Not a situation I'd wish on anyone, especially me.

Dedication

To all those unsung heroes who go to work every day despite the consequences and keep the country running during a pandemic.

This was a tough book to write. Not because of the book itself but because of what’s going on in the world. I wrote this book during the COVID-19 pandemic. Writing about our old normal while living a new normal is more difficult than I’d ever imagined.

I hope this book gives you an opportunity to escape for even a short while.

Stay safe. Stay strong. We will get through this.

Love you all.

Author’s Note

I’d like to thank AJ Downey for her expertise on biker clubs. She generously allowed me to use her Sacred Heart Motorcycle Club in this book. If you haven’t read any of AJ’s books, you can check them out at https://www.ajdowney.com/

Also thank you to Kat Mizera, one of my besties and a fantastic writer, for allowing my Sockeyes to play her Sidewinders in this book. You can find information on Kat’s books at: https://www.katmizera.com/

Chapter 1—One Night Stand

~~Axel~~

I lay on my back, and the redhead currently straddling my hips rode me harder than a professional bull rider in the championship ride. Her double-Ds bounced to the rhythm of her pistoning hips, and her long hair brushed across my chest hairs while her deep-red fingernails raked across my pecs.

My eyes rolled back in my head as she slammed down hard on my cock and ground her pelvis into mine.

Fuck. She was hot. Really hot.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

We’d been at it since early evening, and it had to be well after midnight. We’d taken a few breaks to pee and eat something, but I’d found out pretty fast that she wasn’t the type a guy wanted to hang out with and enjoy her company. Her body, yes, but carrying on an intelligent conversation, not happening.

Not that she wasn’t intelligent, but her topics of conversation all revolved around sex. And why talk about it when you can do it? Not to mention, she was batshit crazy. I figured that out within the first five minutes when she all but fucked me in the hotel bar.

I should’ve known better, but I was young and looking to party.

She’d walked into the bar of the hotel where I was staying wearing only a miniskirt, low-cut tank with no bra, and killer heels. No raincoat. It was thirty-four degrees out and freezing rain in Seattle. At first, I thought she was working the streets, but later I decided she was a tourist looking for a way to pass the time.

I’d arrived in town that morning. My hockey teammates were in California on a one-game road trip. Due to an injury at my position, I’d been called up from the minors last night and would meet up with them when they flew back into town sometime this morning.

I was going to the big leagues. My dream come true. The thing I’d fought all my life for. Scott Monet, the third-line center, had broken a leg last night and was out for the season. When I’d gotten the call, I’d been elated yet sad, but injuries were part of the game. We all lived with them.