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  For the first time

  An Alpha Male, Virgin Female Steamy Sweet Romance Bundle

  Containing MINE, THE BILLIONAIRE BIKER’S VIRGIN,

  AND DON’T HIDE FROM ME

  Hope Ford

  For the First Time Copyright © 2018 by Hope Ford. All Rights Reserved.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Hope Ford

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  My Best Friend’s sister

  An Alpha Male, Virgin Female

  Steamy, Sweet Romance

  Hope Ford

  MINE

  Chase

  She is beautiful, sweet and “Mine.” I promised my best friend I would protect his little sister, but my feelings for her go far beyond simple protectiveness.

  Cara

  I am trying to make it on my own in the world. But I can't get Chase out of my head, and I’m not sure I want to.

  After Chase defends Cara from a sleazy customer at her waitress job, their mutual longing explodes into life, and the two of them can no longer ignore their feelings for each other.

  A romance with an alpha male, a virgin, and HEA.

  This is a standalone novella.

  Hope Ford writes short, steamy, sweet romances. There is almost always an alpha male (because who doesn’t want an alpha male) and a woman he makes his queen. Sit back, grab a glass of wine, and get lost in this naughty, happily ever after story.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Chase

  Looking at Rick, I ask, “What is it?”

  It is obvious something has Rick jittery. And it has to be something big. It takes a lot for a big, burly biker to get so disturbed.

  “I got news, Boss, and you are not going to like it.” Rick takes a few steps back. “Cara is…”

  Instantly on alert, I move two steps forward and grab the biker by the front of his shirt.

  “What happened to Cara?”

  “Nothing, Boss, she’s fine. There’s just something you need to know.”

  Still tense, I wait for Rick to continue. My beautiful Cara. Well, she doesn’t know she is mine. But she is. Since the day she turned eighteen and I saw her as someone else besides my best friend’s little sister. My best friend who died less than a year ago. I promised him I would take care of her. And I do. As much as she will let me. However, she is now twenty-one, and she wants to make it on her own.

  Interrupting my thoughts, Rick says, “She is modelling for the University.”

  OK, I think, not understanding what the big deal is. She is the most beautiful woman I know. She has refused to accept any money from me and with her last living relative now gone, she has done odd jobs along with her waitressing to make ends meet. It’s understandable she could make money from being a model.

  Rick continues, “Boss, she is a nude model for some kind of art class.”

  What the fuck…? No way were some horny, no-sense college boys going to ogle my woman, my Cara.

  Red-faced, I can feel the vein in my neck popping out. I flex my arms, trying to relieve the constricting weight on my chest. I can barely breathe.

  Rick starts backpedalling out of the room. “And Boss, the class started ten minutes ago.”

  I tell Rick to hold down the shop. I jump on my bike to go the twenty-minute distance to the University. I make it in ten minutes. Arriving at the campus, I jump off my bike and head towards some kids in the courtyard. I ask where the art building is and they point me in that direction.

  I instantly start running in the direction they pointed me in, slinging open the doors to the building. The hallway is empty. I race down the hallway as fast as I can while still looking in the windows of each doorway. Most classes are empty, or there is a lecture going on. There is only one doorway in the long hallway with the window covered. I stand there at the doorway. I feel the heat rushing through my body, not knowing what is happening on the other side of the door. However, I know she is on the other side. I always know when she is near.

  Cara

  I am standing half naked in front of this class, trying not to look anyone in the eye as they draw me on their easels. The man in the back of the class is doing more than draw me, I am sure. He is obvious about it. No one here would guess that this is the first time anyone has ever seen me naked. Well, almost naked.

  Ugh, the things I do for money. I make pretty decent money waitressing at the local sports bar, but rent is due and I had to get some money fast without dipping into my savings. Since my brother passed away a year ago, it is only me now. Well, I always have my brother’s best friend, Chase.

  Why am I thinking about Chase? Oh yeah, I always think about Chase. He promised my brother he would take care of me. And he tries to, but being around him tears my heart apart. I know he will always be there for me, but I want more than friendship with Chase. I always have. He is the sexiest man I have ever met. He is beautiful, with his brown hair and the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. He is built and covered in tattoos. He is scary to a lot of people, but to me he is a big softy.

  OK, time to get my mind off Chase. Think about something else, Cara. Butterflies, rainbows, tattoos… I have to get my mind off Chase. I’m standing here in front of a bunch of horny students and I shift my thighs, knowing if I don’t stop my errant thoughts, these people will see my moist panties – the result any time I think about Chase.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Chase

  I open the door and at the front of the class is my Cara. She is standing almost completely naked with her lush breasts on full view for the whole class. She has the skimpiest pair of white bikini panties on. With the angle of her body, I see that she is actually wearing a thong. Each globe of her ass is pert and on display and begging to be smacked. She turns to see what the commotion is at the door. I walk towards her. She is stunned to see me there. Her chest and face flush red. It’s like she has been caught doing something wrong, or she is excited to see what I am going to do to her.

