My name is Emmie Black.
There are only three things in my life that matter- my dad, my dog, and my dirt bike.
Riding motocross professionally takes up way too much of my time to even consider having an actual relationship. At least that's what I tell all the men that ask me out.
Casual hookups and one night stands seem to be the best option for me. Where's the need for a boyfriend when I have a 200 pound vibrator between my legs daily?
Then I meet Nixon King, every moto ho's wet dream.
He has the body of a model, the cockiness of a frat boy with a popped collar, and riding skills that rival my own.
With a combination like that I can't resist being attracted to him.
So when he suggests having a no strings attached commitment, who am I to turn him down?
Panty melting sex without any feelings to get in the way? Best idea ever!
Then, months into our pseudo relationship, those pesky feelings start making their way to the surface; exactly what I didn't want to happen.
What should I do now?
