Hot Mess — Olivia Rigal

I slip my arms beneath her and pick her up, moving her up to the head of the bed properly. Being picked up so easily draws a breathy moan from her, and the moment I'm between her legs again, I can feel her radiant heat against me. My name is Hatcher. They call me Everest 'cause I'm a mountain of man who wants it all. I refuse to choose. Not between my bike, my club and my badge, and not between the women in my bed. There's no room in my life for this Hot Mess of a girl who fell onto my laps.