The Erotic Motorcycle Club Collection (3 Hot Biker Stories)

by Lux, Marjorie

  I gasped in shock and anger. How dare he judge me like that? I stood to get up and storm away, but I was drunker than I realized. I swayed, grasping for something to hold onto, and my legs gave out under me. The stranger grabbed my arm and helped steady me. His skin felt warm and comforting against mine. Despite my anger, I wanted to lean against his warm muscular chest and just close my eyes. I took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of worn leather, mixed with his deep, masculine smell. It stirred something inside me that I hadn't felt in a long time.

  “Hey, don't be angry,” he said, his voice softer now. “I was just trying to get under your skin. I think you just need to relax a little and learn to enjoy life. That is something I learned from the Night Riders. Embrace each day because it may be your last.” There was a seriousness to his voice that told me there was a story behind that sentiment.

  “I'm not as simple as you think,” I retorted. “I want excitement and adventure. I don't just judge based on appearances. I'm sitting here talking to you, aren't I?” The biker laughed.

  “Yeah, you are. But you are pretty drunk. I don't think you would give me the time of day if you were sober. You haven't even given me your name yet.” I laughed, realizing that I didn't know his name either.

  “I'm Sarah,” I said, extending my hand to him. “Pleased to make your acquaintance.” My small town manners were hard to shake. The man took my hand in his bigger, warmer, one. It felt rough and calloused, but somehow comforting.

  “Nice to meet you Sarah. I'm Dex, at your service.” He smiled and held my hand in his for a moment longer after shaking it. I felt a warmth flooding my body and quickly pulled my hand back.

  “Are you trying to flirt with me, Dex?” I asked. “Because I already told you that I'm not interested. You aren't going to seduce me.” Dex gave me a smile that was both flirty and mysterious.

  “Oh honey, don't be full of yourself. If I wanted to seduce you, I could do it easily.” I laughed.

  “Is that so? I would bet you a million dollars that you couldn't seduce me. Ever.” I nodded emphatically for effect, but Dex was looking at me seriously, as if he were considering something.

  “You know, I'm willing to bet that I could seduce you. In one week. Are you really that confident that you could resist me?” He looked serious. I laughed.

  “Yes, I'm confident. I'll take you up on that bet.” Dex nodded.

  “Alright. Come along with us for a week. We are riding south, but I'll pay your ticket back home in a week. You'll have an adventure, and you can try and prove me wrong and resist my incredible charms. If I win, well, you still win because then you'll have a night with the best lover you'll ever had. I can guarantee that you'll be begging me to fuck you within a week though.” He looked at me triumphantly, knowing I couldn't refuse. And I couldn't.

  Chapter 3

  Found

  “I'll win.” Those words were the start of something huge and if I had any idea at the time, I probably would have taken them back and walked right out of there. But I was drunk and bored and lonely and I wanted to protect my pride. There was no way in hell that I was going to be seduced by Dex, the obnoxious biker guy who had “claimed” me. Even if he was incredibly hot. I had been looking for an adventure, and now one was staring me in the face.

  Dex laughed and gave me a slap on the back that almost knocked me off the stool. He turned and shouted out at his buddies in the bar.

  “Hey Riders, listen up!” The loud, incessant chatter that had surrounded us died down and the men all turned and looked at Dex. “This here is Sarah. She is going to join us on the road for a bit. Make her feel welcome and remember that I've already claimed her. So keep all your dirty paws to yourself and be gentlemen.” The men laughed and made a few dirty jokes about Dex getting some “mobile pussy.” I made a gagging motion and shook my head.

  “You're definitely not getting any of this, mobile or not,” I warned him. “I enjoy winning and dislike jerks like you. So don't go getting any big ideas.”

  “Hey now,” the biker said with a laugh. “Keep those insults saved up. We still have a full week to go and I would hate for you to run out before we even hit the road. Let's head back to your place so you can pack a quick bag. We're going to be heading out pretty early in the morning and you will want to be rested.” He offered me his hand, and I reluctantly took it, realizing that I was too tipsy to walk in my high heels unassisted. When we got outside, Dex took me over to his bike. It was a large hog, totally manly and worthy of the President of a Motorcycle Club. He had painted on the Night Rider's logo is a deep crimson on top of the black background paint. It shone brightly, even through the layer of grime covering his bike.

