Filthy Ride (Book 1): Iron Bones MC, #1

By Kathryn Thomas

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

 

I knew from the start he was going to hurt me.

 

He's too dangerous for me.

But he won't take no for an answer.

The bad boy's filthy ride is a one-way ticket.

So once I submit, there's no coming back.

 

TANYA

 

He thinks he owns me.

 

I see it in the smirk on his lips that reeks of danger.

I see it in his steely eyes undressing me with every stare.

I see it in the way he moves, hard tattoo-covered muscles rippling with every motion.

 

Too bad for him, I don't do bad boys.

 

SAXON

 

Here's the thing you need to know about me.

If I want something…

I take it.

 

Tanya was no exception.

 

From the second I laid eyes on her, I let the whole world know:

I'm staking my claim.

This one's mine.

 

She was the only one who didn't get the memo.

She thought she could keep her distance.

She thought I'd let her walk away.

 

Well, I hate to break it to you, sweetheart…

 

But you thought wrong.

I won't stop until you're MINE.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393199342

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Filthy Ride: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Iron Bones MC Book 1)

By Kathryn Thomas

I knew from the start he was going to hurt me.

HE’S TOO DANGEROUS for me.

But he won’t take no for an answer.

The bad boy’s filthy ride is a one-way ticket.

So once I submit, there’s no coming back.

TANYA

He thinks he owns me.

I see it in the smirk on his lips that reeks of danger.

I see it in his steely eyes undressing me with every stare.

I see it in the way he moves, hard tattoo-covered muscles rippling with every motion.

Too bad for him, I don’t do bad boys.

SAXON

Here’s the thing you need to know about me.

If I want something...

I take it.

Tanya was no exception.

From the second I laid eyes on her, I let the whole world know:

I’m staking my claim.

This one’s mine.

She was the only one who didn’t get the memo.

She thought she could keep her distance.

She thought I’d let her walk away.

Well, I hate to break it to you, sweetheart...

But you thought wrong.

I won’t stop until you’re MINE.

CHAPTER 1

He had me up against my boss’s desk, the wood biting into my ass where the dress had ridden up. He held my one leg up with his hand under my thigh and pumped into me.

He had his leather pants around his hips, just enough to have his cock out and available, but I felt every inch of his body as he handled me. He was hard and angular, muscles everywhere, and most of them covered in tattoos.

His other hand was on my hip, my uniform bunched in his fist, and he groaned in my ear as he thrust into me. I moaned in time with his fucking and felt the heat between my legs spread through my body. It filled me up like a cup being filled with hot water and then finally spilling over.

Come for me, baby, he said in a rough voice in my ear, and for some reason, my body listened to him and responded, and I tumbled over the edge. The orgasm rocked through me. My body shuddered, every muscle contracted, and I curled around him as I came for him, just as he asked. When it finally let go of me, I realized I’d grabbed onto the front of his leather jacket. There was an imprint of the zipper on my cheek, as I’d mashed my face into him.

My breathing was shallow and erratic.

When I glanced up at him, he smiled, one corner of his mouth pulling higher up than the other so that the smirk was just enhanced, not replaced.

That’s my girl, he said. Part of me wanted to tell him that I wasn’t his girl. I wasn’t anything of his. But then he starting moving inside me again, pushing and pulling out. He thrust harder and harder, his body picking up a new pace. He pounded into me like a jackhammer, and the table scraped on the floor, as it moved inch by inch, as he literally fucked me across the office. The sensation was intense now that I’d orgasmed. I’d clamped down around him while he was inside of me, and I felt every inch of him as he picked up his pace. The lengths of his thrusts shortened, and I knew he was close to coming.

He swelled inside of me, and then jerked, pumping hot liquid deep into me, claiming me as his as much as his words had.

When he pulled out, he hadn’t gone soft yet, and I wasn’t ready for the gaping hole he left behind, but he let me go, so I had to find my own balance. He fixed his pants, zipping them up. I was breathing hard, but I slid off the desk and worked my dress back down to where it belonged. My panties were on the floor, and I picked them up and stuffed them into my pocket to deal with later.

I felt flush and out of breath. I patted my hand over my hair, and I was sure it was everywhere.

And he looked calm and collected, like he hadn’t just had raw sex in the back office of a diner.

I cleared my throat and walked to the window. I still felt him inside of me, in the movement of my hips, and I concentrated on my balance. At the window, I split the blinds and peeked through. I didn’t hear sirens anymore, and the neighborhood was quiet.

I think it’s safe now, I said, turning to the guy. God, I don’t even know his name. He was leaning against the wall with one shoulder, both hands jammed into the pockets of his pants, looking at me through heavy-lidded eyes.

I should be on my way, then, he said. I nodded. I had to get going, too. It was already past my locking-up time. I’d been busy closing up when the roar of a motorcycle had cut around the back of the diner, and a moment later, this leather clad menace had walked through the door.

We’re closed, I’d said.

Good, then they won’t think to look here.

As he said it, the wail of police sirens had picked up. He’d glanced through the blinds of the window I’d just closed up. I’d planted my hands firmly on my hips, ready to chase him out, when he’d turned to me.

He’d looked me up and down with a lazy eye, as if he was touching everywhere he looked. I’d felt shy, exposed all of a sudden, as if I wasn’t wearing anything. When his eyes had finally found mine again, he’d smiled in the same lazy way.

I hope you don’t mind me hiding out here just a minute while the cops chase on by.

I’d shaken my head—even though I minded very much. The diner was my workplace. I couldn’t be hiding any kind of fugitive inside Kenneth’s walls. He would fire my ass right there, and if they caught this guy, I could even go to jail for abetting a crime or something.

I didn’t know.

But he’d looked at me with those eyes, the color of a storm. I’d noticed his arms, the leather of his biker jacket stretching across them like he was packing underneath, and the way he carried himself like his body in itself was a lethal weapon.

And it was hot as hell. My body had responded almost immediately, and it hadn’t helped to tell myself that I was being irresponsible. This man, this criminal, was the epitome of a bad boy, and no matter how much I tended to stay away from the troublesome types, they just always

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I need book 2!!! I can't find it. Please help. I need to know what happens.