A San Francisco boy.
Double world champion.
Famous bad boy.
Adrenaline junky.
And my brother's best friend.

He seeks to control his guilt.  I like the feeling of chaos inside.

He hurt me.  I hate him ... but love and hate sometimes are indistinguishable.

Damion Grimm lives by the rules.  HIS rules.  Rules he never ever breaks.  Fast bikes, fast brunets, fast life.  That's how he copes.

He doesn't do relationships.  Especially not with his best friend's little BLONDE virgin sister.  I'm not his type.

But when my family's past comes back to haunt me, I learn that things are not always as they appear. 

Sometimes monsters like to hide.  Sometimes bad boys can have wings.  Sometimes hate can be love.  Sometimes control can be lost.  Sometimes sex can create miracle beans.

But most importantly - I've learned that you can always make new rules.

The Biker's Rules

"You ok?" He walks up to me and I bite my lower lip. He cocks his head to the side when I don’t answer but just keeps on staring at that perfectly sculpted chest. He puckers up a smile and I feel a blush rush to my cheeks and I quickly turn my head feeling slightly embarrassed for being caught drooling. 


"Maybe you should get cleaned up too. I'll put some clothes for you on my bed." He walks to the cupboard and drops the towel, exposing his blessedly naked bums of steel. This man is not shy, and with a body like that, why should he be? He pulls on some grey tracksuit pants, hanging low around his waist. His skin is still damp and I swallow my desire back. Why couldn't I feel like this about Ren or Alejandro or anybody else for that matter? Why him? He puts some clothes on the bed and hands me a clean towel. 


Trying something new