Chapter 5
Fox
Harlow wasn’t the type of girl I usually went for. She was innocent. Kind. A stranger to the darkness that cloaked this bar. She had no idea the kind of establishment Chester’s was. The type of business that went down behind closed doors. During the day, it was a ghost town. During the evenings, it was a place to get a decent meal. But during the early morning hours? It had a reputation for being one of the most ruthless hotspots of the drug underworld. Anyone who dealt in drugs and needed suppliers, peddlers or new connections came seeking people at this bar. People who would sit in the intentionally-darkened booths that lined the grimy walls of this establishment.
One look at Harlow told me she didn’t belong here. Not even a little bit.
She wasn’t the kind of woman I went for. I enjoyed the women who knew what they were doing. The type of women who knew what they enjoyed and had no problems begging for what they wanted. I enjoyed women who weren’t ashamed of their kinks and fetishes. Who wasn’t ashamed to ask me to indulge them in whatever fantasy it was they wanted for the night. I’d gotten myself into some freaky situations with women like those. Women who had opened my eyes to some things I enjoyed and women who let me do whatever I wanted to them.
Harlow was none of those traits. And yet, she was fucking hot.
The way she scarfed down those wings was uncanny. Here was this sexy woman, with her auburn red hair and her sparkling hazel eyes, sucking down juice-drenched meat like it was nothing. Her fingers were coated in sauce I wanted to lick off with my tongue, and her curves were becoming energized with the beer she found she enjoyed.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
And I wasn’t the only man that couldn’t.
The bartender’s eyes were wandering just as much as mine were, and I saw a few glances come from a shaded booth in the corner. Harlow was an innocent woman. Full of poise and dripping with traditional mannerisms. She had on a pair of jeans that hugged every feature of her ass and donned a yellow blouse that accented the crimson red of her lips. I watched them wrap around those wings, sucking those bones dry. I imagined her lips around my cock, sucking the cum from my body as I wrapped my hands in the soft tendrils of her hair.
I bet she would beg me for more once she tasted the saltiness of my body.
I was fighting with myself. Battling on whether or not to take this woman home. I knew I could. She was already putty in my hands. The way she melted into my touch as I wiped the sauce from her face told me everything I needed to know. A few well-placed compliments and a couple of light touches on her thigh, and she would be all mine.
But she was as innocent as they came, and I never had any passion to corrupt an innocent girl.
I saw what the biker club life had done to the likes of Sydney and Gemma. The struggles they were already enduring. I could see the toll it was already taking on Laiken to lead a double life in order to help us. The men I surrounded myself with were selfish idiots who couldn’t keep their emotions under control. None of us lived the kind of life that allowed us to settle down with women like them. Innocent women always wanted more. A house. A family. Stability and a life of happiness. That wasn’t something I could give a woman.
I wasn’t sure it was something I wanted to give a woman.
What I knew I could give someone, however, was a good time. And in return, all I expected was a good time as well. A decent fuck and a decent blowjob always sealed the deal for me. And I didn’t treat them half bad in the morning, either. I always left it up to them. If they wanted to stay, I’d put on a pot of coffee before paying for their cab home. If they wanted to leave, I’d give them money for the cab and always made sure they got into it without any troubles.
I wasn’t an asshole. I just knew I couldn’t get close.
My lifestyle didn’t allow it.
But there was something about Harlow I couldn’t shake. A daintiness to her that she seemed to want to abandon. There were movements she made that seemed stunted. Like she was second-guessing what she should’ve been doing. I had been around enough prospective members to recognize what was going on. She was battling something. Battling between the life, she had always led and the life she wanted to lead herself. Traits and mannerisms had been ingrained in her from childhood, and she was starting to think about them.
Wonder about them.
Question them about herself.
“To a night of firsts,” I said.
She looked over at me with her soft hazel eyes and raised her mug of beer to me.
“To a night of firsts,” she said.
We clinked glasses, and I tossed back the rest of my beer. Her eyes were hard on me, watching my every move. She kept sipping her beer, her pinky in the air as I grinned. She was proper, I would give her that. Not raised on my side of the tracks. She crossed her leg at her ankles instead of over her knee, and her shoulders were rolled back. Even as she leaned into the back of her barstool, her back was straight. Her lines were stretched and her flat.
She was sucking it in, despite the twenty wings that now filled it.
“Have you ever been on a motorcycle?” I asked.
“I take it your motorcycle is the one I parked next to?” Harlow asked.
“Depends. Did it look like someone ran it through a fire before tossing it off a cliff?”
“More like someone threw it into the Sun and the Sun spat it back out, hurtling towards Earth before it crashed into the state of Nevada.”
“Hell of a journey for just one bike,” I said.
“But if that’s the case, then yes. I parked beside your bike,” she said.
“Ever been on one?”
“Nope.”
“Want to?”
I set my empty beer bottle down as Harlow’s eyes connected with the profile of my face.
“You want to take me for a ride,” she said.
“On my motorcycle. Need to be clear on that.”
“What other kind of ride could you be talking about?” she asked.
I grinned as I panned my gaze towards her, raking my eyes up and down her form. I took in her perfectly formed tits, and the small dip in her waist as her shirt fell against her form. I took in the length of her legs and the rounded mold of her ass. Oh, I could take her on some rides. I could have her raspily begging me for more as I pulled orgasm after orgasm from her body.
