There’s no stopping and giving me time to adjust he goes right to work making the headboard knock against the wall. His hips flex as he thrusts deep and hard ramming into me with precision hitting me in the right spot.

  “I want to feel you,” I confess and nip at the shell of his ear.

  “That’s a dangerous game to play,” he grunts, pausing to slide out and back in.

  I’m dripping wet but I want him skin to skin. Nothing separating us.

  “Life is a game or chance and risk.”

  “You asking me to risk it or to take a chance?”

  “Both. We both already know what our answer is, or we wouldn’t be here right now.”

  At my words he pulls out and loses the condom. I know this is incredibly stupid on my part. He owes me nothing and yet I’m asking for everything when we hardly know each other, but that’s part of the appeal.

  This man gives into temptation and slides inside with ease. “Fuck me,” he mutters, going completely still. “Pure heaven. Pure trouble.” His lips meet mine as he starts to move again. “Never felt anything better.” He kisses me like only he can. “You’re beautiful, Vada.”

  Our bodies move against each other, writing the beginning of our love story on each other’s skin. I glance out the window and see an orange glow coming from my trailer.

  “Hey.” I push on his shoulders. “I’m on fire.”

  “Me too,” he murmurs.

  “No really. I mean my trailer is on fire.” I twist his head toward the window.

  “The fuck?” he pulls out and grabs a t shirt and his jeans from the floor.

  I nab my panties and tee following behind him as he runs out the door.

  “Call 911,” he barks, going for the water hose.

  “I left my cell in the trailer.”

  “Get mine from my cut.”

  I run back inside and as I’m digging for his phone someone comes up behind me and bumps me on the head. I stumble forward landing on the bed. I roll over and look up to see Angel standing over me with a can of gas and a lighter.

  “Are you crazy?”

  “You can’t have him. He’s mine. You hear me,” she screams, opening the gas can, and I take the opportunity to lunge at her.

  She goes flying back into the dresser. The gas can falls from her hold, the contents spilling out on the floor.

  “You’re insane.” I scramble away from her going for the front door when her hand hooks around my ankle. I kick out at her and yell for Solo as we wrestle around in the gasoline.

  The next thing I know she screams out in pain rolling away from me. I look over and see Tater biting at her.

  Okay. So maybe he doesn’t hate me.

  I rush outside and find Solo battling against the flames engulfing my trailer and losing.

  “Did you call?”

  “Um no. I tried but your psycho ex-girlfriend attacked me and is currently getting mauled by your dog.”

  “Fucking hell. Take this.” He hands me the hose and runs inside his trailer.

  Chapter twelve

  Solo

  “Eat up, buddy.” Vada scratches Tater behind the ears as he munches on a bowl of fruit and nuts. “He needs more water, babe.”

  “When you said you were bringing your dog you didn’t mention he was a fucking raccoon.” Rebel shakes his head at me.

  “Hush. You might hurt his feelings,” Vada scolds and Prez shoots me a look.

  I grin. “I wouldn’t challenge my ol’ lady, man. She’s a real ball buster.”

  “I can hear you.”

  I chuckle under my breath as I grab a bottle of water from the cooler for her to pour into his other bowl. The two of them bonded after he came to her defense when Angel pulled her crazy shit the other night. We’re staying at the Roadhouse until we get the smell of gas out of my place, or we can get something new.

  Angel is facing arson and attempted murder charges. I’m not so sure her daddy can buy her way out of this one. I don’t know what the stupid bitch was thinking. Cunt went off the damn deep end.

  “You’re real good at attracting the crazies,” Tina, Vega’s ol’ lady says.

  “Uh, I seem to recall your ex burning your apartment and the bakery down,” Camreigh, Sawyer’s woman tells her.

  “Fair point.”

  “You all do realize I’m sitting right here. My ears work. I can hear you all. I’m not the crazy chick who tried to burn two trailers down. I’m perfectly normal.”

  “You’re just the one hand feeding a raccoon,” Striker points out and his wife, Baby smacks his chest.

