Lusting for The Killer (MC Dark Romance Series Book 1 )

Jett

The sound of my feet falling hard on the pavement was the only thing on my mind. That, and breathing. Long, deep breaths in and out, in and out. Running wasn’t my favorite thing to do, but I still made it a priority in my life. Every day, rain or shine, I would head out for a solid run at some point.

I might hit the gym, too, if I was really in the mood to get a sweat going, but that wasn’t nearly as often as the run itself. I didn’t always have the time to head into the gym and work with all the equipment – not to mention I didn’t care for the excessive attention I always received whenever I went to the gym, either.

I didn’t have any trouble getting female attention. In fact, I often had more female attention than I knew what to do with. Being in a motorcycle club did that, it seemed. I didn’t have to try very hard to get what I wanted out of any of them.

And, what I wanted was pretty simple. A night in bed without any commitment or any expectation it would lead to anything else was fine by me. Ideal, even.

The last thing I needed was someone clingy. I had enough going on in my life. I didn’t need to worry about keeping a woman happy on top of everything else. The club was my life. It always had been, and it always would be.

I’m Jett Corbin, son of Jimbo Corbin, the founder of the Steel Wings.

My father threw his heart and soul into the MC, and growing up, I often felt like I was just a gift to them. The club was my destiny; the men were my family. And, after the dark, shitty childhood I’d survived, I felt I needed those men more than anything else in my life.

No matter what happened to me – what went down – they were there for me. They were there no matter what, and I was grateful to them for it. With them, there weren’t any strings or stipulations. We made our own rules, we lived out own lives, and we were there for each other through thick and thin.

Nothing could get in our way, and no one could come between us. It was a brotherhood bound together with loyalty and a heartfelt love for the other members.

There wasn’t a thing I’d change.

So, as I brought another run to a close, my chest rising and falling as I checked my time, I knew I should shower and head over to the bar. That’s where we spent most of our time, and I looked forward to hanging out with the boys already.

It was a great way to learn the word on the street and figure out what was going on around town – and in the nearby towns, too, for that matter. I liked to be on top of what the other MCs were doing, especially those who were far from friendly.

They were even more annoying than the cops, really. Not only did they pose a threat to our borders and our people, but they also posed a threat to our industry. Not that I was entirely on board with the currency we dealt or the goods we supplied, but we had to make a living somehow. I didn’t make the rules, I just enforced them.

I picked up my pace again to finish out the run strong, rounding the corner back to my place with all the energy I had left. I felt good when I ran. I felt alive. The sound of the blood rushing through my head and my breath rising and falling in the afternoon sun was exhilarating – almost like when I was on the back of my favorite Harley.

But, with the minutes ticking by, I knew I had to hurry to change and get down to the bar. I wanted to be there before it filled with the people who weren’t in the club and find a good spot with some of my boys. Sure, I could make them move if I wanted to, but that was always a pain in the ass, especially if they were already tipsy.

I would rather set up and make a point of where I would be that night before anyone had the chance to get in the way or sit too close and listen in on the conversation. It wasn’t a private place to hang out, but it served its purpose for us, and that’s all I really could ask for.

Not to mention it had been a while since I’d had a pretty woman in my bed. I was feeling the effects and I wanted to get laid. Hell, I had to get laid, and soon. I didn’t like that tension rising in my body, and there was only one way to get it out of my system.

I was a hunter, and now, I was looking for prey.

And, I’d have someone in bed with me that night.

The bar was getting crowded as I walked inside, but it didn’t take long for me to single out the other members of the club.

We all wore our emblems proudly – some on the backs of their leather jackets, some of on the backs of their leather vests. Of course, most of us also included the emblem as a tattoo in one way or another, though it wasn’t unusual for it to get lost among all the other tattoos we sported.

We had our fair share of ink, and we all embraced hot shot haircuts, as well – some of us with hair nearly buzzed clean off, others of us embracing edgier styles.

Personally, I liked to keep my hair shaved on the sides and longer on top. It wasn’t incredibly long anywhere, but it was definitely a statement look, and I turned heads. Of course, with my attitude and attire, I turned plenty of heads anyway – some because they knew to steer clear, some because they only hoped I would give them my attention.

A group of four of the boys surrounded a table, so I headed straight for them. Of course, they split from being so tight in their circle and made room for me, welcoming me in with slaps on the back and jokes all around.

“It’s about time you showed up,” one of them teased. “We were wondering if you were skipping out tonight.”

“Since when do I ever do that?” I asked. “I’ve got to keep an eye on you guys somehow.”

They were playing a game of cards, and there were beers all around the table, but I was after something stronger. I didn’t want to just get a buzz going, I wanted to feel the alcohol. Of course, I didn’t mind heading up to the bar to get a drink. In fact, even if there had been a drink waiting for me on the table, I might have declined for the pure and simple fact I wanted to head over to the bar – and for a really good reason.

There was someone at the bar who had caught my interest, and I wanted more than anything to learn more about her. She was new in these parts, and that alone was enough for her to catch the eye of anyone who frequented Echo Mori.

We were used to the insiders – the people who were here the longest and the people who belonged. There were several bartenders working who were old enough to be my father. I remembered growing up around them. I remembered them being there for a lot that went on in my life.

Sure, there were others who came and went over the years, but for the most part, it was the same handful of people.

Then, this new girl started. I wasn’t sure where she came from, or why she had chosen Echo Mori of all the bars, but she had, and I wasn’t complaining.

I didn’t know her name. But, I knew she was hot as Hell, and that’s all that mattered. She was curvy in all the right places, her slim figure rounded with thick thighs, an ass that would turn the head of anyone with eyes, and tits for days.

I’d had my eye on her for a couple weeks now, but I hadn’t had the chance to really talk to her. She was often serving during the crowded times at the bar when there just wasn’t the time for me to sweep her off her feet and into my bed like I wanted.

So, I had bided my time. And with the bar as it was right now, I knew tonight was the night I’d make this happen. It was just a matter of finding the right moment to walk up to her, introduce myself, and work my charm until I got what I wanted.

But, before I announced I was going to grab a drink, my attention was brought back to the table with the boys telling me one of our own had been released from prison that morning and was heading to the bar that night.

“He’ll want to see you, you know that, right?” Greg clapped me on the back. “You’re going to have to do the official welcoming.”

“Of course, I am,” I said as I tossed my hair out of my eyes. I didn’t mind doing that sort of thing. In fact, it wasn’t that unusual considering my position in the club. And, it would be nice to have another of our brothers on the outside again.

It wasn’t unusual for any of us to be behind bars at one point or another, but it was always a relief to me when we were out. And, knowing we would have a night of celebration ahead of us, I knew now was the time to make my move with the girl behind the bar. If I was going to get the chance to have her full attention without everyone else trying to get me back to the table, I knew I’d have to talk to her before our brother got to the bar.

Once that happened, it would be all about him. And, as the president of the MC, I would make sure everyone paid him the proper respect. After all, he had been through the ringer, and it was time to bring him home. Hopefully, this would be the last time.

But, with the life all of us lived, it was hard to say when any of us would end up back behind bars.

Either way, I made my way over to the bar, my seductive smile on my face. I had my eyes locked on target. I would pounce and make this woman mine.

If only for the night, I’d finally have her. I’d feel her body, I’d give her mine, and I would make the most of the moment.

This was going to be glorious.