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  Thunder

  Desert Phantoms MC 1

  Verlene Landon

  Contents

  Thunder

  1. Thunder

  2. Andrea

  3. Thunder

  4. Andrea

  5. Thunder

  6. Andrea

  7. Thunder

  8. Andrea

  9. Thunder

  10. Andrea

  11. Thunder

  12. Andrea

  13. Thunder

  14. Andrea

  15. Thunder

  16. Andrea

  17. Thunder

  18. Andrea

  19. Thunder

  20. Andrea

  21. Thunder

  22. Andrea

  23. Thunder

  24. Andrea

  Dear Reader

  FREE Story

  Playlist

  Acknowledgments

  Books by Verlene

  About Verlene

  Thunder – Desert Phantoms MC 1

  Verlene Landon

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  Thunder

  When the ghosts of the past live rent-free in a man’s heart, there’s no room for anyone else.

  For Nick “Thunder” Taylor, flying and the military meant everything. When life took an unexpected turn, he replaced one Hawg with another, embracing the brotherhood he found with the Phantoms. However, burying his past doesn’t mean it won’t come back to haunt him.

  After he patched in, Thunder had an unforgettable encounter with an amazing woman, only for her to ghost him.

  Three years later, he’s outraged when she walks into his clubhouse and pretends the whole thing never happened. Now he’s torn between discovering her game or playing a more pleasurable one with her.

  Either way, she’s not going to right her skirt, say thanks, and just walk away again.

  Dedication

  To everyone trapped in cages for your daily commute, you need something good, so this book is for you.

  1

  Thunder

  THREE YEARS AGO

  The kick to his ribs came out of nowhere, and the crowd cheered.

  While Killer was watching his opponent’s fists, he landed a rib cracker kick. Instead of putting him on the mat as intended, it just pissed him the hell off.

  Killer shouldn’t have played with the wiry fuck; he should’ve put him down in thirty seconds. But he was all about the show, and now he would have to hide a cracked rib for his fake fini-flight.

  Good thing he was already on terminal leave and the flight was little more than a glorified taxi for a photo-op. He’d already did all the official crap to become a civilian. His new life was well underway. He’d patched into the Desert Phantoms just days ago, earning his road name, Thunder. But here in the octagon, he was simply known as Killer. It was lame, but since he started fighting, while still showing up for his nine-to-five in the Air Force as a Hawg driver, he didn’t want any connection trailing right to his front door.

  Hell, that was why he’d been a probie with the Phantoms for what felt like since the Reagan administration.

  Fuck.

  I’m done playing around.

  Fifty seconds later, his opponent was out cold, and Nick was leaving the cage to thunderous applause. The sounds dulled to a low roar as his vision tunneled in on a smoking hot chick with muscular legs that he could see all the way from her stiletto heels to that kissable spot on her inner thighs.

  As he passed, he snagged her around her bare waist and leaned into her glossy brown locks. Before whispering in her ear, he inhaled the heavenly scent of amber and musk.

  “I just beat the shit out of that guy, and now I have a raging hard-on. So, I’m going back to the locker room to rub one out, or I can rock your world instead. What do you say?”

  Her laugh was rich and stroked his dick with the deep velvet quality of it.

  “Does that line usually work for you, Killer?”

  “Never tried it before.”

  “And I’ve never heard it before, so yay us.”

  “How does all that power feel?”

  Her eyes flared; she was a woman who loved power. If her Linda Hamilton, Terminator guns and well-defined abs didn’t give it away, the lust on her face at his words would’ve.

  “What power?”

  “Well, in about ten seconds that line will have either a one hundred percent success rate or a one hundred percent fail rate, and it depends solely on you.”

  “Wow.”

  “Is that a wow good, or a wow shot down in flames?”

  What happened next caused him to choke on his own tongue. The beauty in his arms shoved her hand into his shorts and squeezed his dick. A groan was pulled from his lips as she tested his girth. He wasn’t rocking a third leg or anything, but Nick had nothing to be ashamed of.

  Slipping her hand from his shorts, she leaned in and nipped his ear. Her voice had a breathy quality.

  “I love being part of the scientific process, especially when it’s a raging success.”

  With that, she turned on her mile-high heels and strutted toward the locker room. Nick’s brain took a couple of heartbeats to catch on, but when it did, he jogged to keep up.

  “Science fucking rocks.” Nick dropped back a few steps to appreciate the sway of her hips. As she opened the locker room door, she bent down and removed her underwear.

