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  All I Wanna Do

  Hell’s Phoenix MC Series

  Book 1

  A Novella

  Kristine Dugger

  Damaged Series

  Damaged

  Broken

  MedRom Series

  Flatline

  Pulse

  Hell’s Phoenix MC Series

  All I Wanna Do

  Once Upon of Love Anthology

  It Was Always You

  Copyright © 2018 Kristine Dugger

  All rights reserved.

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  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to everybody. The reason I say everybody is because so many have supported me in my career of being an author. With all the love and support from family, friends, bloggers, readers, author friends and among everybody else, I would not be as successful as I have been. Thank you!

  ~Love, Kris

  CONTENTS

  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

  Epilogue

  From the author

  Acknowledgements

  About the author

  Playlist

  1: All I Wanna Do is Make Love to You - Halestorm remake

  2: One of These Nights – Eagles

  3: Fire Woman – The Cult

  4: Still of the Night – Whitesnake

  5: Love Bites – Def Leopard

  6: Stay – Rhianna

  7: Turn the Page – Bob Segar

  8: Do Not Disturb – Halestorm

  9: All I Wanna Do Is Make Love to You – Heart “The Original”

  disclaimer

  No part of this eBook/book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author.

  This is a work of fiction. Any names or characters, businesses or places, events or incidents, are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  PLEASE MAKE NOTE:

  This book may contain some aspects of this story which could be sensitive for some readers. Basically, some scenes are graphic and real. However, it is what makes this story so real and makes a family stronger.

  Prologue

  Five years prior

  Hayden

  Walking out of the hospital, it is way past the time I am supposed to get off work; the plan is to meet some of my coworkers for some food and drinks. The joys of being a Respiratory Therapist at the number one hospital in Omaha. We are always busy and always short on man power. My work mates and I have been frequenting many bars after our never ending days at work. You would think with us being so exhausted, we would head home. Not so much. We need to unwind from all the sickness, death, breathing treatments, gunky stuff, intubations, and being on our feet all day long.

  Tonight, we are heading to a new bar across town. Maria, my coworker, says they have the best Taco Wednesday in town with cheap ass drinks. I have to laugh at the fact she says Taco Wednesday instead of Taco Tuesday. This bar clearly has to change it up a bit from the typical. We are all game for some tacos.

  We pull up to The Outland Bar in the southern part of Omaha. The six of us RTs walk into this dive of a bar. When I say dive bar, I mean like hole in the wall. This bar is on the corner of the street, in the middle of the neighborhood, next to a daycare and park. What makes this bar even more of a hidden gem is that it is a NASCAR themed bar. Dale Earnhardt, Kyle Petty, Dale Jr. Jeff Gordon memorabilia decorate this entire bar. I have to giggle to myself. The bartender waves hi to Maria. She smiles big and yells, “A round of watermelons for my team.” The sweet, older blonde behind the bar responds back to her by nodding her head. A mix of older and younger men and women sit at the bar. A few of them wave to Maria. On top of being a dive bar, it is a neighborhood bar. These are usually the best bars to attend in town, especially after a shitty evening at work.

  After putting my order in with the owner, which Maria advises us to, a laughter of commotion draws my attention to a tall, young guy with jet black hair, muscles for days, and a tight tush. He is wearing some kind of motorcycle cut, I think. It has a huge bird, maybe a Phoenix, soaring above the fire. He turns in my direction before I can read the stitching on the back. I am knocked back by a few steps. He is gorgeous. Big, oval shaped, dark brown tunnels you could get lost in, and I am. He smiles at me. Yep, knock me down again. Oh my lord, that smile would win over anybody, any day. A smile to charm your clothes off. He acknowledges me with a nod of the head and a “hey.”

  I just smirk and ignore his friendly gesture. I put in my taco order and go back to my table of friends. I sit down and immediately look up in his direction. He sits at the bar and is chatting it up with a few others. His back is toward me. I get a glimpse of his cut. It is a Phoenix, obviously, because it says Hell’s Phoenix MC of Nebraska. Tall, dark, handsome and throw on bad boy image, it’s enough to make any girl wet. But there is something else about him that is bringing this draw to him. He looks over his shoulder and catches me looking at him. There is that smile again. I am beyond attracted to this guy physically. Maria nudges me with her elbow, “Earth to Hayden. Earth to Hayden.”

  I shake my head in confusion. I answer, “What?”

  “We all see you looking over at him.”

  “Do you know him?”

  “I’m sorry girl, but he is the one person I don’t know. I have never seen him before. You should go up and talk to him.”

  “Um, no. Well, not yet.”

  “Hays, we all have been working a ton of hours lately. It wouldn’t hurt you to let loose a little bit. When was the last time you’ve gotten attention from the opposite sex?”

  “Since I’m married to the job, it has been a while.”

  “You don’t work tomorrow. I suggest you do a little flirting tonight. Maybe get laid.”

  “So, act like whore tonight?”

  “No. Just a woman who knows what she wants. If I wasn’t married, I would be all over that man candy.”

