Billy Hargrove Leather Jacket Novels & Stories

“Harvey! You’re finally here! “I’ve been waiting for you!” Whitley Cobb quickly pushed Billie Higgs after seeing Harvey York’s arrival. Billie forced out a smile as she walked over. She wore a black Givenchy short skirt along with a pair of black stockings, revealing her fair and smooth legs. Judith Pedler, Aliza Howell, and the other women also had their forte, but Billie completely outmatched them. After seeing the beautiful woman in front, Harvey nodded.

Billy said. Lawrence looked up. Goldman slowly stirred the jar of shaving cream as he watched. “Sure, come in,” Dalton said and stepped aside to let Billy in. He closed the door. “Hello, gentlemen,” Billy greeted happily. “Hey,” everyone said in a low voice. Patty stuck her head out of the kitchen doorway. Everyone was surprised to see Billy because he really had no reason to come to their cabin. He was a rich kid and they were working men. Billy wore blue jeans and a yellow shirt with a collar. His feet sported the new Air Jordan’s.

I down the rest of my brandy, and turn to the vision and reason of everyone here, and she is more fucking beautiful than when she left me. Her body is encased with black leather pants, a thick belt that has three hunting knives in the grooves, and legs that go on for fucking ever are covered with a thick pair of riding boots that are an easy four grand. I take in her leather jacket, it's a dark gray and the hood is material. My frown comes when I get to her neck as she unzips her jacket, and it gets more prominent when she looks at the guy carrying who I guess is an unconscious Harley on his shoulder.

Hargrove shook his head, “I don’t know about you, but I smell foul play.” I didn’t say anything about that because I didn’t want my opinions to reach any wrong ears. I just smiled wryly and moved the topic towards the newest contract Mr. Hargrove would be signing with me. After we’d on terms and conditions, Mr. Hargrove motioned the server for the bill. “Let me settle this quickly. I have an appointment in twenty.” As he opened his wallet, a card caught the light. Black. Metallic sheen. A tiny crest in the upper corner, almost invisible unless you knew where to look.

Then *he* walked in. Professor William Hargrove—tall, broad-shouldered, short dark-and-gray facial hairs that make his strong jawline look even more defined. His button-down stretched tight across his chest, sleeves rolled up, revealing strong, muscular forearms. A bit of a tattoo peeks under his rolled-up sleeve. My panties went damp in a heartbeat.

His normally easy smile on his clean-shaven face seemed forced. "Beloved," he said as he stopped in front of me. "Cole." I nodded in greeting. "I have something for you. We were going to give it to you tonight with a big party, but I think it might come in useful now." He held out a leather jacket in my size with the Ardor Brother's crest on the back of it. I accepted it running my fingers over the embroidery. "Wow, thank you." "It's from all of us. It has a Kevlar built into it. Normally it's supposed to protect from falls from a bike, but it also comes in handy with light shrapnel. Not a direct hit, though."

“Looks like outerwear is back here.” I’m tempted to chastise Jax for his use of the term ‘outerwear’, but the guy is here to help me- so instead I just keep my mouth shut and follow him to the back corner of the store. I post up against a clothing rack, watching him thumb through an upper rack on the wall. Jax pulls down a hanger, holding up a red leather jacket with a studded collar. “Heh?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows. I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest. Definitely not something I could see Brooke wearing.

A moment later, Tony rounded the corner to the back of the building where Harley was as Dillon leaned on her and flipped through his phone. "Uh, get yer ass off of Harley's finish, you creatin! Catch!" Tony tossed Dillon's new jacket to him. Nice genuine brown cowhide leather with an ivory sheepskin collar. "Wait, is this for me?!" He looked close at the brass zipper and ornate brass buttons. Tony smiled. "Damn straight kid! Yer ridin' wit' me now! Gotta look the part, right?" He winked. "Yooohohoho this is wild! Is this real? Dude this had to be expensive, is this ok? How much was this? You didn't have to-" Tony cut him off with a kiss.

But today, thanks to Billy, she had enough! Leering at the slightly red mark on Sherman's wrist that had been strangled by him, Billy let go of her and shrugged his shoulders lazily. Then he leaned on the desk behind him with his hands clasping his chest. Kingsley walked in quickly. He was dressed in a black coat with a fur collar, which added to the nobility emanating from him. The two men were completely different types, and it could be seen clearly from the style of their clothes. Billy was dressed in dark red, just like him, flamboyant and presumptuous.