  Nick couldn’t believe what was happening. She pushed open the door and he was hot on her heels. He didn’t even know her name, but when she bent over the counter and made eye contact with him in the mirror on the wall, he wanted to fucking propose.

  “Okay, Killer, the night’s not getting any younger and I only have about fifteen minutes.”

  Her brown eyes sparkled in the fluorescent light, but when he dropped his gaze a groan flew from his lips. They were beautiful, but her perfect pink pussy was a work of art. The white mini-skirt she wore rode above her muscular cheeks and she was ready to take his cock.

  The fact he was rubbing his dick through his shorts and fixated on her ass was lost on him until she cleared her throat.

  When he raised his eyes back to her reflection, she was on her elbows with a gold foil packet between two of her fingers. That’s when he noticed the tattooed lettering, GOOD. The raised eyebrow gave her a fierce but mischievous look.

 
; Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth so to speak, Nick snatched the foil packet from her fingers, dropped his shorts, and rolled the condom down his aching cock.

  He stepped up behind her and used his foot to encourage her to widen her stance. His groan canceled out her moan when he dragged the head of his cock along her scorching hot lips and teased her clit.

  Impatience won out when she reached around and impaled herself with his cock.

  “FUCK!” He was a goner. Finesse be damned. Her heat hugged his cock just right, and he gave in to instinct.

  Thunder started hammering into her relentlessly. Watching his cock disappear into her willing body just made him hornier as he chased that perfect moment.

  Loosening the grip on her hips, he slid one hand right up her crop top. Thank God she wasn’t wearing a bra and grabbed a handful of her small but amazing tits. Her moan rocketed through the room when he pinched her nipple.

  “Harder, Killer,” she panted. “I’m not delicate. Fuck me like you hate me.”

  If it were possible for his dick to grow more, her words would’ve done that. Giving her nipple another rough pinch, Thunder took that hand and wound it into her silky hair and snatched her head back hard enough to sting her scalp for sure.

  “I do fucking hate you, babe. I hate that you’ve got me on the edge of coming before I’ve even kissed you.” He didn’t wait for her response, instead, he devoured her mouth. Thunder was positive his lip was bleeding from their teeth clashing, but she didn’t seem to mind, so neither did he.

  The power in his thrusts bounced the side of her face off the cracked mirror. Their grunting and cursing were hitting the crescendo when he felt her pussy flutter around his cock.

  Knowing he would not last, Thunder released her hair and dropped his hand to her clit. Gentle wasn’t a possibility, and his circles were rough, but she was enjoying the shit out of the way he handled her.

  “Fuck, Killer, I’m close. Damn, you know how to wield that thing.” Her face was smashed into the mirror as she spoke, but Thunder understood enough to puff up his ego. He decided he would take her out on an actual date, and when they did this again, he’d really show her what he could do. She flattened her hand next to her face and he read the word EVIL on her fingers. Good and evil, perfect.

  Stopping the rhythmic circles his finger was making, he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger. He picked up the pace and thrust as deep as he could and dropped his mouth to her ear.

  “Come all over my cock already so you can take my load.” With that, he bit her lobe. Not enough to draw blood, but hard enough to hurt.

  “Holyfuckdamnshitmotherdi… ahhhhh.” As soon as her orgasm hit, he couldn’t hold back a second longer. He thrust one last time, grinding his hips hard, and emptied his fucking balls into the condom. He collapsed against her back to catch his breath, but kept his weight off her. Not that she couldn’t handle it. She was built like a fucking brick house and Thunder loved his women sturdy. They tended to be a better fit for his enthusiastic bedroom activities and matched his… intensity.

  It was a euphoric moment until his rib started protesting, reminding him not only that he’d likely cracked it, but they were in the men’s locker room where anyone could come in at any moment.

  Yeah, we will definitely need to do that again.

  He knew Pound saw him follow—shit, he still didn’t know her name—and would be lurking around keeping people out. Problem was, he couldn’t keep the fighters out if they had a match.

  As reluctant as he was to do so, he stood back and slipped from her body. She rose and straightened her clothes before turning around.

  It was on the tip of his tongue to ask for her name and number when he noticed her temple was bleeding.

  “Shit, I hurt you.”

  “You didn’t hurt me, Killer. Quite the opposite, I’ve never felt better.” The wink did him in and her smile was heart-stopping.

  His hand rose and he swiped at the blood with his thumb. She hissed and turned back to the mirror. Which also had blood on one crack.

  “Shit. I can’t be bleeding. Fuck,” she cursed as she examined her wound in the mirror. It didn’t need stitches, but it was bleeding good.

