Page 3 of Toxic Biker

Her innocent gaze widens, her cheeks flushed as she pants. She wants to be scandalized, but I can read it all over her; she craves me, possibly as badly as I want her right now. “Y-you’ve goneferal.”

Her stunned sweetness has my stern mask breaking and a chuckle escapes. It was the last thing I expected to come from her mouth, and it has me thoroughly amused. Feral is a good word for what we become when we go full-fledged biker.

Her palm cups my cheek, her eyes going soft as she whispers, “There you are.”

A scowl replaces my grin, and I loosen my grip, allowing her to slide down my front until her feet are back on the ground, and I step back. With a jerky, quick tug, I have her stretchy neon-colored panties back in place and her skirt lower than it was when she got out of the car. None of the brothers or anyone for that matter need to be seeing the backs of her thighs, they’re far too enticing. Makes me want to see them pink with my handprints, marking her. I don’t want anyone having any thoughts about her being open for anything, because she’snot.

“I wasn’t finished,” she has the nerve to grumble, and it takes everything in me to not laugh about it. I can’t ease up right now as she needs to realize I’m serious about the road name. There are too many people around who aren’t fully patched members for anyone to be using my birth name. After the Blow debacle and trusting too soon, we’ve all re-evaluated and put our guards up.

“I got your mind off other shit,” I respond and head for my bike, cock still hard enough to make my balls ache, but it’ll have to wait.

“Where are you going?” she calls, then hurries to follow.

“To my bike. I want you to show me where the last place Seth was, and we can ride by your place to see if anyone has shown back up.”

“I can’t ride one of those!”

With a scoff, I roll my eyes, grabbing the spare helmet and turn to face her. “Sure you can. Lift your leg over the seat and then slide close enough your pussy is pressed up against me. Hold on tight. Easy as that. Besides, I didn’t offer another option.”

“Is everything sexual with you?” She stews, hurriedly grabbing her keys from the purse sitting in her passenger side seat, before shutting the door and locking it. The car beeps, the lights flashing behind her as she strolls my way.

“When it comes to you? Yeah. Has been for years.”

She pauses a beat too long. “Why do you look so tired?” Her curious gaze scans my face before her stare is worried for an entirely different reason, one I don’t need her digging into.

“Partied last night. Didn’t get the chance to have my hangover cure.”

“Which is?”

“More alcohol. More pills. Whatever I can find to make it disappear.”

She shakes her head, no doubt thinking I’m a lost cause. I leave out the part that I was drinking to make myself fall asleep. Without the liquor or an Ambien, I’d have been up all-night worrying.

My mother has cancer.

She’s had mini strokes, blood clots, along with a handful of other ailments off and on for as long as I can remember. It was one treatment, then another, then it was surgery. It all started with a biopsy after she had some weird symptoms appear, and that so-called small procedure changed our lives forever.

Why did I join the club? Why did I give up on anything outside this life? Why did they name me Plague? Because I always look like fucking death. I drink too much, pop too many pills when given the chance and allow myself to float away, because nothing I can do can help her. Do you know how useless it makes a human being feel when they can do absolutely nothing to help the person who gave them life?

Wiping the thoughts away, I think of the present, of who’s right beside me. “Get on,” I demand, holding out my hand to help her climb on behind me.

I wonder if Lacey knows the significance of being the only woman who’s ever been on the back of my bike. The brothers eagerly watching out through the bar window sure as fuck do.

Chapter 2

You drew memories in my mind I could never erase. You painted colors in my heart I could never replace. - perry poetry

Lacey

He’s not the Asher I remember.That’s all I can think of as I attempt to climb on his motorcycle behind him. I do as he says and slide forward as much as possible and then wrap my arms around his middle, squeezing tightly. I’m terrified, having never rode a motorcycle before, but I don’t tell him as much. Frankly, I’m still in complete shock over how today has turned out in the first place.

There were the psycho guys at my apartment earlier who I thought were going to beat down my door. I was on the phone calling the cops as soon as I got a look at them out the window that’s located directly next to my apartment door. There was no way for me to escape. I live on the fifth floor because my father swore it’d be safer than a lower floor. His reasoning didn’t seem to make much sense at the time when I would’ve been trapped if those guys got inside.

The moment they said Seth’s name, however, I hung up the phone. I knew my brother was in deep with something bad. He didn’t tell me anything, of course; it was my mother mentioning how she didn’t think they’d be returning to the States that tipped me off the other day. In her defense, she asked me to come visit them, but obviously, it was a little too late if these thugs were already beating down my door.

I’d watched as the men got into their vehicles in the parking lot and eventually drove away. I was having a panic attack the entire time, telling myself not to pee my pants because I was too scared to leave the window and miss whatever they did next. The moment I was confident they were gone, I hopped in the elevator and then dove into my car, speeding away like my life depended on it. I’m pretty sure my life depending on it is reality and not just me blowing this out of proportion. I knew if anyone could help me, it’d be Asher.

Seth had mentioned a while back, when I asked why his best friend wasn’t around anymore, how he’d gone off and joined a motorcycle club. When my brother went to college, I guess I always assumed Asher went to a different school, but now when I look back on it, I never saw him around on college breaks or after Seth had graduated. I was too absorbed in my own life at that point and had already made myself believe my crush on Asher was one-sided and always would be, as he’s older than me and has treated me like his adopted kid sister. It never stopped me daydreaming of him, though.

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