Joker Kissing Harley Novels & Stories

Here, I hope hell wins out. "Don't worry, I don't bite. Much!" "Don't make promises you can't keep, Wolfman." She slid off the barstool. "Let's go!" I swipe the key card, and we get inside my hotel room. Harley throws herself into my chest, wraps her arms around my neck, and pulls me to her lips. Her kiss is as hot as fire. I switched our positions, pushing Harley's back against the wall and pulling her thigh over mine as I deepened the kiss. My hands roamed over her ass as hers went for the button of my jeans.

“Absolutely, let’s go. I’ve been dying to get on your Harley since forever. I love the sound of the engine.” “Wait until you get on and feel the power, girl you are going to love it. Whatever is on your mind you know you can tell me anything, right?” “Of course.” She walks towards me and plants a sexy kiss on my lips making my dick get a memo to bend her over on the bike and rip those tight as fuck jeans right down. I pass her a black helmet with our club’s logo on it and straddle the bike putting the foot pegs out for her. Harper steps up and swings one leg over then places her arms around my waist. “It’s wider than it looks, right?”

He held Lena's waist even more firmly and nudged her closer, deepening the kiss. Harley only watched in shock and disgust as the two devoured each other’s lips, her blood boiling in anger. Pulling out from the kiss to catch their breath, Lena gave Harley who was now glaring at her hatefully, a side glance. "Daring to talk to my husband and still calling me a third wheel? Who the fuck do you think you are, Harley, and what the fuck are you doing in my house? " "Your house? " Harley scoffed. She reached out and made to hold Denzel's wrist but Lena grabbed her hand and twisted it making Harley yelp in pain.

She said in almost a whisper. "Rumor made it Harley once kissed a girl, so I kiss my bff till now we're no longer friends." Another student said with a sober look. "Students says Harley was once pregnant, so I got pregnant for her to notice me, too bad she wasn't even pregnant in the first place instead she mocked me real hard." The brunette said already crying. "My hot brother was approached by her, but when he turns her down she made my brother crawl at her feet for weeks."

he looks at me like he is waiting nervously for my response, like he is unsure of himself. As we reach the door of the pack gym, Harley pauses, still waiting for his answer, so I smile at him. “Aww, I guess I had best not keep you waiting, had I? That sounds good, thank you, Harley.” “I thought you were not going to give me an answer then. Trying to torture me there? Seems I may have to keep my eye on you!" he playfully winks at me. "I shall see you in a few hours then, Bailey.” He lowers his head to softly kiss me upon my cheek, taking me by surprise, before he winks again, and walks inside the gym.

I’m not going to ask. Harley chuckled and when she glanced at him, he was looking directly at her. “Males who haven’t shared sex with humans don’t understand the concept of having a female on top during sex. Justice was hurt once and his mate decided to, um, lift his spirits.” He laughed again and winked. “With the camera in his room on. Security got a show until Tiger ripped it off the wall.”

Harley screamed in anger and broke free from Reece before rushing toward Harvey, prepared to slap him in the face. “I’m not done with you after last time, you b*stard!” “You ruined my brother’s business, and now, you’re here to hurt my cousin?!” “I want you dead!” Slap! Before Harvey could take action, Kairi suddenly took a step forward and swung the back of her palm across Harley’s face. “Do you want to die? How dare you disrespect Sir York like that?!” Harley froze after seeing and hearing Kairi’s attitude and tone.

“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?”

I complimented. Her pink lips moistened with a shiny lipstick spread apart into a big smile. "But I'm not the one getting all the stares" I looked around and grasped the way some guys stared lustily at me. "Harry's gonna kill them all" Harley remarked with a wicked but playful glint in her blue eye then she turned. As Harley walked away, I glanced back at Harry. He was standing with Ryan and some other celebrities. He looked like a gentleman, and at the same time, he looked like someone that could kill if you stepped on his toes, but deep down I know he wouldn't hurt a fly intentionally.

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.