Free The Bad Boys of Eden by Sharon Page, Eliza Gayle, Cathryn Fox, Opal Carew, Mari Carr, Adriana Hunter, Avery Aster, Steena Holmes, Roni Loren, Daire St. Denis

your legs and get some water from the bag if you want it.  I’m going for a swim.”
    He shrugged off his jacket and slung it over the bike, then walked toward the water.  Her eyes widened as he continued to strip off his clothes, revealing a broad back, inked with a large bird of prey, wings extended.   Then he dropped his pants and she glanced away.  But not before she caught sight of the tightest, hottest male ass she’d ever seen.
    She climbed off the bike and fished in the saddle bag for a bottle of water, then pulled it out and took a deep sip.  A splash alerted her to the fact he’d dived into the water.  She walked partway to the water’s edge and sat on a big rock.  She’d love to go in the calm, clear water, too.  And since she had her bathing suit on under her clothes she did not have to strip down to nothing.  But going in the water with the naked man… wouldn’t that be inviting trouble?
    She breathed in the hot, heavy air and sweat trickled down her neck and between her breasts.  She was sweaty and tired and a dip in the water would revive her.
    Ah, hell, trouble was already snapping at her heels.  If the guy was going to attack her, her being in or out of the water wouldn’t matter, so she might as well enjoy a nice swim.
    She stood up and stripped off her shirt and short denim skirt, then dropped them on the rock.  She kicked off her sandals and walked toward the water.  The man tread water about ten yards from the small strip of sand.  His gaze followed her and her skin tingled at his masculine perusal.
    She waded into the water.  The bottom sloped deeply so she was quickly in over her head and started to swim.  She loved the water and after a few strokes, turned on her back and floated.  After a few minutes, she switched to treading water again and realized the man was on the beach, sitting on the sand.  Still totally naked.
    She swam back to shore.  He seemed like the impatient type and she didn’t know if he would decide to climb back on the bike and take off.  She walked from the sandy bottom of the water to the small beach, then to the rock and picked up her shirt.
    “You’re soaking wet,” the man said.  “You can take a few minutes to sit and dry off.”
    She nodded and walked to the sand.  There were only patchy areas of sunlight making its way through the dense foliage, so she picked a sunny spot a couple yards from where he sat.
    She couldn’t believe she was just sitting here with a naked man, who was a virtual stranger, but he seemed to have no interest in taking advantage of her.
    He sat cross-legged and she couldn’t help but see his equipment.  His impressive equipment.
    He tossed her the water bottle she’d opened earlier, then sipped from his own.
    “So, why were you running away from that guy?” he asked casually.
    Her gaze darted to her face.  He had to know she’d been staring at his… uh… cock, but he didn’t acknowledge it in any way.  Not even a smirk.
    She wrapped her arms around her knees.  “Well, it’s a long story, but basically I’m afraid he might hurt me.”
    “Why?”
    “I used to go out with him and he’s part of a motorcycle… uh… club and, well…”  She hesitated, not quite sure how to explain her fears.
    His eyebrow arched.  “You think all bikers terrorize their ex-girlfriends when they break up?”
    She pursed her lips.  “No, not really.  But just before I broke up with him, there was an incident.  One of the others in his group killed his ex.  That’s when I found out what he was.”
    He frowned.  “And what was he?”
    “A gang member.  A criminal.  Probably a murderer.  His gang was involved in some very violent incidents.”  She shook her head.  “Up until I saw that article in the paper, I hadn’t realized what he was.  I mean, I knew he rode a motorcycle, but with me he was always…”  She shrugged.  “I don’t know, a real gentleman.”  Her stomach clenched.  “I couldn’t