  I shake my head at Maria. It has been some time since I have received any attention from the opposite sex. I look toward the bar again and notice he is looking at me. I smile and drink my beer.

  ***

  The end of the night is approaching, it is just Maria and me. Maria is getting ready to leave but I’m not. Thanks to beer, my confidence has hit a level hundred. I say goodbye to Maria and head up to the bar. I grab the bar stool and sit down next to the mysterious biker. Yes, I am acting bold. He has me curious. I need to figure out what it is about him that I am drawn to. His deep, brown eyes stare at me as I plop down on the stool. I say, “Hi.”

  He laughs, “Hey.”

  “I’m Hayden. I can’t help but notice that you keep looking at me. What’s the deal?”

  “Straight to the point, aren’t we?”

  “Is there any other way?”

  “Nope.”

  “And your name is…”

  “James.”

  “You’re a biker?”

  He grins, “What gave that away?”

  I squint my eyes at him. “Did you ride tonight?”

  “Why all the questions?”


  I smirk, “Just curious.”

  “Yes, I rode tonight. Anytime I get a chance, I ride. Do you like bikes?”

  Shrugging my shoulders, I answer, “I don’t know. My mother dates bikers. I try my hardest to stay away from stuff she likes.”

  Scratching his head, he asks, “You want to go for ride?”

  “How much have you had to drink?”

  “Not much.”

  “Where are you going to take me?”

  “Anywhere you want to go.”

  “All right. Take me wherever you feel the need to.”

  James smirks at me. He throws a few dollars on the bar and gets up from the barstool. I do the same and follow this mysterious man outside.

  As we are walking outside, lightning lights up the sky and thunder rolls. Drops fall from the sky onto my cheek. I look up and watch as the downpour begins. I look at James and laugh, “I don’t think I will be riding with you tonight.”

  James’ deep brown eyes stare at me. He says, “I would ride but not with you on the back.”

  The rain is still pouring down on us. I speak, “Well, do you need a ride?”

  “Nah. I’m not leaving my bike here.”

  “What should we do then?”

  “You tell me.”

  “Follow me.” I walk to my Chevy Impala and hop into the driver’s seat. I look at myself in the rearview mirror. Hays, what are you about to do? Beer confidence is definitely getting the best of me. I do not date bikers. My mother is obsessed with them and is classified as a biker’s old lady. Well, until my father passed away. Another reason why I stay away from bikers. The ride is what killed him, on a rainy night like tonight.

  I ignite the engine. The grumble of his motorcycle overpowers the sound of my engine. I can’t believe I am about to do this. Take a biker, let alone someone I don’t know, back to a motel. Yes, I said motel. I don’t want this guy to know where I live. Motels are safe. Well, kind of.

  We take off to wherever I feel is the perfect place for one night of intimacy.

  James

  This woman has to be the boldest, sexiest woman I have ever laid my eyes on. I knew when she sat next to me what was on her mind. She wanted me. Her glares. Her accidental walks to my side of the bar instead of the obvious closer paths. As the night continued and she had more to drink, the stares turned into our eyes locking on one another. The moment I saw her, I couldn’t get over how beautiful she was. Her long, coffee brown hair falls just below her shoulders. Her body is a work of art, with tattoos that align her arms and I am assuming other places. It is sexy to see a woman not afraid to get inked, let alone partial sleeves. Her body. It is perfect. Tall, slender, huge tits, and hips to carry that plump ass of hers.

  I know what is about to happen tonight. Her chocolate eyes scream, “fuck me.” She has no idea what she is getting herself into.

  She pulls up to this little shit hole of a motel on the outskirts of town. This is definitely a first for me. Most of the women I fuck, well, let’s just say they are what one would call a biker’s old lady wannabe. When a biker picks you up at a bar, it is because he just wants your ass and nothing more than that. But this woman is different, she approached me. She made the move. Her agenda was clear as day, without a cloud in the sky. She wants to fuck, and I will gladly let her take advantage of me. I like this getting pursued business.

  The rain drops are still pouring down. It is the kind of rain that bounces up off the cement as it hit the ground. Hayden, with her purse in hand, runs into the motel check-in. I get under the balcony of the second floor. She comes out and says, “Follow me.”

  Demanding too. This I like, like a lot.

  I follow her up the stairwell to the second floor. She stops at room 20 and opens the door. She flicks the light on and walks over to the bed. Her damp, brown hair is sticking to her face. Hayden plops down on the bed and starts to kick off her shoes.

  She looks at me and laughs, “Quality motel, here.”

  Yeah, quality.

  The motel room is straight out of a horribly-made seventies movie. Dingy lights, cream colored walls, a small television on a beat up dresser, and a night stand next to the bed that has seen better days. I bet that bed could tell some stories. Tonight will be one of them. I walk over to her and sit next to her.

  Her big, brown eyes fixate on me. She asks, “You ready to do this?”

  I laugh, “What is your deal?”

  “There is no deal. I have a great buzz and I’m horny. You going to fuck me or not?”

