Devil's Inferno (Blacksteel Bandits MC #3)

Choices must be made.
Tyler has been waiting a long time for this moment: Pete is going down for all of his crimes and all of the lives he’s ruined, and he’s going to make things right. Everything is falling into place… Except that he might just have to let go the love of his life for a second time…

Choices will decide it all.
Miranda finally has what she wants: the man she’s always loved, and now the aching gap in her heart is something close to healed. Now all she needs to do is figure out if he feels the same, and help him unravel a money scandal the likes of which she’s never seen.

And choices will determine fate of your heart…
Tyler’s been the underdog his whole life. Miranda has never been able to follow her dreams. This is the last chance they’ll have to break free… but will the good girl and the bad boy be able to stop denying their desires when it’s all over?

EXCERPT

Her head was heavy with thoughts after the scare with Baldie. She needed something to get her mind off all the somber thoughts. Her gaze flickered from Tyler, taking in the room. It was one of the worst motels they had the displeasure to stay at. “It's the last night in this motel room.”

“Yeah, it is,” Tyler answered, not quite sure about Miranda's sudden change in attitude.

She threw him a sidelong gaze. Her gaze darkened as a teasing smile twitched at her lips. “Same ritual as the last ones?”

Tyler couldn't help the small grin that tugged over his lips. His eyes danced with excitement as he asked, “You want to?”

“Today has been strenuous.” Her hand crept up his shirt, bunching a handful of cloth into a fist. She pulled and he bent slightly at the waist. She leaned close to his ear, catching his earlobe against her lips. She quickly released him, letting her hot words raze the inside of his ear, “For now, let's just have fun.”

She caught his lips as she pushed herself up on her tiptoes. Both of her hands grasped at his collar, and pulled. The buttons of his button-down shirt pinged and ricocheted in chaotic directions. Pleasure twanged through his body. Never had a woman torn his clothes from his body.

Her lips, hot and wet, worked their way down his body. From his lips, down his throat, over his chest. As she razed over his upper torso, she gently led him backward, until his legs slapped against the bed. Tyler stumbled and grunted, landing heavily on the squeaky bed. The bed frame groaned under him.

His new position didn't disturb her. Miranda gracefully descended to her knees, her hands a few steps ahead of her. As she skirted over his belly, her nimble fingers undid the button. Her gaze flickered to his face as the zipper hissed. Tyler inhaled sharply, suppressing shudders as she pinned him under her hot leer.

His pants slid down his legs and pooled around his feet. His toes curled into the threadbare motel carpet as Miranda lowered herself even farther. A groan rumbled through his chest, delighting in her small ministrations. With a mind of their own, his hands trailed to Miranda's head, his fingers tangled in her hair.