Novel & Cerita One Night With The Biker

He reached over and turned off the main light, leaving only the small lamp on the bedside table glowing softly. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his chest. I rested my head on him, listening to the steady thump of his heart. It calmed me, grounded me. After a long moment, I whispered into the darkness. “Killian?" "Hmm?" "Who were those people? The ones outside? The bikers?" He was quiet for a moment. Then, softly: "Old friends. From my biker club days. After what happened with Lucas and Benita, the club scattered. But now they want to reform. They want me to lead them again."

After we stopped and got off the bike's, He said, "Come on bitch. It's time to have some fun." We walked into the house and all owner's of those Harley's were there drinking beer and smoking weed. They were all in the club from the jackets they wore, and they just looked at me as I stood there in the living room like they knew what I was doing there. The biker who brought me to that house grabbed a chair and placed it in the middle of the room and told me to sit in it. Once I did, he walked up in front of my face and began to undo his belt and pants. As he did this, he said, "You like to look and be treated like a girl? Well, you got your wish. Tonight your going to be the club's little cock

The bike stops right in front of us, so close I feel the heat from it. I can't map out the rider, but they feel scary. “Hey, what the fuck, man!” the brunette snaps, irritation edging into his voice. The biker swings a leg off, never turning the lights off. They lift something long and solid. Is that a bat? They roll it once in their hand, casual. Almost bored. “Who’s first?”

But I had to run… I had to leave. Cora had been clear: Do what you have to do and leave immediately. Yet I had spent the whole night with my one-night stand. Wasn’t his service just for an hour? Yet he’d stayed with me all night, held me, and had made me cum at least three times with his hands, tongue, and dick. I sure hoped the extra hours wouldn’t cost Cora extra.

The kind of man you read about but never meet. Except I had. Last night. Oh God. My pulse thundered in my ears. What had I done? I tried to think past the blur, past the heat and the music and the taste of champagne. I remembered my friend tugging at my wrist, telling me to loosen up, to live a little. Just one night, Daphne, she’d said. One night to forget about everything. And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger.

she says as she walks into the party backwards. The noise becomes clearer now as we reach the ground. Fire crackles in the middle as everyone surrounds it, men who scream of danger and girls who dance seductively around the fire. Music blasts in the night air, drinks moving from hand to hand. Standing with my bag slung over my shoulder, I take in the sight. Caroline already has her tongue jammed down the throat of one of the bikers. From his patch, I can tell he's a member of Hunter's MC.

But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies. ​I climbed down from my bike. The house wasn't completely dead, but it was quiet for a Sunday morning. Most of my club brothers were back home with their women, though a few were definitely upstairs in the clubhouse rooms, hooking up with the club girls. Even the guys with old ladies still mess around at the clubhouse sometimes. I guess their women know exactly what they signed up for when they chose the biker life. But me? I could never imagine cheating on Ella. Once we are together, that's it. She's my only one.

The guy stood, tattoos coiling up his forearms like ivy. Gabe blinked up. “Oh, shit…” The biker grabbed his collar and lifted him like laundry. “Look, mate,” Gabe said, breathless, “can we talk this over? I don’t dance on first dates.” “No,” the biker said, and threw him. Gabe hit a snooker table, beer geysering into a bystander’s lap. The biker was on him again, a piston of a fist sending him careening into Andrew. Andrew laughed, holding his ribs. “Now this is entertainment.”

He stroked faster and came hard, shooting his load across my stomach and tits, adding to the mess already there. The three of us collapsed onto the big bed, me in the middle, sandwiched warmly between my husband and the dangerous biker who had just claimed me so completely. Our bodies were tangled together, breathing heavy and slow now. The room was quiet except for our breathing and the distant sounds of the city still celebrating the new year outside.

Liam's POV My bike rolled into Kingsley's compound. The gateman swung it open fast, and once I rode through, he shut it behind me. I killed the engine in front of the mansion and pulled off my helmet. Kingsley already stood outside, one hand resting on his waist, brows shooting up the second he spotted me. "Bro, what are you doing at my house this late?" I climbed off the bike and walked toward him. "What?" I asked, his eyes following my movement.