Page 13 of The Sins Of The Biker

“See, exactly why I didn’t want to tell you.”

“So, does your interest in motorcycle clubs have anything to do with me?”

“No! I was reading these sorts of books before I met you. They’re not just about motorcycle clubs. There are stories to it… like a love story.”

“Well, maybe you should tell one of these authors about our love story, and they can write about us.”

She laughs. “Yeah, I wonder how that will go down.”

“Look, baby… if you want to go to a book signing, I say go. It would be great to meet all those authors. You going alone?”

“No, I’m taking Liv.”

Bursting out laughing, I fall back on the bed with my phone still at my ear.

“Harley, you’re just mean. Liv likes to read too.”

“You got that right. Maybe read about how many pounds she can lift at the gym.”

“Harley, don’t be mean.”

“Oh, Liv knows I like to give her shit. I like that she’s going with you. Don’t want you on your own, baby.”

“But why?”

“I just like it when you have someone with you, that’s all. Now you have to promise me one thing while I’m away.”

In a low voice, I say, “Don’t touch yourself.”

“What do you mean don’t touch myself?”

Rubbing my thumb against my bottom lip, I imagine her naked, lying on her back, and fingering the shit out of her pussy. All the while, she’s thinking of me. The vision causes me to get so hard that my cock strains against the zipper of my jeans.

“It means exactly what I’m saying. That you don’t pleasure yourself without me.”

Hearing her giggle makes me smile. She’s so innocent, and I love that about her.

The fact that she’s only been in my bed has me feeling proud. I took her virginity, and I’ll do everything in my power to make her happy for the rest of my life.

Fuck, I’m definitely in love with her.

“Harley, you know I don’t do that.”

“Good, that’s how I want it to be. Only my cock, fingers, and tongue get to be inside your sweet pussy.”

“Harley…” She gasps, and I can just imagine her cheeks flushing with embarrassment but being turned on as well. I know she loves my dirty talk.

“Just stating the obvious. Now, babe, I gotta go. Remember what I said.”

“Geez… I can’t believe you.”

“Yeah, I can’t either, but hey, this is who I am, baby.”

“I love you, Harley.”

“Love you too, baby.”

Ending the call, I head to my cupboard and grab my duffle bag and begin packing some clothes for the next few days.

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