  As I stride towards her, I am overcome with emotion. I don’t know what to do first, tan her cute ass for this trick or hold on to her. I go with the latter. I rush to her and put my arms around her. I finally let go of the breath I have been holding since I found out what she was doing. I hold her tight and inhale her smell. She has a unique smell; I am addicted to it.

  She is stiff in my arms, but I can feel her loosening into my hold. I whisper in her ear, “Don’t fight me on this, I am going to win.” I step back from her, tilt her chin up. “Are you OK?” She nods. I step back from her and remove one of my shirts. I slide it over her body and lean into her as I pull it down to hide her body from the class. “Mine,” I whisper. She looks at me with her big, wide eyes, questioningly.

  I grab her hand and head towards the door. The professor steps in front of us like he is going to stop me. My nostrils flare, knowing that nothing is going to stop me from getting Cara out of here, especially not some pervert professor. He must notice my menacing look, and I must admit the tattoos and my build are intimidating. However, the look in my eyes tells him not to even try to stop me. He steps aside to let us pass.

  Cara

  Walking outside the building, Chase doesn’t let go of my hand. He tucks it in his arm and holds my hand close to his chest. I am trying to keep up with his long strides while still trying to keep my ass covered. His shirt covers me, probably more than most of the girls walking around here, but I am not used to having my ass on display.

  We get to his bike. “Chase…”

  “Wait, Cara, I am getting on the bike and you are getting on behind me. We can talk in a minute.”

  “But my car is here,” I tell him as I try to tug from his hand.

  Chase lets go of my hand and touches my cheek. “I will get your car later, Cara. I need you with me. I won’t say it again.” He dips his head down and looks me directly in the eye. “Get on the bike.” Chase gets on the bike and looks at me expectantly.

  I sometimes push Chase. I sometimes test him. However, I know now is not one of those times to try it. I pull the shirt down as far as I can and swing my leg over the bike.

  I instantly feel the heat from Chase’s body. I slide my hands around his waist and hang on. I shiver from the excitement of it all. I grip onto the muscles of his stomach and feel him clench under my hands. I feel the vibration of the bike between my legs and I squeeze my thighs together, hugging my body around Chase. My shirt has slid up and I feel the roughness of his jeans on my lower belly and the inside of my thighs. I was worried about a wet spot earlier; well, I can feel the wetness between my legs now. It is too much.

  Chase lurches the bike forward, and I grab on tighter to him. I look for any excuse to hold on to him.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Chase

  Driving down the road, I have Cara’s pert body wrapped around me. Knowing that her bikini-clad pussy is pressed up against me, I
work on taking deep breaths. She tightens her arms around me and clenches her legs. My dick is instantly hard. I drive faster, knowing I have to put some space between us soon. I’m ready to tear something apart, blow something up, or beat someone down. I can’t believe she was standing there in all her perfection for just anyone to look at her.

  We get to a pull-off by the lake and I pull in. We have to talk and I have to get some space between us. I stop and wait for her to get off the bike. I get up and walk in the opposite direction.

  She touches my arm. “You’re scaring me, Chase.”

  I flinch from her touch. I am trying to control my hard-on before I turn around. I adjust my jeans and turn to face her. “Cara, you have to promise me you will never do something like that again. You don’t know how dangerous that was. I would have killed someone if they had touched you.”

  Cara looks at me, wanting to argue. I can see it in her face. I know her well enough, she doesn’t like to be told what to do. Weighing her options, she must see that I can’t be messed with right now. “OK, Chase, I was just needing some extra money for rent, but I will dip into my savings.”

  I close the distance between us and tell her, “You need money, you need anything, you come to me. What you did back there is not an option.”

  “Look, Chase, I won’t do it again. But it’s not your job to take care of me because of some promise you made my brother. I can take care of myself.”

  “You don’t understand, Cara. When I think of someone looking at you, I want to kill them. I promised your brother I would take care of you, but it is more than that.”

  “What do you mean, what do you want from me Chase?”

  I look at her. She is so beautiful. I walk up to her and wrap my arms around her. She feels so small in my arms. She rests her head on my shoulder. I hold her, I inhale her sweet scent, I don’t want to let her go. I feel her breast, loose under the shirt I put on her. I press her against me and feel her breast on my abs. I slide my arms down her back. I know I shouldn’t but I can’t stop, I slide my hands down her sweet ass and palm a cheek in each hand. I knead it in my palms and I grip her cheeks and pull her lower body in tight against me. My hard-on is pressing into her stomach. I take a deep breath, smelling her arousal.

