Batman Kisses Harley Novels & Stories

“For you ladies, from that gentleman over by the corner.” We twisted our heads in the direction the bartender pointed, only to notice a tall man a few seats away from us with dirty blond hair tied in a topknot and a heavily trimmed beard covering his jaw. The silver ring on his lower lip shone from the distance. “I don’t think we should—” Before I could even finish, Harley had already emptied two out of four shots. “Harley, don’t. What if they’re spiked?” “You say this every time a hot guy offers you a drink. It’s no surprise you haven’t had a dick in quite a while.” She giggled at her own words and, leaning in, she asked, “Why are you so sceptical?”

It felt like my damn heart was going to rip right out of it. “Caleb? Are you all right?” Harley rasped. I shot her a grin. “Pretty sure I’m meant to be the one asking you that, Harls, not the other way round. What happened?” I perched on her bed and patted her hand, my fingers covering up the word hate tattooed onto her knuckles. “Got got, didn’t I?” she said dryly. “You really have a way with words,” I retorted, matching my tone to hers.

The friction of my mates was almost too much for me to handle. “I need to be inside of you,” Harley rasped out, his he tugged on my earlobe with his teeth, sending chills down my spine. “Think you can take us all at the same time?” Zach asked, a grin on his face. My face paled at his words. I could hardly even take Harley by himself, let alone all of them at once. Xaden was the next kiss me deeply. “Let us try,” he whispered against my lips, making my heart skip a beat.

"You're never fucking me, Everest." "Time will tell, Harley." He takes hold of my fingers when we reach the staircase, pulling me to a stop; A wicked smirk decorates his lips. My breath catches my throat when he lifts my hand to his lips and presses a light kiss over my knuckles. "Time will tell."

she said, not bothering to look up. “That’s all I get? ‘Next’?” Harley looked up with a smile curling her mouth. “Well, I’ll be damned. Mason Thomas. You panty-soaking bastard.” She got to her feet and walked around the table to wrap her arms around me. Her rather large breasts crushed against my chest, and when we parted, she kissed my cheek. “How have you been?” “I’m good. You look great.” “I’d better,” she said, putting a hand on her hip and batting her lashes at me. “This body takes a lot of work.”

"Don't think that just because you're cute, you can come here and play your 'love interest' games." Cassandra shot back coldly. "Let me tell you, that stuff doesn't work on me, not even a little bit." She was sharp-tongued. Harley really wasn't good enough to win a battle of wits with her. Harley felt his masculine pride take a hit. The smug smile faded, replaced by coldness. "Cassandra, I'm not messing around." He pulled off his baseball cap, then yanked down his mask, fully exposing the handsome face that appealed to every age group.

In a small gesture that encapsulates all his love for Harley, Ronan caresses his cheek, wiping the dry blood and grime. Reaching slowly, Ronan leaves a soft kiss on his lips, hoping it encompasses everything. The hitman walks around the chair, letting his hand drag over Harley’s neck. The cook leans into the touch, enjoying every inch of skin he touches. With the knife still in his other hand, Harley is sure the ropes will be cut soon.

She chuckles. “How about you learn to knock before you barge into someone’s room?”Kyle pitches and takes a stand behind Harley . I flash my eyes to him and my smile slowly depreciates and it turns into a full blown scowl. Tension is building up as I stare at him with his eyes directly radiating at me sternly as he places his hand slowly on Harley’s right shoulder and then the left moves afterwards to her left shoulder. Just as I am about to pour out a hate word at the shameless son of a bitch, Harley interjects. “I think it’s time to go to Atlas right? How about you give me a minute to go get dressed?”she says.

The car ride home was suffocating. Lena sat in the passenger seat with the photograph of Alexei Vitelli in her lap. She couldn't stop looking at it. His face had been her introduction to the syndicate. His voice had taught her how to kill. His hands had guided hers the first time she'd pulled a trigger. And now Victoria was asking Dominic to murder him. Dominic gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles had gone white. He hadn't spoken since they left the warehouse. The city lights passed in streaks of gold and shadow, and the silence between them felt like something solid. Something that might shatter if either of them moved wrong.

The manly testosterone effects of the bikes were certainly working on her and Jenny. "Wanna ride?" Tony asked Kimberly, her shy smile threatening to beam off her face. She nodded and he pulled her onto the back of his bike, revving the engine. He handed her his helmet, and she kissed his cheek before putting it on. "Hey, Hot Stuff," Dean said, giving me a wicked grin as he took off his helmet. "Hop on." I hesitated for a moment. I didn't want this. Dean raised his eyebrows waiting for me to answer. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, ready for me to join them. It's just a motorcycle. They aren't going to do anything too dangerous. He isn't James, I told myself. Besides, I trusted Dean.