Joker_A Bad Boy Biker Romance

by Jade Kuzma

  “I love you, Faye.”

  I didn’t care what she thought. I didn’t care if she hated me. I just had to tell her the truth.

  “I don’t care if you hate me,” I said. “I don’t care if you never want to see me again. I want you to know that I love you. You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved in my life.”

  “Hunter…”

  She closed her eyes and tears leaked down her cheeks. I put my thumb up and felt how warm her face was as I wiped her tears away.

  “Hunter…”

  She swallowed as she had trouble speaking.

  “I love you.”

  Hearing her say it hit me. Something inside of me went off like a dam bursting in my chest.

  I rushed my face to hers and kissed her. My tongue probed her mouth. She didn’t resist, sticking her tongue out and licking my tongue just the same. Deep kisses echoed into the night sky. My desire for her had taken complete control of me.

  I peeled my leather jacket off and let it drop to the side. I took my shirt off and undid my belt as fast as I could. At the same time, Faye reached underneath her skirt and pulled her panties down. She tugged them down to her ankles until they snapped free and hung over one of her feet.

  She gasped into my mouth when I picked her up from the ground. I set her down on my ride right before me. She leaned back just a bit and spread her legs. I took a step back and admired what was right in front of me. A wet pussy that glistened. I knew how good it would feel to slide right into her. Just the thought was enough to make my dick so hard that it hurt.

  I freed my cock. My jeans around my ankles, I positioned myself between her legs. My tip hit her folds and her eyelids fluttered.

  “Fuck me… Fuck me, Hunter… Fuck me—Ahh!”

  I pushed a deep gasp out of her when I plunged my cock into her wet pussy. She was wetter than I could’ve ever thought. Her slick walls swallowed my cock whole like a vacuum. I buried myself completely into her, pressing my hilt against her lips and enjoying the wet warmth of her insides.

  She wrapped her arms around my shoulders to brace herself. Her legs spread and pointed into the air, Faye balanced herself on my bike so that I could get as deep into her as I could.

  I gripped her ankles and held her legs up. I started rocking my hips back and forth. I pounded her so hard that the wet sound of our bodies colliding grew louder and louder.

  “Hunter… Hunter, fuck…”

  I knew she felt it. She couldn’t fake it. Faye never spoke like that. She was always so in control, so refined. I was seeing the real her. The Faye that loved how good it felt to have me inside of her.

  “Fuck… You feel so good, babe…”

  “Harder… Fuck me harder…”

  Faye’s face grimaced in agony but she begged for me to keep going. Listening to her whimper helplessly only made me work even harder. I pounded her tight pussy to the point that my bike rocked underneath us.

  “Yes… Yes! Fuck! Just like that!”

  She finally shut her eyes. Seeing how beautiful she was when she took me made it hard for me to hold back.

  I fucked her like it was the last time. Over and over. Back and forth. Deep forceful strokes. I jammed my cock into her like a piston so that she could feel my shaft rubbing against her walls.

  “Hunter… Hunter, I can’t…”

  I could feel her losing her balance. I quickly dropped her ankles and wrapped my hands around her back. She was so much smaller than me that it didn’t take much effort to lift her.

  I brought her face to mine. A deep kiss was a temporary break from the pounding I gave her. But we couldn’t stop for long. Not when we both fucking wanted it so bad.

  I set her back down on her feet and she turned around. Her pussy wet with juices dripping down her insides, Faye spread her legs to show me the prize I wanted so desperately.

  My hands tightened around her waist. My cock moved to the heat between her legs. I found her pussy again quickly. A deep thrust forced me to grunt and her to squeal.

  I slammed my cock into her and found my rhythm. Hard smacks of her ass against my hilt were loud enough for everybody from Ivory to Holt to hear. I didn’t care. I wanted everybody to know what I was doing. I wanted them to know how much I cared about the woman in front of me.

