Page 3 of The Sins Of The Biker

I promised myself that day that I would show her exactly how she deserved to be kissed.

Chapter Two

HARLEY

“You’re so goddamn tight, baby,” I hiss through my gritted teeth, watching as Serena squeezes her eyes shut as my girth stretches her tight little pussy.

Every time I’m with her, it feels like the first time all over again. I can still picture the first time I had her in my bed. She had at last submitted to my charm.

After I ran into her at the store that day with Liv, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I’d tried several times to ask her out on a date, but she always replied with, “No way in hell.” Liv invited Serena to the movies, giving me a chance to spend time with her, but she wasn’t fooled and never accepted. She’d completely ignored me when I waited outside the store, trying to get her to come out for dinner.

Until one night, I wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I hopped in the shower, styled my hair, and sprayed on my go-to cologne—the one that drives the ladies wild. I wore black jeans instead of my light blue ripped jeans and a white shirt topped off with my club’s cut. Wearing the cut is law. We must wear it when we’re inside and outside the club unless we don’t want to be recognized. But fuck! I was proud to wear it anyway, so it was no imposition.

I’d stopped to get her some flowers and waited for her outside the store, ankles crossed and leaning against my bike.

When Serena exited work, she smiled but quickly tried to conceal it. If she thought she was fooling me, then she thought wrong. I could see it in her eyes that she was happy to see me. She was simply trying to fight our connection. I get it. I look rough as hell, and I’m in a biker club. I knew she was better than dating a club member and would never be caught dead doing that. She deserved better, but I didn’t care. All I knew was that I wanted her and would do anything to have her.

She’s breathtakingly beautiful. My heart had skipped a beat, and I was scared as hell that she was going to be the death of me. No woman had me begging, and I was close to begging.

Serena was the woman you’d be proud to show off to your parents, making all the other men jealous that she was yours.

She came up to me and took the flowers I offered her. “Sorry, but I’m not interested in going out with you.”

After many tries and not giving up, I finally got her to agree to let me drive her home, but when she peered over my shoulder, she shook her head and said she would never ride on the back of my bike.

I couldn’t stand to be apart from her, so I asked if I could walk her home, which was only a couple of blocks away. She said yes, so I took her home and acted like a complete gentleman.

Once we got to her house, I escorted her to the front door and gave her a peck on the forehead before she thanked me and went inside.

I walked her home every day for a month after that until she accepted a date with me.

Now, here we are two years later. I’m eighteen, almost nineteen, and I should be out with my brothers, sleeping with as many women as I wanted, but the only woman I want is right here with my cock between her legs. This woman owns my body and soul and shewillcarry my name one day.

“That’s it, baby, take all of me,” I say, loving how slick her pussy is as I continue to thrust inside her.

“Harley, you feelsooogood. Don’t stop,” she pleads, and I can only do as she demands. My lips smash down to hers, and she cries out when I bite her bottom lip, allowing me full access to her mouth. My tongue slips inside hers, and I devour it, loving every single cry coming out of her mouth as I sink deeper into her. Every time I kiss her, I feel her opening widen for me.

Her nails trail down my back and dig into my butt when I’m seated to the hilt. I stop and shut my eyes, loving the feel of being inside her. Serena moans and lifts her hips, showing that she wants me to move. She doesn’t need to hint at me twice, so I move, slow strokes in and out of her with my teeth biting down on her nipple.

She cries out and fists my hair in her hands. I love that she doesn’t hold back. Serena’s not the same innocent girl I used to know, not even. I’ve helped her to be more open about her sexuality and taught her to be direct about her needs, which I love.

She makes me want to please her in any way I can. Someday, this woman will have my ring on her finger, and I can already imagine us together forever and having a family. I bet you’re thinking he’s just nineteen. I know, but fuck, she makes me want the house with the white picket fence, something I would have never wanted a couple of years back.

Marriage was for pussies, and there was no way I was going to settle down with one girl, but with Serena, there’s no doubt I would do that.

My parents love her, and my mom’s always asking me about her. Sometimes, Serena pops by my home when I’m not there. They’re that close.

Her dad can be tough to deal with. He’s made it obvious he doesn’t like me.

Apparently, he works for a notorious drug lord in New York. He’s using his grocery store to cover where he’s keeping smuggled drugs from Cuba. He stashes them in food boxes and holds onto them until he sets up drug buyers.

Serena let me in on what her dad was really up to, and while she hated it, she accepted it as part of her life. We aren’t saints, either. We do business with guns and use our car garage to show we’re legit and running a mechanic shop. Fixing cars is part of it, but it’s not the only thing. We hide the ammunition and guns in a safe place in the garage, tucked away behind a walkway that blocks the guns from view. You won’t find them unless you know about the secret door.

Serena is an adult. She doesn’t need her dad’s permission to date me, but she loves him. It’s obvious when she’s around her father how much she does. Her eyes gleam with affection. So I decide to let it be. I’m not going to take that away from her. But if he ever stands in our way, I’ll have to have a word with him.

When I investigated her father further, I found out he has ties to the Clemente family, who are pretty shady. No idea how much Serena knows, but her dad is involved with some relatively rough guys. Guys I know my club tries to steer clear of. Dad loves Serena, but he fears the family I’m getting involved with could get me involved in bad shit. But I made it clear to him all that matters is Serena, and that’s where it ends.

Serena’s mom died when she was born, so her dad’s been doing it on his own. But she hasn’t gone without—he has money and could afford a nanny and housekeeper.

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