Hearts On Fire: A Biker Erotic Romance - Plot & Excerpts
He cut the engine. He sat on the bike, as he listened to the engine tick as it cooled. He was trying to gather himself. It was all wrong. All backwards and upside-down. Annie was right. It was just a Friday night. He went out looking for pussy, found some pussy, and had the pussy. Then, it was Saturday morning. Time for new pussy. It had been that way for a long time. Years in fact. He didn't want new pussy though. Getting off the bike, he walked into the tavern and looked around. He didn't see anyone he recognized, except Eric behind the bar. This was a good thing. He didn't really come here to socialize, he came to drink. And by drink, he meant sit at the bar, glass in hand, and get into some serious sulking. He looked longingly into the spiced rum in his hand. He wished it really did ease pain or contain answers. Either would be worth any amount of money, right now. It was now Sunday morning, just after ten o'clock.
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