Series: Spartan Riders #2
Author: J.C. Valentine
Genre: MC Romance
Publication Date: July 26, 2016
Talia McKinnon said goodbye to love the day she signed the divorce papers and moved across the country looking for a fresh start. With work occupying her days and nights, a relationship is the last thing on her mind, until a run-in with a hot-as-Hades, leather clad biker changes her mind. He’s everything she shouldn’t want but has to have. The problem is, he’s not that easy to catch.
Tucker “Country” Abrams believes in two things: brotherhood and women. He takes his job seriously and his women hard, but at the end of the day, the only loyalty he has is to his club. So when a night with a beautiful stranger threatens to change everything, he’s quick to apply the brakes. But when a little detective work reveals that Talia may be much more than a one-night stand, Tucker is tasked with an impossible decision. Will he push her away, or go against every instinct he has and pull her closer?
“So are you going to tell me why you put eyes on me?”
A muscle in his jaw jumped, and his lips pressed into a firm line. Which was why she knew that the next words to leave his mouth were going to be either an out-and-out lie or only a smidgeon of truth.
“Like I said, the city isn’t the same as it used to be. I like knowing that you’re safe while I’m gone.”“Awww, sniffles,” she jeered to his obvious vexation. Dropping the act, Talia said, “Why don’t you stop treating me like a delicate flower and tell me why you really did it.” If she sounded a little peevish, it’s because she was. Having a tail that he’d put on her was dangerous. One slipup on her part and her cover would be blown. She couldn’t very well spend her days trying to shake one of his men while on the way to meet one of hers. It just wouldn’t work.
Tucker snorted. “A delicate flower? I don’t think the way I treated you could be described as delicate, sugar.”
“Are you being fresh with me, Tuck? Because I’m being serious right now. If you don’t tell me what that man out there on the bike was all about, I will punch you in the mouth for lying to me.”
Fire danced in his eyes and a cocky smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. “Has anyone ever told you, you are sexy as hell when you’re mad? Because I am two seconds away from ripping those clothes off and demonstrating how turned on you’re making me right now.”
Despite her irritation, a warm, fuzzy feeling tickled in her belly, but Talia forced herself to focus. “Answers, Tuck, or else.” She shook an angry fist in the air between them, demonstrating what she would do to him if he didn’t start talking. See, two could play at this game.
As if her threats didn’t concern him at all, Tucker started laughing…and he didn’t stop for a good long time. What must have been several minutes later, his eyes watering and his face red as a beet, he took a deep breath and finally calmed down.
Arms folded over her chest, Talia made the picture of a woman who was well and truly past the limits of her patience, yet she was, remarkably, still holding on by a thread.
“You really want to know why I put him out there?”
She arched a brow that said duh. Of course, she did!
“Fine, but don’t freak out, okay?” He waited for her to agree before continuing. “When I left earlier, I saw a van sitting down the block. I didn’t like the looks of it, so I asked one of the prospects to come down and keep an eye out until I got back.”
Her watchdogs, no doubt. That he’d noticed them at all was a problem. Either they were too obvious, or he was entirely too observant. But the reason behind why he acted the way he had? Well, that wasn’t so bad. Actually, it was kind of sweet when she thought about it. Her irritation fizzling away, she dropped her arms down to her sides, deciding to let him off the hook. “You really did that for me?”
His eyes softening, Tucker replied, “I just found you. No way am I letting someone take you away from me.”
Jesus, he was good. “If this is a line just to get in my pants,” she said, “it’s working.”
His answering smile was salacious. “I think we’ve already established that I don’t need lines to get in your pants, but I’m glad it’s working nonetheless.”
Cupping the back of her head, he pulled her over for a kiss. Leaning into him, Talia threaded her fingers through his hair, wondering just how far she could take this and remain objective. Don’t get attached, McKinnon. Don’t get attached.
Grasping her hip, Tucker urged her into his lap, situating her legs on either side of his. Surprisingly, her being on top was one position they hadn’t fully explored yet. Fishing one hand up her thigh and under her shorts, he fingered her slit while his other hand snaked beneath her top to massage her breast. Talia’s eyes rolled back into her head, and she moaned, loving the feel of his hot hands against her skin. As he pushed a finger inside of her, she began rocking her hips.
“That’s right, sugar, ride it. Show me how you’re gonna fuck me.”
