Outlaw’s Obsession by Nicole Snow
(Grizzlies MC #2)
Publication date: March 16th 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance
(Grizzlies MC #2)
Publication date: March 16th 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
AN OUTLAW’S OBSESSION RUNS FURIOUS, DEEP, AND FOREVER…
CHRISTA
Hell always screams into my life on two wheels – so why the hell does he look like heaven? Rabid’s nothing like the other vicious thugs in the Grizzlies Motorcycle Club. When I see the dark ink dancing on his stunning body, I almost believe he’s here to save me, instead of just seduce me.
But I won’t be fooled again. All the club brings is ruin, and they’re back to give me more.
Sure, Rabid saved me once. Doesn’t mean I’ll get closer and dig my grave deeper, no matter how nice his rough hands would feel locked around my waist. Angels never kiss like devils, right?
RABID
I can’t get her outta my skull. My brothers say she’s like broken glass, but they don’t know she’s already lodged in my heart.
She’s tense, suspicious, and totally scared. I’m gonna find out why. Secrets don’t mean a damned thing if she’s in danger.
Christa’s mine. I don’t care if my patch makes her flip, or even if she keeps breathing fire my way every second we’re together. I’m the best thing that ever walked into her life, and I’m not walking out.
I’ll bleed rivers to get my brand on this woman. She’s gonna wear it and get used to calling me her old man. I’ll have my lips all over this redhead knockout if it’s the last thing I do…
CHRISTA
Hell always screams into my life on two wheels – so why the hell does he look like heaven? Rabid’s nothing like the other vicious thugs in the Grizzlies Motorcycle Club. When I see the dark ink dancing on his stunning body, I almost believe he’s here to save me, instead of just seduce me.
But I won’t be fooled again. All the club brings is ruin, and they’re back to give me more.
Sure, Rabid saved me once. Doesn’t mean I’ll get closer and dig my grave deeper, no matter how nice his rough hands would feel locked around my waist. Angels never kiss like devils, right?
RABID
I can’t get her outta my skull. My brothers say she’s like broken glass, but they don’t know she’s already lodged in my heart.
She’s tense, suspicious, and totally scared. I’m gonna find out why. Secrets don’t mean a damned thing if she’s in danger.
Christa’s mine. I don’t care if my patch makes her flip, or even if she keeps breathing fire my way every second we’re together. I’m the best thing that ever walked into her life, and I’m not walking out.
I’ll bleed rivers to get my brand on this woman. She’s gonna wear it and get used to calling me her old man. I’ll have my lips all over this redhead knockout if it’s the last thing I do…
OUTLAW'S OBSESSION EXCERPTS
CHRISTA
Jesus, he was so hard. The thick, throbbing lump in Rabid's
pants was a terrible distraction. I should've spit in his face for inserting
himself into my life like this, totally uninvited, but all I really wanted to
do was drop to my knees and feel his cock in my mouth.
His eyes burned fiercer than the stars overhead. When my
eyes caressed his body, I imagined what his tattoos looked like underneath his
clothes. Those big black stripes on his arms probably rolled all the way up,
lining the fearsome icons on his chest like all the other bikers I'd seen
shirtless.
This body invited questions, filthy curiosities and wonders
and bathed my brain in fire.
Would he look more ferocious than the roaring bear inked on
his chest when he fucked me? Would I suck his tattooed skin into my mouth and
bite down hard when I came? Jesus, would I ever stand up again if I gave in to
one night with this dark Adonis pretending to be a man?
Half the guys in the Redding Grizzlies charter were younger,
harder, and hotter than most of the old bastards and greasy criminals who'd
visited my bar in Klamath. Without the leather cut and a few less scars on his
arms, the man with his hands sliding up my back would've looked like an
underwear model.
But no pretty boy modeling ever smelled like this. I
couldn't stop inhaling him, and that only made my breaths more erratic,
betraying the insane desire I was desperate to hide.
No! I couldn't actually let him see how hot he made me. But
I couldn't stop myself from shaking when I pushed my face into his chest and
inhaled, filling my lungs with badly needed oxygen.
Pure masculinity caressed my nose. His feel, his smell, his
everything burned deep, melting me from the inside-out.
My body understood, even if my mind didn't. This was a
warrior man right down to every molecule. Loyal to his club, comrade to his
brothers, ready to serve and protect me when I wanted none of it. Also, more
than ready to slip inside me, making my body shake and scream in ways I'd never
even heard of.
Fuck.
RABID
No contest. I wasn't giving up on Christa – not 'til I had
her soft red hair in my fist and my tongue jammed down on hers. I'd claim this
chick one way or another, slap my brand on her the minute I was done slapping
her sweet round ass.