  “Hey, you should wash that thing,” I told him with a yawn.

  Dex laughed good naturedly. “Yeah, I'll get right on that. Here, put this on,” he said, handing me a helmet. I put it on and he helped tighten the strap under my chin. “Alright, now just sit behind me and hold tight. Is this going to be your first time on a bike?” I nodded. “Well, I'm glad to be the one to pop your cherry. Enjoy it! Just like losing your virginity, you are going to wake up tomorrow sore and with a few regrets, but really really wanting to do it again.” Dex laughed, apparently pleased with his own attempt at humor.

  I gave him a look to show him that I didn't think he was hilarious as he thought, but quickly hopped on the bike behind him and told him where to go. Dex started the engine and it roared loudly, drowning out any further possibility for conversation. I gripped him tightly around the waist and couldn't help but feel how hard and muscular his abs and chest felt under his shirt and leather jacket. He may be hot, but he was still really annoying and possibly dangerous, I reminded myself.

  I found myself enjoying the ride, watching the still dark of the countryside zip by us and fade into the distance one cornfield at a time. Before long, we pulled up in front of my place. I felt sad as the motorcycle slowed to a stop. While we were riding, my thoughts cleared away and I was able to live in the moment. Once we stopped, everything crowded back into my head. I realized I was letting a biker, the head of some motorcycle gang, who I had just met that night, into my home. But I was still tipsy enough that I decided to throw caution to the wind. I unlocked the door and turned on my light. Dex follow in behind me and laughed as he looked around.

  “This place looks exactly how I imagined it would,” he said, putting an arm around me should. “So perfectly neat and clean. You really are a control freak, aren't you? Well, we'll get you loosened up soon.” I looked around my living room and realized he was right. Everything was in the perfect place. It didn't even really look like someone lived there. I didn't see what was wrong with wanting cleanliness and order though. I stuck my tongue out at Dex and he laughed and shook his head at me while I went to pack a small bag for the week. I managed to throw a few changes of clothes and some toiletries into my bag, before I was totally overcome with exhaustion.

  I yawned as I walked back over to where Dex was sitting on my couch, probably leaving streaks of dirt against the white decorative pillows.

  “I'm so tired. Can we just crash here and head out early?” I asked, trying and failing to stifle another yawn.

  “Yeah, that's alright. I'll just call the guys and let them know we'll meet up with them in the morning. I'll crash on your couch. And I promise not to rape you or murder you or steal from you in your sleep,” he added when he saw the look I gave him.

  “Yeah, that is good but could you maybe shower first?” I asked. “The couch is pretty new.”

  Dex shook his head like I had asked something crazy, but he agreed. I hid in the kitchen, making some tea while he showered and cleaned up. He walked out of the bathroom and I couldn't help but stare a little. He was wearing only his jeans, leaving his chest totally bare. He was even more ripped than I had imagined, with strong, bulky biceps and perfectly cut abs that didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on them. I found myself staring and bit my lips, turning away with a quick blush. I don
't think I turned quick enough though, because Dex called out.

  “Like what you see, princess?” I ignored him and brought our mugs of tea to the table. Dex looked at his cup suspiciously, like it was weird to have a mug of tea before bed. But once I started to sip from mine, he followed suit and politely sipped his tea. We didn't talk much, mostly because I was basically falling asleep. I put our cups in the sink and went brought out a blanket from the closet for Dex, then walked towards my room.

  “Goodnight Sarah,” Dex called out.

  “Good night,” I called back, stifling another yawn, before collapsing into my bed.

  I was woken up by Dex standing over me as the rays of morning sunlight poured in through my bedroom windows.

  “Time to get up. We've gotta move out soon,” Dex commanded, pulling the cover off of me.

  “Hey!” I yelled, trying to yank the cover back from him. “What if I slept naked?” I pulled on my shirt and shorts to make sure I was fully covered.

