Page 101 of Size King

By S.C. Adams

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About This Book

InSingle Biker Daddy, we discover that love, politics, and warfare are mingled together. There’s love, fighting, friendship, rivalry, and fun to be had.

Dustin Walker is a member of a biker gang and a single dad who is looking for retribution for the death of his wife. Along the way, he meets Megan, a beautiful woman who happens to work for Dustin’s enemy…

Dustin and Megan quickly come together, hoping to discover what it is they’re really looking for. Are they seeking romance, sex, or could it be motivated by the turbulence between gangs?

Regardless of what they’re looking for, what they find is the answer to their lives. But will they live long enough to discover the truth? In a world where gangs rule the streets and gunfire is an all too common occurrence, it’s anyone’s guess.Single Biker Daddyis an offer you can’t refuse.

No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA.

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Dustin

I’ve owned my own bike shop in Reno for over five years now. Well, I’veco-owneda bike shop in Reno for over five years.

My name is Dustin Walker; I’m thirty, a single father, and a biker. I’m the Vice-President of a local biker club, the Crimson Wheels, and it goes without saying, but I’ve seen a lot of shit.

The Crimson Wheels is publicly referred to as a club, but everyone knows what we’re really about. The club was founded by my best friend Cody and myself. We started things up almost ten years ago after we fell in love with our bikes and found ourselves always involved in unseemly things.

In order to get eyes off us whenever we were up to “business,” primarily eyes belonging to the law, Cody and I started up our specialty bike shop that we run and operate six days a week downtown, called Dual Wheel Duo. Owning a legitimate business is a great way for us to keep the heat off ourselves and a great way to make a living, if you know how to do it.

We had built up our business over the years, and things were going great, and then one day, another bike shop opened downtown and started taking away good chunks of our clients. Whenever we would try and sway those clients back, it wouldn’t work. Then, as weeks passed and we tried offering new deals and lower prices to all our regulars, we watched even more of our regulars going over to the new rival shop. It was like no matter what we did, these unknown newcomers always outdid us.

So, after two months of getting our asses kicked, Cody and I decide to go over and check out the competition on one slow Wednesday afternoon. The rival shop is called Ultra-Cycle, and we know little about it other than the name.

We are stopping by with an old bike that we plan on using as “bait” to see what all the store offers and what their prices are like. When we are pulling into the Ultra-Cycle parking lot, little do I realize that entering the shop under a pretense is unnecessary.

Cody and I enter Ultra-Cycle, expecting it to be crawling with fellow male bikers. Instead, there is only one woman in the shop, hanging out and leaning against the checkout counter. She is on her phone when we walk in, but she quickly puts it away once she sees that she has customers.

I am instantly attracted to her. She is drop-dead gorgeous, with long curly brown hair, kind brown eyes, soft full lips, and a sexy, curvy physique. She has a little chub on her, but it looks good on her. Even though she is a bigger girl, she is perfectly put together.

“Hey there, boys,” says the Ultra-Cycle girl. “What can I do for you?”

“I want you to tell me your name,” I request.

“I’m Megan,” she replies. “What’s your name?”

“Call me Dustin,” I answer.

I extend my hand awkwardly, and she takes it. We shake hands, and Cody rolls his eyes.

“What brings you here today, Dustin and friend?” she wonders.

“I’m sorry—Megan, this is my good friend and business associate, Cody Anderson,” I say, introducing them. “Megan, we came by here today to drop off a bike and see what you guys thought our problems might be.”

“You seem like a pretty bright, capable guy,” Megan comments. “You needusto help you out? My word. What seems to be the problem?”

“Sometimes it’ll start, and sometimes it won’t,” I reply. “Cody and I have tried looking at it. We can’t figure out what’s going on.”

“Well, I’m sure we can figure it out,” says Megan. “The shop owner isn’t in right now, nor are any of our mechanics. They should be back soon, though. Let me check our availability.”

She walks back behind the counter. I notice a tattoo on the back of her neck that appears to extend down her back. I am incredibly turned on by this girl, and I can’t keep my eyes off her.