by Ally Vance
“Yeah we are. Now fuck off,” I growl before hitting the end button. My cock is painfully hard, and I need to ease that ache.
“One day, princess. One day you’ll be easin’ this ache with those perfect lips of yours,” I say as I pull my cock free and stroke it. I watch her the whole time, when she stands and slowly sways her hips to the headphones she has in her ears. The way her body moves calls to me like a goddamn drug and I’m a fucking fiend I need it. I crave it and even more, I feel like I’ll be lost without it.
“Fuck,” I hiss, as I fist myself thinking about those lips. Those goddamn plush lips wrapped around me. With each tug, I think about her until I come all over the towel in front of me. My body jerks, tensing up as I watch her move. Call me a sick fuck; I suppose you’d be right, but that girl is magnetic and off limits. It’s part of what makes her even more desirable. She can’t be touched because her father would rain hell down on this city, but for now, from here, she can be mine. She is mine.
I don’t leave my post until she goes back inside and even then I’m pissed off that I can’t see her. I want to see her. I want to taste her, but I need a goddamn plan first. I can’t just take her, that would start a war that I don’t need right now. So, for now I can keep my eyes on her from here until something comes to mind.
Shoving myself up from the chair I look back over at the bed and see Terry still sound asleep. Club whores are the best when they keep their mouths closed. I don’t need her running back and telling the whole damn club that I jerk off to the same girl damn near every night of my life. I don’t need that load of bullshit on my case.
Since she’s still passed out, I climb in the shower and wash away what I’ve just done. The heat surrounds me and washes away my sins. Not that I’m a religious man but when it comes to the clubs, we have strict rules. Which in turn makes me laugh a little. If Mitch knew I lived across the street from his precious little girl he would have lost his shit epically. He would have moved her out a long time ago but apparently she’s good at keeping secrets. Secrets that work to my advantage. Either that or the motherfucker isn’t smart enough to check into his kid’s surroundings. Either way I take advantage of that and keep my own eyes on her. That sexy little body. That long dark hair. Yeah, one day she’s going to be mine.
Climbing out of the shower, I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist before heading back into my room. There sits Terry licking her pretty red lips. Dropping my towel, I nod toward my cock and watch her slide off the bed and crawl on hands and knees across the floor to me. Then she takes my length in her hand and slowly strokes it until it’s hard and ready to be taken. Finally, she wraps her lips around my cock and sucks like her goddamn life depends on it. Those may be Terry’s lips, but all I can do is picture my princess, Harley. Wrapping my fingers up in Terry’s hair, I fuck her face until she has tears streaming down her cheeks. She gags and I thrust harder needing to find another release because that fucking girl’s face will never leave my mind. I will never be able to stop seeing her in my head, and I take that out on Terry.
Chapter Two
Harley
There he is. Just like I knew he’d be. That muscled-up, shirtless man is on the rooftop working out again. He does it almost every night. Sickly enough, I sit here from my window and watch him while talking on the phone with my dad. President of the Lowlife MC, I’m a club princess and that means almost all men are off limits to me. Dad doesn’t want me with any of his guys and he sure as hell doesn’t want me with any outsiders. Where does that leave me? Stalking the man across the street on his roof working out every day. It’s a sad reality in my world. Of course, I date and go out, that’s the whole point of living on my own. I didn’t even tell my dad where I was living because I knew he’d find some sort of fault in the place and then he’d make me move. Not going to happen.
Ending my call with dad, I resume my stalking. Yeah, I watch him. It would be hard not to. He keeps his head down, never letting me get a good glimpse of his face but that body? Damn, a girl can’t help but have some sexy hot dreams about that body. I lay down on my bed, watching the way his muscles move. I picture that man between my thighs as I drag my vibrator over my nipple, down my chest, over my stomach, and between my parted thighs. I keep my eyes on him as he throws punches at the bag, wishing he were here hugging my body as tightly as he does that bag.
I gasp as the vibrator moves over my clit and then I slide it inside of me. With each stroke I dream about him being the one touching me. I picture him. I don’t know him, but I want to. I’ve thought about going over there and just getting it out of the way, but where’s the fun in that? And what would I say? I’m the girl who stalks you from across the street? I also know there’s a rival MC member living in that building somewhere, and I sure as hell don’t want to cause any issues with them or my dad. So, I keep to myself, watching from a distance.
