Rear Ended (MMF Motorcycle Club Erotica)

By Violette Springs

What started as a joyride has turned into a nightmare. Although she’s unharmed, Angela has wrecked her father’s custom made Lamborghini through a rear end collision. Worse, her father will come home in two weeks and find out that she’s destroyed his prized position. The young woman can’t find a repair shop that can fix the car in time and keep it a secret. However, help arrives in the unlikeliest of forms; a motorcycle club known at Birds of a Feather will help her... for a price.

Led by Michael and Chase Swann, the motorcycle club operates just outside the law. When not participating in illegal underground street races, the Swann brothers run a tune-up shop for high performance cars and motorcycles. They’ll fix her car and keep it off the books. However, they want more than just money from the young woman. Each brother wants her body... and at the same time.

Worse, Angela wants the Swann brothers just as badly. The brothers are stud stallions and well-built as any high performance motorcycle. They share everything, including their prizes after every race or deal. It’ll be a three person collision of epic proportions.

EXPLICIT: This 8,100 word story contains graphic language and imagery such as hot, steamy sex scenes with two of the most devastatingly handsome bikers you’ll ever meet! This erotic story about a young woman’s decadent descend with two hot guys might be too hot to handle! All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

EXCERPT:
“It’s going to take quite a bit of dough getting the parts for your car on such short notice,” Chase began, eyeing my body. “But the lie will cost you extra.”

I knew what he meant. “That’s prostitution and I’m no call girl!”

Chase laughed as I sat upright. “You were negotiating like one when you got here. You said you would do anything. Well, you’re more like a client. Like you said, it’s a seller’s market.”

“That’s business,” Michael said coldly. “Now, you can either help both of us or you can let daddy find out what happened to his beloved Lamborghini.”

His words stung. All three of us knew I was in deep trouble unless I got the car fixed. I had no choice but to accept their demands.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Violette Springs
• Release date: Apr 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310461095

Violette Springs

Violette Springs is a semi-professional pool player who midnights as a writer of erotic and romantic fiction. She lives in the New England and enjoys long walks. When she isn't writing, she's sharpening her pool cue. She loves to hear from her fans. Contact her at: [e-mail]

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Rear Ended

By Violette Springs

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The characters featured in this story are fictional with no relation with any persons alive or dead. All sexual encounters depicted in this story are fictional. Please use proper protection and good judgment in your sexual encounters.

Rear Ended

By Violette Springs

It took me going from a Lamborghini to a two seat tow truck to realize how screwed I was. I had trashed my dad’s car on what should have been an innocent joyride. Sure, you’re going to get in trouble with your parents when you crash the family car. However, my dad was different, especially when it came to his car collection. And I had just trashed his crown jewel.

My dad ran our home like he did his office. Everything had to fit into his neat little timetable. I even had to answer him as ‘sir.’ It was no surprise that my mom packed her bags and started staying with her sister. She tried to take me with her but dad put his foot down.

I was so relieved when he went overseas for month due to his work. It gave me time to stretch my legs and have some fun. I didn’t plan on doing something crazy like inviting my friends over and having a wild party. Instead, I took one of my dad’s cars out for a joyride. I always wondered what the point was of having sports cars if you weren’t going to drive them.

Unfortunately, I had too much joy and crashed one of my dad’s Lamborghinis into a tree. No, I wasn’t driving under the influence. I just didn’t have much experience driving a super car in the middle of the night. Thankfully, I was fine and didn’t suffer any injuries. The tree and the car on the other hand would need some time to heal.

Riding home in a tow truck, I couldn’t help but let out a groan. Oh, my God, my life is over!

The tow truck driver laughed at my hyperbolic statement. You’re lucky you’re still in one piece, Ms. Andrews. How the hell did you drive backwards into a tree? It looks like you got rear-ended by a Mach truck.

Call me Angela, I grumbled, slumping to the side. I stared at side mirror which revealed my banged up ride. It was a grizzly sight. "So