  “Hunter… Hunter… I… Fuck…”

  Stuttered breaths and incoherent curse words continued to spill out of Faye. Listening to her whimpers made me more focused. Nothing would stop me from reaching the end that we were both desperate for.

  I squeezed her waist hard in my grip so she wouldn’t move. I rifled my cock back and forth with long, forceful strokes. Faye gasped with every thrust.

  She turned around to look at me. Hair messy. Mouth half-open. Eyes fluttering. She told me everything she was feeling without saying a single word.

  “Fuck… I’m gonna come… I’m gonna come…”

  “Do it… Come inside of me…”

  Faye stood up straight and reached her arms back. She wrapped them around my shoulders and stared right into my eyes as I kept pounding her. I reached my hands up and gripped her breasts, still fucking her as hard as I could.

  Our eyes locked on each other, Faye whispered into my mouth.

  “Come inside of me… I want your cum inside of me…”

  “Say it… Say my name…”

  “Hunter… Hunter, I want you to come inside of me… Please…”

  I squeezed her tits tight through her top. I was so fucking close that nothing could stop me.

  A few more pumps and I lost control. I shoved my cock up into her as deep as I could. Her body jerked when I let go of the first thick jet of cum. Another stream forced her body to shake again.

  I grunted through gritted teeth, my eyes locked on hers while I came. Every muscle in my body tightened. My heart pounded in my chest.

  Faye stared back at me as she shook. Her mouth was open but nothing came out but stifled breaths. She trembled against me. Her walls tightened and milked my cock for every last drop I had.

  I kept my cock planted inside of her before everything was drained from me. Another deep kiss signaled the end of the climax we were both so desperate for.

  I held her in my arms. My body pressed against Faye’s, I closed my eyes and regained my senses.

  I already knew what I had to do. Being with Faye like this only made it clearer.

  “The sun’s down,” she whispered.

  I looked up and saw how dark the night sky had become.

  “The tournament’s about to start.”

  Another deep kiss gave me more motivation I didn’t need. I pressed my face to the side of hers and whispered into her ear.

  “It’s time to go to Eden.”

  Chapter 24

  HUNTER

  “Ladies and gentlemen! The final table of the first ever Nirvana poker tournament right here in Eden has arrived!”

  The obnoxious tournament director gathered everybody’s attention in the casino. It wasn’t the first time I’d played cards with a peanut gallery but this was more than usual. It was kinda surprising to think that this many people gave a shit about poker, even with so much money involved.

  It didn’t matter to me though. The only person I cared about was standing off to the side by herself. Faye looked as gorgeous as she always did. A constant reminder of my only motivation.

  There were eight other players at the table with me. It was the usual mixed bag you’d see, even though it was a bigger tournament. Rich assholes who didn’t know what to do with their money. Scumbag professionals who made a living gambling. I guess I was one of those scumbags. And then there were a couple of amateurs who looked like they lucked their way into the final table.

  No matter how good you were, Lady Luck was always there. Sometimes she was on your side. Sometimes she wasn’t. It didn’t matter to me how she was feeling about me tonight. I knew exactly what I needed to do.

  “These nine players will vie for the top prize with first pla
ce taking home a cool 1.2 million dollars.”

  The crowd oohed at how much money was at stake. Frankly, I was in just amount of awe. I couldn’t show that though. I didn’t want any of these motherfuckers to think that I was starstruck. I couldn’t let anybody get a read on me. Especially the man sitting right across from me.

  Alvarez looked a little different tonight. Sure, the motherfucker was as sloppy as he always was. Probably stuffed his face with a couple of whole turkeys before the start of the tournament. But his white suit was a little fancier than it usually was. He was dressed like a man who was about to celebrate winning the biggest prize.

  “Shuffle up and deal!”

  The crowd of hundreds cheered. I kept my eyes locked on Faye as the first hand was dealt. Everybody else was enthusiastic but she stood there like a fucking statue. She didn’t know what was gonna happen. I took some comfort in knowing that it would only be a matter of time until I put her at ease.

