One Night With The Biker 소설 & 이야기

I climbed on his bike and waved at Kailin and her father. “You both take care,” Lennox said. “The boys will follow you behind.” Knight pulled out the gate instead of going towards the road where we came from his home earlier. “Aren’t we supposed to be going to the vineyards?” “I’m taking you on a joyride. It’s a fine night, sweetheart. There’s a good burrito stand not far from here.” “And I’m supposed to be your biker’s girl?” The word biker’s girl made him laugh. “Would you be my girl?”

The heat in my body was getting worse, like I needed to unleash every frustration that had welled in my system. As the elevator took us up, I tried to keep my distance. Maybe it would bring me back to my senses before I finally take this big leap of faith. I got to his room, trying my best to control myself. “So,” he purred while still holding my hand. “Are we going to tell each other our real names?” ”No names.” I said. He nodded. “It’s just one night.” I stared at him, No regrets I’m making this up as I go along, I mean is there anything wrong having one night with a total stranger?

His thumb brushed the inside of her pulse and she could feel in her bones the night they’d had before, the ones before that, a history written in pressure points and denied tears. “Move,” she said, and he did because strategy turns him on more than blood. Between the three of them, the crate met water and the decoy went where the light would fall and the men without flags would shoot first. Tires hissed by the front drive; another team, another problem. “Go,” Alessio murmured to the biker without looking at him. Command sits easy on some men; resentment sits easy too. The biker didn’t argue. He revved, he vanished, and the night folded around the gap he left.

Leonel watched her retreating figure with an amused smile. “What an adorable lioness,” he murmured to himself. He took a sip of his Americano, savoring the taste. It was incredible—especially the aroma. This was the first time a coffee actually made him feel more awake and refreshed. From behind the kitchen door, Livia peeked out and whispered excitedly to Nico, “Bro! Did you hear that? Their convo was full of hidden codes. Just like those 9 p.m. soap operas.” Nico raised an eyebrow. “Like... how?”

The biker stood over him, unmoving, his presence suffocating. Then—he reached into his jacket. Lucas flinched, half-expecting a weapon. But instead— Click. The flash of a camera. A picture. A message. A reminder. The biker pocketed his phone, tilting his head slightly. “This was a warning,” he said. Then—without another word—he swung his leg over his bike, revved the engine, and disappeared into the night. The silence that followed was deafening. Lucas lay on the ground, gasping for air, his body aching, his pride shattered.

I chuckled. “Of course. The only biker who can race more than I do is the Masked VA.” As she spoke, she had a look of admiration on her face. “You know the Masked VA?” I asked her curiously. She gave me a weird look. “Every biker does. He is the king of biking, I dare say. I hope to meet him someday.” She smiled with a fawning voice. “Good for you.” I shrugged. “You don’t seem impressed.” She observed.

Tonight was important. The annual Bikers Rally. Bikers from across the state would be in attendance. And he was nominated for the biggest title of the night: Biker of the Year. He had to win. We’d work harder than everyone else. Despite my condition one thing I refused to stop was working to make him the best rider there was. This was his moment, he had to win. I believed in him and it would crush me if he didn't. I exhaled sharply, feeling my heart spike once more. Quickly, I opened the glove compartment. My bottle rolled slightly when I picked it up. Just something to keep me awake. I’d barely slept since the appointment, and I couldn’t afford to look exhausted tonight.

“We’ll be fine up here. This place was built to take worse.” Kara closed her notebook and set it down. “I like the sound of it. Makes the walls feel thicker somehow.” He smiled a little. “Most people get nervous when the wind picks up. You don’t seem the type.” “I’m not. That’s why they send me to places like this.” She leaned against the counter, studying him. “You really don’t mind staying the night? I can handle the basics if you need to get back.” “I’m good,” he said. “Someone should be here the first night in case something acts up. Generator’s been temperamental lately.”

-=Yesha's Point of View=- "Damn it!" I cursed as I rode my motorcycle back home. The talk between me and Xavier really infuriated me, the nerve of him to propose that I would be willing to have sex with him again because it would never happen again, even though he was incredibly good-looking, but still, I need to be unyielding, once is enough. I still couldn't believe it when I found out I had a one-night stand with my boss, of all people.

The next time he had seen her she had been with the band of New Age travellers who had invaded Lucas land, quite plainly enjoying flaunting her relationship with its leader in front of him. ‘What’s wrong?’ she had taunted him. ‘You didn’t want me...you told me so and you were right, Roth, you’re not the one for me...not very much of a man at all compared with dave’ she had purred with a sensuously knowing look that had made him feel as if someone was ripping out his guts. ‘She and dave seem to be lovers,’ lucas had confided to him unhappily, and now another man had taken over that role in her life, that place in her bed, and he had no right...