A Quick to Read Dark Age Gap Protector Biker Romance
I rebuilt this house alone because I needed to prove I could.
Three acres on the east edge of Coldwater, Colorado. A half-collapsed farmhouse, a drainage problem I couldn’t fix, and no one in town willing to help the woman who showed up with Iowa plates and paid cash. Then Ridge walked into the hardware store and gave me his number without asking if I wanted it.
Road Captain of the Iron Ridge MC. Older, gray at the temples, hands that know construction as well as they know violence. He cleared the Cinder Kings off my land when they started staging operations in my backyard. Put his hand on my waist in my kitchen and made it clear I was under his protection whether I’d asked for it or not.
I’ve been married before. I know what it looks like when a man’s certainty turns into control, when his hands on you stop being gravity and start being a cage. Ridge’s grip feels different. His claim looks different. But I’m still learning to see clean water between the pull toward something and the pull under it, and I’m choosing him anyway.
Because when he touches me, I lean in instead of pulling back. Because his hands on my waist feel like a floor, not a weight. Because he showed up at dawn after clearing a weapons cache and told me my land was compromised, and then he stayed.
Thirteen years between us. A closed door he’s starting to open. And a half-finished house where we’re both learning what it means to build something that holds.
Age gap romance. Possessive older hero. Curvy heroine. MC biker romance. Mountain town Colorado. Explicit. HEA guaranteed.
