All Chapters of The Bad Biker Next Door: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

HAYDEN VAUGHANThe shipment was running at least forty minutes late, and my head wasn’t anywhere near where it needed to be.Rain still clung to the streets in black puddles as I pulled into the abandoned warehouse lot on the east side. Three other bikes were already there, engines ticking as they cooled. Jax stood under the broken streetlight with a half-burned cigarette dangling from his lips while he tracked my headlights.“You’re late,” he grunted as I pulled up.“Traffic.”“At one in the morning?” He exhaled smoke through his nose. “You good, Vaughan? You’ve been quiet as shit all night.”I killed my engine and swung off the bike. “I’m fine.”I wasn’t fine. I could still feel the ghost of her mouth on mine. The way she’d kissed me back for those few dangerous seconds before she slapped me. The red mark she’d left on my cheek had faded, but the memory hadn’t. Every time I blinked I saw her walking away into the rain like she couldn’t get far enough from me.Focus.Two more guys ro

“Does that Vaughan boy go to your school?”My dad’s voice caught me entirely off guard, cutting through the dark hallway just as I was padding toward the kitchen for a glass of water. I froze near the base of the stairs. He was standing right by the front door, his car keys dangling from one hand and that little black notebook clutched in the other—the exact same book I’d picked up off the floor, the one with the motorcycle emblem stamped into the back cover that matched the ink on Hayden’s arm.I kept my face blank. “Hayden? Yeah. He’s a senior. Why?”Dad’s eyes narrowed into tiny, suspicious slits. “Stay away from him.”The harsh way he said it made a cold knot twist in my gut.“Why?” I asked.“Because I said so.” He shoved the notebook into his jacket. “Kids like that are nothing but trouble waiting to happen. I don’t want his name anywhere near this house, and I certainly don't want you associating with him.”​I should have just nodded, taken my water, and gone back upstairs, but

The dream didn’t bother asking for permission before it dragged me under.Hayden had me pinned flush against the wall of the garage again, rain still hammering the roof, but this time there was no slap. This time his mouth stayed on mine, hungry and controlling, while one hand shoved my shirt up and the other dragged my shorts down my thighs. I could feel the rough scrape of his callouses on my bare skin. He kissed the way he did everything — like he already owned the outcome and I was just along for the ride. When his fingers slid between my legs I arched so hard my head hit the wall. He laughed against my mouth, low and dark, and pushed two fingers inside me without warning.“This what you watch for from your window?” he murmured. “You get this wet just looking?”​I couldn’t even summon a lie to fight him off. I just whimpered, threw my head back, and let my knees fall wider apart for him. He worked a filthy, steady rhythm into me, his thumb circling over my center while his fingers

The second the door shut behind us the noise of the party became a muffled roar.I spun on him so fast my hair whipped across my face.“What the hell is wrong with you. You could’ve picked anyone out there. Literally any girl in that room. And yet you picked me?”Hayden leaned back against the wall, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets like we had all the time in the world. The room was some small kind of old storage space with a metal desk and a flickering bulb.“Payback,” he said simply. “You smashed my drink in public. Figured this evened the scale.”“That’s not how a human brain works.”“That’s exactly how mine works.”I pointed a shaking finger at him. “Do not come near me.”He lifted both hands in mock surrender and deliberately walked all the way to the far wall, putting the entire length of the room between us. When he spoke again his voice was calmer, almost lazy.“Relax. I’m not touching you without your permission. You have my word.”The fact that he said it so easily o

Blood was already smearing onto my windowsill by the time I got the lock open.Hayden climbed through without a word, one arm braced against the frame, his breath coming short and rough. Up close it looked worse. A cut near his hairline still welled dark red. His split lip had reopened. The swelling around his left eye was already turning deep purple. I didn’t ask questions. I just pointed at the edge of my bed and went for the first-aid kit under the bathroom sink with shaking hands.He sat where I told him to. Shirtless by the time I came back — he’d stripped the blood-stiff fabric off and dropped it on the floor like it didn’t matter. I squeezed myself between his knees and worked in silence with cotton swabs, antiseptic and gauze. The sharp hiss of his breath when the alcohol hit the cut on his temple. I cleaned the blood from his cheek, his jaw, the side of his neck, pretending my pulse wasn’t slamming so hard I could feel it in my fingers.He didn't say a word to me.​I couldn't