Homecoming

I'm supposed to be the smart girl. In my little biker-infested town, smart girls do one thing: They get out. Which means not getting involved with anyone. It’s easy enough until the night I get into a little trouble at my bar and a stranger rescues me. He's got eyes like cobalt and a smug grin on his chiseled face that has me ready to do anything. That is, until he tells me his name: Damon Carter As in, son of Lorne Carter, the bane of my existence. Not just because he's the President of the Liberated MC. Because my mom married him three years ago. I’ve just gotten wet for my stepbrother. All I want to do is forget it ever happened. Damon’s return is just one more reason to get out of town. It seems so possible, all up until Lorne has him move in to my house. Now he’s just across the wall from me, lying there in an empty bed. A bed, he’s made clear he’s more than willing to share. He’s wrong for me in so many ways. I need to keep reminding myself that. Cause if I let go of my thoughts, if I follow my instincts, it would be so wrong