Page 4 of Toxic Biker

So, imagine my surprise when I was able to hunt him down and see him for the first time in what now feels like forever, and he admits he wants to fuck me. Talk about making my head spin, and in any other situation, I’d be all over his offer in a heartbeat, but everything with Seth has my thoughts and emotions in a tailspin. Toss in Asher on his knees, mouth on my pussy in a motorcycle club’s parking lot, and I have no idea what to think or feel at the moment. He knew exactly what to do to make me squirm and moan, and it has an ugly pit of jealousy forming in my stomach as I contemplate exactly how he learned to be so good with his tongue. It’s pierced too, has been for as long as I can remember, so it definitely doesn’t help his case now that I know exactly what it’s used for.

He pulls out onto the access road leading to the highway and I cling to him for dear life. Burrowing my face into his back so I don’t have to look at my surroundings going this fast, I inhale, and his warmness washes over me.

He still smells like the old Asher. His detergent must be the same and his cologne hasn’t changed.

God, the times I’d picked up his clothes and took a great big sniff are embarrassing, but my crush was relentless. The first time, I was ten years old and was cold, so he put his hoodie over me. It was so much bigger than me at the time. I was swimming in the material, and all I could smell was his cologne. It became my favorite scent from that moment on. I always wondered if he eventually caught on, because I always forgot my jacket (on purpose), so he’d let me wear his.

However, it wasn’t just his cologne I wanted to sniff; it was the simple fact I always felt safe whenever I was surrounded by him. It’s no wonder he’s the first person I ran to the moment life got scary and with Father gone, he’d easily be the one I’d feel protected with. As soon as he parks and shuts off the engine, I ask, “How do you know where Seth lives?”

“Stop yelling, the bike’s not on,” he chides with an amused smirk, helping me climb off. He admits, “I’ve always known where he lives. Same for you.” He mentions the last part like it’s no big deal, but it’s big and bold in my mind.

“What do you mean, same for me? You know where my apartment is?” It’s not far from here, but this place is a little too ritzy, even for me. My brother got this fancy condo because he was making a lot more money on top of his trust fund from our parents when he graduated.

“Yep. I may be with the club, but it doesn’t mean I forgot about everything else in my life.”

Could’ve fooled me. Considering I haven’t seen him in years and I doubt I would’ve anytime soon if I hadn’t shown up out of the blue, basically on his doorstep. I keep that thought to myself, though, because the last thing I want to do is piss him off and not have him help me from it. Though it’s hard for me to even consider him not being there for me since he had always been around from when I was younger.

I’ve missed him over the years, but I don’t think I realized how much, until I saw his face when he came strolling out of his ‘clubhouse.’ Geezus, the man is hotter than sin, his gait was like he owned the entire place and he had all the time in the world to get to wherever he was headed. I’d have had to be blind and dumb not to have stared him down the entire time then, as well as continue to flick lingering glances at him randomly to reconfirm that, yes, he is, in fact, a stupid amount of sexy.

“Can’t believe this place doesn’t have closed parking, what the fuck were they thinking?” he complains, glancing around at the various luxury vehicles and sports cars filling the parking area.

“Why would they need to worry? They have insurance and security.”

His brow hikes, “Suppose you’re right,Jailbait. You see any vehicles that look like the guys who came to your place?”

“Jailbait?” I scoff. “Hardly, I’m way past being a minor.”

He smirks and I know he’s giving me a hard time. “You weren’t the first time you made my cock hard.”

Rolling my eyes, I admit, “Yeah, well, you weren’t the only one having fantasies at seventeen.” His mouth drops at my brazen response, and I find myself standing a little taller. “But, to answer your question, no. They were in aHammer.”

“No shit? Haven’t seen one of those in a while. I thought they stopped making the Hammers.”

I shake my head, embellishing, “It was the new electric model, in their custom olive drab special edition paint color option.”

He whistles, nudging me. “You’ve got it down to the color and model, hm?”

“You may not have forgotten about me and Seth, but clearly you didn’t pay attention to our lives.”

He frowns, but I’m only being truthful about it. “Stay close. I don’t want anyone kidnapping your fine ass. I’m not done with you yet.”

I do as he says, not in the least bit resistant to allowing him to protect me. I’m not an idiot, I know I can’t fight some psycho big guy or guys off if they want to grab me.

After a few minutes, he breaks, not being able to hold back from digging into my remark. “You gonna tell me what your comment was implying back there?”

“About our lives? About school?”

He nods, constantly flicking his stare in one direction, then the next. He’s on edge and I’m grateful for it, makes me able to think a bit clearer without the added stress. Him moving like a ninja with stealth and experience makes me appreciate his affiliation with his motorcycle club a little more. He shares, “Seth said you were gonna be in some sorority or some shit like that.”

“Mom wanted me to pledge, but it wasn’t for me. I studied mechanical engineering and automotive design.”

He comes to a halt, grabs my arm, and shoves me up against the closest brick wall. His big, warm body presses to mine, shadowing me in his bulk as he gets in my face. “You studiedcars?” His tone echoes his disbelief, but it’s okay, I’m used to that reaction when I tell people what career path I chose.

With a small dip of my chin, I whisper, “I literally design cars for a living. I draw them all the way down to the smallest concept.” I don’t know whether I like him being interested or if I’m hurt over the fact he apparently has no idea what I dedicated my career to.

His hand tangles in the back of my hair, tilting my head back as he leans in. His sweltering gaze pins on mine as his lips nearly touch mine. “That’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard a woman do.” He nips at my bottom lip, stealing my next breath as my lungs cease up at his intimate touch. My thighs clench in desire as I finally remember how to breathe again, and he releases me as fast as he grabbed me. He strolls off, then doubles back, snatching my hand, and tugs me along when I don’t move. “Come on,baby.”

Why does that one little word coming from his mouth drive me so crazy inside over him? I’m reading far too much into it and it’s making me crazy inside, over him, for him, just in general at this rate.

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