Naked Came the Biker (Devil's Kiss Motorcycle Club)
Beth Richards is on the last leg of her cross-country trip when she makes a stop at an RV campground for the night. To her chagrin, she finds the only spot left available is next to a group of bikers
Chuck Ender of the Devil's Kiss MC is about to turn in for the night when Beth pulls up to her spot. Stretching his thick, tattooed muscles, Chuck greets Beth and asks her to join him.
Beth didn't expect the bikers to be so friendly, she didn't expect a man as sexy as Chuck Enders, and she sure as hell didn't expect desire to come riding in on a Harley in a nameless place where RVs are lined up like horses on a picket line. The longer she listens to Chuck's graveled, dusty voice, the harder it will be for her to keep her hands to herself. And when the rest of the bikers turn in for the night, it's just her, Chuck, and an endless sea of stars.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“Just a bit farther. Trust me,” he said.
Around a corner, the falling water sound was much louder, and she felt warmth and humidity.
“Do you like hot tubs?” he asked.
“We’re at a hot tub?”
“Even better,” he said. “A hot spring.”
Visions and fantasies immediately sprung into her head.
“Oh, yes,” he said. “Just the two of us—in our own hot spring.”
He guided her to a rock and sat her down. The rock was amazingly warm from absorbing the sun during the day.
He began to undress, pulling off his jacket, shirt, and undershirt. He reached up to help her pull her shirt over her head.
He stood up, dropping his pants and shorts, and she lay back on the rock, kicking off socks, shoes, and then jeans and panties. Before she finished, he had slipped into the water. He made a satisfied sound as the hot water surrounded him, and she slipped in beside him.
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