Colten Gunn's POV
There are only two things in this fucked up world that I live for; motorcycles and women.
I love riding them. Everything about women and bikes are the same; They like to be eased into the stroke then man handled around tight corners. To be pushed to their max until they're red lining and screaming for me to let off the gas. Feeling them vibrate beneath me as I control them with my body. The purr they make when I push my chest into them to go faster.
"Colt." Hudson pushed a pool cue into my side. His gruff voice only co-existing with his braided beard and leather jacket. "You're up."
I placed my beer down and simmered my raging thoughts that seemed to only be creating a problem in my pants tonight. My tattooed knuckles wrapped around the stick as I bent over in my tight fitted jeans to line up my shot.
"What's up with you tonight? You seem out of it." Hudson asked but he didn't really care. He was more concerned that I wasn't interested in the game of pool he'd been going on about at work all day today.
"It's been weeks since I've been laid." I huffed as I drove the cue into the center of the white ball, causing it to bounce into the side of the table, missing every target.
Hudson let out a deep, short chuckle with a shake of his head, causing his braided chin to bounce with him. "There's women all over the place and you're having problems?"
I rolled my eyes before looking around the bar. Sure, there were women here. Sexy ones at that. But they're all locals, most of them I've fucked already - more than once. I know every little secret about them, which is a perk and downside to living in a small town. The excitement isn't there anymore. The thrill of fucking a stranger senseless, hearing them moan my name like it's the first time they've tasted anything like me.
"It's like eating the same meal every night. Tired of it."
He laughed again, "A fucks a fuck, man. Stop being a picky bastard."
The beer I had been drinking was empty, already and the drive to end this godforsaken game of balls was killing me. "Want another?" I asked for any excuse to walk away.
Hudson gave me a nod before going back to his precious grassed table.
I watched as he rolled his thumb over the top with a gleaming smile. I swear he enjoyed stroking that pool cue way too much.
My eyes drifted to the bar, searching for the usual bartender but only landing on a woman that made my pants tighten.
Fuck, she looked sexy from the back. Her ass claded in tight leather pants that caressed the stool beneath her ass like a throne. Her bare back was divine, showing off her soft light skin that begged for the attention of my fingers prints. She adjusted herself slightly, picking up her glass. Her shoulder blade shifted, exposing the thin fabric that was only held up by a simple tie of a string that loosely covered her breasts
One pluck and she'd be topless.
I had to have known her. I know everyone that comes in here.
My hand reached for the stool to guide me to sit beside her. Only for her six inch heel to drive into the cushion abruptly, pushing the seat further down the counter with a squeal.
I stood in awe, keeping my face emotionless except for a raise of a brow.
She turned to me slowly, provocatively, letting her shirt slid to her front and expose the side of her perky breasts. She pushed her blonde hair that waved down her chest to her back. Her plump lips were pursed, as her hazel eyes glared at me.
"Seats taken." Her voice soft and gentle but carried a tone of authority and demand. One I could picture screaming my name in the bar bathroom with a bit of gruff after a few rounds of me fucking her.
I looked to her long leg that still sat on the bar stool in an extended L shape, taking in the tight leather that clung to her skin.
My face relaxed as I leaned over that sexy leg, placing my elbows on the counter right beside her.
"By who?" I challenged her.
Her plump pink lips curled slightly upwards, "By the man who buys me a drink." Her manicured nails gripped the sides of her glass as she wagged it in the air before taking the last gulp of her liquid.
Lucy, the bartender came around. Her attire of a deep v neck tight shirt, usually turns me on, but not tonight.
I had a sphinx beside me that was playing a game I was more interested in. A better game than Hudson wrapped me into, still one where my stick would be driven into her center.
"Lucy, two of whatever the sexy lady is having." I peered over to the woman, expecting a name or anything. But all I got in return with a push of a glass from Lucy.
The woman receded her leg, crossing them at her ankles as she leaned back into the counter.
Whiskey on the rocks.
A man's drink.
So many things could be said about a woman drinking bourbon; she's rough around the edges and could hold her liquor. Other than that, she was still a mystery to me. One I planned to wrap around my waist later.
The woman relaxed in her seat as she pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket. Sticking one between that plump mouth that I wanted all over me.
All I could do was watch as she nodded to Lucy who came over with a lighter in her hand. Lucy smirked to me, knowing my every intention. Her silent message giving me the green light to make my move, that this woman was of age and ready to fuck.
The woman inhaled deeply after Lucy lit the thin stick. Her index and middle finger tugged at the cigarette, pulling it out of her lips with a puff of smoke.
