Desperado (Book 1): Black Aces MC, #1

By Kathryn Thomas

This is book 1 of the Black Aces MC romance series! Books 2 and 3 of this motorcycle club romance series are available everywhere now!

 

I'm desperate for one more night in the devil's arms.

 

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila…

Bed?

 

Uh oh.

This is not my bed. It's HIS bed. The last man on earth I should ever be with.

And the only one who lights my heart on fire...

 

Treble is a biker, a criminal, and an all-around bad dude.

In other words, my exact opposite.

I'm a good girl with a life plan and no time for a whirlwind heartbreak with a player like him.

But one drunken night might throw all that to the wind.

 

Because once Treble's gotten a taste of me, he refuses to let go.

And the truth is, that I don't want him to, either.

I'm hooked on the devil himself.

 

But a secret this big can only stay hidden for so long.

And when it comes bursting to the surface, everything we love could be destroyed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393546337

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Desperado: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Black Aces MC Book 1)

By Kathryn Thomas

I’M DESPERATE FOR ONE more night in the devil’s arms.

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila...

Bed?

Uh oh.

This is not my bed. It’s HIS bed. The last man on earth I should ever be with.

And the only one who lights my heart on fire...

Treble is a biker, a criminal, and an all-around bad dude.

In other words, my exact opposite.

I’m a good girl with a life plan and no time for a whirlwind heartbreak with a player like him.

But one drunken night might throw all that to the wind.

Because once Treble’s gotten a taste of me, he refuses to let go.

And the truth is, that I don’t want him to, either.

I’m hooked on the devil himself.

But a secret this big can only stay hidden for so long.

And when it comes bursting to the surface, everything we love could be destroyed.

CHAPTER ONE

Jack Jacob Jefferson , J. J. Treble, Treble J, or just plain Treble to his friends, looked the bar over. Tell me again why we’re here.

Stiles McCoy chucked. Man, you need to open your horizons a little. Not every place we go has to be some shithole dive with pool tables.

Treble swung his leg over his Harley and removed his helmet. "I like shithole dives with pool tables. This place looks to damned preppy for my tastes. I bet you can’t pronounce half the names of the beers."

Stiles chuckled again. College chicks like to hang out here. Maybe a couple of them would like to take a walk on the wild side.

Treble grunted. Pussy was pussy, and the problem with college chicks was they liked to play games. At six-one and two hundred pounds of muscle, he didn’t have to play games to get laid, so why bother? Still, Stiles was his wingman, and if he wanted to chase some fresh poontang, he wasn’t going to rain on his buddy’s parade.

If they do, what are you going to do? Treble asked with a grin and then barked out a laugh when Stiles gave him the finger.

For a biker, Stiles was the most laid back dude he had ever seen. They had grown up together, their fathers working pipelines, traveling around the country as needed for work. Stiles was the one certainty in his uncertain childhood, and they had become inseparable.

At bit taller and not quite so muscular, Stiles had no problem attracting the attention of women, but he rarely imbibed. In fact, over the last year, he seemed to have lost interest in women entirely. Treble couldn’t understand it because he was always looking for the next conquest, so if Stiles was finally on the prowl again, he was all for it.

They walked into the bar and it was everything he expected: upscale, tidy...and not a pool table in sight. What it did have going for it, though, was a cluster of women in the back, all of whom ranged from damned attractive to super model.

See, Stiles said with a nod at the laughing women.

Yeah, okay. Maybe you’re on to something after all. They were drawing attention in their leathers and his sleeves, but nobody said anything.

What can I get you gentlemen? Jerry asked.

Gentlemen, Stiles said with a grin. He must be talking to me. I’ll have a Red Oak. You got that on draft?

We do, Jerry replied.

Make it two, Treble added before turning his back to the bar to watch the honeys in the back. There was obviously some kind of party going on back there and he grinned as peals of laughter erupted from the table. What do you suppose is going on back there? he asked with a jerk of his chin.

Who knows, Stiles replied, watching with him. Looks like they are having a good time, though.

Yeah, I’d like to show them a good time. Especially those twins.

I don’t think they’re twins. Sisters, maybe.

Treble squinted and decided Stiles was probably right. Doesn’t matter. Either one or both together.

Here you go gents. Four-fifty or would you like to start a tab?

I got it, Stiles said turning back to the bar. Start a tab, please.

You got it, Jerry said moving off once more.

Picking up his beer and sipping, once again watching the women, Treble noticed Stiles had fallen quiet as he watched. You okay?

Yeah. Why?

Nothing. Just wondering. Treble watched his friend a moment. Hey...let’s go over there and stir up some trouble.

Stile snorted and grinned. I think I’ll sit this one out, but go knock yourself out.

Come on, man! I don’t know what’s been up your vagina lately, but it needs to make like a fetus and head out.

No shit?

Seriously. You’re starting to bum me out. Look, let’s just go over there and show the ladies how J. J. Treble and Stiles McCoy roll. They won’t know what hit them.

Stiles smiled at his friend. No, but don’t let me stop you.

Fine. More for me, Treble said as he pushed himself off the bar.

CHAPTER TWO

Lindy sipped her second ginger ale that she’d specifically asked the bartender to make for all her orders. She was here for her sister Bridget’s bachelorette party and while she made the promise to Bridget that she’d loosen up and have some fun, she was finding it difficult to do so in her usual responsible way.

And while she loved her sister, they were as different as two people could be. Bridget pretended to be the good girl around their parents, but compared to Lindy, she was wild and carefree. Three years older than Lindy, Bridget had skated through college, putting forth only minimal effort, more interested in hooking up or attending parties than actually doing the work.

Lindy snickered to herself as she watched Bridget poke the side of her mouth with her tongue as she pumped her fist near her lips, simulating a cock in her mouth, making the other girls shriek in laughter. She didn’t have any regrets about her life, and she would die before she admitted it to anyone, but she was a bit jealous of her older sister. Bridget attracted men like bees to honey, drawn to her by her vivacious personality and heart stopping looks. There was no mistaking the family resemblance between them, but Bridget had a way of standing and moving that drove men wild. If she could have just a drop of that Bridget Willis magic, she wouldn’t complain.

That certain something had won Bridget the heart of Terry Lewis. Kind, soft-spoken and devastatingly handsome,