Taking Her Hard (Death's Door MC, 2)

  I want Deacon to be that someone. I want him to show me with those big, strong hands, the ones stained from his work, exactly how he likes it.

  And I bet he liked it rough, bet he could really dominate and control a situation, have a woman begging for more.

  I might be a virgin, might not be experienced in anything more than a hand job and some oral, but God, I wanted to learn a hell of a lot from Deacon. I wanted him to show me how a real man handled a woman.

  And no doubt he could.

  Deacon

  I set my hammer on my anvil, wiped my hands on my welding bib, and stared at her. My gaze focused on her ass, those two luscious globes moving just under her jeans as she walked away.

  I might not know her, hadn’t even said one fucking word to her, but none of that mattered.

  She thought I didn’t know she watched me every day. I did.

  She might think I didn’t know she wanted me. I did.

  What she didn’t know was that I wanted her, that I’d claimed her as mine from the moment I saw her. She was young as fuck, but old enough to be in college. I saw the bag she carried with the University logo on it. At the end of the day she’d be mine regardless.

  Only when she’d rounded a corner and I couldn’t see her anymore did I go back to work. I went over to the forge, picked up the tongs, and grabbed the piece of metal out. When I had it on the anvil, I picked up my hammer and went to work creating the custom sword a client had ordered. I didn’t know what the hell someone needed a sword for in this day and age, but I also didn’t ask questions. They paid so I made whatever they wanted.

  The bang of my hammer on the metal was a fucking symphony to my ears.

  But I knew hearing her scream my name would be even sweeter.

  I wasn’t going to wait anymore. I’d make her mine, make her see that there would be no other man for her. I’d be the only one who touched her, the only one who knew how she was in bed, bent over a counter, hell, anywhere I saw fit. It would be my cock she felt, my cock she grew addicted to.

  I’d make her never want for anything again, because my need for her—my obsession—went way behind sitting back and hoping fate would drop her in my lap.

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  If you like your books fast, sweet, and always dirty in the good kind of way … check out the Real Man stories below.

  Book 1: Lumberjack

  Book 2: Virgin

  Book 3: Baby Fever

  Book 3.5: A Real Man: Volume One

  Book 4: Experienced

  Book 5: Roommate

  Book 6: Arrogant

  Book 7: Feral

  Book 8: Dirty

  Book 9: Viking

  Book 10: Blacksmith

  Book 11: coming soon

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