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CONTENTS
Acknowledgments
MorningStar MC Members
Motorcycle Club terms:
Synopsis
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Epilogue
The END
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Abel: A MorningStar MC Novel
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First paperback edition July 2021.
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I love reading romance and erotica so much that I started coming up with mini-stories in my head years ago. They played in my mind more like action-packed movies with a ton of smut and a healthy dose of humor. I was lying around one Sunday morning during the roughest year of my 40+ years. I thought to myself, “What the hell is stopping you? You aren’t doing anything better with your time?”
So I grabbed my laptop and had twenty chapters done eight hours later. I quickly realized that with the right encouragement, some serious time management, and lots of grace, that the process of bringing my fantasy to the world was a lot quicker than I could have ever dreamed.
With that said, I could not have gotten through this crazy “Becoming a published writer” deal without LOTS of help.
To my betas, your input was the key to getting my story perfect, editing my crazy typos, and fixing my lack of common English knowledge!
To my husband, who wanted to strangle me more than half the time (I’m SURE), I love you more than these books. Remember that when you're spending my book money ;) Thank you for bringing my cover art to life.
To my Author Guardian Angel!! Ms. Marie James, you are a rockstar. Thank you for all the advice and, most of all, your friendship.
To my friends, new and old, thank you for supporting me. If you keep loving my work, I promise to keep on writing it. Here’s to never disappointing myself or my fans.
Cheers <3
For the ladies that encouraged me, the people who believed in me, and my husband who put up with all of us. The love and support through this process make me just crazy enough to finish this series! I am blessed to have you as my family. I love you all with all my ass, ‘cause it’s bigger than my heart.
MORNINGSTAR MC MEMBERS
Sebastian “Satan” Cole
Founder and President, Owner of MorningStar INC.
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Abel “Cannibal” Brooks
Vice President and Cybersecurity expert of MorningStar INC. Founder and operator of Dahlia Initiative.
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Dylan “Sunshine” (Cole) Brooks
Daughter of Satan and Dahlia, twin of Dorian Cole.
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Dorian “Pinky” Cole
Daughter of Satan and Dahlia, twin of Dylan Cole
Sergeant at Arms and owner of Eat Me Strip Club.
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Cane “Phoenix” Brooks
Brother of Abel Brooks
Road Captain and Paradise Fire Marshal.
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Cody “Doc” MacMasters
Club medic and owner of Pandemonium Nightclub.
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Finnegan “Wrench” Hamilton
Club mechanic and owner of Wreckers Automotive.
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Asher “Bear” Santiago
Club enforcer and owner of Hibernation Station Hotel and Rental Properties.
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Tobias “Chaos” Deacon
Satan and Dahlia’s nephew, cousin of Dylan and Dorian Cole
Club enforcer and owner of HAVOC Gym.
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Benedict “Eagle” Fitzgerald
Godfather of Dylan and Dorian Cole
Former SAA, owner of Single Shot Gun Range.
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Abraham “Abe” Brooks
Club treasurer and manager of MorningStar Grill.
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Xander “Dragon” Phillips
Club enforcer and owner of FreeFall Aviation.
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Genevieve “Judge” Davenport
Club Attorney and legal advisor.
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Miya “Karma” Fukuma
Club enforcer and Tattoo artist at MorningStar Ink.
MOTORCYCLE CLUB TERMS:
Cage: Covered vehicles, cars, trucks, etc.
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Colors: Tattoo of the club logo.
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Cut: Club leather vests with logos.
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Old lady: Wife of a club member.
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President: Head of the club, majority decision-maker.
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VP: Vice President of the club, second in command, and in charge of the day-to-day running of club activities and businesses.
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SAA: Sergeant at arms, club’s principal protector, and in charge of enforcers/prospects.
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Treasurer: Club finance expert, handles all the financial aspects for the club and businesses.
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Road Captain: Organizes events, club rides.
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Prospect: Club recruits trying to earn membership.
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Enforcer: Club protectors.