  My first hand was strong right out of the gate. Most of the other players were cautious. You didn’t want to work your way to this point just to get knocked out on a rash decision. There was no reason to rush. That gave me every reason to push.

  One hand down and a small stack of chips to my side. Another hand down. Then another. Then another.

  The audience maintained their interest, making noise after every hand. I didn’t give a shit too much about who was watching except for Faye. She remained in her spot looking as nervous as she always was. A constant reminder that I had to do what I had to do.

  “You’re playing quite well so far,” Alvarez said to me from across the table.

  “Sometimes the cards just fall in your favor,” I responded.

  “Perhaps. Sometimes it’s just luck.”

  “Sometimes we have to make our own luck.”

  Alvarez gave me a confident smirk. He had every reason to. The asshole had a gun to my head. He knew that I was the only man at the table that he had to worry about. And I kept proving it when I kept pushing.

  “It looks like Jacobson has taken a commanding lead! Will anybody be able to make a dent in his chip stack?”

  There was a lot to playing poker besides the cards and the players. How much money you had also determined how you played. No chips and you had to play tight and not take any risks. More chips meant you could play more hands and live with the consequences.

  Alvarez had a decent stack of chips on his side of the table. He didn’t play much. The bastard was making it obvious to me that he didn’t need to make a push. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he threatened every other man sitting at the table.

  Seeing as how Alvarez wasn’t playing much, I decided to capitalize. I kept pushing. A few hours went by and finally the players started to take their chances. Three of a kind ran into straights. Straights ran into flushes. Flushes ran into full houses. It was a bloodbath with players eventually getting knocked out one by one. And with every player that was eliminated, the amount of money available started to grow.

  “We are down to three!”

  The announcer informed the audience to a growing amount of cheers.

  “We’ve got Alvarez in third place with just over 500,000 in chips. Sanders is right ahead of him at 600,000. And Jacobson has a commanding lead with more than a million. One of these three men will be walking away with the 1.2 million dollar first place prize!”

  I kept my eyes on the felt as the dealer tossed out the cards.

  “You hear that, Jacobson?” Alvarez said to me from across the table. “You’re that much closer to the million dollars. You’ve come this far. You don’t wanna make any mistakes and throw it all away.”

  I shifted my eyes up toward him. He gave me a cold stare even though there was a smile on his lips. Assholes like him always had to remind people of what they were holding over them. It was the only way they could feel good about themselves.

  I didn’t pay much attention to him. Another glance at Faye to make sure she was still there reminded me of what was important.

  “It’s not about mistakes,” I said. “Sometimes you don’t know if something is right or wrong. You just make a decision and live with the consequences.”

  “Is that the way you see things?”

  “I guess we’ll find out.”

  The third man, Sanders, was focused on the hand while Alvarez kept talking. I was so distracted that I almost didn’t notice the massive bet Sanders was pushing into the center of the table.

  “And Sanders is all in!” the tournament director said.

  The crowd gasped and leaned forward to get a better look. I kept my eyes locked on Alvarez, not bothering to see what kind of hand Sanders had.

  “It appears that the cards aren’t in my favor tonight,” Alvarez said.

  He pushed his cards into the center of the table. Everybody turned toward me.

  Sanders was an unassuming, middle-aged man. Just a regular guy who’d gotten to this point with skill, luck, or some combination of the two. Even if he didn’t win, he’d take home a hefty prize.

  It didn’t matter if I lost this hand. I’d still be in the tournament.

  “I call,” I said.

  Sanders flipped over his hole card and revealed two pair, fives and sevens with a jack kicker. I sighed a soft breath through my nose and revealed my hole card.

  “Sanders is showing two pair, fives and sevens. Jacobson is showing three jacks. He takes it down and eliminates Sanders in third place!”

  The crowd around me erupted louder than I expected. I looked around and noticed that the audience had doubled in size. It was like every rich asshole in a hundred mile radius decided to come out to see what was happening.

