings and heels, he commanded.

As a police officer, I had to learn to be an authority figure. As a female police officer in a mostly male precinct, I had to work extra hard at it, so I normally didn’t let people boss me around unless they were above my pay grade. However, when it came to Luke bossing me in the bedroom, I was all for it.

Yes, sir, I answered in a meek voice and slipped my silky black panties down. I stepped out of them and toward him, sliding my hand back to the opening in his jeans. He’d distracted me earlier, but I was dead set on completing my task now. I slipped his jeans and cotton boxers down to let his thick cock spring free.

Oh, yes, he cried out as I engulfed him with my mouth.

My lips tightly encircled his throbbing dick, and I swirled my tongue around it while milking it with my right hand for its salty drop of pre-cum. I pulled him to the back of my throat, as far as I could accommodate without gagging, and bobbed up and down.

Mm, that feels fucking great, but I want to eat your pussy, he growled.

I could hardly say no.

Sit on the couch, he said and pointed to my sofa.

I was eager for him to explore me with his tongue, so I sat down and opened my legs wide for him. He nuzzled the inside of my thigh, still concealed by the silky stocking, while running his hand over my satiny-smooth mound. His hand hesitated long enough for his thumb to graze my clit, sending me into shivers of desire, and I clasped his hand to press it harder.

Easy now, he purred.

His tongue found its way to my clit, and he worked the slippery nub, making it diamond-hard. He tantalized and teased me while separating my lips to work himself all over my flesh, and a blinding heat boiled inside me.

Oh God, I cried out while clenching my thighs around his head.

His tongue continued its journey to my opening, and he plunged the tip inside, causing my cum to trickle out in response. Then his swirling fingers spread me wide open, and he delved one, then two, inside my fiery furnace. My pussy encouraged his stroking with another flow of nectar, and soon I was a slippery wet mess.

Get on your knees, he ordered while pulling his soaked fingers out.

I quickly turned myself around to face the back of the sofa with my thighs parted. I felt his tongue lashing my wet flesh again, and I thought I would explode from the intense pleasure. Then he righted himself and spun me to the side so he could get behind me. He dove in, without any hesitation, and stoked my embers of desire into smoldering flames of passion. I felt a sting as he slapped my ass once while he rode me.

Again, I cried, spank me again.

He obliged, and my eyes rolled back while a crashing wave of pleasure pulled me under.

Oh, yeah, he murmured in a carnal growl, come on my cock.

I rocked my hips up and down, while his body slapped against me, so I could make myself come again. And then again.

Ah, I’m going to come too, he shouted into the room, and I felt him pull out and spray his hot load all over my ass.

Well, that was fun and long over-due, I exclaimed on short pants.

Yes, it certainly was, he agreed with me just as his pager went off—another sexy fact about Luke is he’s a volunteer firefighter.

He shot me a look of exasperation, but I just shrugged. Once again, work got in the way, but at least we’d knocked one out first this time. Life’s uncertain—eat dessert first.

Two

Iwoke up at 5:00 the next morning, without my alarm clock’s help, and I quickly jumped out of bed to get ready for work. Then I remembered that I had the day off and lay back down. I can finally sleep in.

Lucid dreams came quickly and wrapped me in sexual fantasy. I was wearing a white flowing dress and walking around an outdoor market when I heard a loud rumble. I looked to my left and saw the biker headed in my direction. I turned my gaze away, pretending not to care, but he called me out on it when he came to a stop right in front of me.

Hello again, baby, he growled over the roar of his bike.

I looked at him with a half-smile but didn’t respond.

Want a ride? His voice was low and sensual.

I still didn’t say anything, but I climbed on the bike behind him. I’ve never ridden one before, but I wasn’t afraid. As he accelerated, I pressed my tits up against his back and wrapped my arms tightly around his waist. My hair and dress whipped all around us as we flew down the street well above the speed limit, and I felt exhilarated—and turned on. As we leaned into a corner, I clutched him even tighter and let my hand slip lower on his waist as a raw, wild need overcame me, and as my hand rested comfortably on his crotch, I could feel him coming to life. My fingers played over