SYNOPSIS
Eloping with the love of my life isn't as easy as finding an Elvis chapel on the Vegas strip. Demons from my wife's past come back to haunt us before the honeymoon can even start. We have to get through all the secrets and lies to reach our happily ever after. Welcome to Paradise, NV home of the MorningStar MC.
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If a world that operates in black and white fails you, we enter the grey to save or avenge you.
-MorningStar MC, Dahlia Initiative statement
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Trigger warning: Sexual assault is discussed but not described.
PROLOGUE
Paradise, NV, is Las Vegas’s quiet little sister. Just twenty minutes south of the strip, it’s close enough to the crazy nightlife, yet far enough away to create a home away from the fast-paced money pit.
Dahlia and I wanted to raise our family close to the people we loved. She would be so proud of our girls, her sweet peas. Almost twenty years old, I’ve tried my best to shape them into well-rounded women. But when you run a motorcycle club full of ex-military hard asses, well… Let’s just say the girls have picked up a few bad habits.
I’m currently tracking one’s bad habit of leaving the clubhouse now. My Vice president is the dumbest smart person I have ever had the privilege of calling my brother. A child prodigy that stumbled into my clubhouse at 18 just looking for a challenge.
MorningStar Inc needed a new security expert, so I hired the young hacker. The businesses were expanding faster than I could keep up with and his ability to organize my businesses streamlined us into what we are today. Never would have thought when I formed the club 25 years ago that we’d be at this point.
What started out as a place to hang out with my former military friends is now the legacy I’ll leave for my girls.
We’d been riding a virtual money train until five years ago when my world crashed, and I lost my Dahlia. If not for the smart thinking and expert training of my brothers, I could have lost my girls as well.
I’ll have to remember that when I find Abel. Just because he helped save my little girl, doesn’t mean he can just steal her away in the middle of the night.
I’ve known that they loved each other for years. My hope that she would grow out of her puppy love is apparently fruitless. Maybe me trying to keep them apart has forced his hand. However, show me one father who doesn’t want better for their child? My need to prot ect the twins stems from my fear of repeating the past.
I honestly could not have picked a better man for my little girl. I’ll never admit that to the cocky asshole. He reminds me of myself at that age, which scares the shit out of me. That’s the reason I’m going after them now.
The MorningStar MC seems to reside inside of a Murphy's Law bubble. We can’t seem to have happiness without a heavy dose of sadness or death. I need to protect my family at all costs, even if that now includes Abel “Cannibal” Brooks. The fucker better not try calling me “pops.” I huff to myself as I stare darkly at the taillights disappearing into the dark horizon.
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ABEL
I hate the desert. The only thing on this planet that would make me tolerate it was currently riding at my back. Dylan was my world. How I had gotten so lucky was beyond me. If we can survive the next seventy-two hours, we’ll both finally get the life we’d always wanted.
The air is so ungodly hot, even at two in the morning, that even the wind blowing past us at seventy-five miles per hour was doing nothing to cool us. It feels more like trying to swim through warm bathwater, but it sure did smell like freedom.
Dylan took a deep breath and wrapped her arms tighter around my abs. She wiggled closer and nuzzled her lips to my neck. I placed my hand on her knee and caressed her soft thigh. I have told her a million times that skirts aren’t meant for bike riding. But tonight was different, special, so I let the little minx have it her way.
When her hand started rubbing back and forth on my abs, I let out a low growl. She didn’t hear it over the wind, but she must have felt it. Her hand paused for just a second before she reversed her movements and headed south. I hold my breath. Is she? . . . Her fingers hit my belt and worked the buckle. I slowed my speed. We were about five minutes away from our room. Seven minutes to heaven tops. We’d waited this long. We could make it.
I speed up the bike, seventy-five, eighty, eighty-five… Now we are just three more minutes away. Dylan’s hands had managed to get my belt undone, the button opened, and the zipper down. Then her small hand was on my cock, all before I could pull over and hit my kickstand.
“What the fuck are you playing at?!” I yelled over my shoulder.
