Haylee's Rider (Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance) (Book 1)

by Crescent, Nikki

  We continued to walk.

  “Who?” I asked.

  “Drop it,” he said sharply.

  “Was it a girlfriend?” I asked.

  Axel put his hand in front of me suddenly and stopped. “Shh,” he said.

  Through the trees, we could see a number of parked bikes. There were three bikers standing around Axel’s bike, which was running.

  We crouched down and hid behind a fallen tree.

  “They found my bike,” he whispered.

  “What do we do?” I asked.

  “They’ll kill us if they find us.”

  A cold shiver crossed over my body. There wasn’t an escape.

  Axel raised his rifle and began to aim it.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  He aimed it at his own bike.

  “When I say run, run and jump on that red bike, there—okay?” Axel said.

  “Towards them?” I asked, perplexed.

  “That’s right,” he said.

  “But…”

  Before I could speak, Axel fired, shooting his own bike. His bullet connected right with his gas tank, igniting his nearly full tank. After a short moment of combustion, the bike exploded into flames and sent the three burly men flying in different directions.

  “Go!” Axel yelled.

  I jumped to my feet and ran over to the bike. Axel hurried over behind me, aiming his gun at the injured men. One of the men began to pull himself to his feet. Axel fired—a perfect shot, connecting with the man’s head and killing him instantly.

  We both hopped onto the bike. The keys were already in the ignition. Axel fired the hog up, and quickly ripped out of the small little turn-off.

  I hugged him tightly, digging my little fingers into his muscular abdomen. I pressed my face up against his hard, strong back. He was warm—and safe. He’d already saved me more times than I cared to count—he was my hero.

  We sped off down the road—too fast for the dazed bikers to catch up to.

  “Where did you learn to shoot like that?” I asked.

  “The Marines,” he said.

  “You were a Marine?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he said.

  We turned down a secondary highway, and began to drive towards the beautiful orange and pink sunrise.

  “Hold on tight,” he said.

  “I am,” I replied.

  “Tighter.”

  I held on as tightly as I could, wrapping my arms around the muscular saviour. He leaned forward and gunned it as hard as he could. We must have been travelling one hundred and fifty miles an hour.

  In just a few hours, we were in the mountains—far from my hometown, which I’d never left in my entire life.

  Chapter 7

  My Hero

  We rode through the day, and into the night. We finally pulled over in a small, cute little ski town. There was snow on the rooftops, and light snowflakes were falling from the sky. We pulled into a little resort motel that was designed like a log cabin.

  Axel brought me with him into the reception area. The room was empty, so Axel rang the little bell.

  An older man walked out from the back. He had little round glasses, and he walked with a hunch. He looked at Axel, and then over to me. At the sight of me, he froze—I was still wearing my skimpy lingerie, with only Axel’s leather coat over my shoulders.

  I guess they weren’t used to seeing whores in this little town.

  “C—Can I help you?” the little old man asked.

  “We need a room,” Axel said.

  “Okay—For how many nights?” the old man asked.

  “Just the night. We’ll be gone early.”

  “Okay—Okay. One bed?”

  Axel looked over at me. “Two beds, please.”

  The little old man looked at me again. I swear he was staring right at my tits.

  “Okay—You’re in room fourteen, just around the back. That will be sixty-five dollars.”

  Axel reached into his back pocket and pulled out a thick wad of money. He counted out sixty-five dollars and handed it to the old man.

  “Thanks,” Axel said.

  Axel and I hopped back on the bike and parked it around back, where it couldn’t be seen from the road. Then, we made our way around towards our room.

  The little town was freezing cold, as it was high up in the mountains, under a few feet of snow.

  Axel stuck the key into the door and opened it. The room was cute—kind of small, with a little wood-burning fireplace in the corner. There was only one bed in the room.

  “Shit—He gave us the wrong room,” Axel said. “I’ll go back and change it. You just wait here.”