I circle my clit until my body tenses up and then I let myself go. I let myself imagine him in between my thighs, licking and sucking until I scream his name. With each spasm, I call out for him. A man that I don’t even know, but a girl can dream, right?
When I come down from my self-induced high, I reach over and grab my phone off the bed and call my best friend, Angel. It doesn’t take her long to pick up.
“What are you doing up so late?”
“Watching the hot guy. We on for the club tomorrow?”
“Does your dad know you’re going?” she asks hesitantly.
“Fuck no.”
“Then yes, we’re on. How are you going to get out from under him for the night?” she asks.
“Dad doesn’t run every aspect of my life. I have been in this apartment for how long and he still doesn’t question me. He thinks I live over by one of his guys still,” I tell her. She laughs into the line knowing that has been my biggest lie so far.
“I can’t believe he doesn’t know yet. I mean what the fuck, Harls.”
“Dad doesn’t check up on me much. He calls but he’s got a lot going on with the club. I can basically do what I want, when I want. I just need to watch my own ass and that’s what I’ve been doing. So, we’re going out tomorrow night,” I tell her. Dad has too much with the club to be focused on what I do. I know at one point he had a prospect watching me but that was years ago. Once I turned twenty-one he backed off a little. How does a father not know his daughter moved across town? It doesn’t bother me since we barely get along as it is. Dad wants me right under his nose and I want my freedom. I don’t even know who my mom is, but from what I’m told she was nothing but a club whore my dad happened to impregnate. Not that I give a shit, but growing up in the club was far from usual. I hated going to school and hearing the stories of a normal life. I didn’t get a chance to have that life.
“I have that new red dress you can wear. It’ll look hot on you with your skin tone,” she says happily. If I hadn’t met Angel through the club I would have been lost. She’s been my best friend since we were kids and now we’re inseparable.
“Oh, with those thigh high black boots. That will be killer,” I tell her as I keep my eyes on the man. He’s leaning against his punching bag, out of breath from his workout I’m sure. Then something strange happens. He lifts his head and almost as if he can sense my eyes on him he turns around. I quickly shut the light off and slink down in the bed so he can’t see me, barely catching a glimpse of his face and laugh.
“What? What happened?”
“He almost caught me,” I giggle into the line.
“The hot roof guy?”
“Yes! Do you know how embarrassing that would have been? Oh my God, Angel.”
“Then stop stalking the man!”
“Define stalking. I just like looking at him,” I inform her.
“Yeah, that’s all it is. You watch for him – daily and watch him without letting him see you, that’s officially stalking him, Harls.”
“Whatever. It is not. I need to go to sleep. Dad wants to see me in the morning, a
nd I don’t feel like dealing with him if I don’t get enough sleep. Love you,” I tell her.
“Love you back.” The line goes dead and I take the chance to peek back out the window. The man has gone back to his work out and I let his perfect body lull me to sleep.
Chapter Three
Devious
Club shit is club shit but her? She isn’t. And she’s sneaking out on her dad. This is the perfect opportunity for me to get close but not too close. Opting to leave my cut behind, I stroll into the club she and her friend just entered in a white t-shirt that hugs my chest, a hoodie, and a pair of jeans that hang low on my hips. I know I can get the reaction I want but I also need to keep my distance. Touching her would mean death or at least a war for me.
“Why are we here?” Bend, one of my guys, asks.
“I’m lookin’ for someone,” I tell him. He chuckles and I choose to ignore him as I scan the crowd for her.
“Why don’t you just talk to her?” he asks like it’s the easiest thing in the world. He knows I have a thing for a girl; he just doesn’t know who she is. If he did, it would certainly change everything.
“Why don’t you shut the fuck up and follow orders?” I snap at him before ordering a beer. Bringing it to my lips, I survey the room for any of her dad’s men, but I don’t see any. Just like I thought, she was sneaking out behind his back. She’s in the middle of the dance floor, dancing with her friend, Angel. Yeah, I know all about these girls. Both twenty-one years old, both of their dad’s members of the goddamn Lowlife MC. They got the lowlife part right. I can’t stand the sneaky fuckers myself. They are always trying to find a way to steal someone else’s hard-earned money. We don’t make shit the legal way but that doesn’t mean it’s open for theft. We work hard moving drugs and guns around this city, and to have these little fucks come in and try to steal what doesn’t belong to them is just like a slap to the face.
