Smoke and Flame — Daphne Loveling

After a night of raw, sexual passion with Smoke, vice-president of the Los Perdidos MC, redheaded beauty Jenny Chapman finds herself unable to get the sexy biker out of her mind. The two share a powerful connection that neither seems able to resist. But as she plunges deeper into Smoke's mysterious life, will she find she's gotten herself in too deep?



This steamy erotic story continues the developing romance between a biker bad boy and a young woman with a taste for adventure!



Excerpt:



As we got to the edge of town, Smoke pulled off the road into a gravel parking lot. A large warehouse stood at the far end of the lot, and a pickup truck and two motorcycles were parked about fifteen feet from a small open door off to one side of the building. Smoke parked the bike, waited for me to get off, and leaned it onto its kickstand.



“Why don't you stay here, darlin',” he suggested. I looked around at the deserted lot, but his easy grin put my mind at ease. “Don't worry,” he said with a wink. “I'll just be in there, and I'll be back out in a few minutes. If you need anything, just holler. I can hear you.” I smiled back at him and nodded, and he turned and disappeared through the door.



In a few seconds, my ears had adjusted from the roar of the engine, and I could hear conversation coming from the other side of the open doorway. I heard the low murmur of Smoke's voice, and a slightly higher, raspy male voice responding to him. I tried to remember the name of the man the president of the motorcycle club had told him to go talk to �" Gangrene? I furrowed my brow at the strangeness of the name, and laughed to myself wondering how he got a nickname like that. Other voices, less distinct, drifted toward me, but I couldn't hear what they were saying.



I don't know how long I sat like that, staring up at the stars while the murmur of male conversation drifted to me through the open door, but I was jolted back to myself when a third voice, one I hadn't noticed yet, began shouting. “Don't you fuck with me, Smoke. If I go back to Top Hat with this, you all are gonna be startin' a world of hurt.” I could see shadows through the door, of men gesturing, but that was all.



I could hear Smoke's murmur as he replied. He didn't raise his voice, but something about his tone had changed. Then there was more shouting, this time from other voices I hadn't heard before. Then I heard a thud, and the sound of someone falling. A crash, then Smoke again, murmuring quietly to someone. Smoke emerged and sauntered toward the bike. When he got close, he smiled at me, but his expression was tense. “I gotta take you home, now, baby doll. This ain't nothin' to interest you.”



Without a word, he got on the bike and started it up. “Put your helmet back on,” he said over the sound of the engine. His voice was tinged with something like anger.



“Is everything okay?” I asked, clipping the chin strap.



“Everything's just fine,” he said smoothly, and put the bike into gear.



We drove back to town in silence, the only words exchanged between us when Smoke asked me where I lived and I told him. When we got to campus, he dropped me off in front of my dorm. “Here you, go, College,” he said, steadying the bike so I could get off. He took the helmet from me and attached it to the side of the bike. Flipping the kickstand down, he leaned the bike and got off it. “You sleep tight, now, y'hear?” he said softly. He took my chin in his hand and drew my face to his, kissing me deeply. My body responded, instantly awake and aroused.



As my tongue tangled with his, I reached down to stroke the hardening bulge in his jeans. Smoke groaned and pulled away, muttering, “Now, don't get me started, darlin', or I'll have to take you over there against that wall until we wake the whole college up.”



“Maybe that's what I want,” I whispered bravely.