Page 1 of Craving Her

Chapter 1

All eyes swiveled to the rowdy group in the back of the club when another cheer went up. Renegade hid a grimace behind his bottle. Hell, all eyes would have swung to them anyway. They’d shut down the shop early to celebrate his graduation. He’d told them it wasn’t a graduation. So what, he got his GED, no big deal. At twenty-nine it was overdue. No need to make a fuss. But when he’d called his mom to tell her, she’d cried. Most awkward talk they’d ever had. He grimaced again. Not exactly true. That honor went to when he told his folks he was out of there. Dropping out of school and moving in with Rogue, another Roarer’s prospect. His police officer father had almost had a heart attack. He knew exactly what Renegade was signing up for with the one percent club. He’d done everything he could to keep Renegade on the straight and narrow. Telling himyoudon’twant to go down that road, son. Itdoesn’tlead anywhere good.He didn’t understand that all the rules he put in place to keep Renegade safe, is what drove him away. They were happier now, that he’d settled in Stone’s Throw, Michigan. His father had dropped by to check out the shop. If driving five centuries to visit was dropping by. His dad would never take his word that the Roarers were a different club now. No longer one-percenters. They’d joined the other ninety-nine percent of clubs that rode for pleasure, not profit. But once he’d concluded his investigation, they’d actually had a decent time. Kicked it in a way that would have made the younger Renegade cry laughing. If someone had told him it would happen. In a town known for its famous Liberty bridge, they found a way to bridge their differences. Which had made his mom cry some more. God, if he ever found a woman who cried that much, he’d start the ignition and peel off from the curb. And take off like the cops were after him.

Rector raised his ginger ale to salute him. He didn’t mess around with women, booze, or drugs. Before Ruiz was sent away, and left him in charge, he’d done all three. Was he waiting for Ruiz to get out before he celebrated again? He shook his head, the hell if he could get inside Rector’s head. If he wanted to live like a priest, then so be it. It wasn’t for him. No way. He had an itch and was looking for the right woman to scratch it.

He’d thought he’d found it on the first day of his GED night class. He’d walked in the room and saw her long brown legs. The long curves of her legs and thighs led to the perfect globes of her butt. Giving him a boner that the teenaged Renegade would have used his backpack to cover up. Damn, she was sexy. He must have grunted, or maybe she heard the sound of his drool. Because she turned around, eyed him up and down over her wire-frame glasses, and put him in his place. Literally.

“You’re late. We have a lot of material to cover, so please be on time in the future. Tardiness disrupts the class. It makes absorbing the information difficult for the other students. Students who are serious about passing their test.” She pinched her lips into a semblance of a smile. And waved him to his seat. The only seat left, was directly in front of her. Her voice had cut like shards of glass, but his dick stood up and volunteered to get sliced. Dammit, why did she look even better from the front? Although again his dick had debated that point.

Shit, he should be celebrating. Another toast had gone up. Although now brothers were pretty much toasting anything. Their eyes stalked the crowd, looking for a lady to spend some time with. Which was what he should be doing. Damn her, he hadn’t been able to get a hard-on for anybody since his first day in class. His dick still worked, but only for her. He gulped down another swallow. Now the class was over, it wasn’t like he’d ever see her again. But if they did. They’d meet as equals. And maybe he’d teach her a thing or two…

Three weeks, two hours, and, he checked his watch. Twenty-two minutes after their last class, she walked into the shop. Like he’d willed it. Like the erotic dreams, he couldn’t escape, called her on some weird psychic hotline. She stopped at the reception desk and spoke to Rector. The ice in her voice had melted down to a smooth milkshake. Creamy smooth. And yep, he was hard again. The first hard-on he’d had since the class had ended. Well, the first one outside of his dreams and showers. He slid behind Rector, “I’ll take this one.” She bit her lip. Twisting her fingers and watching him. Was she nervous? Good. “Hello, Miss Hannigan.”

Rector froze, no doubt, his eyes popped out of their socket. But Renegade refused to take his eyes off her face to look. Everybody knew about Miss Hannigan. “You sure man? I got this.” And there he was, club priest instead of club prez. Did he think, Renegade was going to take out some twisted revenge on her? Hell no, the only thing he wanted to twist was her legs around his ass.

“Thanks, but…” The phone rang and Renegade arched his brow. “You’re busy.” He waved towards the phone. “I’ll take care of Miss Hannigan.”

She darted a glance at Rector. Probably hoping she could hide behind his bulk. But he was busy with the phone and the schedule. His huge fingers whipping across the keyboard. Pulling up info, or whatever he did to keep their clients organized. She turned back to him. Taking in his crossed arms and cocked head. Sizing him up like she had the first day. But this time he was on his turf, and she wasn’t going to embarrass him. He should be a little embarrassed about his dick tenting his jeans but, nope. “How can I help you, Miss Hannigan?”