  “I’m sorry. I was too rough, let me grab the first aid kit.”

  “Forget it. Not your fault. Besides, I like it rough, but I really can’t… I mean… I need to go. Thanks for the fuck, it was worth the flesh wound.” And with that, she fled. Thunder started after her, but he was standing there with his shorts around his ankles and a condom on his wilted dick. He couldn’t run anywhere.

  After discarding the condom and pulling his shorts up, he stepped into the hallway. Looking both up and down, but there was no sign of her. Pound was coming his way from the front. “Hey, brother, did you see a stacked chick headed your way?”

  “You mean the one in the white skirt who practically gave you a handy after the fight? The one I’m assuming you just fucked?”

  “Yeah, smartass, that one.”

  “Nope. I was guarding the hall for you. By the way, you’re welcome, asshat.”

  “Thanks, man. Let me get cleaned up and maybe we can hang around and see if she resurfaces.” Thunder figured she bolted through the back since she didn’t pass Pound. He wasn’t too worried; she’d be back at the fights. He’d caught glimpses of her a few times before, but she was always at the back of the crowd just watching the fights. Never talked to the fighters that he saw.

  “No can do. We’ve got about two minutes before we need to get gone. Granite called us in about fifteen minutes ago. We need to haul to make it in time.”

  “Shit, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

  “Because I had no desire to see your pasty white ass pounding some pussy. Besides, I knew you didn’t have the stamina to make us late. No wonder she bailed on you.”

  They stepped back into the locker room. “Ha-ha, very funny, asshole. I gave it to her just fine. Bet she had somewhere to be.” He felt a bit defensive about the whole thing. He was the one who bailed, not the one left standing with his dick out. Thunder didn’t fucking like this side of the situation one bit. He wasn’t a total asshole and wondered if the women he’d fucked and left felt this kind of emotional shit after he was gone.

  Probably not, he was always upfront and honest with them.

  After getting dressed in record time, he declared, “Let’s roll.”

  2

  Andrea

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” The styptic pencil stung as she applied it to the cut. It wasn’t a huge cut, it barely hurt, but if Ozzy saw it, he would pull her from the ticket. He may run questionable fights, but he actually cared about everyone who trained at The Rage Cage.

  She’d be a witch’s crusty cunt if she’d let that happen. After finally convincing Ozzy to give her a fight in his not so up and up circuit, she wasn’t about to blow it.

  Andy needed to be out there in five minutes and without an open wound. Not that the guys checked as thoroughly as the accredited fights, but they did cursory once-overs.

  After getting dressed but before wrapping her knuckles, she pulled her hair back… damn it.

  Left with little choice, she let her hair down, grabbed the scissors, and gave herself bangs. Fucking bangs.

  Bangs for a bang. The voice of her best friend sounded in her head. She knew Lexi would say just that when she saw her, and she’d have to explain why she gave herself fucking bangs like a bored middle-schooler on summer break with hormones taunting her they’ll look amazing.

  They did not look amazing. They looked hideous and set off her square jaw. Giving her an even more masculine appearance. With her body, it wasn’t hard to look manly. That’s why when she wasn’t trying to book a fight or training to fight, she loved her hair long and flowing, her makeup smoky, and her heels high. Bangs boxed in her features like some bowl cut little boy from the seventies who hates everything.

  However, the fight meant more to her than vanity. Besides,
they’ll grow out soon enough. She pulled the rest of her hair back and nodded to herself in the mirror and got one of the female fighters passing through to wrap her knuckles.

  Standing at the door, Andy took calming breaths before heading out. Excitement coursed through her body with a tingle, and not just the pre-fight kind. She could wait for the fighter she knew as Killer, the man who was responsible for a pretty amazing orgasm and some not so amazing bangs, to see she was a fighter too. He probably thought she was some fight groupie.

  Just thinking about him set her lady parts afire. Most men were intimidated by her or thought she wasn’t feminine enough to put on a little black dress and rock a cocktail party. Killer seemed very different. He wasn’t turned off by her muscles. In fact, he seemed to want to fuck her because of them.

  Her hopes were high that she could get his number and maybe do a repeat of their earlier locker room romp. She stepped out and one of the trainers, Cap, she thought his name was, met her at the door.

  “Ozzy put you with me. I see you’re wrapped up and ready to go. I’ve watched you training. Not feeling too bad about your chances tonight. What you need to do is avoid her left hook. I’ve seen her lay down fighters who out skilled her pound for pound with that left tap to the temple. You avoid that, and we got this. You ready?”