"Want one?" She asked.
I shrugged. I was about to motion Lucy back for the lighter when the woman shook her head. She guided a cigarette to my mouth, lingering her nails to my lips as she did so.
Her cool skin, from holding her cold drink, sent a subtle shake down my spine and straight to my pants.
She leaned in and touched her cherry to light the cigarette that rested in my mouth. Her eyes trained downwards, focusing on her task. Her thick lashes batting with each blink. Her face inches from mine, giving me a preview into the loose top she wore.
I imagined her further down my body, peering up from her knees with my cock in her mouth and audibly gulped.
She dared to look up into my desired filled eyes with a smirk.
Fuck, she's hot.
She pulled away slowly, putting her drink back in her hand. "I'm Lee."
I took her in. She didn't look like a Lee. I was thinking an Ashley or Rebecca. Her pale skin and wide eyes told me she was lying.
But I was fine with that.
"Colt." I gave her a nod as I sat the stool, taking a swig of the harsh liquor Lee had ordered.
"So, Colt. What's a girl got to do to have some fun around here?" She asked playfully, a hidden innuendo in her words that pulled at my hardening cock.
"What kind of fun are you looking for?" I eyed her intently, watching her lips seductively wrap around the rim of her drink as she took another sip.
Her eyes were trained ahead at the bottles of liquor that lined the shelves on the wall. Her hand toyed with her glass, shaking it slightly so the ice shifted and clinked with each movement. Every move calculated on her end to ensure my complete and utter attention. She was good at this. It was amusing to watch as she effortlessly wrapped me around her finger.
"One that involves you hearing me scream your name." She bluntly put with such a soft voice.
Fuck.
I take it back. She was a professional when it came to picking up men.
I'd never met a woman so straight forward. Usually I'd have to warm them up, ease into the conversation. But she was going full throttle into my jeans.
She placed her glass to the counter, earning a clank. "Unless, you aren't the man you look to be." She paused seeing my confusion show.
Normally I'm good at hiding my emotions, but she was making all the blood rush from my brain to my other head.
"Bad boy type. One who can please a girl." She explained dryly, turning her body to face mine. Her hands clapped to my knees, the ash from her cigarette raining to the ground. "I need someone rough tonight. Can you do that, Colt?"
"Oh, Angel, I can do so much more than that." I spoke low, picturing all the dirty things I was going do to her.
Harley Finley's POVMy once quiet life is in shambles. In a matter of hours it turned from the most lovely, sunny day into a series of hurricanes circling above my head. Landfall projection, my home town. The wind speed, fuck-you mph. The amount of rainfall, you're-in-hell feet. Total damage to be determined.Now, here I am, being guided out of the bar I had my first drink at when I was sixteen. Where I was currently sulking like a little bitch and craving attention like a little whore, dressed in the most provocative clothing I own.Granted, even if my sperm donor is dead and my boyfriend cheated on me, I feel fucking fantastic. We're in the eye of the storm, babes! With a hot guy ready to fuck me senseless while I wait for the rain to start again."Fuck, Colt. Hold on." I groaned pulling my arm from his tattooed grip then fumbling through my purse on my shoulder all while trying to keep my gait straight, in the dark, drunk. All I could hear is the my phone ringtone going off, killi
Harley Finley POVMy gut twisted at the sight in front of me. There had to be over a hundred people gathered around, all wearing black tux's or dresses. Their heads bowed in a respectful manner to the man being lowered into the ground. Cries and sobs could be heard from the back, where I stood, hiding from everyone.I couldn't face them. I didn't want to.My big black sunglasses hid me from the crowd, just long enough for me to witness Jim, my father, being lowered six feet under. People spoke softly, talking about wonderful memories with him and how Jim was such a giving person.I held back my protesting remarks with a middle finger raised in my pocket. But even that didn't stop the tears.Sure, we hadn't talked in five years before Jim's sudden death. And right before I left he told me how much he disliked his own daughter. I wished for years he would have changed. That I would have been given the chance to see Jim in the same light as everyone else.Especially my brother, Elijah, w
Harley FinleyIt was almost nine at night. Mostly everyone had gone home leaving just Elijah's skeleton crew, as I like to call them- Hudson and Colt. It seemed they spent the most time together, hanging out and drinking beer. I guess they even worked together."So, Jim's bike shop is still open?" I raised a beer to my lips, trying to keep up with all the new information everyone was spitting at me."Yeah." Elijah spoke solemnly. "We all work there. I'm going to try to keep it going but we'll see.""I thought he'd be out of business after a few years." I laughed to myself, only earning confused looks from Hudson, Colten and Elijah. "Don't act like he was a saint just fixing those motorcycles."Hudson shook his head and Colten fiddled with the beer in front of him.I looked to Elijah with disgust. "Don't tell me you're going to sell drugs out of there like he did."Elijah shrugged, "I don't know, Lee. Maybe. I got twins on the way. I need some type of extra income for the extra mouths