  “Well, that would be fun. Then I could have had a preview. But it is pretty obvious that you aren't the kinda girl who sleeps naked.” He said it as if it were a bad thing. I gave an exasperated sigh, but sat up and swung my legs to the floor. Dex was already fully dressed with his leather jacket on so I rushed to get ready, pushing him out of my room and quickly pulling on some jeans and a t-shirt and pulling my hair into a ponytail. I slipped on my sneakers and glanced in the mirror. I didn't look as sexy as I had the night before, but sexy wasn't the look I was going for since I was about to be surrounded by horny bikers. I grabbed the bag I had packed the night before and headed out to the living room where Dex waited impatiently. He jumped up when I entered and grabbed my bag from me.

  “We have to head out. We'll grab breakfast with the guys,” he said, ushering me out the door. I locked the door behind us, wondering if I was crazy for agreeing to this whole thing. It wasn't too late to back out. But I realized that I didn't want to back out. I wanted an adventure. I needed a change in my life, and even though Dex was insufferable, he was definitely different from anyone I had ever known. I needed this, and I would return in a week, ready to resume my life and ready to find the man of my dreams.

  As I climbed onto the bike behind Dex, I realized that he was right about how I would feel. My body was sore, especially my thighs. Nevertheless, I was excited about getting back on and having another chance to ride. We took off with a loud roar and headed to meet up with the rest of the Night Riders. I watched as the countryside flew past and noticed how different it looked in the daylight. This town might be flat and boring as hell, but it did have its own version of beauty. Everything looked so calm and peaceful as I waved good bye to my safe little life for a week. The cows didn't even look up as we zoomed past.

  Chapter 4

  Rejected

  We pulled up to the motel where the rest of the Night Riders had spent the night. It was pretty dirty and sketchy looking, so I was glad Dex and I had crashed at my place. I realized that I was going to probably be spending the rest of the week in these types of places and shuddered.

  The whole club was waiting outside by the picnic tables. Someone had bought a few boxes of donuts and a bunch of coffee. I realized I was starving and my stomach felt a little queasy from all the alcohol the night before. I gratefully grabbed a donut and a cup of coffee. Dex watched in amusement as I chowed down. He grabbed his own donut and sat next to me on the bench.

  “I took you for a calorie-watcher,” he said, taking a sip of my coffee.

  “Hey, that's mine!” I protested. “And there is a lot you don't know about me. I could probably down ten of those,” I said between mouthfuls.

  “Hm, better watch out or you'll get fat,” Dex said laughingly, poking my slender side. I gave him a death glare.

  “No I won't,” I replied. “Besides, some guys like women who are soft and squishy.” Dex laughed and shook his head like I was crazy. I could never tell if he was laughing with me or at me, but his happy, carefree attitude made me smile. The bikers all scarfed down their donuts and coffee in a few minutes and we were ready to hit the road. I saw Gary, the fat biker who had been a jerk to me the night before talking in angry whispers with a blonde biker off to the side. I walked over to the trashcan near them, trying to hear what they were so upset over.

  “We've got it all packed up safe,” Gary whispered harshly, like it was the end of the conversation.

  The blonde biker shook his head. “Ain't nothing safe enough for where we are going. I've got a bad feeling about this. The Vipers are just looking for an excuse.”

  The men saw me looking their way and quickly shut their mouths. I smiled and waved, trying to pretend I hadn't heard anything. What were they talking about? Something abut safety and snakes? I shivered, hoping we didn't encounter snakes or any other wild animals.

  The men grabbed some heavy duffels and loaded them up in a van that one of the Night Riders was driving.

  “What's with that?” I asked Dex, pointing to them loading up the large, heavy looking duffels.

  “Tom is going to be driving instead of riding with us, so some of the guys wanted him to carry their clothes and stuff. Now stop asking questions.” Dex looked irritated.

  I looked at the van suspiciously. The duffels looked like they carried something heavier than clothes. They were certainly too big and there were too many of them to be just these bikers' wardrobes. But Dex's face told me that he wouldn't welcome any further questions.

