Reckless, dangerous, and out of control; these are the words most often applied to the SHMC’s brother Duracell. Which is why no one can understand what the deal is between him and Blue. Blue is none of those things; if anything he’s quiet, shy, and as mild-mannered as they come. There’s no balance between these two yet they are inexplicably a team. Then Blue gets a single look at Hayley, and it’s all it takes for him to know she’s their third.
Is Hayley the woman for them? A match for Blue sure, but strong enough to withstand the bizarre tempest of Cell’s personality? The two MC brothers have set their sights on the waitress and have been patiently feeling her out. Now it’s time to take the next step and see if she’s indeed able to date the both of them.
She’ll either bring balance to the boys, or Cell’s pull will knock them all off balance sending them crashing, burning them all out before anything can even fully ignite.
“Which one is yours?” she asked softly.
I drew her down the hallway nearly to the opposite end and stopped at my door. I unclipped my keys from where they hung near my wallet chain and stuck the right one into the lock, giving it a twist.
The door swung inward with a slight groan. I could have oiled the hinges, but why? Noisy hinges were an early warning system. Sure to wake me up if anyone came in here. Being an ex-con had left me a light sleeper out of necessity… Before prison, I’d like to sleep like the dead. After? I was still lucky to sleep the whole night through even though we’d been out a couple of years and more now.
My room was pretty simple. A king sized bed, a dresser, and a couple of nightstands. The TV mounted to the wall next to the closet, a small cabinet under it to hold the Blu-ray player and the wireless speakers I had for my phone so I could play music.
The furniture all matched and was all made by Rush when he’d seen that I just had the mattress and box spring on the floor. It was all nice stuff. Old, weathered, distressed gray wood that’d been reclaimed from somewhere. I stepped aside and let Hayley in the door, watching her as she stepped into the center of the room and turned, taking it all in in the soft glow of the beside lamp.
I tossed the bag and its contents from the grocery store onto that bedside table before I let my jacket and cut slide from my shoulders. Closing the door, I twisted to hang them up on one of the three hooks set into the back of it. When I turned back, Hayley was holding out her coat, scarf, and purse. I hung them up for her and she tucked her hands into the slightly oversized sleeves of her sweatshirt, slightly hunching her shoulders. It was chilly in here, so I chose to think it was that and not fear or unease that caused the left of center body language.
“Cold?” I asked her. The doubts eating away at my edges.
She gave me a half charmed smile and nodded. “Yeah, and still nervous. I suffer from depression and anxiety. I kind of can’t help it.”
I went to her and folded my arms around her, holding her close and sighed, the feeling of her in my arms a balm to the soul. She laid her head on my chest, and didn’t push away, but rather leaned into me, melting into me in a way that made my heart take off like a rocket ship.
I kneaded her back through her sweatshirt, starting low by her hips, working my way up on either side of her spine, my heart leaping again when my fingers found the end of the material and touched against her petal soft skin.
She rested her forehead against me and let out a pent up breath and I wanted her with a deep, longing ache. I smoothed my hands slowly up the sides of her neck, her pulse thundering against my palm as I tilted her face up to look at me. I covered her mouth with my own as soon as I could and drank her in.
She was as sweet as pie and I was hard to the point of pain. Her lifting my shirt, placing her cool, satin palms against my heated skin did nothing to quench my desire and everything to fuel it. I devoured her, pulling her tight against me, and I couldn’t help myself, gripping her ass to do it.
She gave a little leap, wrapping her legs around my hips and I groaned, turning to lay her on the neatly made bed. I ground my raging hard on into her out of that sheer animal need to just – god!
I tore my mouth from hers.
“What?” she gasped. “What is it?”
“Are you sure? Because if you’re not sure, I gotta stop now.”
She stared up at me, chest heaving for several breaths. One breath, two breaths; three breaths – I was just about to lift myself off of her when she committed.
“Yes! Yes, I’m sure.”
“Hayley,” my voice held warning. “No going back, little one.”
“No going back. I want this.”
Diary of a Book Coming Together:
1/19/17: Well, the prologue is finished, let’s see where this one takes me shall we? One thing is for sure, Cell’s a douche.
2/7/17: Had to put this on pause for a bit so I could focus on getting some other projects completed and launched. I’m about to start traveling again, so it will be a bit before I com back to this, but when I do it will be in earnest to get it through to completion.
3/15/17: I am into chapter four but chapter three was giving me fits, and still kind of is… I have just so much that needs to be packed into this book in order for the reader to understand the relationship that I’m having to somewhat gloss over a few things to get to the heart of it and the ball rolling. I’m just hoping that people remember that these three have known each other for over a year now, so they’ve got somewhat of a foundation before they take the final plunge.
3/18/17: Been a few hard days of writing but solid progress is being made. I’m probably a quarter of the way or more through the book as a whole. It’s one of the more challenging writes I’ve had to do so far, but the challenge is fun.
3/21/17: First sexy times has gone down. They’re pretty hot if I do say so myself. Time for the semi-awkward morning after bit and to figure out where to go from here.
3/28/17: I’ve been going pretty hard and I’m not about to quit. I’m at 57,000 words give or take and am heading into the downhill slide. I have some heavy emotional shit to go through with these characters and I’m going to sleep on it before I get into it tomorrow. Overall, I am pleased with where this book is going and am looking forward to seeing where it goes from here.
4/1/17: Well, it went off to the beta readers last night and topped out at around 85,000 words when all was said and done. I’m pretty pleased with it and am just waiting on reactions. Hopefully, it conveys what I was hoping it would.
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