Page 1 of Irresistibly Wicked

Chapter One

ZANDER WICKED DRIFTED out of a dream, greeted by the scents of perfume and sex and the warmth of two soft womanly bodies draped over him. Just the way he liked it. He opened his eyes, trying to get his brain to focus on the unfamiliar room and remember the names of last night’s playmates. Katie and Miranda? Or was it Megan? He’d gone out after church, which was what the Dark Knights motorcycle club called their Wednesday-night meetings. The evening came rushing back in a blur of tequila shots, dancing, and a hell of a good time with the buxom blonde and curvy redhead.

Blondie’s hand slid down his stomach, and she murmured, “Morning.”

“Let’s make it a good one. Don’t stop there,” he coaxed, earning an appreciative sound as she kissed her way down his body. The redhead snuggled closer, and he palmed her ass, turning to kiss her as his cell phone rang somewhere beside the bed. “Fuck.”

“I’m up for that,” Red said as he leaned over her in search of his phone, her lips finding his chest.

“Let it ring,” Blondie complained, trying to tug him back down to the mattress.

He snagged his phone from the nightstand, unsure how it got there, and saw his older brother Zeke’s name on the screen right below the time, 7:20. “Shit.” He bolted off the bed. “I gotta go.” Zander was known for fucking around in his personal life, but he worked for his family’s business, Cape Renovations, and he took that work seriously.

“Wouldn’t it be more fun to come and then go?” Red taunted.

“Yes, it would,” he said as he tugged on his jeans. “But my alarm didn’t go off, and I’m late for work.”

Red rolled onto her back and stretched, thrusting her breasts out. “I turned it off.”

“Why the hell did you do that?” he barked.

“It kept buzzing, and I was tired. It’s New Year’s Eve.”

“Not yet, it’s not.” He uttered a curse, put on his socks, and shoved his feet into his boots, scanning the clothes strewn across the floor for his T-shirt, flannel, and cut—his leather vest with the club patches on the back.

“Let’s exchange numbers and hook up tonight,” Blondie suggested.

“Yeah. Call us when you’re off work,” Red chimed in as he pulled on his T-shirt. “We can ring in the New Year right.”

Zander raked a hand through his hair, flashing the cocky grin that had gotten him more than his fair share of favors. “I could lie and say I’ll call, but as I mentioned last night, that’s not how I roll.” He didn’t want to get tangled up in any strings and never went home with the same woman twice. Three of his four siblings and all of his local cousins had gotten engaged or married over the last few years, and he was happy for them, but he wasn’t built for that kind of life. He loved everything about women, from their supple bodies and creative brains to their femininity and sass, too much to settle for just one. He was happy to be the good-time guy they fucked around with before they committed to a ball and chain.

“Maybe I’ll see ya around sometime. Happy New Year.” He tossed them a wink, grabbing his flannel and cut on his way out the door.

Assaulted by the cold New England air, he put on his flannel and tossed his cut onto the passenger seat of his Challenger with his guitar as he climbed behind the wheel.

He called Zeke as he pulled out of the driveway. Zeke was a year older than him and was his only remaining single sibling. Like their oldest brother, Blaine, they shared their father’s tall, broad stature, dark hair, and blue eyes. Their brother Justin, who went by the road name Maverick, was adopted, but he must have been destined to be a Wicked, because he looked a lot like the rest of them. Growing up in a biker family, they also shared their father’s love of the club. Fierce loyalty and protectiveness were ingrained in their souls, but that’s where their likenesses ended. Blaine could be a bossy asshole, Justin was artistic and good-natured, and while Zander was impetuous with a filter that left a lot to be desired by others, Zeke was level-headed and methodical, always thinking of ramifications to others before taking action. He’d saved Zander’s ass more times than he could count, and he was the only reason Zander had graduated from high school—a fact Zander still carried guilt over.

“Dude, where the hell are you?” Zeke fumed before Zander could get a word out. “Tobias and I have been waiting on your ass for forty minutes to install the support beam.” Tobias Riggs, their sister Madigan’s fiancé, also worked for their family’s business.

“Sorry, man. I’m not far,” Zander said. “I met these chicks at Undercover last night, and I had no idea one of them turned off my alarm this morning.”

“Jesus, Zander. I thought you were making it an early night after church.”

“I did. We got back to their place before ten.”

“Maybe you should save threesomes for the weekends.”

Zander chuckled. “Sorry, bro, but when the ladies want to play, I’m not walking away. And don’t give me shit. You know I never miss work unless I’m too sick to move.” The few times that had happened, Zeke had been there to clean up his puke and make sure he didn’t get dehydrated.

“Just get your ass here, will ya?” Zeke gritted out.

“On my way. Is Preacher there yet?” Preacher was their father’s road name.

“What do you think?”

Shit. Their father was a tough, tattooed biker and renovations expert. He and his brother Conroy had founded the Bayside chapter of the Dark Knights decades ago, and all their sons were proud members. At six-plus feet tall, with slicked-back black-and-silver hair, pitch-black brows giving him an intimidating stare, and a trim beard, their father exuded an air of authority that few would defy. But like all the Wickeds, beneath that rough exterior was a heart of gold, doling out stern life lessons with compassion and teaching through actions, not anger. But no matter how much he loved his son, at thirty years old Zander had no business pulling shit like this, and he knew he’d have his ass handed to him for being late.

“We told Preach you were bringing doughnuts and coffee,” Zeke said.