  I climbed back on Dex's bike and realized I had no idea where we were heading. I was about to ask Dex, but the roar of a dozen bikes starting up cut me off. By the time the noise had died down a little, I realized that it didn't matter where we were going. The adventure would be in the journey.

  It felt great at first, but as the afternoon sun started to bear down on us a few hours later, I realized my thighs were in serious pain and I was sweating through my t-shirt. Being pressed up against Dex's leather-clad back didn't really improve the situation either. When we took a break for lunch and for everyone to use the restrooms in the fast food restaurant, I grabbed a bottle of water and poured it over my head. A few of the bikers hollered and whistled at me, as the wet shirt clung to my figure and I instantly regretted it. I was feeling crabby by the time Dex walked out of the restroom and sat down next to me.

  “I don't know why the hell anyone with a brain, or anyone who isn't a masochist would join a motorcycle gang,” I grumbled to him.

  “For the same reason people join any sort of club, like a sorority. I bet you were in a sorority, weren't you princess? You sit there all corn-fed and privileged and judge us, but these men are like my family. We ride because it is fun and a way to express our freedom, but we are Night Riders because we are a family.” Clearly, I had pissed him off. I wanted to retort back to him, but Dex turned his back to me and started talking with Jason, the club's VP. Apparently Jason was one of Dex's closest friends and I got the feeling that Jason didn't approve of me being there.

  Dex didn't speak to me again for the rest of the short break or during the ride that afternoon. I felt guilty for insulting him, but also annoyed at his attitude and grumpy about feeling so tired and uncomfortable. I could have been at my home, curled up on my couch with a good book and instead I was sore, hot, and sticky and stuck on a motorcycle behind a guy that I barely knew and didn't like very much. I silently fumed for the rest of the afternoon and barely noticed the countryside as it passed by. When night started to fall, we pulled up to a rest stop area with a few small restaurants and a motel. After a few minutes of debate, the bikers decided on a burger restaurant. I wasn't consulted, but my stomach was growling and I would have happily ate pretty much anything at that point.

  When we entered the restaurant, Dex didn't sit next to me, but went to join a table with Jason and a few of the other bikers. I looked around to try and see where I should sit. There were two tables that had room for one more. I was about to head towards the closest one, when a guy with
short blonde hair called out from the other.

  “Hey, why don't you come sit with us?” His voice was actually warm and inviting, a nice change of pace from my earlier conversation with Dex. I walked over and scooted over on the bench so I was next to the blonde guy.

  “I don't think I've had the pleasure of introducing myself to you yet,” the blonde said in a kind voice, extending his hand. “I'm Peter.”

  “Nice to meet you,” I said as I put my food down. “I'm Sarah. I guess you already know that though.” Peter nodded.

  “Yeah, you were pretty much the main topic of conversation last night. It is good to have a girl along with us for a little while at least.” I smiled and decided I liked Peter. He was polite and civilized, unlike Dex. We chatted for a while between bites of burgers and fries and Peter seemed interested in everything I had to say. The other guys at the table mostly ignored us, talking about their bikes and making crude jokes. But Peter never took his eyes off me. I glanced over at Dex to see if he was watching, but he seemed to be deliberately ignoring us. Or at least ignoring me.

  Chapter 5

  Deceived

  Once everyone was finished with dinner, we got up and headed over to the motel. Dex went to the front desk and got us some rooms while the rest of us waited around outside. The air was warm and it was a beautiful night. I leaned slightly against Peter, who put his arm around me as I stared up into the sky.

  “Alright, you guys know the drill. Four to each room. Sort yourselves out. Sarah, you've got your own room.” Dex handed out keys, but didn't make eye contact with me as he handed me my set. I started to feel guilty for upsetting him so much, but I was also feeling hurt and angry that he was acting so cold to me after convincing me to come along on this ridiculous biker trip.

  “Hey, don't worry about that asshole,” Peter said as I stared at Dex's turned back. I turned to see Peter had come back up to my side. “He is just being a dick because he feels like you aren't worshipping him enough. That guy feels like the world owes him everything. Like that ridiculous stunt he pulled by claiming you. He can't decide who you want to be with or who any of us choose to be with.”