Leo Harley Nude Novels & Stories

“You like this better than me being naked?” I teased as I turned around. Alec slid a hand around the base of my neck, gently pulled my hair back. Involuntarily, making my eyes roll back into my head. A deep growl vibrated his chest as his other hand landed on the small of my back, keeping me firmly against him. “Nothing is better than you naked but this look makes it hard to focus on the road.” Alec leaned forward. “Yeah, I can’t even give you road head on a bike.” I said as I felt his lips against mine.

I stepped out, smoothed my simple yellow sundress, and walked toward the crowd like I belonged there. That’s when I noticed him. He leaned against a black Harley, his arms crossed, watching the stage. Tall, broad shoulders under a worn black t-shirt, dark ink covering both arms,tribal patterns mixed with something that looked like old scars turned art. His jaw was sharp, stubble thick, his hair cropped short. Brooding. The kind of guy who didn’t need to say much to make people pay attention. An enforcer patch sat on his vest.

He said and scoffed. I gulped and my breathing was getting difficult but held myself. "Too bad, you can't live without me. I'm the licence that you use to kill people." I said and he shrugged. "Whatever pleases you, babe." He said. Oh, yeah. One more thing that Yuna hid was that she and him were in a serious "only physical" relationship. Both of them wanted lust and power and hence made a good match. I felt disgusted as if he had seen me naked, which apparently, he did.

He chuckled while dusting gold shimmers onto his pecs. “Do I look like a snack, Rox?” Jax asked, pouting in his reflection. “Or a whole damn buffet?” “You look like a lawsuit waiting to happen, Jax” I laughed reaching over to straighten his leather harness strapped across his broad chest. “ But the Alphas in the front row are already drooling. You’ll make a killing in tips tonight.” “And you?” He turned sharply, assessing me like a metal detector. I was basically wearing three pieces of matching black lace and a pair of red heels that were legally classified as lethal weapons.

It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.

"Oh yeah. We'll take the bike there. You'll have to hold on real tight." "You'll be lucky if I ever let go." *** I held on to Lee tight while we're on the Harley. It's so incredibly sexy that Lee owns a motorcycle. He really is just a dreamy bad boy with a heart of gold. The pier was gorgeous. I could see why Lee and his mother loved coming here. The way the sun sparkled on the water was breathtaking and the breeze was warm. "This is beautiful." I whispered. "Nothing compares to you." Lee smiled before kissing me. "I have something for you."

I could see some men around gazing at the motorcycle. "That's a Harley Davidson." One man shouted. I could see some men taking pictures of the motorcycle and the man next to me and Annie. The man lifted his helmet and looked at me, smiling. He handed me a helmet which is hung in his right hand. The man in the motorcycle is Geoff! He looks totally different in this motorcycle. He looks like a movie star in an action film. How can he look so handsome in this outfit? I couldn't help but admire the man now in front of me.

I’ve got to get Luna out of my system in the only way I know how—get hammered and hammer some pussy. It takes me nearly forty minutes to get back home, and when I do, Callan and Warrick are nowhere to be found. I take a quick shower, dress in cleanish Levis and a Henley, and head out to hop on my fully restored Harley motorcycle, circa the mid-2020s. She’s a forty-year-old beast of a ride with high-performance capabilities and the loudest, most powerful engine this city has ever seen. If she were any faster, she could parasail across the swamp.

"So these are yers? That's pretty cool. Does your job have an oven like this?" "We have a makeshift one with a UV lighting system we put together ourselves. It does the job nicely, but when we have a special project that we absolutely can't fuck up, we bring it here," Tony said as he motioned to the floor. "And yes, these are the panels to my '93 Harley Ironhead Sportster. Her name's Harley. She got a bit scuffed up when I backed up into a damn Honda. That's ok, though. I've been itchin' for a reason to do a redesign."

It was him. The man was standing by a black Harley-Davidson, his helmet tucked under one muscular arm. Even in a low-quality photo, Jax looked like a god of war. The sharp, Greek-god jawline, the broad shoulders that seemed to swallow the light, and those dark, piercing eyes.