Slow Burn (Lost Kings MC, #1)

by Autumn Jones Lake

Every time I saw the kid, he reminded me of Howdy Doody, but I kept that to myself because apparently I'm old and no one else knew who that was.

What I really want to do is gather her in my arms, but I’m not sure how that would be received. I mean, in my head she belongs to me, but it’s not like she’s aware of my crazy claim on her.

We have each other’s backs. I know any one of my brothers would throw down for me, and I’d do the same." "Throw down?" "Fuck with one of us, fuck with all of us."

What’s between us can only be one thing. Hope is mine. Permanently.

I’m so fucking hard I don’t think I’ll be able to get out of my jeans. I really need to get out of them and into her.

"Am I in danger?" Fuck me, but this woman is too smart for my own good. "I don’t think so." "You don’t think so?" she asks, disbelief dripping from each word. Running my fingers through my hair, I’m stunned by how much this woman affects me already. "You shouldn’t be." Because I put the two assholes who knew about you in the ground sixteen months ago. But I keep that last bit to myself. I don’t think she would appreciate the thoughtfulness of the gesture.

I hold out my hand. "Uh-uh. Don’t come any closer. You’re like sexual crack. I can’t think straight once you get your hands on me."