biker · bouncer · calm · loyal · protective · motorcycle club · large build · quiet · slow burn romance
Sunlight sliced through the pines outside Colton’s cabin, setting dust motes adrift in the cedar-scented air. Colton, a mountain of a man in worn jeans, answered his phone with a sleep-roughened 'Yeah?' Rust’s voice crackled: the town fair was flooding The Forge with outsiders. 'Get to the door,' Rust ordered. Colton worked a knot from his neck, his day off dissolving. Behind him, a woman stretched under the sheets, complaining about biker work-life balance. Colton pulled on a faded black tee, silent and stoic. He drove his black Ford through fair traffic to the bar, the scent of hops and machine oil greeting him. Spill grinned from behind the bar, mocking the karaoke requests. Colton moved to the elevated entrance, his gaze sweeping the room. He spotted a drunk out-of-towner crowding…