Too many days of living on soda and energy drinks have left Ink Monroe too keyed up to sleep. She needs a good ride to release her sexual tension so she can get some rest, but when the perfect hottie turns her down flat, she’s too pissed to keep looking.
Hooking up with a stranger is not Jet Ryan’s style but when he rescues the beautiful tattoo artist from the groping hands of a drunk, his personal boundaries fall to a desire to make her scream. He just needs to get past her anger, prove he’s not a serial killer, and show her what letting go is all about.
This is an Edge series EROTICA story. Edge stories are very short, typically consisting of one sexual encounter. Romance and a happily-ever-after or happily-for-now ending is not guaranteed. However, we do guarantee one HOT read!
Jet Ryan leaned on the deck railing of the Easyriders Saloon. The human mass pulsed below, dancing to the beat of the eighties rock band dominating the stage at another bar down the street. The smell of leather and motorcycle tainted the air, accented by the stench of burnt rubber from the burnout pit some tire seller had set up across the way. Sturgis, South Dakota throbbed with the influx of bikers, tattoo artists, and vendors for the largest motorcycle rally in the world, and he wanted them all to get the fuck out of his hometown.
He sipped his whiskey and water and wondered again how he had let his buddies talk him into coming to town. Everywhere he looked, people swarmed like damned locusts. Half naked women strolled up and down the sidewalks while rowdy idiots hooted and hollered and took their pictures. Human beings packed too close together generated a stench no one should have to suffer. A man ought to be able to breathe without smelling some guy who hadn’t had a decent bath in nearly a week. The bikes were cool and the music not half bad, but crowds in general set his teeth on edge. He should have stayed at the ranch where he belonged.
“Jet!” His friend Luke slapped him on the back with a laugh. He had one arm draped around a hot young blonde in a barely there top and even smaller skin-tight shorts. “You look like someone shot your dog. Cheer up! It’s a party!”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m outta here in twenty minutes if not sooner.”
“God, when’d you become such a stick in the mud?”
Jet glanced at the woman and shook his head. “’Bout the time you became a man whore.”
Luke grinned and hugged the girl closer. “Don’t mind him, baby. He needs to get laid.”