  Axel turned around to leave. As he did, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in for a big kiss. Our lips locked for a moment. He was tense for a moment, and then he suddenly relaxed into me.

  His hands lowered down onto my sides and he held tightly.

  Then, after a moment, he pushed himself away.

  “What are you doing?” he asked sharply.

  “I’m repaying you—for rescuing me.”

  “I don’t want some pity sex, Haylee.”

  “It’s not pity sex—I want to do it. I like you,” I said.

  He looked me in the eyes for a moment. His bright blue eyes glistened as he stared down at me.

  He placed his muscular hand behind my head, and he leaned in close. His eyes closed gently, and we kissed again.

  His lips were sweet, like honey, and soft like cashmere. My tongue sunk itself deep into Axel’s mouth, penetrating his lips. It expertly wrapped around Axel’s tongue as my fingers dug into his sides.

  My eyes drifted downwards towards Axel’s lap. I could see his long member beginning to throb and grow in his pants.

  “I want you in me so badly,” I said, sliding my hand down from Axel’s sides, towards the crotch of his pants.

  My small, soft fingers slid onto the shaft of his long dick and I started to squeeze and rub. The sensual movements of my hand against his long dick sent shockwaves of elation through his body, causing his hard cock to begin throbbing violently in my grasp.

  “You like that?” I asked.

  Axel was sinking deeper and deeper into his state of pure bliss. “Yeah,” he said, taking in a long, deep breath of air.

  Slowly, I began to sink down to my knees, sliding off of the soft couch. I moved my hand gently up from Axel’s dick and started to pull down his fly. Carefully, I slipped off his belt and let his pants begin to fall to the ground. Then, I could see Axel’s massive throbber pushing against his cotton boxers, trying desperately to break free. I bit my lip.

  The sight of the bulge made my tight little panties damp and my pupils dilate. Carefully, I took the waistband of his underwear in my hands and pulled downwards, slowly revealing the long shaft of Axel’s cock, inch by inch. I could see blood pumping through his perfect veins. I was hypnotized.

  The long member sprung free as the elastic waistband cleared the bulbous tip. I took the thick shaft in my hand and started to stroke it. I breathed deeply as I watched my fingers travel up and down the soft skin on the hard cock. I gently pulled the foreskin up over the head and then pulled it back down again as the whole shaft pumped in my hand.

  Axel placed his hands on my head and started to massage his fingers into my hair. He pulled me in towards his crotch. I opened up my mouth, and let his beast in.

  The thick girth pushed through my tight, soft lips, stretching them wide. I could feel the massive member sliding deep along my warm, soft tongue. Soon, the cock was pushing its way down my throat.

  Axel let out a long, deep moan. I pulled my head back some, tickling the tip of the dick with the tip of my tongue. With my hands around Axel’s thighs, I could feel an immediate response as his legs tensed up, reacting to a sudden surge of elation. Once again, I let the cock sink in deep for a moment before pulling it out again. I sucked hard and rubbed my tongue all over the throbbing monster.

  I was uncont
rollably horny. I released one of my hands from Axel’s legs and sunk it down between my own legs. I pushed my fingers down the front of my skirt and under my tight panties, and then I started rubbing my soft, wet pussy.

  My head travelled up and down the length of the massive cock, as I picked up my pace. The quicker I went, the hornier I got. The hornier I got, the wetter my slit became. Warm fluid began to dribble out of my as I started to penetrate myself with my fingers.

  I pushed my soft fingers in and pulled them out, quicker and quicker.

  Squish! Squish! Squish!

  I was so incredibly wet; Axel could hear my fingering herself from four feet above. I pulled my head off of Axel’s dick.

  “Fuck me here—Fuck me right here,” I said firmly.

  I fell down onto my back and quickly started to pull down my skirt. Axel dropped down quickly and assisted with the undressing. He pulled away my skirt, revealing my tight, red thong.

