Fender (Book 2): Blacktop Chaos MC, #2

By Sophia Gray

This is book 2 of the Blacktop Chaos MC series! Book 3 is available everywhere now!

They took her from me. I'll fight like hell to get her back.

It was forbidden from the start.

But I couldn't live without her.

They tore us apart and threw me into exile.

Now, the time has come to fight for what's mine.

FENDER

I'm not supposed to lay a finger on her.

But having her near me, every hour of every day?

No man is that much of a saint.

It was only a matter of time before I made her mine.

I stroke that curvaceous little body and I make her gasp and moan and scream as I claim her.

I don't regret what I've done.

But then her father finds out, and throws me to the wolves.

Without me, she's unprotected. Vulnerable. Endangered.

I vowed to guard Vivian with my life.

And that's exactly what I'm going to do.

But sometimes I wonder if I'm really her protector…

…or if I'm the man who will be her downfall.

VIVIAN

As the leader of the Blacktop Chaos Motorcycle Club, my father is a powerful man.

No one dares defy him.

But then an unknown enemy attacks me, and all bets are off.

My father names Fender—the one man I've sworn to avoid—as my bodyguard and my protector.

Fender is relentless, as he gazes at me with those dark blue eyes.

I'm no match for his raw masculinity. For the power he exudes.

It goes against every rule in the book when Fender claims me, marks me, takes my very soul.

It's pure ecstasy.

But when my father discovers our sins, Fender is banished.

Leaving me alone…

And taking my last chance at happiness with him.

Can I risk everything to fight for the man I love?

***

FENDER is a dark romance with sex MC romance series about a love that was never meant to be. Fender and Vivian are polar opposites, but opposites attract in this new adult contemporary romance about an alpha male biker and the woman he is sworn to love and protect. Their passion makes this motorcycle club romance book one worth reading right now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sopris Page Press
• Release date: Oct 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393812760

Book preview

Fender: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Blacktop Chaos MC Book 2)

By Sophia Gray

They took her from me. I’ll fight like hell to get her back.

IT WAS FORBIDDEN FROM the start.

But I couldn’t live without her.

They tore us apart and threw me into exile.

Now, the time has come to fight for what’s mine.

FENDER

I’m not supposed to lay a finger on her.

But having her near me, every hour of every day?

No man is that much of a saint.

It was only a matter of time before I made her mine.

I stroke that curvaceous little body and I make her gasp and moan and scream as I claim her.

I don’t regret what I’ve done.

But then her father finds out, and throws me to the wolves.

Without me, she’s unprotected. Vulnerable. Endangered.

I vowed to guard Vivian with my life.

And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

But sometimes I wonder if I’m really her protector...

...or if I’m the man who will be her downfall.

VIVIAN

As the leader of the Blacktop Chaos Motorcycle Club, my father is a powerful man.

No one dares defy him.

But then an unknown enemy attacks me, and all bets are off.

My father names Fender—the one man I’ve sworn to avoid—as my bodyguard and my protector.

Fender is relentless, as he gazes at me with those dark blue eyes.

I’m no match for his raw masculinity. For the power he exudes.

It goes against every rule in the book when Fender claims me, marks me, takes my very soul.

It’s pure ecstasy.

But when my father discovers our sins, Fender is banished.

Leaving me alone...

And taking my last chance at happiness with him.

Can I risk everything to fight for the man I love?

FENDER IS A DARK ROMANCE with sex MC romance series about a love that was never meant to be. Fender and Vivian are polar opposites, but opposites attract in this new adult contemporary romance about an alpha male biker and the woman he is sworn to love and protect. Their passion makes this motorcycle club romance book one worth reading right now!

Chapter 1

Vivian

I’ve just been fucked to death by the man I love.

I’ve let Fender Lockhart claim my very soul.

What have I done?

What’s truly horrible is, I don’t regret it.

I can’t.

I have no idea what my father will do to Fender and me if he finds out. So in no way can he ever, ever find out.

Fender’s taking me back to my apartment to get some more things. I need a few more of my textbooks and some new clothes.

I’m riding on the back of Fender’s bike. It feels like all the world has melted away and it’s just he and I and a winding road.

