Craving The D (Iron Riders M.C)
READING AGE 18+
For a guy like me Delilah is a dream.
She wanted me when we were younger, more than wanted me. She had thrown herself at me and I had pushed her away.
I gave her a chance at a better life, away from the club and the violence that clung to us and what a life she built for herself. Beautiful and successful she had carved herself an empire.
But now my best friends sister is back, all grown up, and this time she needs the clubs help… my help.
I was strong enough to say no once but I don’t think I can resist this time.
Not even sure I want to.
Maybe it’s time to admit to myself that It’s always been Delilah I craved.
Unfold
The cream lace dress fluttered about her as the wind whipped about us but I didn’t care and neither did Delilah by the looks of it.
And she looked beautiful, even with her cheeks and nose bright red.
My own little Christmas Rudolph. She had thrown one of my leather jackets over the flimsy dress and the converse on he……
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