  “Jesus fuck. Who let that damn thing in here,” Ace Grumbles as Norah peers around him smiling. For a big mean bastard, he’s scared of critters. Everyone gives him shit because Norah’s daughter Lennon let it slip that the motherfucker is terrified of her guinea pig.

  “When are you two getting hitched?” Gianna pushes Stud out of the way to get in on petting Tater. He’s like the club’s new mascot. “Wait a minute.” She grabs Vada’s left hand to inspect her ring.

  “We kind of did a quickie at the courthouse deal,” I announce as Vada’s cheeks go red.

  “You two didn’t fuck around,” Romeo mutters and takes a hard swig of moonshine.

  “You’re telling me you just got married and you’re here with us instead of locked away in a room somewhere on your honeymoon,” Jag asks.

  “Honey, I wouldn’t be too excited to get back into bed with him either if the last time some crazy chick tried to light me on fire and I had to be rescued by a raccoon,” Patience tells him, and everyone cracks up.

  Rounds of congratulations go around the room and just like that Vada is welcomed into the fold like I knew she would be.

  “What’s this business you wanted to discuss?” Striker gets us back on track in the conversation at hand.

  Vada and I go down into the office with him and Rebel. Striker leans against the liquor cabinet while Prez takes his seat behind the desk. Vada is in my lap, excitement rolling off her in waves. I’ve got to hand it to my woman. She has damn good ideas.

  “Let’s hear it,” Prez prompts.

  “I’m sure you’re aware that The Brew has been struggling for some time to fill seats. So I said what do we have to offer that a place like Dandy’s doesn’t. It didn’t hit me until Solo and I went there the other night. There’s some land next to us that’s for sale. When you go to Sturgis, what’s the one place everyone always wants to visit?”

  “Full Throttle Saloon,” Striker answers.

  “Exactly, but what if we had something similar here. Think about it. We could become home to a biker rally here in Kentucky. Different events, concerts, cabins, Harley shows. A bar dedicated to your moonshine. We’re talking merchandise opportunities too. What’s going to make us stand out? I’m glad you asked.” She grins and Prez and Striker look at her like she’s nuts because neither of them asked.

  “We’ll open up a trail for all terrain vehicles. People love to go muddin’ too.”

  “You’re talking a lot of capital and permits. Insurance.”

  “We can get sponsors and save on some material and labor by hiring out to members of the club. I mean I know we will have to start off smaller but think in five or ten years where we could be. But yeah, Solo and I will be putting up nearly half a million dollars.”

  Striker chokes and Prez leans forward. “Where the fuck you get that kinda cake at?”

  “Vada’s inheritance.”

  “Fucking Les,” Striker mutters with a shake of his head.

  “Club will need to vote on it and see some real specs but it’s ambitious, legal, and smart.”

  Vada promises that next time they see her she’ll have a business plan together. I’m sure whatever she can’t figure out on her own the other ol’ ladies will be more than willing to help her out.

  “I think it went well, but you know them better than I do obviously.”

  “You impressed, Prez. His brother too. C’mere.” I pull Vada into my arms in our temporary room. “I’m proud of you. Les would be too.” I kiss her temple.

  “I’m proud of us, husband.” She scrunches her nose. “Sounds too weird.”

  “Definitely will take some getting used to.”

  Vada agreed to marry me but we’re taking it one day at a time. If there comes a point that this isn’t working out for us, then we’ll divorce and do our best to remain business partners. But I’ve got news for her. I don’t plan on ever letting her go. She’s mine. Les gave her to me, even if it wasn’t legal for him to do so. He somehow knew that we were made for each other.

  Even if there wasn’t money involved, I still think we’d end up right where we are just a little further down the line.

  One year later

  “You ready to go or what?”

  “Or what,” Vada sasses, stepping out of the bathroom dressed in this sexy green sundress that hugs her curves and bunches under breasts showing off her baby bump.

  “Fuck me my wife is a sexy little minx.”