  “Good luck.”

  Sanders patted me on the arm and walked away with a smile on his face. A nice payday was coming his way, so he had every reason to be in a good mood.

  “We are down to two! Who will it be?”

  “Well, well, well…” Alvarez said. “It looks like it’s down to you and me. And to think, I could’ve barred you from this casino and I wouldn’t be playing you.”

  “Maybe it’s for the best that you play me,” I said. “You know exactly who you’re dealing with.”

  “Yes, I do. All of the conversations we’ve had before. Do you remember them, Jacobson?”

  He narrowed his eyes, that smug smirk still on his face. I kept my focus, not smiling, not frowning, not crying or laughing. No emotions made it clear to him that I was serious.

  “I remember everything you said to me,” I said. “Every word.”

  “Good. A man who knows what’s important always values his cards and plays properly.”

  The dealer tossed out the first hand. I looked down at my cards.

  Two of hearts in the hole.

  Four of hearts showing.

  Alvarez was showing a three of clubs.

  “The bet is on you, sir,” the dealer said.

  Alvarez stroked his chin like he was thinking hard.

  “You know what?” he said. “I feel lucky. A hundred thousand.”

  “Alvarez bets 100,000,” the director announced.

  “I call,” I said.

  I pushed my chips forward.

  As the dealer dealt another card to us, Alvarez kept rambling.

  “It’s a funny thing,” he said. “One day you’re just playing some cards in the casino. The next thing you know, you’re on the verge of a giant prize.”

  “Life’s funny that way,” I said.

  “Life’s funny. That’s one way of putting it. I like to think that life is short.”

  Alvarez kept smirking at me as the dealer informed it was his best.

  “Another hundred thousand,” Alvarez said.

  “I call.”

  I pushed my chips so fast into the center of the table that Alvarez’s eyes widened. It was only for a split-second but long enough for me to see the concern on his face.

  Another card was dealt. I looked down at my hand and saw the impr
ovement.

  Two of hearts in the hole.

  Four of hearts.

  Five of hearts.

  Three of hearts.

  From what I could see of Alvarez’s hand, it was just as strong.

  Three of clubs.

  Three of spades.

  Seven of diamonds.

  Hole card.

  Alvarez scratched the side of his face and kept talking.

  “I check,” he said.

  “Check,” I responded.

  “The players will be dealt their final card.”

  Alvarez kept his eyeballs locked on me. As soon as the cards were dealt, the grin he had grew even wider.

  “Interesting,” he said. “I’m sure you know what it means to be pot committed, don’t you?”

  “I do.”

  “I don’t know if I have you beat. But I just can’t get away from this hand. I’ve already put in so much… I’m all-in.”

  “Alvarez is all-in! He’s putting his entire tournament on the line!”

  Everybody gasped in unison at the announcement. I stayed patient in my seat while the dealer made sure to count the chips properly.

  “The action is on Jacobson.”

  “It’s a funny thing,” Alvarez said. “They always say that in poker, you’ve gotta win as many hands as you can. You’ve got something but you’ve gotta have a little more. But sometimes it’s knowing when to walk away and cut your losses. Sometimes you just have to be grateful for what you have and not try to push your luck.”

  I closed my eyes and focused. Despite all of the chatter around me. Despite Alvarez trying to threaten me not so directly. Despite the amount of money on the table in front of me. Through it all, I saw Faye. She was standing in the crowd but I could feel her. She wasn’t right next to me. She was in my head. She was in my chest. Everything was for her. She was all that mattered now.

  “You’re a good player, Jacobson,” Alvarez said. “I’m older than you, so I’ve got more experience. I think you can learn a lot from me. I’m sure you learned a lot from our last conversation.”

  I opened my eyes and looked to the side. Everybody was on their fucking tiptoes just waiting to see what I was gonna do. But all I could see was Faye. Her arms by her side, she looked as innocent as she always did.