Chaser

We roll together. He takes total control, leading us both to the place he wants us.
I call out his name again and again.
He silences me with a kiss and presses himself against me.
I love that weight on me.
I love his strong, thumping heartbeat against my chest, my own seeming to match it.
I love his lips on my temple, and the sweet nothings he whispers in my ear.
The man has conquered my body, but that isn't all.

When people inevitably bring up my weight, I usually tell them that as far as that's concerned, I've thrown in the towel and picked up the napkin.

In my little Floridian town of Defiance, I used to get my share of attention, but I always kept my distance from the types of men who visited the diner I work at.

I knew well enough that playing it safe meant not turning my heart over to one of the long haul truckers who rumbled through town. I'm just not cut out for that kind of life—no good at waiting.

Nobody warned me that saving my heart would also mean keeping my eyes off the sexy members of the Category Five Knights, the new Motorcycle Club that rolled into Defiance.