  “Whatever.” She rolls her eyes and I yank on her braid, pulling her in for a kiss, getting a taste of her vanilla bean Chapstick.

  I slide my arms around her back and get a handful of her thick ass. The added weight of pregnancy is a nice bonus. It’s opening day for the new bar. The past year wasn’t without its challenges but we navigated the ups and downs of building and renovating together. Vada being a real ball buster has come in handy with some of the contractors. No man wants to be nagged by any woman even if she is paying for the privilege.

  “How attached are you to this dress?”

  “Currently, very since it’s the only thing that fits and doesn’t make me feel like a pig in a blanket.”

  “I’ll take my time then.” I grin and tug the straps down her arms.

  “We’re going to be late.”

  “They can wait. I can’t. I’m a greedy man, babe. Want that pussy, Vada.”

  “Five minutes and I’m not taking my dress off.” She steps away pulling her straps back onto her shoulders then shimmies out of her underwear and throws them at me.

  The pink lace slaps me across the face smelling of her. I lift her easily and carry her to bed.

  “My dress is going to get wrinkled.”

  “Don’t care about no wrinkles.” I shove her dress up over her belly and kiss her popped out navel. Never thought I could love someone so damn much that I’ve never met, but this baby is everything to me. Vada is everything to me. I think part of me loved her the moment I saw her. I thought it was lust but maybe it was more.

  I undo my pants and drop them to my ankles and guide my cock inside her sweet heat. Vada moans into my mouth as I sink deeper in her. Her legs go around me and I take it soft and slow because she’s been having hip pain lately.

  One of the downsides of pregnancy, but the reward will be worth it.

  I flick my thumb over her nipple, and she hisses. Those are tender as fuck too. A little colostrum or whatever in the fuck the doctor called it leaks out.

  Vada groans. That’s one of the things she hates the most is her tits leaking at any given moment. “I think it’s kind of beautiful.” Her eyes roll. She’ll never catch me saying such sweet things in hearing distance of my brothers but in moments like this when its only the two of us I have no shame letting her know how loved and valued she is.

  “Stop embarrassing me and fuck me, babe.”

  I chuckle and get to it. Giving it to my woman good and deep knowing what she’s waiting for. Vada never gets off till she feels me coming inside her.

  My cell starts buzzing. Probably Rebel wanting to know where the hell we are but once he sees Vada in her dress he’ll understand.

  I bury my face in her neck, nipping and sucking as I roll and flex my hips pumping harder with every thrust till I’m spilling inside her and she cries out my name.

  “That’s my good girl, come all over your cock.”

  Her muscles contract and spasms around my dick.

  I kiss her neck once more then her mouth.

  “Love you, Vada.”

  “Love you, Solo.”

  Boom. Boom. Boom. Three heavy knocks hit the front door. “Pull out and let’s go. You can fuck her again later,” Tread hollers.

  Fuck. Prez sent in reinforcements.

  “You gonna get out of me so I can clean up?”

  “Later.” I grin and slide in and out of her knowing I can make her come again with a little effort.

  Author’s Note

  Dear Reader,

  I hope you enjoyed my latest Roadhouse Tale. Vada and Solo love to argue with each other and apparently me too, which sems to be the norm for a lot of my characters. I always have big plans that they smash to bits with their own. I really wanted to tackle Jelissa and Chaser’s story but they aren’t ready to get it together just yet it seems. Up next from me is Claiming The Biker in my Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV series. If you enjoyed Ball Buster, I hope you consider leaving a review.

  Until next time. Happy reading!

  Glenna

  About Glenna

  Glenna Maynard is a USA Today & Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author most known for her gritty Black Rebel Riders' MC saga.

  She has a passion for writing antiheroes but occasionally takes a walk on the sweeter side. Bikers, Rockstars, the boy next door, Glenna writes them all.

  When she isn't arguing with the voices in her head or drinking reader tears, she enjoys watching classic TV shows with her two children and longtime leading man. Her favorite books to read change with her mood, but she always enjoys a good historical romance.

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