What are they doing to me? You know, I’ve worked so hard to get where I am; I deserve a little fun, and that’s what I’m going to have.
I have a feeling these two are going to destroy me for any other men, and I can’t wait.
The End for Now
Meet the men of the Rowdy Rebels MC coming the summer of 2021
About the Author
A Midwesterner and a readaholic most of her life, one day an idea came into her head and a writing career was born. She’s a sucker for happily ever afters and loves creating fictional worlds that others can get lost in. She loves putting her characters through the ringer but loves when they get to that satisfying, swoony ending.
When the voices in her head give it a rest, which isn’t often, she can always be found with her e-reader in her hand. Some of her favorites include Aurora Rose Reynolds, (the queen) Kristen Ashley, Kaylee Ryan, Natasha Madison, and Harper Sloan. Evan finds a lot of her inspiration in music, movies, TV shows, and life.
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Wrong Address
By Mandy Michelle
Chapter One
Jason
Casey Andrews?
Jason shook the long narrow package he found in his mailbox. He was not Casey, but it was his address, Apartment 3B, typed on the label.
He tossed the parcel down on the kitchen table with his latest copy of Biker Beauties and jogged back down to the lobby. C. Andrews. Apartment 3C.
Ah. The little cutie next door. Only moved in a few weeks ago.
Five feet zilch, fiery red hair, and big, nerdy glasses. She seemed shy, but there was more to her than met the eye. The girl had a voracious sex life. He heard a lot of moaning through their shared wall.
He wouldn’t admit it to anyone in his motorcycle club, The Rolling Devils, but he had gotten off to the sound of her cries of pleasure a time or two.
Jason wanted her, but she never gave him the time of day. She went out of her way not to meet his lascivious gaze. It was probably because he was a leather clad, tattooed biker and she was the buttoned-up, office type.
Now he had a package to deliver. And if she was lucky, he might let her open his package too.
Chapter Two
Casey
Delivered.
Yet, besides her latest issue of Toned and Tattooed magazine, her mailbox had been empty. The discreet parcel she was waiting for was not there when she had checked her box before leaving for work.
Her stomach dropped. Someone else had her package.
What had she been thinking? She should have just slipped on a pair of black shades and went to the grimy XXX shop on the other side of town like Jessa told her to.
After a rare night of drinking over Skype with her best friend back home in Kansas, Casey had confessed her birthday wish was a big purple vibrator. In her inebriated state, she had placed the order that very night. Something to bring to life all that porn she watched.
But it was more than that. She couldn’t count the times in the last couple weeks she had fantasized about her sexy new neighbor, his leather jacket, toned thighs in torn jeans, and mussed hair, tousled by the wind from riding on his Harley.
Casey took her glasses off and rubbed her hands over her reddening face. Someone in her building had her brand-new vibrator. She groaned.
“What’s that, Casey?”
She closed the e-mail, with the helpful photo of exactly what she ordered bright on the screen and looked up at her co-worker Russ. “Sorry?”
“I thought I heard you call me?”
She bit her lip and closed her eyes. The sweet guy in the cubicle next door was always looking for an excuse to talk to her. “Nope.”
“Oh. Uh, okay.” He laughed. “I’ll let you get back to work.”
“Thanks.” Back to worrying was more like it.
After looking over her shoulder, she opened the online order form once more and doublechecked the address she had entered.
And there it was. 3B.
THREE.
FREAKING.
B.
Not 3C. Not her own address. She had entered in the apartment number of her sexy biker neighbor.
It must have been her subconscious.
J. Campbell was on her mind.
A lot.
The man was a god of tats and leather.
He was her dream man, but he was a biker, and she was a nerd with giant glasses, tiny boobs, and not one single tattoo. She was way outside his league.
The worst part, he now knew she ordered a vibrator.
Casey could just imagine him, legs astride a big black hog, laughing with his friends, with his girlfriends―multiple, she was sure he was a three-way kind of guy―about his loser neighbor and her buzzing boyfriend.
When her head hit the desktop, it was loud, and she felt Bradley, Warren, and Russ staring at her. She didn’t need to look up to feel their gazes. She sobbed. Her life was over.
Chapter Three
Jason
Jason heard her keys jingling. The curse words whispered under her breath when she dropped them.
Every damned day.
And then the door closed.
He heard her turn on her favorite alternative rock station and imagined her moving that sexy little body of hers around the apartment as she stripped out of her clothes.
She must work in one of those stuffy skyscrapers downtown. It didn’t suit her.
Not the girl he heard behind the wall.
Jason looked down at the package on the table and laughed.
His neighbor was a wild girl.
His fingers itched to strip her down himself and ink her with his own hands. To mark her with his art.
He didn’t want to stop there, either, but it would be a hell of a start.
He picked up the plastic dick, bright purple, and looked it over.
How was this sexy? How did this turn a girl on? It was half the size of his own cock, thinner.
“What’s this? A place for batteries.” He walked over to his kitchen drawer, found a pair of AAs, and loaded them inside. He flicked the switch and watched the toy vibrate, rotate a little.
He shut it off.
Poor girl.
This should be a last resort. It was hardly a replacement for the real thing.
It was a cry for help, really.
He was more than willing to rescue the adorable girl next door.
Right the hell now.
Chapter Four
Casey
Phone tucked between her head and shoulder, cheesy elevator music playing in her ear, Casey paced the apartment in her underwear while waiting for her shower to heat up.