  Axel quickly pulled down my underwear and then shimmied in close with his big hard cock in hand. He lined his throbbing tip up with my tight wet hole and, without sparing a moment, penetrated me deeply.

  My head corked back and my mouth opened wide. I let out a long, soft moan as warm juice squished out the sides of Axel’s hard dick. Axel took my slutty lingerie top from the base and pulled it up over my tight red bra. Without bothering to undo it, he pulled the bra down, letting my big whore tits fall out.

  Then, he started fucking me.

  He pulled his pelvis up and then thrust himself down swiftly. He quickly and expertly positioned his arms at my sides and got into a smooth rhythm.

  I was already halfway to cumming. I had lost control of my body, and my arms went limp to my sides. I continued to moan with my eyes shut tightly and my head corked backwards.

  Axel looked down, admiring my cute clean-shaped pubic-hair design. He watched for a moment as his long slick cock pulled out of my, revealing the edge of his thick tip before plunging back down, sending small particles of pussy juice up into the air. He looked back up at my chest, and watched as my soft, supple tits bounced around and jiggled on my fit body. My nipples were as hard as rocks, sticking straight up and out from my body.

  He picked up his pace. His muscles tensed up and bulged outwards. I reached up and grabbed onto his strong arms for support as euphoric waves crashed over my body, becoming stronger and stronger.

  Blood was rushing faster and faster into Axel’s cock. He had shockwaves of elation surging through his own veins, as a tingling sensation grew strong in his dick. He sat up straight and grabbed I by the legs, holding them tightly at his sides.

  He continued pounding me swiftly and quickly.

  Squish! Squish! Squish!

  Axel’s hard pelvis slammed into my soft, wet butt with every powerful revolution. He was close to cumming.

  I, on the other hand, was already cumming. I took in a deep, heavy breath and my moaning suddenly became screaming. My head fell backwards again and my eyes remained closed tight. Axel could feel my tight pussy quivering, throbbing, dribbling and pulsing against his hard shaft.

  “Fuck,” he said out loud, trying his best to hold back his grand finale.

  But he couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled his long wet cock out of my slit. He grabbed it tightly in his hand, and cum began to blast out of it, all over my chest. He finally released a long, deep breath as he unloaded his massive white sticky load onto my tits.

  I held my tits together, catching every single last drop of the warm cum. I looked up into Axel’s eyes and smiled.

  * * *

  We stayed up late together that night, laying in that lodge-like motel room, and watching the fire in the wood-burning fireplace. Axel held my naked tightly in his warm, powerful arms.

  “I wish we didn’t have to run,” I said.

  Axel kissed the top of my head. “Soon enough,” he said.

  We continued to watch the dancing flames.

  “Who do I remind you of?” I asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Earlier, you said that I remind you of someone—someone who isn’t around anymore. Who do I remind you of?”

  Axel looked away from me. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he said, dodging the conversation.

  “Please—tell me.”

  Axel sighed. “About five years ago—You probably wouldn’t have been so lucky.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “I wasn’t always the person I am now. I wasn’t always a good guy.”

  I stared Axel in the eyes and he continued to hold me.

  “There was a girl they brought into the bar—a girl like you,” Axel continued. “It got ugly. People were taking their turn.”

  Axel looked down at the ground with a look of shame on his face.

  “I was one of those people,” he said. “She didn’t make it.”

  “Y—You killed her?” I asked.

  “No—No, I didn’t. She couldn’t handle it. She overdosed. We don’t know if it was suicide or accidental… But she was ashamed of herself—she’d been used by so many of us, and she just couldn’t handle it.”

  “That’s horrible,” I said.

  “She wasn’t the first,” Axel continued. “There were others. Too many others… But she was young—she was pretty. She could have done anything with her life—Like you.”

  “So why do you hang out with those guys?” I asked.

  “Why are you a prostitute?” Axel asked.

  I thought for a moment. “It’s all I know,” I told him.

  “There you go,” Axel said—I answered my own question.