His words, so crass, made her pussy clench, aching for more. Her hips moved faster as if having a mind of their own, and when Tucker flipped her shirt up and leaned forward, clamping his teeth down on one hard nipple, a jolt of pleasure shot like lightning down past her navel and straight to her clit. Her eyes shot open, finding his. She felt almost crazed as she gazed down at him, riding his finger like she wanted to ride his cock.
He must have read her right, because the next thing she knew, his hand had left her breast. She whined her complaint, then licked her lips in anticipation when she saw why.
Reaching between them, he dug inside the waistband of his pants, pushing them down with his wrist as he pulled his weeping cock out. Standing straight, it jutted from his hips, as thick as her wrist with fat veins standing out in stark relief. Unable to help herself, Talia ran her fingertip over the flushed head, spreading the silky juices around. The pulse between her legs grew so intense, it was almost painful, and he must have been suffering too, because Tucker’s head dropped back against the headboard, a moan spilling past his lips as he began to pump his shaft in long, measured strokes.
“Sit on me, sugar,” he urged, desperation evident in his voice. “Fuck me good and hard.”
With his head thrown back, his muscular throat on full display, his lips parted and skin flushed, he was the picture of masculine hotness.
Talia’s inner vixen rose up onto her knees, and she peeled aside her shorts, revealing her wet and ready pussy. Seeing her bare and ready for him, Tucker’s chest rose and fell heavily, and he angled himself toward her, holding his shaft at the ready.
Bracing her hands on his shoulders, Talia positioned herself over him and slowly lowered herself down. He slid in slowly, easily, fitting tight as a glove and filling her to capacity.
When she was fully seated, they both groaned, taking a moment to absorb the sensation of being connected. Then, with deliberate slowness, Talia began to move.
|This is the second book in the additive MC series, Spartan Riders. I had not read the first book Grit, but as soon as I started reading Mettle, it was easy to pick up the back story but this is mainly about the hot as hell romance of Talia and Tucker.|
Tucker Abrams aka Country is the SA for the Spartan Riders. His focus is his brothers of the MC but he also has a huge love of women, lots of women. He doesn’t do relationships so when one of the hang arounds starts to read more into their repeat hook ups, he cuts her off and goes to a bar in search of new fun. When he spots the sexy woman at the bar he knows his night is on the up. If only he knew the secret she was hiding.
Talia is off men full stop. Ever since she finally got a divorce she left town and moved as far away from her old life as she could. Her mantra of the single life takes a dint when she meets Tucker, who is one sexy ass biker she just can’t say no to. The moment these two get together the countdown to explosive passion was set.
I loved this storyline and the chemistry between Talia and Tucker was tangible. It was intensity at its best and just grabbed me from the get go. Tucker was a pure unapologetic ALPHA, with his growly voice and his domineering persona, I was hooked! Talia was a go getter and instantly likable and not one of these wimpy wispy women we come across so often in romance books. I love it when the h is a sassy ball buster that hides a painful past. She was also hiding one heck of a secret that I was wondering how the reveal would go down.
I must admit I did think the backstory of the war between MCs was easily resolved but as I had not read the first book, then I am not sure what had already gone down in relation to that. I also thought that when Tucker finds out Talia’s secret it would be more dynamic but other than a few weeks of angst and hurt it was soon over to move on to the HEA. However these are the only areas I wanted just a little bit more on as other than these, I loved everything else about it. So much so I am going back to read Grit to fill in some of the questions I had going through my head as I was reading Mettle. It will also let me find out all about the sexy pres Blake and his teach, Gabby.
Overall a smoking hot, intense MC read that I definitely recommend all MC lovers pick up to read next. Four and a half stars.
ARC kindly provided by the author in exchange for an honest review
Have you met the prez of the Spartan Riders MC? Meet Blake and Gabby in the first book of the series, Grit.
Gabby Morgan isn’t looking for love. Not even a little romance. Following a rocky past that she’d just as soon forget, she’s determined to focus on the future. One that most certainly doesn’t involve the tough-as-nails, short-on-words, hot-as-hell biker…or his kid.
Blake Mahone may not be done with women, but he’s finished with relationships. Then Gabby Morgan enters the picture. She’s flawless, refined, and as his kid’s teacher, way out of his league. She acts like she hates him, but her eyes tell a different story. Before he knows it, Blake finds himself hot for teacher, and he’s more than ready to learn all her secrets. Now all he has to do is convince her to give him a shot…without getting them both killed in the process.
Meet J.C. Valentine
J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Series. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry.
J.C. earned her own happily ever after when she married her high school sweetheart. Living in the Northwest, they have three amazing children and far too many pets and spend much of their free time together enjoying movies or the outdoors. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors.