Breakdown: Mojave Boys MC, #2

By Claire St. Rose

This is book 2 of the Mojave Boys MC series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

A man like me takes what he wants – and doesn't take no for an answer.

Maya is a jewel in this godforsaken desert.

Not to mention the finest piece of a$$ I've seen in a long time.

But she's not gonna be as easy to get in bed as my usual fare of dirty club girls.

She's a professional model who gives as good as she gets.

Fiery, feisty, and independent as hell, she says she isn't gonna let a cocky outlaw like me break her down.

But she doesn't know just how far I'm willing to go to get what I want.

I've made a career out of succeeding where no other man could.

And this frontier isn't gonna be any different.

Besides – Maya is in my world now.

This is Mojave Boys MC territory: a place where blood is cheap, where might makes right, where bullets fly fast and thick.

If she wants to make it out of here alive, she'll have to listen very, very carefully.

Because I'm only gonna say it once:

Tonight, baby…

You're coming home with me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Jul 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393903543

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Breakdown: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Mojave Boys MC Book 2)

By Claire St. Rose

A man like me takes what he wants – and doesn’t take no for an answer.

MAYA IS A JEWEL IN this godforsaken desert.

Not to mention the finest piece of a$$ I’ve seen in a long time.

But she’s not gonna be as easy to get in bed as my usual fare of dirty club girls.

She’s a professional model who gives as good as she gets.

Fiery, feisty, and independent as hell, she says she isn’t gonna let a cocky outlaw like me break her down.

But she doesn’t know just how far I’m willing to go to get what I want.

I’ve made a career out of succeeding where no other man could.

And this frontier isn’t gonna be any different.

Besides – Maya is in my world now.

This is Mojave Boys MC territory: a place where blood is cheap, where might makes right, where bullets fly fast and thick.

If she wants to make it out of here alive, she’ll have to listen very, very carefully.

Because I’m only gonna say it once:

Tonight, baby...

You’re coming home with me.

Chapter One 

Maya eyed Vance with interest. He was obviously completely out of his element and extremely uncomfortable on the private jet. Have you ever flown? she asked, wondering if it was just this particular jet or planes in general that turned him into a nervous wreck.

I’ve been on three planes and hated every one of them.

She snorted and gazed out the window beside her, looking at whatever distant point on the ground seemed to hold her interest. He sat across from her, facing her with the small table in between, and Maya considered whether it would help or make things worse if she moved into the seat next to him. He might see it as comfort, or he might see the action as pity and coddling. The latter wouldn’t receive a very good response.

Private flights are better than commercial flights, she prompted. You have lots of room to move around; it sits like a regular room; it’s faster; and it’s smoother. We rarely hit turbulence. And the rules about staying seated and wearing your seatbelt don’t matter nearly as much. In fact, if you want to take a nap, there’s a bed in the back room.

Vance’s head whipped around, and he locked eyes with her. Maya knew instantly what had sparked his interest, and she couldn’t blame him. Today had been hectic, even though they’d had a great time, and they had hardly touched each other or made a sexual remark. It was like going through withdrawals, and Maya’s body begged for his touch.

A bed, huh? he asked, his curiosity piqued. He rubbed the two days’ worth of stubble on his chin thoughtfully, as his eyes sparkled with mischief. What size is it?

Putting on a seductive grin, Maya leaned forward and told him, It’s a queen with a pillow top. It’s really comfortable. Let me show you. She stood and reached for his hand, and with a second’s hesitation as he stared at her outstretched fingers, he clasped them and let her lead the way.

Maya had only used the bedroom flying long distance on the way to Malaysia and again when she’d gone to Greece. She had another shoot in three or four months, when spring returned to New Zealand. She’d sleep then, too. Otherwise, no one had used the bed at all.

The linens were fresh, and the air blew cool in the room. The lights were dim, and Vance tensed visibly with excitement, the evidence of which was beginning to make quite the notable appearance at his crotch. Why don’t you lie down on your stomach, and I’ll give you a massage? she suggested in a suggestive tone.

He started to follow her orders, but Maya stopped him. A proper massage requires the removal of clothing, sweetheart. Strip. Now, there was command in her voice, and she could almost feel his mouth go dry with pent up desire. Her own anticipation grabbing at her, Maya knew this wasn’t going to be the long, sensual coupling she had planned when she brought Vance back here. It would be frantic and desperate, satisfying a deep need in both of them.

How in the course of less than two weeks they had become so connected and so desirous of each other, Maya couldn’t explain. And considering their mutual opinions on settling down, it really didn’t make sense.

However, her stomach and things lower in her gut growled with hunger as Vance stood unclad before her. She could have run her tongue up and down his body, over every last inch of it, and never grown tired of it. I think I’ve changed my mind, she told him, hearing the drop in pitch caused by her arousal. I want you on your back.

Then I’ll oblige, he agreed, lying back with his erection at full staff. God, he was gorgeous! Maya was suddenly grateful she hadn’t changed out of the sundress for the flight; it made shedding her clothes so much easier. She was on him like a snake that crept under the covers and slithered up his body with the ravenous hunger of not having eaten for days.

Vance caught her and drew her up to his mouth, devouring her like he hadn’t had a drink in weeks. She met his fervor and reached down to stroke him, wanting to be sure he was good and ready. Her patience had vanished, and Maya wanted him right now, as foreplay was thrown out the door. Without giving him a chance to protest or try something else, Maya impaled herself on his shaft, not stopping until she sheathed him completely. Her body shook, and Vance cried out, clenching his teeth as his body jerked. He fought the instinct to finish right then and there, and Maya delighted in the fact that she challenged his control. It was a heady feeling of power, and she began to rock on him before he managed to fully bring