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    Dragon Rebel: A Rebel Dragons Motorcycle Club Romance, #1
    Dragon Rebel: A Rebel Dragons Motorcycle Club Romance, #1
    Dragon Rebel: A Rebel Dragons Motorcycle Club Romance, #1
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    Dragon Rebel: A Rebel Dragons Motorcycle Club Romance, #1

    By Ava Catori

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    He scares me. He’s got history. A biker with a violent past. I need to stay away.

    Why can’t I stop thinking about him? His raw grit and power pull me in like a magnet. I can’t stop staring at his massive, hard body. I’m drawn in like a fish to a baited hook. His confidence consumes me. One lonely night, I finally gave in. Now he fills my every fantasy, but he’s the poison that will kill me. God help me, I’m wearing down.

    She’s mine. She just doesn’t know it yet. She lit a fire inside of me.

    I’m going to capture her heart and soul. She’ll beg me not to let go. I’ll do whatever it takes, and I won’t stop until she’s in my arms where she belongs. I’ll make her understand there’s only one choice, and I won’t be denied. There’s nowhere to run that I won’t find her. She’s mine.

    She’s a single mom. He’s been in trouble more times than most. Can this oil and water couple find their way to happiness? Grab this engaging motorcycle club romance and get swept up into Yukon’s world.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAva Catori Books
    Release dateDec 23, 2016
    ISBN9781386989417
    Dragon Rebel: A Rebel Dragons Motorcycle Club Romance, #1

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      Dragon Rebel - Ava Catori

      Chapter 1

      Stacy’s ass was at the edge of the pool table. Her body sprawled across the felt. Her pale, white thighs were spread wide open and held in place, while Buzz pounded into her sopping, wet hole.

      Each thrust filled the air with the slap of his balls against her skin. In front of a clubhouse full of guys, Buzz pushed harder. Stacy’s body jerked in response, and with a tug of her thighs, he pulled her back to him. If he had time, he’d shove his fingers in her ass and gape her asshole wide, but he was too close to losing his load. He’d finger fuck her ass another time.

      Plow the bitch, Bronx shouted as he watched the scene play out before him.

      Buzz drove deep and fast, demanding she squeeze him tight and call out his name.

      Stacy pulled her nipples hard and moaned Buzz’s name. Her head rolled to the side as wicked, lustful groans bubbled out of her mouth. Fuck yeah, now this was a ride.

      Buzz pumped harder. He released one leg and worked her clit with his thumb. He knew she was close. He held out as long as he could.

      She loved an audience. Stacy buckled and bucked like a bronco. Yes! Do it. Fuck me harder.

      Fish, one of the motorcycle club members, stood on his chair and chanted. Ruin her fat, wet pussy. Make her your bitch.

      It was time. Buzz pushed with everything he had, his thighs working hard. Stacy screamed out and clenched her thighs around him like a vice. Her voice cracked and gave way to panting. Oh shit...shit...shit...

      Buzz let out a deep grunt and let go of his control. He gripped the edge of the pool table as he shot his load. Damn! She was worth the fuck; still tighter than most of the hoes they played with, even though redheads weren’t usually his thing. Either way, her tits were nice, bounced in a perfect rhythm, and he’d eagerly fuck her again. Buzz pulled his dick out of her wet pussy and ripped off his condom. Sure, he’d fuck the bitch, but who knew what bullshit disease she was carrying. He was no fool.

      Me next, Trapper said, standing up and undoing his belt. Blow me, bitch.

      The boys cheered them on.

      ***

      After hanging at the club, Yukon and Doc made their way outside. Neither was much of a talker, but the comradeship was nice. Revving up their Harley’s, Docs climbed onto his Road Glide. His old lady, Gypsy, was waiting on him. Normally, she came around the club, but she had other plans that day. Yukon mounted his Fat Boy and hit the road with Doc. They both went the same path until the highway, where they split off and went their own direction.

      A shrill screech echoed in front of them. There was a squeal, a slam, and then a thud.

      A high-pitched woman’s shriek shattered the air, her pain authentic.

      They were five or six car lengths behind the scene.

      At once, the blue car involved took off. As soon as Doc and Yukon saw what happened, they were on it.

      You go after the car, Doc yelled.

      Yukon nodded and gunned his bike, accelerating hard. He tore up the road and followed the blue sedan as it took off and ripped around the corner. No fucking way. Yukon was on him.

      Doc stopped to help. A small child was crumpled on the ground like a wad of balled up newspaper. His mother wailed beside him, bent over and screaming for help.

      Doc scooped him up and directed the woman to her van. Come on, let’s get him to the hospital.

      The woman nodded in panic, frozen. Normally, she was a quick thinker, on her feet, ready to face things head on, but when it came to her son – time stopped. She could barely form a thought. She stared and followed the man to her van.

      Doc grabbed the keys from her hand. It looked like they were just about to go somewhere when her son ran out into the street. Sit in the back with him, I’ll drive.

      Kate’s son was breathing, but broken. She held him close, singing a soft lullaby to soothe herself as much as him. He stared up at his mother, but seemed unaware of anything around him. The shock encased him like bubble wrap. When his pain receptors finally kicked in, the wailing started. Aware of the new sensations, the small child cried for relief.

      Doc gunned the van, getting there as fast as he could. There was no time to call for an ambulance. At the emergency room, Kate and her son were rushed back to triage. Doc refused to leave and settled into the waiting room. He’d stay and hold vigil until he got any news, either way.

      ***

      Yukon trailed the car until it finally stopped. It tried to outmaneuver him, but it was no use. Yukon stuck to him like glue.

      Finally, the car hit his brakes and pulled over. The biker wasn’t letting up. He jumped out and gruffly yelled at the man, trying not to notice Yukon towered over him. Jackass, what’s your fucking problem? Stop following me. It’s not my fault, the kid ran into the road. Back off.

      You take off like a fucking coward, not even checking if he’s okay? What kind of man are you? He pulled a mag light from a holster on the side of his belt and smashed the man’s windows, not giving a rat’s ass who saw him doing it.

      Whoa, what the...stop, stop, I’m sorry, okay? He threw a temper tantrum next to his car.

      Fuck you, Yukon answered before pummeling the man’s face with his fist. Go fuck yourself, then get your ass over to the police station, or your face is going to look like your god damn windows. I’ve got your fucking tag. You go now, or I’ll hunt you down and make you sorry you’re alive. You’ll beg me to kill you if you take that route.

      Shit, fine. He reached up to wipe away the blood running from his nose.

      Now, you piece of shit. What are you waiting for? Yukon growled.

      A cop drove by, then kept on driving. Yukon waved as a fuck you to the hit and run driver. Half of them are in my fucking pocket. You won’t win.

      The beaten man asked permission to leave so he could go to the police station. Yukon nodded, then followed him to make sure he went inside. Getting off of his bike, he escorted the driver into the building.

      The man scowled like a small child. He was ready to throw the mess onto Yukon, then thought better of it.

      At the front counter, Yukon

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