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  L.C. Dean BUNDLE

  Sturgis Rally Riders Series

  Featuring…

  Runaway Virgin

  Whipped Puppy

  Public Adoration

  Beautiful Ink

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  L.C. Dean BUNDLE

  Sturgis Rally Rider Series

  Copyright 2013 by L.C. Dean

  ISBN: 978-1-61333-487-4

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  Runaway Virgin

  The outdoor bar, open only for the Sturgis Motorcycle Classic, swarmed with people from all over the country. Rock music pounded and sexy girls in bits of nothing danced on small platforms scattered both inside and out. Idiots with more money than sense did burnouts in the pit. Thick, acrid smoke from wasted tires clouded the area to the right.

  Grant Larson scanned the packed place seeking the shortest line to a beer in the relatively clear area to the left. All of the counters were stacked at least six people deep per bartender. The makeshift bar just outside the overhang was the worst, although the customers appeared to be getting served faster than most.

  There had to be some sort of attraction that pulled people in that direction. Since getting a beer anytime soon wasn’t an option, he headed toward the predominately male bikers in the corner to find out the draw. Two half-naked girls, neither older than twenty-five, worked the crowd with amazing speed and style. The smaller one, dressed in a sexed-up Catholic school uniform right down to a braid behind each ear, flirted and took orders. The busty chick behind her, in nothing but a bikini top and too tight shorts, snatched beverages from a giant aluminum tank, opened the pop-tops, and handed them off to the first bartender as she accepted payment, pocketed a steady stream of tips, and moved on to the next lucky bastard in line.

  They were something to watch. Each gesture, swing, or sway designed to flaunt their supple young tits and hot asses. The school uniform, complete with plaid skirt, white blouse, and knee-high fuck-me socks might be every pervert’s wet dream, but it did nothing for him. The body inside it, though, called his dick to attention. The short skirt barely covered a high, rounded ass, and small breasts curved temptingly into the low slit of her tied-up top. He was probably at least a decade older, but his mouth watered at the thought of tasting her perfect rack. And that spandex-covered ass, peeking at him whenever she danced from one end of the counter to the other, jerked his cock like a divining rod to a hidden spring. Standing in line, he studied her, the way she moved, so innocent and seductive. It had to be an act, a way to get more tips, but it worked.

  He waited patiently as she flirted with each man ahead of him, working her way down the bar. When she reached the far end, she spun back to begin again. With a wink, she deliberately flipped her skirt, flashing her tight, fuckable ass, and his dick nudged his zipper, a randy stallion pawing to get at a beautiful filly. He wanted to reach over the bar and spank her for teasing the other men, but it wouldn’t stop her. She’d just have management throw him out.

  With a sexy grin that conjured images of her pretty lips locked around his cock, she stopped in front of him. “Hey there, hot stuff. What can I get you?”

  You—naked and willing on my bed. “Give me a Heineken.” He deliberately asked for something she didn’t have so she’d stay with him a moment longer.

  “Sorry.” Pointing to the sign behind her, she shook her head. “Only what’s on the list here. They have others inside.”

  He leaned over the bar as if he couldn’t see the lettering, and she turned to read it with him. While she rattled off the short lineup of domestics, he inhaled her scent. Some sort of fruity lotion or shampoo and the sexiest hint of female sweat. His cock swelled further. She would smell like that as he rode her, sweet and hot. He ordered, though until she put the can in his hand, he wasn’t sure what he’d asked for, and then his turn was over and someone shoved him away to take his place.

  Stepping aside, Grant watched her as he drank the icy beer. He wanted her, but the bar owner was pretty protective of the girls working there. Nothing the women didn’t want, and no selling anything beyond beer, liquor, and cigars. It was a guarantee the vision behind the counter wouldn’t offer a rousing fuck for a buck, as much as he might wish otherwise. He adjusted himself just as her gaze darted his way and he groaned, pissing away the chances of convincing her he was anything beyond a dirty old man in one crass move.

  Neva Falk tried not to study the gorgeous biker leaning against a nearby post. He stood well over six foot, exceeding her brother Danny’s six-four stature without a problem. Most of the men she waited on had potbellies. But not the smokin’ hot guy whose dark eyes followed her every move. Thick chest muscles bulged and a flat stomach rippled beneath his black T-shirt. When he’d leaned over the bar, he smelled clean and manly, and her panties dampened. He stared as if he wanted to eat her alive, and her body screamed, yes please.

  That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it? For the first time in your life, your watchdogs are halfway across the nation. She shook off a shiver of desire and popped the top on a can of Coors for the guy standing at the bar. No one knew her in Sturgis, South Dakota, so no one would rat her out if she broke a few rules. None of the cops Daddy trained, or well-meaning rookies to squeal about my every move, and no overprotective brothers to guard my virtue like hawks.

  “Hey, Neva, can you handle things for a minute? We’re out of Bud, and the ice is running low. I’m gonna run a quick inventory and then go find someone to restock.”

