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Authors: Jenika Snow
Tags: Romance, Bad Boys, Paranormal, series, domination, MC, Erotic, shifters, shapeshifters, bears, Motorcycle club
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stepped back, feeling overwhelmed with the happiness inside of her. How in the hell had her life gotten this good and right? She was welcomed into this life, this unconventional family, and she felt like she really belonged somewhere.
“Come on and have a cold beer with us, Allie,” Lilly said and held up the bottle. “We can give you the dirty details about Drevin, and how to deal with these overbearing alpha bears.”
They all started laughing, and Allie shut the door, smiling and feeling this comfortableness fill her. God, it was good to feel like she belonged.
****
Drevin and Brick sat at the scarred counter in the only bar in a small town right outside of Steamboat. They were going to stay the night at a motel and head back at first light. He’d already called Allie, realized the whole Grizzly old lady crew was with her, and a semblance of calm had come over him at that knowledge. The Grizzly crew of old ladies was a fierce bunch, and protected their own as well as any male shifter.
“Your woman is taking care of mine,” Drevin said to Brick, and brought his beer to his mouth. The bar they were out was loud, playing an old country song at the moment, but housing a lot of older men that looked like they farmed for a living. They’d gotten a lot of looks when they entered, but when a group of women came in the younger guys had gravitated toward them instantly.
“The whole crew is over there, right?” Brick said, his focus on the TV in front of them.
Brick wasn’t very social, and sure as hell didn’t have small talk about females, even if he loved his woman Darra more than life itself. Drevin and the other males were the same way, but Drevin wasn’t used to worrying or caring about a woman. But with Allie that had been what he’d been doing on this trip. He just wanted to get back to Steel Corner and be with her, and he didn’t care if that meant he was a pussy whipped asshole.
The sound of the front door banging open sounded, and it was like all conversation ceased. Drevin and Brick turned around at the same time, and they stared at a group of men coming through. They were dressed in faded denim, dirty t-shirts, and black leather cuts. The one in front looked right at Drevin and Brick. His nostrils flared, and he turned and started saying something to the other men. The back of his cut said he was part of The Devil’s Crew MC.
“You boys watch your step. Them’s the Devil boys, and they are bad shit in this part of town,” the bartender said in a hushed vice. “They run shit here.” He turned and headed in the backroom.
The man that was leading the crew turned around, and Drevin looked at the front of his cut. He was the President, and the club was a one-percenter. They didn’t fuck around, but neither did the Grizzlies, and no one wanted shit started tonight. Apparently they were right in the middle of Devil territory. If they played it cool then they wouldn’t step on anyone’s toes.
The human bikers headed toward where Drevin and Brick were, and both Grizzlies stood to their full height. They towered over the humans, but these bikers were big motherfuckers. The younger Grizzlies moved away from the females, and toward where Drevin and Brick stood, probably thinking some shit was going down. Drevin didn’t know if it would, but the chances were pretty good given the proprietary and territorial scent of territorial rage burning through these Devils.
“You boys are a long ways from home,” the President of this club said, and eyed him and Brick up and down. He couldn’t be much older than forty. His blond hair was in a man bun, and the way his blue eyes regarded them was like Drevin and the boys were shit on his shoe.
“We bought some property in Steamboat, came here to unwind, and plan on heading back tomorrow,” Drevin said, not wanting to have to take these males down. They were shifters after all, stronger than even the biggest human. These men might have rights to this
“Come on and have a cold beer with us, Allie,” Lilly said and held up the bottle. “We can give you the dirty details about Drevin, and how to deal with these overbearing alpha bears.”
They all started laughing, and Allie shut the door, smiling and feeling this comfortableness fill her. God, it was good to feel like she belonged.
****
Drevin and Brick sat at the scarred counter in the only bar in a small town right outside of Steamboat. They were going to stay the night at a motel and head back at first light. He’d already called Allie, realized the whole Grizzly old lady crew was with her, and a semblance of calm had come over him at that knowledge. The Grizzly crew of old ladies was a fierce bunch, and protected their own as well as any male shifter.
“Your woman is taking care of mine,” Drevin said to Brick, and brought his beer to his mouth. The bar they were out was loud, playing an old country song at the moment, but housing a lot of older men that looked like they farmed for a living. They’d gotten a lot of looks when they entered, but when a group of women came in the younger guys had gravitated toward them instantly.
“The whole crew is over there, right?” Brick said, his focus on the TV in front of them.
Brick wasn’t very social, and sure as hell didn’t have small talk about females, even if he loved his woman Darra more than life itself. Drevin and the other males were the same way, but Drevin wasn’t used to worrying or caring about a woman. But with Allie that had been what he’d been doing on this trip. He just wanted to get back to Steel Corner and be with her, and he didn’t care if that meant he was a pussy whipped asshole.
The sound of the front door banging open sounded, and it was like all conversation ceased. Drevin and Brick turned around at the same time, and they stared at a group of men coming through. They were dressed in faded denim, dirty t-shirts, and black leather cuts. The one in front looked right at Drevin and Brick. His nostrils flared, and he turned and started saying something to the other men. The back of his cut said he was part of The Devil’s Crew MC.
“You boys watch your step. Them’s the Devil boys, and they are bad shit in this part of town,” the bartender said in a hushed vice. “They run shit here.” He turned and headed in the backroom.
The man that was leading the crew turned around, and Drevin looked at the front of his cut. He was the President, and the club was a one-percenter. They didn’t fuck around, but neither did the Grizzlies, and no one wanted shit started tonight. Apparently they were right in the middle of Devil territory. If they played it cool then they wouldn’t step on anyone’s toes.
The human bikers headed toward where Drevin and Brick were, and both Grizzlies stood to their full height. They towered over the humans, but these bikers were big motherfuckers. The younger Grizzlies moved away from the females, and toward where Drevin and Brick stood, probably thinking some shit was going down. Drevin didn’t know if it would, but the chances were pretty good given the proprietary and territorial scent of territorial rage burning through these Devils.
“You boys are a long ways from home,” the President of this club said, and eyed him and Brick up and down. He couldn’t be much older than forty. His blond hair was in a man bun, and the way his blue eyes regarded them was like Drevin and the boys were shit on his shoe.
“We bought some property in Steamboat, came here to unwind, and plan on heading back tomorrow,” Drevin said, not wanting to have to take these males down. They were shifters after all, stronger than even the biggest human. These men might have rights to this
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