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  THE OUTLAW NEXT DOOR: AN MC ROMANCE

  First edition. August 21, 2018.

  Copyright © 2018 Nicole Fox.

  ISBN: 978-1386139775

  Written by Nicole Fox.

  Also by Nicole Fox

  A Bet & Bought Mafia Romance

  Full House (Book 1)

  Full House (Book 2)

  Full House (Book 3)

  A Hitman's Cold Heart Romance

  Bound to the Killer

  Taken by the Killer

  A Killer's Vessel Romance

  Ruined by the Hitman: A Mafia Romance

  Possessed by the Hitman: A Mafia Romance

  Asphalt Angels MC

  Engine (Book 2)

  Engine (Book 3)

  Banks Family Mafia

  Asa (Book 1)

  Asa (Book 2)

  Asa (Book 3)

  Big Cats MC

  Stroke (Book 1)

  Stroke (Book 2)

  Stroke (Book 3)

  Bratva Volkov

  Voti Infranti

  Speranze Infrante

  Peccati Infranti

  Broken Spires MC

  Dom's Baby: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Pleasing Dom: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  The Dom and Her: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Four Daggers MC

  Cole (Book 1)

  Cole (Book 2)

  Cole (Book 3)

  Fourstroke Fiends MC

  Owen (Book 1)

  Owen (Book 2)

  Owen (Book 3)

  Heaven's Horns MC

  The Daddy Next Door: An MC Romance

  The Outlaw Next Door: An MC Romance

  The Killer Next Door: An MC Romance

  Iron Crew MC

  Blaze (Book 1)

  Blaze (Book 2)

  Blaze (Book 3)

  Jagged Souls MC

  Grind (Book 1)

  Grind (Book 2)

  Grind (Book 3)

  La Bratva Volkov

  Les Vœux Brisés

  Espoir Rompu

  Marauders MC

  Rev (Book 1)

  Rev (Book 2)

  Rev (Book 3)

  Moretti Family Mafia

  Built to Kill

  Built to Ravage

  Built to Roam

  Patrizzio Family Mafia

  Adair (Book 1)

  Adair (Book 2)

  Rippers MC

  Broken Hearts

  Broken Spirits

  Broken Love

  Rossi Family Mafia

  King's Baby: A Dark Bad Boy Mafia Romance

  King's Old Lady: A Dark Bad Boy Mafia Romance

  King’s Tribe: A Dark Bad Boy Mafia Romance

  Satan's Chaos MC

  Hogtied: An MC Romance

  Captive: An MC Romance

  Bound: An MC Romance

  Seven Sinners MC

  Rider (Book 1)

  Rider (Book 2)

  Rider (Book 3)

  Sigma Saints MC

  Manhandled: An MC Romance

  Mangled: An MC Romance

  Roughed Up: An MC Romance

  Smoking Vipers MC

  Sinner

  Sinner and Saint

  Sinner and Scars

  The Ancestors MC

  Made to Riot

  Made to Beg

  Made to Survive

  The Brethren MC

  Pistol's Promise

  Pistol's Rage

  Pistol's Claim

  The Motor Saints MC

  Broken Wings

  Broken Claws

  Broken Hope

  The Silent Angels MC

  Maverick's Baby: An MC Romance

  Maverick's Blood: An MC Romance

  Maverick's Storm: An MC Romance

  Vegas Vipers MC

  Grit (Book 1)

  Grit (Book 2)

  Grit (Book 3)

  War Cry MC

  His Vessel: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance

  His Toy: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance

  His Plaything: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance

  Warhawks MC

  Broken Souls

  Bound Souls

  Wylde Ones MC

  Breaker

  Breaking

  Broken

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Also By Nicole Fox

  The Outlaw Next Door: An MC Romance (Heaven's Horns MC, #2)

  I’M DOWN ON MY KNEES FOR THE DADDY NEXT DOOR.

  Marion

  Colton

  Marion

  Colton

  Marion

  Colton

  Marion

  Colton

  Marion

  Colton

  Marion

  Colton

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  THE OUTLAW NEXT DOOR: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Heaven’s Horns MC Book 2)

  By Nicole Fox

  I’M DOWN ON MY KNEES FOR THE DADDY NEXT DOOR.

  I just wanted to get out of this town and start a new life.

  But then something unexpected happened...

  I got hooked on a bad boy.

  He’s filthy. He’s wrong. And he’s staying in the room next door.

  Colton Sears is bad news.

  He’s a criminal, a rebel, an outlaw with nothing but sex on his mind.

  So why can’t I stop thinking about him?

  It’s not like I don’t have better things to be daydreaming about.

  My life isn’t exactly cupcakes and sunshine, after all.

  I’m barely scraping by, working double shifts at a ratty diner,

  Flirting with gross men because I’m so desperate for tips.

  And living in this disgusting motel ain’t so peachy either...

  Especially not with a sexy, reckless neighbor who is nothing but trouble.

