Owned by My MC Stepbroter

"I was seriously done with men. I told myself; I said ‘Helen, if only you could be f*cked by a super-hot alpha male, a biker maybe, that you would get this hurt out of your system. The problem is I never felt like I was good enough to be with any of them. But one day my luck changed… Yes, I was brainy, and yes, I was curvy! One would think that this was a killer combination. The thing was though that my excessive gray matter and my excessive curves seemed to be the reason that most men found it easy to lie to me, and cheat on me. Perhaps I just had too much of either, both too much for mere mortals! Jeff was a bad boy. He was hot, and he was a biker. He had all the right moves, and he seemed to really like me. The problem was his arch nemesis, rival biker gang leader Toby seemed to want the junk in my trunk too. This could only end badly. Both of them really rocked my world, and they pushed me to my sexual limits, and beyond even. The question was, which one of these bad boys would I ride with in the end, Jeff or Toby?"