Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 57(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | Rider (Exiled Guardians MC #6) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Hope Ford |
| Language: | English |
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Willow I did it. I fell in love with my best friend. Should I mention he’s a player? So, I make a proposition – we be friends with benefits. Surely, it won’t backfire. Rider I’m in a motorcycle club and my best friend is a girl. She wants to be friends with benefits. I want forever. Somehow, someway, I’m going to convince her how good love can be between friends. Dear Reader, I love to read MC romances. I’ve just always enjoyed reading about the tightness of the MC brothers and the way they love their women. I love it so much that I have always wanted to write one. However, being a short story romance author, it seemed impossible to build an in depth storyline like most MC romance series, but I wanted to give it a try. Therefore, I present to you my version of an MC romance. I’m borrowing the term MC Lite from Frankie Love. It is heavy on the motorcycle club sense of family, it has lots of alpha men and the curvy women that love them. However, it is a little lite on the drama and most violence is handled off page. I sincerely hope you like it. This is a Steamy, Sweet, Short Story Romance. No Cliffhangers. This is the sixth story in the Exiled Guardians MC Series. If you love short romances with insta love, hot love scenes, and a sweet story, then this one is for you. | |
| Books in Series: | Exiled Guardians MC Series by Hope Ford |
| Books by Author: | Hope Ford Books |
1
Rider
Sitting at the bar and looking around the clubhouse, I barely recognize it anymore. Since quite a few of my brothers have settled down and found themselves with ol’ ladies, well let’s just say a Friday night at the Exiled Guardians Clubhouse is not what it used to be. The twinkies are still here, but they pretty much stay on one side and out of the ol’ ladies’ hair. You would think I would be over there with them. But nope, instead, I’m sitting here at the bar talking to Keeper. Well, when he isn’t sucking face with his girlfriend Lilly.
I give all of them a hard time. Keeper, Smoky, Brick, Tatts… even Sniper, our MC president. They all are pussy whipped now. And I don’t let them forget it. I’m known as a player to most of them. But what they don’t realize is that I’m actually jealous of what they have. I look over at the twinkies and Iron and Brewer all playing pool. They’re laughing and having a good time and they all know that they are going to be going home satisfied tonight.
I could have that. All I’d have to do is nod at one of the twinkies and they would come to me, no questions asked, and no worries about a relationship tomorrow. But in the last several months, hell, let’s be honest, since my best friend, Willow, came back into town, well, I haven’t thought about getting easy pussy. Nope. I look over at Keeper as he steals a kiss from Lilly and look quickly away, not wanting to interrupt their moment. Nope, what I want is Willow, in my house, in my bed, in my life. I would gladly give up all the easy pussy for that.
As if thinking about her all the time isn’t enough, now I think I hear her too. When I keep hearing her, I turn toward the door and she’s stopped by Brewer who’s undoubtedly trying to charm his way into her pants. I laugh watching them. Yeah, my pulse starts to race thinking about another man with my Willow, but the problem with that is, Willow can undoubtedly take care of herself.
She sees me from across the room and waves. I start to get up, thinking she might in fact need my help, but she shakes her head. I turn completely around in my stool to watch the action go down. She brushes her hair off her shoulder as she laughs at something Brewer is saying. The smile on her face is not her trademark smile; no, this is the one that says “I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but if you come any closer, I’m going to” smile.
I would feel pity for Brewer, knowing what’s coming, but I don’t. He of all the men here can take it. Plus, he’s been warned to stay away from Willow. However, his argument was if I’m not going to claim her, then I can’t hide her. It’s the truth too, I know it, but I don’t have to like it.
I watch her face right before she goes in for the kill. I know it’s coming, but by the rigid way Brewer is standing, he wasn’t expecting it.
When the twinkies and Iron start laughing, I know that Willow just delivered a good one. I can see Brewer’s shoulders shake and she one-arm hugs him before walking away. I’m sure Iron is busting his balls about whatever it is that Willow said to him, but I’m not watching them. No, I’m watching Willow in her short skirt and tall boots strut toward me. Her wide hips shimmy and shake the whole way. I almost kick myself, knowing I shouldn’t be eye-fucking my best friend this way, but also knowing that I’m nowhere near dead. And you’d have to be dead without a pulse to not notice the magnificence of Willow.
I pull out the stool next to me and she slides onto it. Her skirt hikes up and the creamy skin of her thick thighs draws my attention and I can’t look away. “Ugh, too short, I know. I put on a little weight and everything is too short these days.” She laughs self consciously.
I drag my eyes away from her legs and up to her eyes. She’s looking at me with a weird look on her face and I know that I’ve been caught staring. I flush and look away.
“Okay…. Well, Keeper, can I get a shot of Tequila?”
My head whips around so fast I almost give myself whiplash. “Tequila?” I ask her loudly.
She just shrugs her shoulders. “Yep.”
Willow and I met when I was home on leave and she was in college. We were both at a local bar burning off steam and ended up getting drunk together. I’ve often thought about what might have happened between us if we hadn’t got so drunk that first night we passed out. We woke up the next morning both sick and hungover. Since that day, we’ve been best friends. She wrote me letters while I was in the service, I go to all the big events in her life and even when I came back from being stationed overseas for years, left the life I thought I had and joined the MC, she still stuck by me.