Down & Dirty: Linc (Dirty Angels MC)
The Dirty Angels MC Series, Book 9
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance
This book can be read as a standalone
Welcome to Shadow Valley where the Dirty Angels MC rules. Get ready to get Down & Dirty because this is Linc's story…
For Linc, life was easy. But life’s about to change.
The Dirty Angels MC is Linc’s life. The club his family. His lifesaver when he’d been drowning. Being a part of the club makes life easy for him. He wakes up, rolls out of bed, heads downstairs for grub, booze, women, whatever, before hitting the bar at night for work.
But then there’s Jayde. A dark-haired, blue-eyed beauty, a college graduate and an aspiring attorney. The first time he’d seen her hips swaying through church, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Since then, they’ve circled each other for years. But Jayde deserves better than him, so he’s kept her at arm’s length. Linc has nothing to offer her, while she’s poised to take on the world.
Not only that, she’s dangerous. Her father’s a cop. Her brother, too. Even worse, her oldest brother is the club president. And that’s the most dangerous of all. No matter how much he wants to touch her, smell her, taste her, make her his, he knows he’ll take his life into his own hands by doing so.
Jayde’s torn between her family and the forbidden pull of both Linc and the DAMC. Will a mistake they make finish destroying the Jamisons? Or will it heal the long-time rift between the club and her family?
Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, biker slang, cursing, some violence and, of course, an HEA. If you like alpha males who like to take charge, this book is for you.
He just needed to see how much she wanted him. She didn’t care that he was a biker. That shit ran through her veins. She was born with that in her blood, she had no idea if Linc had it in his. He could be first generation biker. Hell, his parents could be straight-laced CPAs for all she knew.
Didn’t matter. He was now DAMC through and through. And to Jayde, that meant loyalty and family. As much as her father demanded that she stay away from the club, something always pulled at her when it came to the Angels. The deep rumble of the straight pipes, the shine of the polished chrome. The smell of whiskey and gasoline. The tattoos. The club colors. The motto: Down & Dirty ‘til Dead. The fact that none of them acted like they gave a fuck, when deep down they really did.
Every single one of them was passionate about their ol’ lady. Once they found the right one, the woman that made everything about their life right, they hung on for dear life. They’d lay down their own lives for their woman. For their kids. Their club. Their family meant everything. Blood or not.
Jayde wanted that. And she wanted it with Linc.
So, she spread her knees, leaned back against the seat and let her fingers trail down her stomach to the apex of her thighs. One hand kneaded a breast, while the other strummed slowly through her damp folds. She circled one fingertip over her clit and her eyelids drooped heavily, her mouth parted, and puffs of breath escaped.
Linc still sat there in the driver’s seat, almost frozen, most likely fighting what he wanted. What he craved. But even in the dim lighting, she could see his Adam’s apple jump when his eyes dropped to the shadow at the V of her legs. He probably couldn’t see what she was doing, but he certainly could imagine it.
A hoarse whisper escaped him, “Jayde.”
“Am I going to have to do this all by myself?”
His cut and T-shirt were off in record time. Somehow, he squeezed his large body between the front seats and over the center console without breaking anything. By the time he landed chest-first on the back seat with a grunt, he had his jeans pushed down to his knees.
It was Jayde’s turn to freeze as she watched him wiggle like a snake, twisting and turning, yanking off his boots and socks, and finally working his jeans off even though they ended up inside out and somehow landing on the dash.
There wasn’t a lot of room in the back of that Camaro, but he huffed and puffed until he was totally naked and finally sitting on the seat next to her. Then all of a sudden, he grabbed her ankles and yanked. She squealed as she slid forward, almost cracking her head against the interior of the car. He propped one of her bare feet on the back of the passenger seat and the other on the edge of the back sill, then he dove...
Literally dove forward until his face was shoved between her thighs. Her cry filled the car as his mouth found her, working her heated, wet flesh with a skill that brought back memories from that late night a couple of months ago. She had been surprised he had brought her to orgasm with just his mouth last time. She wondered if he could do it again.