Outlaw Country (28 page)

Kathleen waved a hand over her face. "Girl, that is just hot. Roger asked me at dinner. It was great and all, but
damn
. You win!"

Gracie blushed. "It's not a competition, Mother. I'm just so glad you're happy.”

She
was
happy. Kathleen had finally found a good man, and Gracie had, too. Colton knew how to work the media, and he could make himself seem like a real tough man, but he was sweeter to Gracie than Kathleen could ever imagine. He had shown himself to be a good man. The year of probation hanging over his head certainly helped to calm him down, too.

Another knock came, and the Hart women knew that it was time to get in place. Kathleen was doing everything she could to keep a tear from falling, but she couldn't help it. As the wedding planner ushered them out, Kathleen squeezed her daughter's hand. One wedding was just getting under way, but Kathleen's mind was already racing with ideas about Gracie and Colton's wedding.

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Davis Chapter, Book One

Patience

What would you do if you woke up next to a ripped, hot stranger? What if you couldn't remember your name? What if you didn't trust him, but he was your only link to the real world?
 

Patience
struggles to find out who she really is with the help of
Thunder
, a sexy biker on the wrong side of the law. One motorcycle club claims her, another MC wants to out her, and all she wants is the truth.
 

What would you do if you could start all over, again?

Chapter One:

It was a hard climb up from the darkness; harder than usual.
Usual? Do I do this alot?
When I opened my eyes, the black was shattered by the pure violence of straight sunlight. Pain became my world. I groaned and turned away. I shut my eyes tight and slid my hand up to my head. The headache gripped me hard, but it wasn’t at my temples like a hangover. The searing pain was at the back of my head. What was it this time?
This time? Has this happened before?

Even with my eyes closed, my mind couldn’t focus. Question after question ran tumbled my head, but no answers came. I couldn’t remember the previous night…I couldn’t remember anything.

Then the panic set it. The answers weren’t coming. It felt like floating in the ocean and dying for a foothold. My mind tread water as I tried to figure something out. As my heart pounded in my chest, I forced my eyes open. Shielding them from the sun, I saw an unfamiliar bed.
Calling this a bed might be a little bit of a stretch.
I found myself in an unfamiliar mattress on the floor. To my left the walls were painted dark, posters hung with crooked care. To my right was a man…A
naked
man…

I wanted to scream. My mind wanted answers. I wanted to run. Even with fear wrapping it’s cold fingers around my heart, I told myself to stay calm. The last thing I probably needed to do was wake up the naked dude, and any sudden movements would surely do that. When I lifted the thin sheet that clung to my body, I saw that I was also naked. My heart sped a little faster.

As my eyes began to adjust to the light, the first thing I spotted was a pile of clothes. I couldn’t remember what I had been wearing, but they must’ve been mine. The crumpled up top was pink with sequins on it. I highly doubted that it belonged to the naked man. The pile of clothes was just out of reach, so a plan started forming in my head.
One step at a time.

I looked over to the stranger and took him in, hoping that it might jog some memory. Tattoos trailed down his back like lightning bolts. His arms were covered with everything from barbed wire to pinup girls. The man had plenty of room for tattoos. He was hulking, even lying flat on his stomach unconscious. Every bit of him rippled with muscle. The sheet barely covered him, and I had a clear view all the way down past his tight ass.

Did I fuck him? What kind of question is that? We’re both naked.
I tried to remember his name. I tried to remember
anything
about him, but it was no use. I couldn’t even remember my
own name
.

Obviously something had happened. I didn’t know what, but I knew I had to get out of there. It was dirty, dangerous, and the walls felt like they were closing in. Moving at a snail’s pace, I began to shift my weight to the edge of the mattress. The naked man’s chest was still moving up and down slowly. It felt like five minutes went by, but it was probably just a few seconds. I slid my bare feet to the floor and prepared to push myself up. Then I heard him stirring.

I froze in place, hoping he’d relax, again. He let out a sleepy grunt, and I held my breath. When the grunts turned into coughing, I contemplated making a run for it. When he slid a hand over and laid it on my thigh, I thought my heart would give out. My breath caught in my throat, and I bit my bottom lip.

His face was still push down in the pillows, but his words were clear enough, “Hey there sweet thing, how ‘bout we start this morning right?”

I was in the eye of a hurricane. Walls of destruction surrounded me, but I was in a peaceful and quiet center. Maybe it was my mind shielding me from what was happening. I slowly turned to him.

The large man rolled onto his side, and my eyes grew big. His junk was exposed to me, and despite all my fears, I couldn’t turn away. It was big.
Big
big. He was rock hard and throbbing. I hated myself for getting distracted by it. None of my questions have been answered, I was in an unfamiliar place, and just a few seconds before, I had been trying to make my escape.

The second thing I noticed besides his giant cock were his eyes. They were two green jades, locked on to me. The look on his face told me that he knew me. It didn’t feel like a one night stand, at least. He gave my thigh squeeze. trying to let his body do the talking.

I gave him the most noncommittal smile I could manage before sliding the rest of the way off the bed. I took the sheet with me, wrapping it around myself as I stood up. I knew there was no sense in covering up, since we both going to bed naked, but I wanted to spare what dignity I could.

When I reached down for my clothes, the man spoke again. Sleep was still slurring his words, “Whoa, whoa. I say something wrong?”

“No.” After the initial shock, I was able to pry my eyes away from his package and his bright green eyes. I didn’t want to look at him, and I didn’t want his eyes on me. “I’m sorry, I just…I have to get going. I have to get going back to my place.”
Whatever lie it takes to get free.

 
After lifting up the pink shirt with sequins in the shape of a skull, I grabbed for my jeans. Scooping those up, as well, I hunted for a bra and panties. They weren’t beneath the jeans. I quickly looked around, but didn’t see either anywhere.
Great, I didn’t wear anything underneath
. What in the hell did I do the night before?

“Your place?” He chuckled a little bit, and for some reason I hated him in that moment. “I’m the one playing couch surfer. That fall must’ve been worse than I thought. Baby, this
is
your place.”

Patience
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Davida Lynn grew up reading everything she could get her hands on, including some books she had to hide.
 
At nearly thirty, she has stories pouring from her fingertips.
 
She enjoys nothing more than letting characters unfold before her.
 
When Davida isn’t writing, she loves watching trashy TV, reading pulp fiction, and daydreaming about her next travel destination.