Harley FinleyI was supposed to leave and already be home by now in my little apartment above the quiet old lady who had twenty cats. I should be sitting on my couch with a glass of wine re-watching The 100 for the thousandth time and drooling over Bellamy.But no.I'm still at my brothers, wishing Colten would bust down my door and take me on top my baby blue comforter. Even with all my posters staring at us while we fuck.All I could think about was his strong, manly hands tossing me around or holding me down while he thrusted into me. The ache between my legs just continued to worsen, moistening my panties with every naughty scenario that could come to mind.It was so bad to the point I decided to shower. Thinking maybe some warm water will sober me up and make me pure again.But even as I stood under the faucet, letting the water cascade down my naked body, he still rang in my ear like a nagging fly that wouldn't go away.My hands traveled down from my hair. Touching myself roughl
BreakdownHarley FinleyColten laid in my bed, our naked bodies intertwined into a knotted mess with the blue comforter. His arm rested on top of my waist feeling like a fifty pound weight keeping me beside him.Everything ached. My stomach, my thighs, my ass.With every shimmy out of his grasp, I could feel the happenings of last night all over again. Every place he touched me was just a button to my next orgasm until we both passed out.It was the best sex filled night I've ever had.One I'll be thinking about every night I spend alone - at home.I rubbed my tired eyes and quietly got dressed, throwing on my jeans and sweater from yesterday.The house was quiet as I shuffled my way through, hoping not to bump into anyone on my escape to my car.It wasn't until I was on the one hundred mile road out of that wretched town that I felt a little more at peace but even then, the envelope in my pocket weighted me down. It yanked at me to read it before I went any further, screaming imagina
Harley FinleyI watched the tinted out cop car come to a complete stop in front of me. The passenger window opened slowly to reveal a man I hadn't seen since we were teens."Harley?" Drew yelled with enthusiasm.A smile spread across my lips as I walked up to the side of the car and peeped through the window."Hey, Drew." I gave my ex high school boyfriend a soft glance as I took in how sexy he looked in a uniform. His biceps were hugging the tough material to his arms, screaming to be released."It's been a while." Drew smiled back as he carelessly took in my grown appearance as I did his.The younger, chubby kid was no longer. No, it was taken over by a man that kept his hair gelled back to perfection and a soft thin face that held so many memories of us, all tied together with the dimples that rested in his breathtaking smile."It has been." I agreed, wanting to reach in and hug him."I'm sorry for your loss." Drew sighed, leaning closer to the passenger seat, giving me more of a v
Harley FinleyI hunched over the front bumper of my car with my flashlight in my hand as I looked at all the metal and plastic parts that made this piece of shit run.Or should I say break down?Anger rushed through me at the thought of being stuck in this town for any longer. It was unbearable to think of running into more of my past.The funeral and service for Jim was enough to last a lifetime, in combination of seeing my ex and having to deal with Colten, who seemed slightly jealous of the idea of me not only thinking about his cock. I was ready to combust into dust and just let the wind take me home at this point."What are you doing?" Colten asked with amusement circling his words as he watched me.My finger followed along a piece of hosing that connected with the motor. I squeezed it, allowing a small amount of oil to coat my finger. So I climbed in deeper, allowing my ass to raise to the ceiling in the garage as I tried to see where the leak was coming from."Trying to figure
15 Years OldHarley Finley"Harley. Honey?" My mother's sweet voice rang through the garage I had holed myself in for the last few hours.Huffing and groaning, I placed the exhaust pipe to my bike to the ground. Fucking thing was rusted on there and my strength was proving not enough to yank it off."Back here, Mom!" I yelled back, my words echoing off the empty building walls.My mother walked in with her hands on her hips. Her bleached blonde hair waving down her backside with each long stretch of her legs."Where is your father? He told me he'd get the spare off the car and put the new tire on." She huffed, rolling her bright blue eyes at her husbands negligence for his promises.Something I had grown used too.I peered up at her with a shrug, "Hell if I know."She sighed before kneeling beside me, examining the work I had done by myself today."Lee, it's time to junk this bike." She complained sweetly, hating the idea of me following in my fathers footsteps and attempting to ride