She was sprawled across the seat of my Harley, her legs spread open, red stiletto heels propped up on the handle bars as she rubbed her slick mound with her fingers.

I was only gone for fifteen minutes. The last thing I expected to find when I walked back into the garage was Ciara propped up like a naked pinup on my bike. My cock throbbed and my mouth watered from the sweet sight of her. She was my own fucking erotic dream come to life.

She moaned and threw her head back, her tits jutting forward, peeking out of my leather vest. The wench had worn my leather and was getting off on my bike. I wasn’t sure if I should be pissed off or fucking turned the fuck on that she’d had the courage to take my vest and put it on.

“You know how I feel about you touching my patches, Ciara.”

She swiveled her hips up in the air as she slid her finger through her folds and pouted. “I couldn’t help it, baby. I missed you, and it was just lying there on the bed. I needed to feel you on my hot, naked skin.

“Fuck!” I growled, stroking my cock through my pants. “You deserve to get spanked.”

She moaned and I swear I thought I was going to cum in my pants. “You’ve had me waiting for too long, baby. I already came twice thinking about you.”

My cock surged and I took off my leather jacket, placing the food I had brought on one of the chairs. I wasn’t expecting her to be back until tomorrow. I’d sent her to go visit her grandfather for a week, just to give her a break from all the shit going on here. We had moved in to the boathouse and so far, we were doing pretty good. We decided to leave her brothers in the dark about our being together for now. She got on the pill after that first night, telling me it wasn’t the time to have any more babies when we were in the middle of a war with a cartel.

I fought her on it, but the minx had a point. La Cruz’s men had disappeared. No one had heard from them for a couple weeks, which was never a good sign. We sent word out to all our connections along the East and West coast to keep an eye out, but God knows where they were hiding.

There’s a new bike gang in town. Gunner and Cain had come across them last night. They called themselves The Gremlins, a biker gang that came from the East Coast. Diesel had a run in with the leader a few years back, while living in New York. Last thing I heard was that they were bad news. They arrived a few nights ago and were already taking control of Tuco’s properties. Well, everything but the docks. They’ve got a lot of members to include Los Perdidos gang members who suddenly decided to show back up again. If La Cruz is smart he’ll fight fire with fire to try to take over our turf, and in his eyes that means sending in biker gangs to fuck with us. They hadn’t approached us yet which meant they’ve gotten word that we don’t fuck around, but we still needed to watch our backs. We weren’t a gang, we were an MC, we went by different types of rules in life. We protected people, they destroyed them, simple as that.

When I sent Ciara away, I thought it was for the best, but I immediately wanted her back. I hadn’t slept a night since she’d been gone. The night before, we’d talked on the phone and I confessed I wanted her naked on my bike. I never thought she’d actually come home early only to fulfill my fantasy. And fuck if she wasn’t the prettiest little fantasy to have. She definitely took my mind off all the shit we had going on.

She ran her fingers along her slit and then brought them to her lips, sucking on them like they were the tastiest morsel. I quickly unzipped my pants, taking my cock in hand and squeezing the head to ease the ache.

“You’re such a dirty girl, Ciara.”

She giggled and I swear my cock nearly exploded. She’d gotten kinkier and wilder under my teachings and I loved how eager she was to be defiled. She had this tendency of surprising me with something new she wanted to try, and it was always so hot and tempting.

“Fuck me, Seth. I can’t take it anymore.”

I nearly ran over to her, fumbling with my zipper. When I was finally by her side, I roughly swatted her legs off my handlebars. She giggled as she straddled the leather seat and propped herself up. I could see her thighs glistening from the spill of her juices.

“You dirtyin’ my bike with that nasty pussy, Ciara?”

She bit her lip and nodded. I growled and reached out to touch her. Her body trembled from my hands on her and I chuckled. “Naughty little girl.”

“Seth, please.”

I picked her up and laid her down with her back against the handlebars. I climbed on the bike and dragged her down, perching her entrance onto my cock. “I’m gonna fuck you so good. Teach you a lesson about touching my things.”

She mewled and whimpered, sliding herself down on the seat, taking more of me inside of her. The feel of her tight wet pussy was my undoing, and grabbing her around the waist I lifted her up to straddle me. The movement made her sink fully onto my shaft and she screamed out in pleasure. Gripping her thighs I started to bounce her on me. “Ride me, Ciara. Show me how much you love my cock.” I grunted as her pussy gripped me.

She found her rhythm as she slowly rose and sank down, capturing me in her heat. “Seth, God I missed you Seth.”

“I missed you too, baby.” She propped her hands on the back of the seat and I took advantage of her position, gliding my hands under my vest and groping her breasts, tweaking each nipple until the pink nubs protruded lewdly. I leaned down and bit her hard as I stood on the peddles and slammed my cock into her.

She screamed and shook as a powerful orgasm overtook her. Her pussy pulsed around me and I didn’t last, I couldn’t, she was too fucking perfect. I yelled out as I found my release and the sexy slut milked my cock.

She slumped down on the bike and stared up at me. “Fuck, I love you,” she whispered.

I chuckled. “Not as much as I love you. I’m gonna make you the happiest Old Lady this club’s ever seen.”

She giggled and swung her arms around me. “I hope so, Seth Scardino. Because I didn’t follow you all this way, not to be yours.”