Torque Morrison is a biker without roots—a Nomad—and he likes it that way. The pierced and tattooed member of the Death’s Door MC is a bad boy who’s lived hard and stayed away from what he really wants…the curvy Delilah.
And staying away from what’s forbidden has been the hardest thing he’s ever done.
Delilah Stringer was the daughter of the Death’s Door MC president, and she wasn’t a shrinking violet. The outlaws she grew up around may be crude and nasty, but they’re also protective, and they’d never approve of her being with a fellow Patch.
But Torque is the only man she’s ever wanted.
And then he’s back in town, and one drunken night leads to her giving him her virginity.
Torque finally claims Delilah. She’s his in all ways. He isn’t about to walk away from her, no matter who he has to go up against to make that known.
Warning: A fast, filthy story that leaves nothing to the imagination is just a page away. It’s unbelievable, and it might even be a little ridiculous, but it hits the spot in all the right ways.
READER NOTE: This was previously published under the title Ridin' Her Rough. It has since been re-edited and revised.
Delilah Stringer knows what she wants growing up a biker's daughter she's had to be tough. She knows that no matter who she wants to date that the club will protect her and the boy's will run scared. Since she was young only one man has ever given her heart a run for it's money, but he's a Nomad and off limits. Torque Morrison is nobody you want to mess around with he will chew you up and spit you out without thinking twice about it. He does want he wants, when he wants, and who he wants, well that's not true, because he doesn't always get what he wants. After years of being gone Torques is back at Death's Door MC for a delivery and this time he's not only there for a stop, but to claim the one thing he has always wanted, but she has no idea Delilah. But will the club allow it? And what happens when the Prez finds out?
Her tongue felt swollen, as did the rest of her body. Her clit throbbed, and her nipples were so hard she wouldn’t have been surprised if the damn things ripped through the thin material of her top. “I think you’re too drunk to know what you’re saying.” She needed to get out of this room right now or she’d be liable to do something that would most likely end up having her regret it in the morning.