Forced To Ride (Black Thunder MC Biker Erotica)

Angie is a messenger who finds herself handling more packages than she bargained for in the dusty town of San Azucar. What should be a routine stopover in a quiet backwater turns into a bruising encounter with the Black Thunder Motorclub. These men don't take no for an answer, and they certainly won't let a new girl stay in their town without paying respect to them. How long will Angie last before she crumbles beneath the raw hunger of these rough, defiant men?

Excerpt: Bronco spoke up again. "I don't know if she can afford our rates, she's doesn't look like she's got a lot on her." I felt insulted then I remembered that I didn't really want their hands all over me!

"I agree with Bronco. I think I should just skip on out of here and let you gentlemen get on with your usual business."

My head jerked to the left, pulling me up off my seat. I was forced to look at Ramon and Bronco as Hunter spoke. I could also see Jackson's face pulled in a tight grimace. He threw his rag down on the countertop and went into some back room. When I heard the lock slam shut, I couldn't help but feel my fate had been sealed shut as well.

"Hey boys, she called us gentlemen!" "No one has ever made that mistake." His breath was hot and wet in my ear. He lowered his voice. "Your friend Jackson there left. He knows what we are. I bet he tried to tell you bout us; fuckin' cockblocker."

I winced as he gripped my hair tighter. "Looks like we got the bar to ourselves boys. I think we can now properly discuss 'payment'."