  Tearing her eyes from the hottie, she nodded. “Sure thing, Candy.” She handed the customer his change, pocketed the dollar he offered with a smile of thanks, and glanced back toward the man she wanted to take her virginity. He tipped the last of his beer into his mouth, and his strong throat stretched as he swallowed.

  “Give me a Miller.”

  With a nod to the next customer in line, she spun to dig in the icy bath for the beer, then grabbed a second and touched it to Candice’s side as she started from their small booth. “Hey, do me a favor and give this to the sexy guy by the post. My treat.”

  Candy lifted an eyebrow and looked over Neva’s shoulder. “Tall, thick, and slightly gray by the ears?”

  “That’s him.”

  “You got it. Any message?”

  “Yeah, tell him my shift’s over at two if he wants to give me a ride.”

  “Hey now, come on with that beer!”

  Whirling around to make sure the guys at the bar got a good look at her ass, she winked at the impatient biker with the slow drawl. “Sorry, sweetie. Here you go.” She stood on tiptoe and brushed a fleeting kiss over his cheekbone to add a bit more false
southern charm to match his accent as she took his ten and gave him five singles. “Good things come to those who wait, darlin’.”

  He handed her back two ones and a cheesy smile for his inconvenience. “That’s all right, hon.”

  ***

  The first official day of the rally was insane and everyone warned her it would get worse. She’d worked the week prior to a steady stream of customers, but the rally opener proved to be a different breed of cat. The crowd swelled from comfortable to packed. Even though their corner bar sat outside the roofed enclosure, the air barely moved, making the August heat unbearable. Once the sun went down, though, the temperature dropped dramatically so the radiant heat from the crowd actually felt good.

  The head bouncer slapped the counter top and pointed under the overhang. “Sorry, guys. This bar’s closed in ten minutes. If you don’t want to stand in line for nothing, you might want to head inside.” He reached up and shut off the neon “open” sign. “You girls finish up with the next couple lines and then call it a night.”

  Neva rubbed her aching back and nodded. “Thanks, Carl.”

  As soon as the last customer had been served, she wiped down the bar top as her partner locked the covers in place over the ice tanks. Thank heavens she didn’t have to come in until two the next day.

  Candice flopped on a stool beside her. “God, what a day.”

  “No shit. I’m so tired I could fall asleep standing up.”

  A man cleared his throat.

  “Sorry, we’re clos—” The words caught in her throat. The warmest brown eyes she’d ever seen stared at her. In an instant fatigue faded and desire rose. The memory of the double entendre she’d sent him shot blood to her cheeks and heat between her legs.

  “So are you up for that ride or are you going straight to bed?”

  “I-I….” She swallowed hard and tried again. “I have to count the till and divide tips.”

  “Okay. Ten minutes?”

  “Make it twenty.”

  “All right.” He reached across the counter and stroked his fingertips down her cheek. “Hurry, pretty one.”

  She could only nod as he grinned and walked away.

  “Oh, my God! Are you really going with him?”

  Am I? He looked like sex on a plate with a side of make-me-come. “Hell, yes. Wouldn’t you?”

  Candy grabbed their pile of tips and started counting while she scowled. “You don’t know him. He could be an ax murderer for all you know.” When Neva said nothing, her friend sighed. “Take him back to our tent instead. That way if you scream, I can grab Carl and come running.”

  “No.” She smiled and fought down the butterflies in her stomach. “I’ll be fine. No one could look that good and be dangerous.”

  “Wanna bet? You told me yourself you’ve never been with a man. How the hell are you supposed to think with your head, not your hormones?”

  Neva grabbed her roommate in a tight hug. “Stop worrying, Momma Bear. I grew up with four brothers and a police chief father. They taught me every self-defense move out there. I’ve got this.”

  “Fine, but remind him I’ve seen his face. I can describe him to the police if you turn up in a ditch somewhere.”

  “Fair enough. Now, help me get done so I can run through the shower before he gets back.”

  ***

  The dark parking lot was practically empty by the time he and the sexy bartender left. He’d come late enough that he’d had to park near the entrance, between a rickety fence and a scrub tree. As she walked beside him, rushing to match his stride with her shorter legs, Grant struggled not to throw the hot little number over his shoulder and run to his bike. She’d slipped away to throw on jeans and a T-shirt before she’d come to find him, but her hair still hung in braids, and useless flowered flip-flops adorned her feet. Normally such impracticality on a motorcycle would have annoyed him, but with her he could only think of one word: hot.

  Beside his Harley, he dug his jacket from the saddlebag and tossed it to her. “Here. You’ll freeze without a coat.”

  She slipped it on. “What about you?”

  He zipped his leather vest and shrugged. “I’ll be warm enough.” Swinging onto the bike, he waited until she climbed on behind him, then reached back and lifted her ankles into his lap.

