Page 22 of Biker B!tch

Swallowing hard, his words touched me. “Boiler, I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Yes, you can,” he said softly. “You’re the strongest woman I know. And you don’t have to do it alone. We can do this together.”

His eyes reflected nothing but honesty and determination. Maybe, just maybe, he was right. Maybe I could let my guard down, just this once.

“Alright,” I said finally. “Let’s see where this goes.”

He smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that made my heart flutter.

The Roost came alive as the night unfolded. We were all having a good time, drinks were flowing, laughter was echoing, and it seemed like the tensions between our clubs just melted away. Soon we found ourselves outside by the picnic tables, face to face.

We were shitfaced.

"Fuck, Boiler," I huffed, trying to unbutton his jeans. “I need you. Now.”

He growled, low and dangerous, his hands quickly helping me shove his pants down. As soon as they hit the ground, I took charge, dropping to my knees right there in the open. I didn’t care who could see or if anyone was watching. All that mattered was tasting him again. The need that was driving us both wild.

I gripped his long shaft, feeling the heat and the pulse of his desire in my hands. Without hesitation, I engulfed him into my mouth, sliding my lips down his length. He tasted so salty and raw, it ignited something primal in me. I teased his cock with my tongue, swirling around the head and then going down.

Boiler’s hands tangled in my hair, guiding me as I worked him over. Each time I took him deeper, I could feel his restraint slipping. His breaths came out in harsh pants, mingled with groans of pleasure that only spurred me on.

“Fuck, Tank,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “You’re driving me insane.”

I stared up at him, my eyes meeting his. His gaze was dark, filled with unrestrained lust, and it sent a thrill through me. My mouth was full of his delicious cock. I picked up the pace, my hand pumping his base while my mouth worked the tip. I could feel him twitching, on the edge, and it only made me want to push him further.

He couldn’t take it anymore. With a desperate growl, he yanked me to my feet and spun me around, bending me over the rough wooden table. I barely had time to brace myself before he was inside me, thrusting deep and hard. The sudden fullness made me cry out.

Boiler's powerful rhythm made me see stars. The forceful thrusts brought me closer to the brink, the friction igniting a blazing fire in my belly. His hands dug into my flesh as he took what he wanted, and I loved every second.

“Tell me you want this dick,” he growled, his voice rough and commanding.

“I fucking want it,” I gasped, pushing back against him, meeting his every thrust. “I want all of it.”

He pounded into me harder, our bodies slamming together in a frantic, primal rhythm. The world around us disappeared, leaving only the raw, carnal need that consumed us both. My nails clawed at the table, seeking purchase as the pleasure built to a fever pitch.

I could feel my orgasm building, a tidal wave that threatened to sweep me away. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Boiler’s hand slipped between my legs, finding my clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation was too much, and I shattered around him, my body shuddering in ecstasy.

Boiler followed me over the edge, his own release ending me. He buried himself deep inside me, his body tensing as he spilled into me. His warmth filled me up, making me feel incredible.

We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies still connected, his breath on my shoulder mingling with the cool night air. Slowly, Boiler pulled out and helped me stand. I turned to face him, a satisfied look on my face.

“Fuck, that was intense,” I exhaled, my voice still a little breathless.

“You have no idea, Tank.” He grinned, pulling me close for a searing kiss.

We straightened our clothes, a sense of camaraderie and mutual satisfaction settling between us. On our way back to the party, I felt so stoked. Boiler made everything wild and perfect.

Chapter 13

Boiler

In the hectic days before the charity run, Tank had been constantly on my mind, making it hard to focus on anything else. I’d promised her I’d make the riders come, and I had. Now, it was time to make good on my promise to win her over. When Max asked to go to the park, I seized the opportunity and called Tank.

She agreed to meet us, her voice hesitant but warm. I knew she was still uncertain, still scared, but I was determined to show her that she could trust me. That we could make this work.

We met at a local carnival, the bright lights and cheerful sounds a world away from our biker life. Tank arrived on her Harley, looking both tough and beautiful in her casual outfit. A simple jeans and t-shirt that she made sexy as hell.

“Hey,” she greeted, her smile tentative but genuine.

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