  Stepping back, I take her hand and tell her, “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

  Cara

  The ride home is a slow torture. I’m not sure what is happening with Chase, or with me. I cherish the slow ride home. My arms are wrapped tight around him. I lay my head on his back and try to just enjoy it. No thinking or wondering what is happening, I am just living in it.

  Home, I step off the bike. Standing before Chase, with his t-shirt and panties on, I am wishing things were different between us. No matter how long I have wanted Chase, he would never betray my brother.

  “What time you work tonight?” Chase asks.

  “Four.”

  “I’ll be here at three thirty,” Chase says.

  “No, I can call someone to pick me up to get my car.”

  “I’ll be here at three thirty.”

  He sits on the bike and we just stare at each other.

  “Go inside, Cara. I am not leaving you out on the street dressed like that.”

  I look down at myself. I had forgotten what I was wearing. The peaks of my nipples are poking out of my shirt. Basically, standing to attention and begging to be touched. I instantly cover myself with my arms. Chase didn’t miss the show. He is looking at me in a way he has never looked at me before.

  I turn and walk into the house, already looking forward to three thirty.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Chase

  Time creeps slowly by as I wait to go pick up Cara for work. I pull up to her house at three fifteen. I go up to the door and knock. She opens the door and says she’s ready. I step back and look her up and down. I never really thought about it before, but I hate her work uniform. Don’t get me wrong, she looks great in her too-short shorts. The button-up flannel shirt tied up to bare her belly and unbuttoned to show her cleavage. I just don’t like the thought of everyone seeing her this way. Damn… it’s going to be a long night.

  We walk out to my bike.

  “You taking me to my car?” she asks.

  “No, we will pick it up after you get off.”

  “Chase, I can’t ask you to take me and pick me up. I will get someone to take me to get it.”

  “No. I will take you.”

  It makes sense to just take her to get her car now. But I want to spend time with her. I want to pick her up from work. I want her to need me.

  Cara

  Three hours into my shift and I think this night is never going to end. I can’t concentrate. Chase has been here since he dropped me off. He ran into some friends and they are watching the game. Well, his friends are watching the game. Chase is watching me.

  As the night goes on, it gets rowdier and rowdier in here. Hands start to roam and mouths start to run. I never let it get out of hand. I allow them to make comments to me. And honestly, the tips get bigger the drunker they get.

  Waiting on a table, one of the men who has had too much to drink asks me for my name. I give him my name and move on to get the table their drinks. I hear his comment about wanting to put his dick between my tits and as hard as it is, I don’t retort, I don’t tell him off, I just go put the table’s orders in. Bringing the drinks back, I set them on the table and the jerk grabs my arm and pulls me onto his lap. I wrestle to get up, feeling his engorged length underneath me, and instantly I feel sick. In my struggle, I am pulled from his lap and am instantly aware of Chase’s arms surrounding me.

  Chase puts me behind him and tells the jerk, “You don’t touch what is mine.” I can feel the hate coming from him. He is barely controlling his anger. I’m standing behind him with my hand on his back. I feel how tense he is.

  I need this job and I know Chase is about to wipe the floor with this drunk. I step in front of Chase and wrap my arms around him. I look up to him. “Chase, come with me. I’m fine. Let’s go out back.”

  Mark, the bouncer, walks up and says, “Sorry, Cara, you ok?”

  “Yes, Mark, but this guy was just leaving.”

  Mark gets the drunk out of his seat and, knowing he doesn’t hold a candle to Chase or Mark, he leaves without question.

  I tell Mark I will be right back and pull Chase through the bar to the door that leads to the back.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Chase

  I am still breathing hard, and I stand there looking down at Cara.

  She is looking up at me questioningly.

  I grab her hand and tug her to me. She comes willingly. I could really get used to this.

  I put a hand on each side of her face and we stand there and just look at each other. She pushes her tongue out and wets her lips, and I know right then that she is mine. I am going to make her mine. Forever.

  I pull her to me and place my lips on her. I take her hands and put them above her head and push her into the wall behind her. I work over her mouth, moving my tongue in and out. I break the kiss, and tell her, “Mine.”

  I rest my forehead on hers and say, “Cara, no one can touch you. No one but me.”

  “No one has ever touched me,” she whispers, husky with emotion.

  “Cara, I saw what that man did to you.”

  “Chase, I mean no one has ever touched me in any way it counts,” she tells me shyly.

  “Are you a virgin?”

  “Yes.”

  I shudder. She has no idea what that means to me.

  “Why?”

  “I just haven’t had sex, Chase. I don’t really want to get into it. I have to get back to work.”

  I can’t let her go in there. Not yet. When she goes back in, I want her to know without a shadow of a doubt she is mine.