  With a squeal, she pressed forward and wrapped her arms around him for balance. An unforeseen bonus.

  With a pat on her leg, he looked over his shoulder. “You’ll melt those flimsy shoes on my pipes.”

  She didn’t respond, just nodded. Had she lost her nerve? Turning far enough to grab her waist, he swept her around to sit on the bike’s gas tank and face him. Her big eyes rounded, and she clutched his arms as if he’d let her fall. A laugh burst from her and he chuckled along.

  “Before we take off, couple questions. What’s your name?”

  “Neva.”

  “Gorgeous.” It fit her somehow. He leaned forward and brushed a kiss over her glossy lips. “Now, tell me the truth. Are you nervous? I can walk you to wherever you’re crashing if you’d rather.”

  The doubt left her face and she scooted closer. “I wouldn’t rather, but I would like to know what to call you.”

  “Grant will do.”

  The earthy scent of leather and man filled the space between them, and her pussy clenched and released in anticipation. “So are we going for that ride, Grant?”

  “In a minute.”

  He stood and looked over her shoulder into the darkness. She turned to see what he was searching for. A few security lights shone near the main building, but mostly the place was deserted. In fact, she wasn’t sure they’d be able to get out. Was the entrance gate locked at night? She couldn’t remember.

  “Neva?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Looks like we’re all alone, and I’ve been waiting a very long time to taste you. Up for allowing me a pre-ride snack to tide me over?”

  A laugh burst from her throat before she could swallow it down, but he sounded so earnest she couldn’t resist teasing him. “Depends.”

  A thick eyebrow arched. “On what?”

  “On whether you’re a vampire or something.”

  Grant chuckled and stole a kiss that curled her toes and left her clinging to him. “How about if I’m just a horny bastard?”

  “That’s all right then.”

  He shifted her so quickly she screamed and clutched his shoulders when he laid her back against his tank. “Hold onto the bars real tight, pretty one.”

  Before she could fully process what he intended to do, he’d stripped off her jeans and underwear, baring her to the cool night air. She shivered from the heat in his steady gaze. Her heart rate increased until he had to hear its thump as he slid back onto the passenger seat and hooked her legs over his shoulders. The awkward position put her pussy near his mouth, and he inhaled with a guttural groan.

  She had no real idea what to expect, but if he changed his mind she’d die. The speedometer dug almost painfully between her shoulder blades, and the cold handlebars chilled her sweaty palms. He crossed the final few inches between them and slowly licked on either side of her slit, working upward to nibble and play with the thin landing strip she’d left the last time she had a wax. When the tip of his tongue poked past her hood to prod her shy clit, she clenched her legs. A bolt of raw desire burned in her veins and thundered through her head. With a gasp she wiggled to escape his intimate kiss.

  “Easy, now. Just relax.”

  She tipped her head back and let him have his way. A gentle breeze teased goose bumps over her naked thighs, and the endless blanket of stars winked overhead.

  He savored her, each swipe of his tongue a wet, unhurried caress. Long fingers dug into her ass cheeks as he nuzzled her toward nirvana. “God, you taste so fucking good, Neva.”

  Oh, shit! No wonder Daddy and the boys kept me away from men! Every lick twisted through her in a heady rush that masturbation could never imitate.

  He fingered
her, slowly thrusting in and out of her untutored, eager slit. He stretched her, adding a second finger, pressing deep, twisting, then sliding out with aching slowness.

  Heat blazed higher with each invading stroke. “Yes…like that…. Oh…oh—”

  Adjusting her again, he focused on her clit, sucking, nipping, then soothing with a gentle flick until the sky disappeared and only the sound of her rapid breathing penetrated the magic he wove. She trembled or the brink of orgasm, captive to the delicious demands of his mouth.

  Long fingers shoved inside her, hitting some hidden trigger that shot her skyward to hover among the stars. The world spun around her as her pussy clenched and quivered.

  Still, he continued his relentless assault with a satisfied growl. “That’s right. So fucking hot. Come for me, baby.”

  His lips closed over her nub again, and he sucked hard, launching her to heaven once more. Her lungs constricted and her muscles tensed, leaving her gasping and pleading for him not to stop. Tears trickled down her face as she shuddered in his arms. He blew gently across her pulsing core until she dropped down in a trembling mess, unable to do more than quiver helplessly while the remnants of release washed over her.

  His satisfied murmurs soothed her as he lowered her legs and cradled her against his solid chest. “Shhh, that’s it. I’ve got you.”

  She couldn’t catch her breath. Aftershocks rocked her. She curled her fingers into his leather vest and clung to the stranger who made her feel safe, sexy, and grown-up at last.

  ***

  A guard patrolling near the gate let them out of the bar parking lot. The ride to his hotel took less than twenty minutes, but to Grant, it felt like hours. She’d snuggled against his back, too trusting of a stranger to have much experience. Everything about the girl read too innocent, and his protective instinct rose to high alert.