  But when Colton’s kid needs my help one day and Daddy is nowhere to be found,

  I do what any human would do and get the kid a snack.

  What a mistake that turns out to be.

  Before I know it, I’m up close and personal with the tattooed devil himself.

  I should hate him – he’s everything I’m trying to run away from.

  But one look in those steely eyes and I know I’m not going anywhere.

  I’m his now.

  Chapter 1

  Marion

  Every moment of every day of every year since my father had passed away, I had always followed the rules. Day by day, rule by rule, convinced somehow that being a good girl and doing as Dad always wanted me to do would somehow ensure my success.

  But following the rules and being good got me here, barely scraping by. I didn’t want to follow the rules anymore. I wanted to live, goddamn it. I wanted to know what it was like to breathe in freedom and taste it, roll it around on my tongue like a candy.

  Colton was my freedom. He was a rule breaker, the one who never gave a damn what the law, or anything else, had to say about him. I wanted that kind of nerve. And perhaps, if I inhaled the scent of him hard enough, if I let him inside, then perhaps I could be a little more like him.

  My thoughts had been dancing around the idea of being with him for so long, it almost didn’t feel real when he threw me against the comforter on my bed. But his body was so real, so hot and pressed against mine like he couldn’t bring himself to move away. His lips bit into mine, bringing forth a combination of burning desire and pleasure and pain that blended together until my head spun, leaving me breathless.

  “Even if I die tomorrow,” I decided, tearing at his claws with hands that didn’t seem to belong to me anymore. “At least I’ll know once what it was like to do whatever the hell I wanted, damn the consequences.”

  And there was a very good chance this would come with consequences that I would not be able to handle in the near future, but I would take those, too. In this very hot and heavy second, all of it seemed worth the risks.

  Colton pressed his body harder against mine, pressing open my legs with his knees. Without shame, I pressed myself against his thigh, grinding hard against the hard line of his body. I wanted to know what every inch of Colton tasted like, wanted to feel every line of him against or inside me. I wanted him more than I wanted to breathe or to eat. More than I wanted my business back.

  Colton’s mouth pressed against my throat, sucking hard enough I knew he would leave a mark. I writhed underneath him, moaning as he held me captive against the mattress. His hands wandered over me like an explorer in new territory. I wanted him to find the world under my clothing and explore that, too.

  I clawed at his clothing, demanding, pushing, pulling, grow
ling. I felt like I had lost myself, that I was buried under this new Marion that had surfaced the moment Colton’s mouth had brushed against my own. Colton ripped away enough to tear at my jeans; they crumpled down around my knees as the button popped off and flew across the room. The air on my skin felt hot and cold at the same time, and I moaned. I wanted him now. I wanted him hard.

  Shedding the rest of his clothing like it burned him, Colton revealed every inch of his beautiful flesh. His cock was hard and throbbing, and I felt my eyes drawn there. I wanted to suck him, to feel the length of him slide down my willing throat. But Colton had other ideas.

  Lifting me up off of the mattress, Colton kissed me hard enough to bruise me. My lips throbbed in time with my heartbeats, swollen and sore. I wanted, no, I needed—

  Grabbing my arms, Colton lifted me up, throwing me back against the wall. I stumbled backward, all of the blood boiling and rushing like raging rapids around my body, seething every inch of my skin on its way by. A very naked Colton slid his torn shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor as he came for me. My heart thundered like I was running a marathon as I watched those predator’s eyes find me, his tongue flicking out over his lips like he’d found his next meal.

  My pussy throbbed in time with my rapid heartbeats, wet and ready and waiting. Colton slammed into my body, throwing me hard against the wall. My shoulders ached with it, but it only made me hotter, only made the moisture building between my legs increase. Hot, fast kisses, hard and aching. Lips crashing, hands grasping, pulling, clawing. My nails drew blood along his shoulder as he picked me up, violence coloring his gray eyes. Wrapping my legs around his waist, Colton slammed me into the wall again, hard enough to shake the furniture.

  And before I could even catch my breath, he was inside me. Filling me, I could feel Colton’s cock stretch me. There was pain, such beautiful pain, that mixed and blurred along the edges of the pleasure. He was unbelievably huge inside of me, pressing hard against all of me. I could feel my body tighten around his cock, and I watched with wicked delight as his eyes closed in pleasure.

  Colton is inside of me. I was drowning in the feeling as he slowly, achingly slid out of me. Then he thrust so hard into my dripping pussy that I screamed, actually screamed, my nails biting hard into his skin. Blood dribbled down around my fingers as I howled like an animal, my shrieks growing in intensity as he fucked me like a goddamn jackhammer into the wall our motel rooms shared.

  His eyes burning, Colton pulled me away from the wall, dropping me on my feet, and pushed me face-first into the mattress. I stumbled, legs turned to liquid, collapsing to the bed. Before I could right myself, he was above me, riding me from behind like a dog. A strong hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pushing my face hard against the sheets. I fought to breathe, half humiliated and oh-so turned on. I slammed my hips back against him as he entered me, so much deeper and sharper from this angle.

