Title: Finding Faith
Author: Sherri Crowder
Model: Caylan Hughes
Photographer: Eric Wainwright of Wainwright Images
Faith has been in mourning for the past year however she reluctantly agrees to attend a party at a local MC with her best friend. There she meets Aiden and wants nothing to do with him from the get go, but Aiden has other ideas. Aiden is the Sergeant-At-Arms for the Black Mavericks MC and a PI. While undercover he discovers there is something more sinister and dangerous going on than the case he was hired to investigate. Following the trail, leads him too close to the truth and he ends up beaten and left for dead. The only thing he can vaguely remember about that night is the nurse he caught a glimpse of at the hospital. What happens when Aiden get’s his memory back? Can Faith accept a biker in her life? Will Aiden’s pursuit of the case he was involved in jeopardize a future with her?
Unedited and Copyright by Author Sherri Crowder 2015
He leaned back resting his head against the back of the couch and ran his hand up over his forehead, then threaded his fingers into the tousled red mane of his. All he could think about was Faith. She was so fucking gorgeous, sexy with all of the right curves in all of the right places. Her long blonde hair would feel so good spread across his naked skin, or wrapped around his fist or his cock. With just that thought he shifted uncomfortably, as his cock began to throb. Then there was her smell, she smelled like fresh laundry and soft powder. He groaned out loud as he reached down to unfasten his jeans releasing his aching cock. He tightly wrapped his hands around his rigid flesh and began stroking and himself. Aiden thought about how good Faith had felt on the back of his bike with her body wrapped around him, and while he did this he stroked faster and faster. Within a few minutes, he came all over his hands as he growled out her name.
Getting up and heading to the bathroom, Aiden reached in the shower and turned the water on to heat up. He proceeded to strip all of his clothes off and stepped into the shower. For a few minutes he just stood there facing the multiple shower heads letting the water pummel his face and his body. Then stepping back he shook the water out of his eyes and began to lather himself up. It had been a hell of a long time since he’d resorted to jerking off, he thought. Not since he’d been a young teenage boy looking at Roxy and Donna, the girls that regularly “serviced” the club when he and Jackson’s fathers were the patched members. He had to know more about Faith. Who was she and why was she so damned sad and tightly wound? What made her that way?
Turning the shower off and stepping out, he wrapped a towel low on his hips and tied a knot in front. Stepping in front of the mirror he looked at his reflection in the mirror and said, “You poor bastard. What have you gone and gotten yourself involved in now?” Then turning and hitting the light he turned the loft into darkness except for the rays of the streetlights outside that shone in through the high transom windows above his bed. Pulling the towel off, crawling into bed and stretching out he vowed that tomorrow he was going to find out a bit more about Faith and he knew exactly where to start.
I grew up in a large family in a small town where creating your own entertainment was important. I have always been creative whether it was making up stories, drawing, painting, or doing all kinds of other crafts. I began writing journals and short stories pretty early on and always enjoyed using my imagination. Seems kind on funny then that I hated English as a subject in school. When I attended university, where I studied business, writing took a backseat and continued to do so for many years as my career and life took over. It was a few years back after the death of a family member that I turned to writing once again. One afternoon I was sitting outside with my dog and I grabbed a notebook and started to write a story. Writing became a great outlet for all of the grief that I was dealing with. It wasn't until a little while ago that I decided that I would like to write a book and put it out there to see if others would enjoy my offering. Writing is a terrific way to take you away from some of the stresses of life as you live vicariously through the characters that you create if only for a little while. I hope that you enjoy my stories.
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