  “But—But the army… Why didn’t you stay with the Marines?” I asked.

  “They got rid of me—They found out about my criminal history, and discharged me.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said.

  “It’s not your fault,” Axel said. “Its just life. When I saw you walk into that bar, I knew that I couldn’t continue living like I was. Something needed to change.”

  I smiled. “And now you’re on the run for your life.”

  “It’s better than being with Lucifer’s Riders.”

  “Is that the name of your gang?” I asked.

  “That’s what they call themselves.”

  “How many are there?” I asked.

  “In the gang?” Axel asked. “Probably one hundred—maybe more. And that’s just in this state. They’re everywhere in the country.”

  Axel pulled me in closer to his body.

  “But you’ll be safe with me. We’ll find somewhere to go—There has to be somewhere for people like us,” he said. He looked down at me and smiled.

  Chapter 8

  Finally Free

  The next morning, I felt different. I felt good—like I had a new lease on life. I walked out of the motel room and across the street to a tiny café, where I grabbed a coffee. I asked the barista where I could buy some new clothes, and she told me to go down the street, where there was a local boutique-clothing store. It was still early, and the store wasn’t opened yet.

  When Axel woke up, he insisted on hitting the road right away. I begged him to let us stay and check out the little ski resort a little bit.

  “There’s no way they’ll find us way out here—not any time soon,” I said.

  Hesitantly, Axel agreed to walk around the town that morning. We went and got breakfast together at a little diner, and then we went and got me some new clothes, to replace my skimpy, cold lingerie. I bought the cutest little beige sweater and a fluffy blue coat, as well as some warm jeans.

  Looking in the store mirror, I barely recognized myself. It had been years since I wore normal people clothes. I was so used to seeing myself as some sexual object. But I wasn’t just some little whore anymore. Now, I was Haylee. I was a person, with a life—a hopeful one.

  “We should hit the road,” Axel insisted.

  I sighed. He was right. It was time to return to our life on the lamb.

 
We returned to the back of the motel, where we’d left Axel’s bike.

  “Wait here—I’ll go grab our stuff,” Axel said.

  I sat down on the bike, in my new, warm fluffy coat. I stared out at the hopeful mountains and smiled. I’d never seen the mountains up close. They were so much bigger and more epic than I could have imagined from pictures. They were so elegant and colossal.

  I continued to wait for Axel. He was taking a long time.

  Dark clouds were beginning to form over the bright blue sky. More snow was eminent. Axel still hadn’t returned from the room.

  I stood up off of the hog and walked towards out motel room. I pushed open the door and poked my head in.

  “Axel?” I called out.

  I walked into the room. It was dark, and there was no sign of my biker hero.

  “Axel—Are you in here?” I asked again.

  Suddenly, a hand fell upon my mouth and an arm wrapped around my body, immobilizing me. I tried to scream, but the hand muffled my mouth. I tried to squirm, but my captor was too strong. I bit down on the hand of the assailant, eliciting a sharp scream, before I was thrown violently against the ground.

  An unfamiliar man pounced me and held me down on the ground. He began to stuff a sock in my mouth, silencing me without the risk of being bitten.

  The man was tall, and kind of skinny—he didn’t look like a biker. He was pale, and clean-shaven. He was wearing a suit—a cheap suit.

  I looked around the room.

  Tied to a chair, with tape around his mouth, was Axel.

  We’d been captured.

  Chapter 9

  Matthew

  “So, you thought you could just skip town and steal my money,” a familiar voice said.

  A dark figure emerged from a back room. I immediately recognized the voice—It was Matthew.

  My eyes grew wide. How did he find me? How did he track me down?

  “Let me make it extraordinarily clear—no one steals from me and gets away with it. No one.”

  I tried to yell at him, but I couldn’t because of the sock in my mouth.

  “And to leave with a biker, of all people—Did you not listen to anything I ever said?” Matthew continued.