Fuck – that ass.
She had a butt that was nice and full, begging to be spanked
every time it rippled while she walked.
I was a goner just thinking about it. There was no way, no
how, no fucking chance I was giving up on squeezing it 'til she squealed.
Didn't give a shit how many times she turned it toward me and walked away.
One day soon, I'd have it grinding on my lap, teasing my
dick awake for the roughest, purest fuck of my whole damned life. Then I'd grab
her little ass so hard my knuckles went white, shove it up and down where it
belonged, jacking myself off in her tight, wet cunt.
Quitting wasn't in my nature. I always got what I wanted.
Every single time.
I couldn't stop thinking about having her naked, pressed up
against me, moaning sin in my ear while I made her body shake like heaven. Her
tits, her ass, every wild inch of her wound me up like the tightest spring the
world had ever seen.
On second thought, fuck the spring. That shit was too weak.
No, dammit, I was more like a ticking time bomb, and when I
went off, the whole fucking world would know, and so would she. That's how I
got my name.
I've always been that way, dead set on getting my way first,
second, and third. And God willing, I always would be. I'd spit fire and foam
at the fucking mouth, psycho and rabid as all shit, before I ever let
something I set my sights on slip away. And I'd already let Christa walk about
one mile too many outta my grasp.
When I reeled her in, I was gonna pin her down and fuck her
'til my heart stopped. Just one night having her in my shadow was all I needed.
Soon as I got her under me, that sexy, infuriating woman was never, ever going
anywhere else as long as she lived.
CHRISTA
“You sure you're ready for that? This shit's a lot to take
in tonight, baby. We don't gotta rush anything – but you know I'm dying every
fucking day I don't have you under me.”
My lips trembled. “I'm ready for anything after tonight.”
“Good,” he rumbled, sliding his hands down lower. I gasped
when they caught my ass and squeezed – hard. “Because there's no fucking way I
could wait another night without going off like a nuclear warhead. I'll get the
blood and dirt washed off, and then we're going to bed. We're fucking tonight,
baby. I'll give you the ten minutes it takes on the road to think about that.
Let it sink in. Let it curl that pretty red hair. If you can handle it by the
time we get to your place, then you'll handle the same goddamned way my dick's
gonna be slamming you tonight.”
He squeezed me again, this time so hard my hips rolled
forward. Big mistake. That V between my legs rocked into his hips, and I felt
the massive ridge beneath his jeans I'd sensed a couple times before.
He was big, hard, and eager as all hell. All for me.
His lips crashed against mine. Hot, fiery, insatiable. His
teeth sucked in my bottom lip and bit so hard he almost drew blood. I moaned
into his mouth, craving his hurt, everything he wanted to give me.
He's right, I thought. No more bullshit. This is
what I've bought, and I'm ready to pay for it with every inch of my skin. It's
not an obligation. I wouldn't want him so bad if it was.
How long has it been since I've had a man? Years?
How long since it was a man like him? Never.
With a feral snarl, he released my ass, sliding one hand up
my spine and fisting my red locks at their tips. “Give me another taste for the
road, babe. I'm gonna be thinking about how wet and tight your pussy gets the
whole way home.”
We kissed. Explosively. Desperately.
The cauldron on my lips that was quintessentially Rabid
melted me from the inside out. His tongue found mine and pushed hard, pouring
his seething lust into me, igniting my own – I withered. Surrender never felt
so fucking good.
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AUTHOR BIO:
Nicole Snow is a sweet, unassuming young woman. You'd never suspect the deeply sensual, sometimes depraved fantasies raging behind her eyes.
She started writing erotica to escape the boring drudgery of a desk job. In fiction, there are no rules and no boundaries. Everything is on the table, no matter how forbidden.
Today, Nicole serves up some of the bestselling erotica and erotic romance on the shelves. She welcomes comments from readers at nicolesnowerotica@gmail.com
Join the Nicole Snow Newsletter for previews, hot new releases, and other special goodies! - http://eepurl.com/HwFW1
And yes, Nicole is hard at work on her next book!
She started writing erotica to escape the boring drudgery of a desk job. In fiction, there are no rules and no boundaries. Everything is on the table, no matter how forbidden.
Today, Nicole serves up some of the bestselling erotica and erotic romance on the shelves. She welcomes comments from readers at nicolesnowerotica@gmail.com
Join the Nicole Snow Newsletter for previews, hot new releases, and other special goodies! - http://eepurl.com/HwFW1
And yes, Nicole is hard at work on her next book!
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