Crotch Rocket: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance Read Free

bigger issues than your Alzheimer’s and your little crew of troublemakers,” I said as I reached upwards attempting to place the box where it belonged on the shelf.  Somehow I managed to bump the shelf where it connected to the supports and succeeded in knocking the entire thing down.  It was frustrating and embarrassing all at the same time.  It seemed as if everything moved in slow motion as the contents of the shelf fell one by one and Jacob jumped back to avoid being hit.
    “I’m serious, but it’s cool,” he said with a laugh as he bent to help pick up the various boxes.  He wasn’t being serious; he did remember her.  The truth was that he enjoyed coming here for the club errands because it meant he got to see her.  He could get busy with any woman in town, except her.  Every time he flirted and worked his charm she would rebuff him like he was nothing at all.  “What do you mean by bigger issues?” he asked growing curious.  “Here, let me help you fix this shelf while you explain these so called issues.”
    “I can do it myself.  Besides I’m a little busy,” I said deciding I didn’t want to spill the beans as I placed my hand firmly on the metal shelf and attempted to hoist it back up myself.  Unfortunately, his hand was also on holding the shelf and I managed to place my hand down onto his.  Like an expert he flipped his hand so that his was on top in the span of a second. He seductively slid his fingers between mine and held my hand steady as we lifted the shelf together.  His hands were large and fully engulfed mine.  I couldn’t help but notice how closer our bodies were.  I could feel the heat of him as it seeped through my shirt.  He grinned as my breath audibly hitched in my throat.
    “There, all set.  Now you’re no longer busy and if there’s something going on with the store I need to know about it,” he said angling his face in a way that accentuated his chiseled jawline.  He looked around.  “In fact, it looks like I’m the only one here.  So why don’t you go ahead and tell me and get it over with,” he continued as his thumb slid between our hands and worked my palm. 
    I hadn’t even realized we were still holding hands and I quickly ripped my hand from his grip.  “Listen, I don’t want to tell you.  The whole thing is your fault.”
    “My fault? Like, as in, my personal fault?” he asked as he reached forward and stroked my cheek.  “You had a bit of dust,” he said as his blue eyes bore deep into mine. 
    “Yeah, you and your bullshit club,” I whispered with as much anger as I could muster.  He seemed oblivious to my fury as his hand caressed my cheek down to my chin.
    “For one, it’s not my bullshit club,” he said as he leaned in closer.  “As a matter of fact, I’m not even a member of the Mischief Makers Motorcycle Club,” he said closing the gap between us.  His soft lips brushed against my jaw and made my entire body shiver.
    “Not a part of it?  Are you ever not completely full of shit?  Aren’t you here right now to get beer for the club that you’re supposedly not even a part of?” I asked as he continued to kiss along my jaw.  I knew I should push him away.  I knew I needed to make him stop, but I couldn’t do it.  My entire body was responding to his touch and his kisses were one of the greatest things I’d ever felt.
    “Beer, yes, part of the club, no,” he answered as he used his thumb to tilt my chin upwards.  In between kisses he continued, “My dad runs the whole thing which I know you’re aware of, but I’m not officially a member yet.  They’re supposed to be discussing it now and that’s actually why I’m here.  They told me I had to get out of the place.”
    “Uh huh,” I responded.  I was trying to find the right thing to say but my mind was swimming and coming up with anything coherent was becoming increasingly difficult.  “That’s all well and good but it doesn’t make me want to