  “Wow. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

  “What?”

  All I want to do is fuck with her so bad. “Before I give it up, I think you should put on some love making music.”

  The look of disgust mixed with confusion appears across her face. Annoyance in her tone, she questions, “What the hell is your deal? This is a sure thing here for you.”

  I laugh harder at her comments. “You have a mouth on you, don’t you?”

  “If you ever shut up, this mouth could be around your cock.”

  I like this woman. I have no clue who the hell she is, but she would make a great biker’s old lady. Unfortunately, I leave for Germany in a couple days. The downside of being in the army.

  I examine her some more, watching the fire of tension beam out of her. She is getting feisty. I wonder what she will say next. She shakes her head at me and responds, “You know what, fuck it.” She leaps for me, straddling her long legs around my waist, gripping me. This sexy woman has some strong legs. I bet she is flexible too.

  She peels off my cut, then removes my soaking wet shirt. Her hands rub down my torso, feeling every bump of muscles I have. She whispers, “Damn, you’re hot.” Her lips smash against mine, practically forcing her tongue to twirl with mine.

  This woman.

  She is eager as fuck. While she continues to tongue the hell out of me, her anxious hands unbutton and unzip my pants. Then she grabs my cock and pumps.

  I smirk at her eagerness.

  I remove her hand from my cock. Instead of her undressing herself, it is my turn to show her what she is getting herself into. I tug and pull her wet shirt over her head. She has a cute, little, lacey, black bra on that her tits were ready to explode out of. That is the next to go. I throw it off to the side. She forcefully pushes me down on the bed and removes my jeans and boxers. She is not fucking around one bit. My cock stands straight up, ready for her to ride it. In a split second, her jeans are off and she slides down my shaft.

  Fuck me.

  Her hips rock back and forth while she braces her hands on my stomach, digging her nails deep. I grab a hold of her hips to guide her, slowing her down. Well, she is having none of that. She moans, “I’m fucking you hard. So, don’t be a pansy.”

  There is that mouth again.

  If that is what she wants, well that is exactly what I am going to give her. I grab a hold of her tiny waist and remove her from her joy ride. It is my turn to take control. Her eyes bug out in excitement as she lays there in anticipation. I move her legs and rest them on my shoulder, sliding my cock back between her anxious, wet folds. My hips start to pound her like a jack hammer. Moans mixed with screams erupt from her. I pound her harder. I groan, “This is what you want?”

  She cries, “Yes. Harder.”

  My hips are smacking her legs as I pulverize deeper into her. If we keep going like this, I am not sure how much more I can hold out. She has to be close.

  Hayden’s body starts to convulse around my cock. I force myself deeper. She wails, hitting the highest pitch, “Holy, mother fucking God.”

  That is all it took. I unleash within her. I groan, “Fuuuuucccckk.”

  ***

  The sunlight peeps through the crack in the dingy green drapes. Last night was beyond anything I have ever imagined. I turn to my other side to face Hayden. Maybe she is up for another round before we part ways. To my surprise, she is not there. Instead, she left a note.

 
Scratching my untamed black hair, I wonder, who the fuck leaves a note these days?

  It read:

  Dear James,

  By now, you have noticed I am not there. Last night, well, it was last night. I am not one to go and just sleep with anybody, especially a man I don’t know. However, there was something about you I was drawn to. I had to taste you. I had to feel you. I had to have you for just one night. I have my reasons for not staying around this morning. I’m sorry if this seems odd. I just want you to know, last night was magical. The only way I can tell what you have done to me is by one of my favorite songs. Halestorm remake of a classic Heart’s song, All I Wanna Do is Make Love to You. “You brought the woman out of me, so many times. So easily.” Granted, that was not love making but intense fucking. No man has made me feel like you did last night. This is a memory I will always keep with me.

  Sincerely,

  Hays

  I scratch my head once more and wonder why I feel like someone just broke up with me. This is some fucking weird ass shit. Oh well. I guess you can say last night was fun and something I needed before I leave for Germany.

  6 weeks later…

  Hayden

  Chunks of meat and rice deposit into the toilet bowl. Fuck. It is the third time I have puked while working. My stomach is a roller coaster ride. I am not sure if I will be able to make it through the next eight hours of my shift. I have to pull through. Why the hell am I so queasy? Oh shit. More chunks. Fuck, if my boss hears about me throwing up when I should be seeing patients, she is going to send me home. We are so busy. I cannot go home. First rounds have been completed. I just need to shake this off. Maybe I can convince one of the pharmacists to hook me up with some Zofran. What the hell did I eat to cause so much tumbling and turning? But wait, this is not food poisoning. If it was, I would be shitting my pants.

  Crap. Here I go again. My whole body spasms, but this time, nothing comes out but dry heaves. This is absolutely horrible. Maybe, I should go home. Fuck the good of the company and my patients, it is best if I go home. I am sweating. My body aches with pain. My stomach is completely empty despite it continues to want to spill bile into this nasty hospital toilet.