  “Fuck!” I yelled, making Colton chuckle.

  “Is that what a lady should say?” he asked, slapping my ass hard enough to leave a mark. I mewled in time with his thrusts, feeling his cock pound a fast and hard rhythm into my body. I wanted more. I wanted so very much more.

  “Harder, harder, harder!” I begged, my voice muffled by the sheets as I clawed them.

  The hand on the back of my neck let up only for both of his hands to grab my shoulders. He used them as leverage, slamming ever harder and deeper into my pussy. The pleasure of his manhood ramming hard into me over and over again was overtaking me. I could feel my climax coming, the edges of it darkening the edges of my vision as I cried out.

  Someone knocked on the floor to my apartment from below, a voice angrily calling something through the paper thin floor. But I ignored him. Let him complain. I continued to howl Colton’s name, even as the banging continued.

  “Yes, Colton!” I shouted, my voice rough and unrecognizable. “Yes, yes, yes!” I was so close, I could see stars, and I could feel his rhythm change; he was close, too. I wanted to feel this wave crash over me; I wanted to drown in it.

  It slammed into me with the force of an ocean wave, starting at the base of my spine and exploding outward like a firework. I cried out, shouting my pleasure into the void. My eyes were clouded with stars, my whole body throbbed with the aftermath of this beautiful, all-consuming, painful pleasure. Every muscle twitched as Colton lifted me off of the mattress. A wicked smirk came over his face as he grabbed the sides of my face, forcing his huge cock in between my lips and into my waiting throat.

  “My turn now, Marion,” he whispered, then fucked my throat like he had my pussy.

  I could taste myself on the length of his dick; I tasted salty and strange. The length of him slid past my lips as I swallowed him again and again, my tongue caressing every inch of him I could reach. Digging my nails into his hips, I watched as that beautiful man fucked my mouth, hard and demanding.

  He came deep in my throat and I swallowed him down, watching through slitted eyes as he howled in pleasure. I took my time, licking the length of his cock clean, my eyes locked with his. Sweat dripped down our bodies as Colton collapsed to the bed nearly on top of me. And we lay there, a naked tangle of limbs and hair, until sleep overcame us both. Our bodies throbbed with the aftermath of the best sex I had ever experienced in my entire life.

  Chapter 2

  Colton

  The moment I woke, I knew I’d fucked up.

  You just had to bang her, then leave. How did you fuck this up? I asked myself, glancing across the tousled sheets and blankets at a still-slumbering Marion. She looked beautiful in the morning light that filtered through her dirty window. It glittered like gold off of the soft curls of her hair and turned her skin into a warm, glowing thing. I stared at her, watching as her chest rose and fell.

  She slept on her side like some sort of sleeping pill commercial, her hands under her pillow to cradle her face and smiling like she was dreaming about everything beautiful. I’d never seen anyone actually sleep so peacefully in my life, and I’d woken up next to dozens of women. I had to force myself not to reach out and brush the long, auburn curls from her perfect face.

  Fuck.

  I could feel my body harden in response to the sloping curves of her beautiful face and of her breasts under the sheets. I wanted her again. I wanted to replay that scene again where she screamed my name as she came over and over again. I wanted to hear her voice, darkened with lust, cry out and beg me for more.

  Blood boiling, I clenched my fists hard together, fighting the urge to have her again. It is supposed to be easier to leave now that I’ve had her, not harder. But if I was being perfectly honest with myself, I wanted her more than ever. I hadn’t even known that was possible.

  I stared down at the beautiful woman beside me, lust and rage and something deeper all growing inside of my chest until I could hardly breathe. This was Marion’s fault; it had to be. She had done something to me last night as I fucked her. Just the memories of our night together were enough hot enough to singe the sheets. The memory of her voice, darkened with lust as she cried out my name...

  A shiver slid down my spine between my shoulders. I should leave. I should get up right now and slip away, pretend from now on that I don’t know her. But even as I thought about it, about getting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed, nothing happened. I didn’t get up. I didn’t even move.

  Instead, one of my hands slipped out from under the sheets to stroke an errant strand of her silky hair from her angelic face.

  This was all wrong.

  But I couldn’t seem to help myself. Once I’d touched her, it was as though I was lost. I caressed her face, marveling at the smooth feel of her skin underneath my fingers. Without my consent, my hands moved down her body, caressing, touching, massaging every inch of skin I could find. My blood throbbed in time with my thundering heartbeats, boiling inside of my skin at the sight of that perfect body, naked right in front of me.

  Eyelashes fluttering like a princess waking from sleep in some fairytale, Marion’s brown eyes opened hesitantly, as though she was trying to hold onto a dream. A wicked smile spread across her lips as she saw me, her eyes darkening with a kind of lust that made my cock spring to attention like a soldier..