When we arrive, he stops and parks his bike in the apartment parking lot, then leans against the building.

I’ll be here, he says.

Lindsay is in the apartment when I get in there. She pauses, putting her hands on her hips as she whirls around to face me. I haven’t been gone for long, but it somehow feels like years since I was last inside my apartment.

How’s it going? she asks, a worried look on her face.

Okay. The club is still trying to figure out the perpetrator.

Is Fender still with you?

Yes, he is.

Good.

I pause. Linds, do you think Fender is attractive?

I think he’s drop-dead gorgeous. And I’m so glad he’s with you. I feel like you’re safe and in good hands.

Thanks, Lindsay. I smile shyly at her. I have a little secret. Do you know what happens to be in the hideout?

No, what?

Try to guess.

Hmmm, let me think. I have no idea, Viv.

A stripper pole.

Her eyes light up and her smile is wider than the Grand Canyon. Yes, oh yes. Trust me, Viv, it’s easy. You just a pick a song you really love that makes you want to move and let your body do the rest. Pretend you’re on a stage and Fender is the only person in the audience. Let your body move for him.

When we get back to the hideout, I turn to face Fender.

I’m going to change really quickly, I say.

Alright.

In the bedroom, my hands are trembling. I strip quickly into a black lace bra and panties and cover myself with a black silk robe I’ve had for a long time. It’s short—even though I’m not very tall, the hem skims my upper thighs and makes me look racy and daring.

Fender’s sitting on the couch when I emerge from the bedroom. He looks at me, and I can see the lust and surprise in his eyes.

I wanted to show you something, I tell him.

I walk over to the jukebox and turn it on. I only have to think for a minute. I’m not surprised that the box has the CD I’m looking for.

Soon the familiar opening bass line of the only metal song I’ve ever loved eases hard and smooth from the speakers. I turn to Fender, walk up to the pole, and begin to move tentatively.

I steal a look at Fender’s face. He’s sits there, frozen, his face a mask of raw, open lust.

And his face, so chiseled, so aquiline, so beautiful....Something in me aches and burns as I dance for him.

His eyes pierce straight through mine. He is watching me intently.

He wants me.

And something takes over me. The steady beat of the song becomes synchronous with the emotions I am having. My body is under the spell of the music. I let go and close my eyes, imagining Fender above me again, harshly spreading my legs and pushing himself into me, pummeling me deep to the hypnotic rhythm of the song.

I love the feeling of being semi-naked and exposed to Fender. I lift my arms above my head, pushing out my aching breasts, imagining him moving wetly and tightly inside me, spreading my legs more for him and swaying my hips to the beat. I cannot break eye contact. I’m hot and fevered and moist. Something in me presses my body down as I sway, sinking lower and lower to the ground, ultimately squatting on my hands and knees and gyrating for him as if I am about to lean in and begin sucking his cock.

I raise myself up at the exact moment of the finishing chords. But I don’t stop.

I notice I’m squeezing my thighs together as firmly as possible, savoring the warm pulse of lust coursing through my aching breasts and sex.

Finger me, please, Fender, I think. I beg you. I put a finger inside me, then two, pretending he’s sliding in and out of my tight, wet sex.

I’m so close to orgasm that I can barely move. My head falls back and my toes dig into the carpet. But it’s not enough. It will never be enough until it is actually Fender who pleasures me, who moves deep inside me and makes me cry out his name.

Fender stands up and approaches me. He takes my head and leans it to the side. His mouth begins to trail a scattering of wet kisses upon it. I feel the shivers along my neck.

Fender, I think in longing. You have owned every part of me since the day I first saw you.

Tell me, Fender says into my ear. In the past, how did you masturbate when you thought of me?

The tears brim behind my eyes. And that’s when I start to get angry.

Admit it, he presses on. You always wanted me. You wanted me above and beneath you, pushing deep inside your pussy. Pounding you hard with my cock. Tasting that sweet dripping pussy beneath my tongue.

I square my shoulders at him. You are so full of shit. I don’t want you, you bastard. I have never wanted you. Who the fuck do you think you are?

His eyes grow hard