Once a Disciple, forever a Disciple.
Man whore.
Ex-con.
All-around asshole.
Daz is called a lot of seedy things.
But his brothers know there’s more to him
even if it is buried deep beneath the surface.
Man whore.
Ex-con.
All-around asshole.
Daz is called a lot of seedy things.
But his brothers know there’s more to him
even if it is buried deep beneath the surface.
A Disciple will fight like a savage and never give up.
As a stripper, Avery is no stranger to judgment.
That doesn't stop her from assuming Daz is nothing more than a hot body, though.
But when tragedy lets her see behind the cocky-jackass exterior,
there's no denying the truth.
For this biker to go down, there has to be more than sparks—he needs full combustion.
Daz
The bastard sun woke me at what had to be not long after dawn.
Seeing as it had to be after two before I’d finished fucking Avery for the final time—on her hands and knees since her body couldn’t keep up with her greedy fucking pussy—the early wakeup call could fuck right off.
I wanted to move to shut the blinds, but Avery was sprawled partly on my chest. I wasn’t averse to keeping a woman in bed with me overnight. Some guys who were looking to get tied down might not have let that shit fly, but I found the benefit of a warm, welcoming woman in the morning was worth the risk she might not know the score.
Right then, though, my dick wasn’t stirring. It was too fucking early, and Avery had worn him out. That alone was a novel experience. Never, not once, had a woman satisfied me so completely. Avery was just a fucking natural.
Even her perky, bared tits pressed against me didn’t get me past a half chub. My dick was too sated to rise to the occasion.
I couldn’t say whether that was fucking fantastic or scared the shit out of me.
While I was trying to puzzle that shit out, Avery groaned and brought a hand up to shield her eyes. Cracking one lid, she glared at the window with a ferocity that shouldn’t have been sexy. That half stock I’d been rocking started to perk up.
Apparently, he wasn’t fully worn out after all.
“You and your dick distracted me last night before I remembered to close the blinds,” she grumbled.
Grabbing her hand, which made her shut her eyes as I stole her shield, I brought it down to press against said dick. “Could distract you again.”
“Too early,” she denied, but she didn’t move her hand away either. My cock cozied up into her touch and I bit back a groan.
“He disagrees.”
“Your cock gets its own vote?”
“He, sugar,” I corrected. “Show him some respect.”
That lost me her hand on my dick and gained me a slap in the gut.
“Close the blinds and I’ll show him some respect later.”
“How come I have to get my ass up to shut the blinds when you were the one who bought a house with east-facing windows in the bedroom?” I grumbled even as I did just that. “Bad fuckin’ call, babe.”
“I didn’t realize that was east. I viewed the house in the middle of the afternoon,” she argued. “Besides, I bought this place based on the kitchen. The bedroom just had to be here.”
Pulling the drapes—blackout ones, good but unsurprising with the hours I knew she worked—and darkening the room to give us both some relief, I told her, “That’s some jacked logic. The bedroom’s where all the best shit happens.”
She peeked her eyes open again, keeping them that way when she’d verified I’d blocked out the damn light. “You’ve eaten my cupcakes.”
Fuck me, but she was right. She created some serious magic in that kitchen.
“Fair point,” I conceded, collapsing back onto the bed.
I rolled toward her, pulling her body into mine and maneuvering my leg so it was bent between hers, the warmth of her pussy against my thigh.
“Too fuckin’ early. Back to sleep.”
Avery’s body was stiff for a minute, but I stayed put and quiet. She took a bit, but she let whatever was fixing to crawl up her ass go, settled in, and we both fell asleep again.
The bastard sun woke me at what had to be not long after dawn.
Seeing as it had to be after two before I’d finished fucking Avery for the final time—on her hands and knees since her body couldn’t keep up with her greedy fucking pussy—the early wakeup call could fuck right off.
I wanted to move to shut the blinds, but Avery was sprawled partly on my chest. I wasn’t averse to keeping a woman in bed with me overnight. Some guys who were looking to get tied down might not have let that shit fly, but I found the benefit of a warm, welcoming woman in the morning was worth the risk she might not know the score.