I grabbed her off my back and had her straddling me in two seconds flat. I was furious she would pull such a stunt, knowing she was getting exactly what she wanted when we got to the hotel.
I was huffing, trying to calm down, but the air was so damn thick. She just gazed at me with her head tilted to the side. She licked her bottom lip as she grabbed my jeans by the belt loops and pulled herself even closer.
She leaned into me, the top of her glorious tits, meeting my pecs. Her face rubbed against my trimmed beard. When she had her lips against my ear, she whispered words that stopped my heart.
“My husband wasn’t going fast enough. I figured I’d remind him why we were in a rush.” I pulled back to stare at her.
Her grin was the most beautiful thing in the world.
“And what if I had wrecked with my wife before I got to fuck her for the first time? Thought you didn’t want to die a virgin?” I arched an eyebrow at her.
She leaned back and flipped her fucking skirt up.
“Better get to deflowering me then.” She stated that boldly with the confidence I’m sure she had just found on this ride.
Who the fuck had I just married? It was like she went from little girl to wanton woman in front of Elvis when we said, “I do.”
“Dy, I can smell your need. I can also see the parking lot of the hotel. Do you really want your first time to be on the side of the road on my Harley?” I swear I’ll give her anything she wants, but don’t girls dream of a big fluffy bed, candles, and rose petals or some shit?
All we had out here were bugs, sand, and the darkness that I was thanking God for. If anyone sees my wife’s pussy before I do, they are DEAD.
I haven’t once looked down. It’ll be my undoing. She’s staring at me, biting her lip in thought. She glances at the lights up ahead, the sign for the hotel visible just around the next curve. Then her eyes are on me. Her left-hand moves off, letting go of my belt loop. Okay, let's get back on track, I think to myself.
Suddenly my cock is in her hand, her wedding ring clinking on my piercings. I hold my breath. A glance at the sky, then back at her eyes. All I see is determination.
“We met on this bike. We will start our lives together here too.”
In a flash, she’s kissing me. I try to keep it together, but a man can only hold out so long. Three years I’ve waited to claim what’s mine., and here she is, offering me heaven on a silver platter. Well, a gunmetal and chrome Harley. Same difference, right?
Her talented tongue steals the last of my control. She’s wiggling around, trying to get closer, searching for what she doesn’t know she needs. If she thought she could take me with no prep, she was out of her damn mind.
“Baby, slow down. Let me get you ready.”
“I’m soaked, Abel. You’re gonna smell my pussy on this seat for years, now fuck me.” Dylan rasps at me.
“Yes, ma’am,” I reach to pull her panties aside but find none.
“No fucking way! You haven’t had anything covering that ass this entire night?!” Just like that, I’m back to furious.
If we weren’t the only ones on this road the whole way here, I’d probably be spending my honeymoon locked up. What the fuck was she thinking?
“Surprise?” She thinks she’s cute.
I’m going to tan her ass for this later.
“Show. Me.” If she wants to play the vixen, then now is the time.
Cause I plan to be balls deep in my wife in ninety seconds. This time I look down. Nothing is stopping us except death.
Her hand moves, and the two-carat princess cut ruby glints in the moonlight along with my Jacob’s Ladder and reverse Prince Albert. She grabs her skirt hem and slowly inches it up. Her hands have a slight shake.
“Nervous?” I ask.
Her hair shifts around us when she shakes her head.
“Excited,” Dylan whispers.
I can’t pry my eyes away to check if she’s being honest. It’s like I’ve never seen a pussy before, and I’m thirteen all over again, instead of the thirty-three-year-old man I am.
“Abel?” Dylan says softly.
“Yeah …”
“Breath, love. You can’t pass out before you fuck me.” She giggles.
Fuck me, but she’s right. I’ve been holding my breath since that damn skirt started moving. I take a deep breath, and then I see it. She wasn’t lying. Her thighs are glossy with her need, and I’m licking my lips a second before I’m pushing her to lean on the gas tank.
