SLAM HER by Jaxson Kidman
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We meet again. This time it’s to experience the world of SLAM HER. Just like my previous releases (HARD KNOX & RENEGADE FIRE) there are true pieces of me all over this novel. I’m sharing all I’ve got with you. Please enjoy. You’ll never truly understand what it means to know you’re holding this book and what you’re about to read. Thanks for being part of it.
See you on the other side.
- Jax
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SLAM HER
Her old man put me in jail – so I stole her innocence.
She’s completely off limits, but I’m an outlaw who gets what he wants, when he wants it. As soon as I set my sights on Belle, I know I’m looking for real trouble. But I can’t help it. We’ve had encounters in the past, but right now, it’s all personal.
The only problem is the more I get to know her, the more I care. I’m told by the MC to stay away from anything that could have me back in prison, but when Belle confesses a dark secret from her past, I know the only way out of the mess I created is the truth.
The truth is going to hurt her… but what I plan on doing to show her my love, well, it might just cost me my life.
chapter one
(slam)
MONTHS AGO
All I wanted to do was down a few cold beers, pick a fight, knock someone’s f*cking teeth out, and then go back to the clubhouse to f*ck the first beauty that set her eyes upon me.
How I ended up next to an untamed virgin with blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and a cute flirty smile would forever be beyond me. Not to mention the way she sipped her fruity ass booze drink, nibbling on the straw, sort of smiling, those blue eyes like a beacon of f*cking light. But trust me, this outlaw wasn’t in the business of being saved or repented. My sins could make the most devout blush and weep.
But there she was, a goddamn virgin, somehow next to me, her slender shoulder bumping into mine as she hung with a bunch of her friends, giggling over every little comment and story. But there I was, listening in on that bullshit.
When our eyes finally met, I made sure to be like stone.
Her mouth opened and the straw fell back into the drink.
Come to me, babe. Come to Slam.
“Are we bothering you?” she asked me.
“Not as much as it bothers me that you have clothes on, babe,” I said and curled my lip.
Her eyes went wide and she leaned back to read the back of my leather cut.
Reaper’s Bastards, babe. So you know I ride hard.
“You don’t stand a chance,” she said to me.
She turned and put her back to me. I eyed the skin of her shoulders, wondering what kind of attention did she expect wearing such a tight tank top. For f*ck’s sake, her bra straps were hanging out.
At that time I didn’t know she was a virgin. For all I figured, she was some chick looking for a good f*ck. Or maybe she was on the prowl for a f*cking relationship.
I was the wrong guy for that.
I stood up and nodded to Jimmy, the bartender. He came over as I finished off my last beer. I took out a handful of cash and tossed it on the bar.
“This is too much, Slam,” he said to me with his lingering Irish accent.
“I’m giving you a big tip,” I said.
“You never leave a tip,” Jimmy said. “Don’t start trouble tonight, Slam.”
I nodded to the virgin next to me. “Buy her a couple rounds. On me.”
I took a step away and I felt a hand grab my wrist. I looked down as I towered over the virgin as she sat there. Her cheeks slowly turned red. I could see right down her f*cking top and made no attempt to hide it. What the f*ck did I care? If you’re gonna let your tits hang out, I’m gonna look at them.
Take it as a compliment, babe.
The virgin just sat there, holding my wrist. Well, she was trying to hold my wrist. Her little grip didn’t stand a chance against me. I was thick everywhere. And, f*ck, yeah, I looked at her little hand and thought about her trying to grip my cock.
Shit, what else was the point of looking at her, right?
I’d rip every piece of clothing off that tight body of hers and devour everything. I’d take that cherry with pride, give her a minute to understand what was happening, and then ruin her for life. She’d never have a man like me again. She’d spend the rest of her life searching but would never find it.
“Thanks for the drinks,” she said.
I reached forward and slipped my finger under the strap of her shirt. Goddamn, her skin was like warm silk. My fingers wanted to slip between her legs and feel more of her silk.
I hid her bra strap and nodded. “There. Be careful, babe, wouldn’t want anyone dangerous to hit on you.”
I walked away from the virgin.
I spotted some guy eyeing her. He was holding a pool stick and had a muscle shirt on with toothpick arms and a tattoo of a skull. He was a f*cking poser, probably riding on a crotch rocket, trying to score a blow job. I approached him and he quickly mouthed off to me so I broke the pool stick over his face.