Right then, though, my dick wasn’t stirring. It was too fucking early, and Avery had worn him out. That alone was a novel experience. Never, not once, had a woman satisfied me so completely. Avery was just a fucking natural.
Even her perky, bared tits pressed against me didn’t get me past a half chub. My dick was too sated to rise to the occasion.
I couldn’t say whether that was fucking fantastic or scared the shit out of me.
While I was trying to puzzle that shit out, Avery groaned and brought a hand up to shield her eyes. Cracking one lid, she glared at the window with a ferocity that shouldn’t have been sexy. That half stock I’d been rocking started to perk up.
Apparently, he wasn’t fully worn out after all.
“You and your dick distracted me last night before I remembered to close the blinds,” she grumbled.
Grabbing her hand, which made her shut her eyes as I stole her shield, I brought it down to press against said dick. “Could distract you again.”
“Too early,” she denied, but she didn’t move her hand away either. My cock cozied up into her touch and I bit back a groan.
“He disagrees.”
“Your cock gets its own vote?”
“He, sugar,” I corrected. “Show him some respect.”
That lost me her hand on my dick and gained me a slap in the gut.
“Close the blinds and I’ll show him some respect later.”
“How come I have to get my ass up to shut the blinds when you were the one who bought a house with east-facing windows in the bedroom?” I grumbled even as I did just that. “Bad fuckin’ call, babe.”
“I didn’t realize that was east. I viewed the house in the middle of the afternoon,” she argued. “Besides, I bought this place based on the kitchen. The bedroom just had to be here.”
Pulling the drapes—blackout ones, good but unsurprising with the hours I knew she worked—and darkening the room to give us both some relief, I told her, “That’s some jacked logic. The bedroom’s where all the best shit happens.”
She peeked her eyes open again, keeping them that way when she’d verified I’d blocked out the damn light. “You’ve eaten my cupcakes.”
Fuck me, but she was right. She created some serious magic in that kitchen.
“Fair point,” I conceded, collapsing back onto the bed.
I rolled toward her, pulling her body into mine and maneuvering my leg so it was bent between hers, the warmth of her pussy against my thigh.
“Too fuckin’ early. Back to sleep.”
Avery’s body was stiff for a minute, but I stayed put and quiet. She took a bit, but she let whatever was fixing to crawl up her ass go, settled in, and we both fell asleep again.
REVIEW
Review by: Melanie
(5 Stars)
Daz has always been the man whore of the club, always teasing his MC brothers as they find their Ol’ Ladies. When Avery, AKA Cherry Pie, one of the dancers at the club owned strip bar resists his flirting ways, it makes him all the more determined to get a taste of her. Will one taste be enough for him though, or will Avery be the one to get Daz to join the “ball and chain gang”?
A great read, this series is fast becoming one of my favourites and I can’t wait for the next one. 5 well-earned stars for Combust.
OMG this book had me laughing, crying, and turning page after page until I had devoured it. Daz has always been quite the character, so to see this woman get under his skin was amusing and sweet to see. There are a couple of big things that happen in this book that really get the emotions going and ultimately end up showing us just what the word brotherhood means to the Savage Disciples.
A great read, this series is fast becoming one of my favourites and I can’t wait for the next one. 5 well-earned stars for Combust.
Drew Elyse spends her days trying to convince the world that she is, in fact, a Disney Princess, and her nights writing tear-jerking and smutty romance novels. Her debut novel, Dissonance, released in August of 2014.
When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found over-analyzing every line of a book, binge watching a series on Netflix, doing strange vocal warm ups before singing a variety of music styles, or screaming at the TV during a Chicago Blackhawks game.
A graduate of Loyola University Chicago with a BA in English, she still lives in Chicago, IL where she was born and raised with her boyfriend and her prima donna pet rabbit, Lola.
When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found over-analyzing every line of a book, binge watching a series on Netflix, doing strange vocal warm ups before singing a variety of music styles, or screaming at the TV during a Chicago Blackhawks game.
A graduate of Loyola University Chicago with a BA in English, she still lives in Chicago, IL where she was born and raised with her boyfriend and her prima donna pet rabbit, Lola.
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