Page 2 of Toxic Biker

With a nod, I reach for her, tilting her chin up until her sparkling gaze meets mine. She becomes more beautiful with each year. I hate it. “And you?” Obviously, she’s alive, but she wouldn’t be here if everything was okay. Her lip wobbles and my chest squeezes. I don’t know who in the hell made this girl upset, but so help me, I want to put my fist in their face for it.

I can’t stop from demanding, “Talk to me, Lacey. Who made you upset enough to come find me?” Tears crest in her stare and I quietly swear. “Who did this to you,baby? Give me a name and I’ll fix whatever’s happened.” I’ll fucking wreck them without a second thought if she keeps crying.

In the next blink, she’s standing between my legs and wrapped in my arms, hers crossed tightly around my lower back as she burrows as close as possible. She inhales deeply, breathing me in for a beat before she exhales and admits, “My brother’s in trouble and I’m scared. T-they came to my apartment, banged on my door and said when they returned, they’d be taking me with them.”

“The fuck?” My muscles tighten, fury filling my mind at the thought of someone ever threatening this sweet, innocent woman. They have a motherfucking death wish.

“I can’t go with them, please. Please don’t let them take me away.”

“What did Seth do?”

“They said he stole something.”

“Seth?” I ask in disbelief. He has never had a reason or desire, for that matter, to steal from anyone.

She shrugs. “Things have been different lately. He’s been different. Th-those guys think my brother will listen to them through me,” she says with a hiccup from her crying. I won’t need Powerhouse to fight, I’m pissed off enough to break someone’s face on my own.

“Of course he will, your brother would do anything for you. What about your parents, did they threaten your folks, too?”

“My father and Seth, they were involved in something. I don’t know much…but he and my mom went to Switzerland. They said it was for a vacation but the last time I spoke to them, Mom told me they were staying there for good.”

“Moving to Switzerland? Your parents up and moved, just like that?”

She nods, her cheeks puffy and lips swollen from her crying and biting on them. The difference gives her an entirely new enticing look and I shouldn’t like it so much, makes me think of how she’d look with her gagging on my dick. Don’t get me wrong, I hate the fact she’s upset, she’s merely beyond gorgeous in the thick of it and distracting me in the process.

This situation is entirelynotgood. It seems her strait-laced father ended up not being so goody-two-shoes after all. Did he drag Seth into shit with him and then leave him here to take the fall or was it the other way around and my old friend managed to drag his father into a shit fest?

“Will you help me?”

I pull back from her enough so she meets my gaze once more as I admit, “Not for free.” If her parents have left the country, I know this is much deeper than some random guy showing up at her place and scaring her. This will probably cost me with my club, and possibly get me injured, maybe even shot. You never know with these things and which direction they may take.

“What do you want?”

“Same thing I’ve wanted from the moment you were still considered jailbait and first made my dick hard.” I couldn’t touch her then, but I damn sure can now.

She stares at me in shock, but she had to have known. I’ll never forget the time I was chillin’ outside by their pool in the shadows when she came out for a swim. Her curves encased in a tiny black bikini had me stroking my cock to her image more than once. I couldn’t even find it in myself to feel guilty over it either, she was hot as fuck, and I was horny.

“I want in that tight pussy between these perfect fucking thighs.”

On a whisper she agrees, and it’s far too easy, in my opinion. Makes me wonder if she’d have said yes to someone else if they’d wanted to taste her too. “Alright, Asher.”

“Plague. Around here, I’m Plague.”

She scrunches her nose, looking so fucking adorable I want to nip it. “That’s the wrong name for you.”

“Nah, you knew a different person, baby. I’m a fully patched member, aBastard. Now,proveit. Do as you’ve agreed.”

She sputters as I spin us, trading places with her. In the next beat, I’m on my knees, looking up at her. Her teeth sink into her pouty bottom lip as she watches me push her skirt up until her juicy panty-covered pussy is on full display for me, waiting to be touched. I love it that she has enough meat on her bones for me to grab on to. Fucking her is going to be everything I ever dreamed of. Possibly more, although, I do tend to have a fairly decent imagination, so that’s to be seen.

I gently stroke Lacey’s delicate slit, pressing her panties in a little more to see the plumpness I’m about to put in my mouth. Her eyes widen as she glances around, her breaths coming out in nervous pants. She asks, “Here? There’s a guy at the gate.”

“I’m only going to taste,” I murmur, unperturbed, shoving the material to the side and leaning in. My tongue slides against her clit before the rest of my mouth is on her and I’m sucking the tiny bud between my lips. I run the tip of my pierced tongue over it, stroking back and forth, gently but with purpose. Her hands fly to the sides of the table, griping it hard enough to turn her knuckles white. She gasps, then releases a noisy moan. It’s music to my ears.

I’ve wanted this for so long, I’m vibrating, my hands trembling as I hook her panties with my thumb so I can span my hands wide enough to hold both her thighs. My grip is tight, as I want to squeeze and eat at her pussy until she never forgets I had her like this. I pull away, my mouth finding her inner thigh, and I suck savagely. She yelps but doesn’t try to escape my hold as I leave a deep purple mark where it counts the most. Anyone who’s stupid enough to see it will know she had a man on her cunt recently.

“A-Asher,” she stutters, and I bite in reprimand, making her hands go to my shoulders, but she’s too weak to shove me away. She’ll have my teeth marks to go with the big hickey I’ve left behind.

Jolting to my feet, I grip the back of her thighs, pressing my jean clad hard cock against her soaked little core and thrust. She whimpers as I growl in her face, “Plague. If you can’t call me by my road name, this won’t fucking work. I’ll have my bite mark tattooed on your delicious pretty cunt as a reminder.”

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