My eyes pulled back up to hers, and I could see her cheeks tinted with a shade of pink.
“Like you said, a night of firsts,” I said. “Wanna ride? I can take you on one. Your choice.”
“My choice,” Harlow said.
“Always. I offer, you take it or leave it. That’s how it always works with me.”
“Really.”
“I’ll never make you do something you don’t want to do. That’s my promise to you.”
“Better be careful with promises. People might actually expect you to keep them.”
“Trust me,” I said. “I always do.”
Harlow sipped the rest of her beer down as she turned my offer over in her head. I pulled out my wallet and threw down some money to cover my check as I waited for her answer. I slid from my barstool and leaned against it as the bartender came and stood in front of her.
“Want another beer?” the bartender asked.
“No, I think I’m good,” Harlow said.
She set her mug down and slid from her chair. Her eyes looked up at me, dazzled with excitement as a smile peeled across her cheeks. I grinned down at her as I removed another twenty from my wallet, tossing it down to cover her check.
“Keep the change,” I said as I held Harlow’s gaze.
I held my hand out to her, and she slipped her hand into mine. Her fingers were long, encompassing the whole of my hand as her softness lurched my cock. I led her from the bar and out towards my bike, stopping at it, I allowed her to take it all in. She walked around it, studying it as her fingertips slid across the leather seats of the bike.
I imagined what those fingertips would feel like on my naked chest.
“What do I do?” Harlow asked. “Where do I sit?”
I threw my leg over my bike and The beer it upright as I propped it up between my legs.
“Throw your leg over and wrap your arms around my waist. The smaller leather seat is yours to sit on, but you’re not ready to hold onto the handlebars at your side just yet. Holding onto me will give you more stability,” I said.
“Okay,” she said. “Just give me a second.”
I looked back and watched Harlow lift her leg. She slid it around the bike, adjusting herself on the smaller leather seat. She tried to get herself comfortable, wiggling around as her toes just barely touched the ground. I suppressed a grin as I felt her grab onto my leather jacket, her body wiggling closer towards me as she gripped tightly.
“Sorry,” she said with a giggle. “Almost done.”
“Take your time,” I said. “I’m in no hurry.”
It took her a few minutes to get settled, but soon she stopped moving. I cranked my bike up and sat there, letting her get used to the feeling of this vibrating machine between her legs. I felt her arms slip around my waist, gripping onto me tightly as her chest pressed into my back.
I could feel all of her curves as her cheek pressed between my shoulder blades.
“Is this okay?” she asked.
“Perfect,” I said. “Now hang on. I’ll start slow.”
I backed us out of the parking space as Harlow twisted her fists into my black shirt. She was nervous. I could feel her shaking against my back. I walked the bike towards the exit of the parking lot and slowly turned onto the road, creeping at only ten miles an hour in the darkness of Henderson. I increased my speed as her grip settled out, her body becoming more comfortable with her exposed body whipping through the nighttime air.
Soon, we were riding through the barren streets of Henderson, Nevada, leaving the city limits and driving out into the red clay desert.
Harlow stayed silent as the desert encompassed the whole of us. There was nothing as far as the eye could see. No lights except for the one beaming from my bike. Her body was pressed deeply into my back. I could feel the swell of her chest as she breathed. I could feel the smile against her cheek as she nuzzled into me. She felt comfortable against the strength of my back. Her warmth blanketed me in peace I hadn’t experienced since all the bullshit kicked up with The Road Rebels months ago.
I wasn’t into corrupting innocent girls, but this one was making it hard for me to stick to my guns.
Her legs pressed against mine as the warmth of her pussy radiated against the small of my back. It seemed like every mile we progressed she found a way to get closer to me. Her hands were splayed out against my abs, and her arms were now resting on the tops of my thighs. Her grip had loosened, indicating that she was more comfortable, but her hands kept falling.
Falling, and falling, and falling some more.
Until they settled on the zipper of my jeans.
Her breathing was even against the leather of my jacket as my cock sprang to life. It grew against my jeans, threatening to push against her hands. I sped the bike up, hoping to channel my energy into something else as my breathing began to deepen. The stars were twinkling above our heads and the red clay cliffs of Nevada were nothing but shadowed figures on the horizon. We drove, and we drove, allowing the shit in our lives to fall into the background as Henderson receded to nothing but a dot on the horizon.
I needed to get off this bike. I needed to get away from her.
Because if I didn’t, I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to control myself. And I promised her I wouldn’t rope her into doing shit she didn’t want.
A lookout point was being advertised, and I got into the right-hand lane. I pulled off the deserted highway and started traveling down a sandy path that cut straight through the bleakness of the Nevada desert. It wrapped us around to a gravel parking lot that sat between the main highway and the shadowed mountains, illuminated by the moonlight dripping from the sky.
I set down my kickstand and shut off my bike, hoping Harlow would get the picture that it was time to get off. There was a bench we could sit on. To put some distance between our bodies. My hands were gripping the handlebars of my bike as I waited for her to shift. To swing her leg over the bike and slide off so she could take in the view.
But instead, she kept holding onto me, her cheek against my back as my heart thundered in my ears.
“Sorry,” Harlow said. “Hold on.”
She slid from the bike and pulled her presence from me, allowing my cock to fall back into its rightful place.
Bullet number one dodged for the night.