“It’s a little private. Maybe I should come back.” She took a step back as if she was backing away from a large jungle beast. “When you’re not so busy? I thought you took walk-ins. But I can schedule for another…”

He turned his head back to Rector. Daring him to contradict him. “I’m free. Rector, do I have anybody.”

Rector glared at him. Probably thinking of the clients he’d have to reschedule or the tats he’d have to do to cover for him. But Renegade didn’t care. “You’re good.” His deep voice grumbled.

Renegade smiled. Maybe showing all his teeth would make her feel comfortable. Maybe he didn’t look like a shark about to take a big bite of a tasty morsel. “Right this way, Miss Hannigan.”

“It’s Elyse. And where are we going?” Her voice shuddered out in a husky whisper.

He ignored it. She’d be Miss Hannigan the teacher in need of a lesson. Hadn’t he fantasized enough about that? Fantasized this very scenario? The sexpot teacher walking in, desperate for his help. Him willing to give it, but only if she paid for it with her body. Why she was penniless in his fantasy? The hell if he knew. And his dick didn’t care. “We’re going in the back.” He gave her his shark smile again. Enjoying her gulp as she swallowed hard. “You said it’s private. So I’m taking you to a room where we can be alone.”

Chapter 2

This was a mistake. The dumbest idea she’d ever had. He’d taken one look at her and his eyes gleamed. Like twin microscopes seeing right through her. If she was a smart as people thought she was, she would have run out the door. “Ms. Hannigan” he gave a serial killer smile. How can I help you today?”

She bit her lip. He wasn’t going to make it easy for her. Maybe she deserved it. It wasn’t his fault that he looked so damn good he’d paralyzed her when he’d walked into her classroom. No man should look that good if he wasn’t on the cover of a steamy romance book. She wrote erotic romance books. And she’d pay to have him on one of her covers. He was every woman’s fantasy. And he was staring at her. Had she wandered off, picturing him with sweaty rippling abs on the front of a book? “I wanted to get a tattoo removed. But it’s in a sensitive spot.” His eyes widened. He hadn’t been expecting that one. Not from Miss Hannigan. But dammit, Miss Hannigan was human.

“A sensitive spot?” His eyes lowered to her groin. The gold flickered in his dark hazel eyes like embers of flame. “Inner thigh?”

Her thighs trembled and pressed closer together. “No, of course not.” She snapped. Okay, now she did sound like a Miss Hannigan, repressed schoolteacher. Not exactly the seduction she was going for. And dammit she was going for it. She was tired of brushing the dust off her v-jay every time she used her vibrator. He wasn’t her student. He was a hot guy and dammit she was a hot girl. There was no reason they shouldn’t have hot times together. And maybe if she kept repeating it, she’d make herself believe it. Why didn’t he say anything? His arms folded across his chest. Waiting for her to do all the work. Her words stumbled out and she cringed. “It’s on my back.”

He tilted his head. Cocking it and winging a brow up. His deep voice asked. “On your back or on your backside?”

“I guess, a little of both. It’s on my lower back.” She slid her hand to cover the spot right over the crack of her ass.

His eyes widened big enough to shoot basketballs through. “Miss Hannigan, do you have a tramp stamp?”

Dammit, yes she did. “No, I don’t.” She lied, kinda, sort of. “It’s a lower back tattoo and I told you. It’s Elyse, we’re not in school.”

“And you’d like your tram…” His smile Lucifered. Was that even a word? It wasn’t, but it should be. She would make it one in her next book. It would mean, when his smile turned into Lucifer’s. She shivered. “You’d like your lower back tattoo removed?”

“No problem. I specialize in tattoo removal. But some are more difficult than others. You might have to come back on more than one occasion.” He led her to a table. “Here, sit down and let me take a look. She sat down and watched as he went to the sink and washed his hands. Not at all like she expected. What did you expect? The pristine professional room was nothing like her writer’s mind had imagined. It wasn’t seedy and dark. It was clean and bright. Too bright, like a doctor’s office. Only the doctor was the hottest doc she’d ever seen. She slid right back to fantasy world. Planning another book. The hot doc and the schoolteacher. He finished washing his hands. Drying them on a white towel before approaching the table. “Please lay down.” He winged his brow again when she laid on her back. Duh. Guess she’d have to turn over. Oh God. Her butt clenched when he hovered over her plump ass. Her curves covered both edges of the table. Didn’t matter, she wasn’t the only full-figured woman he’d ever worked on.

“I’m going to pull your shirt up, just a bit, to look. Is that okay, Ms. Hannigan?”

She nodded. “It’s Elyse”, slipped out again on a soft whisper. Her skin burned as if he’d leaned over and sighed on her. Which he didn’t, get your mind out of your fantasy, Elyse. He is being professional.

“Elyse, I only see the top. Can you unbutton so I can slide your pants down a bit?

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