“Goddamn,” Bend hisses as I follow his gaze. He’s looking at her. My Harley.
“Keep your fuckin’ eyes where they belong, Bend.”
“That’s her?” I nod my head, and he whistles. “Fuck, prez. That is one fine piece of ass.” I nearly turn around and punch the motherfucker right here and now, but I know that would cause a scene that we don’t need. Instead, I ignore him and watch her dance with her friend. I’m not the only man with his eyes on her. There are plenty here that think they are going to touch what doesn’t belong to them. They just don’t know yet that she belongs to me.
“Be right back,” I tell him passing him my beer. I see her walking toward the back where the bathrooms are located, and I know not all the guys here are on their best behavior. Following her through the crowd, another man steps in front of me, grabbing her ass. Anger surges inside of me when I pull my hoodie over my head and low over my eyes. I grab him by the back of his neck right after she squeals, and I slam him into the wall.
“Don’t fuckin’ put your hands on her!” I roar. I’m about to pound the shit out of the asshole but then I feel her hand on my arm. It’s like a goddamn inferno burning through my veins. I don’t look up at her, just keep my head down.
“Thank you for that but don’t hurt him. They will call the cops quick as shit around here,” she says.
She’s protecting me. I nod my head not saying a word, shoving the asshole back toward the dance floor until she tries to walk away. Then I move in, pinning her body against the wall facing away from me. I lean down and inhale her scent as her body trembles.
“You smell so fuckin’ good,” I rasp near her ear.
“What are you doing?”
“Somethin’ I wanted to do for so long,” I whisper near her ear. Fuck she smells like peaches and heaven. I want to taste her, to see if she tastes like that but I need to stop this. I need to stop it now.
“Who are you?”
“Someone you should stay away from,” I tell her huskily. Her body, her scent - it’s all making me dizzy. No woman has ever been able to do this to me before and I love it. Every sick second of it. I lower my head to her shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to her exposed flesh. She shivers and a gasp escapes her perfect lips. My cock hardens and I know she can feel it.
“Then why are you still here?” she asks me breathlessly.
“Because I’m not a smart man.” She giggles a little and that causes her ass to move against my cock. I groan when I hear her friend calling out to her. Just as quickly as I pinned her to the wall, I’m releasing her and hauling ass out of here. I can’t let her know who I am. She can’t see my face.
I quickly make my way back to the bar to grab another drink because after that little interaction I’m going to need it.
Chapter Four
Harley
I dance in the sexiest way possible knowing he’s out there somewhere. I can feel his eyes on me, but I can’t pinpoint him. His scent still lingers in my nose and it swallows me whole. I’ve locked gazes with a few guys standing around but none of them felt right. None of them were him.
“He kissed you?” Angel asks once more.
“My shoulder, Angel. He didn’t kiss me,” I tell her once again. I wished to God he would have kissed me, but he didn’t. The way his hard body was pressed against mine, I yearned for more than just his lips. He reminds me of him. That hot, hard body of the guy on the rooftop. I may be insane but maybe I’m not. Maybe it is him. Spinning around, I gaze around the club once more trying to pick him out but it’s useless. Too many faces, too many shadows. Then an idea hits and I spin back to look at Angel a smile on my face.
“I need to try something. If I’m not back in thirty minutes, call my dad.”
“What the hell, Harley? What are you doing?”
“Just promise to stay inside and call my dad if I’m not back in thirty,” I beg her. Knowing she’s my best friend, she isn’t going to say no, so it doesn’t come as a surprise when she nods her head. I smile and turn to head toward the back, finding the guy who grabbed my ass earlier. I put on all my best moves before inviting him outside. If the guy is still here, and I’m pretty sure he is, he’ll come.
The drunk asshole follows me out into the alley where I shove him against the wall. My lips are on his before he starts getting a little carried away.
“Stop. We’re only kissing,” I tell him when he spins us around and slams me against the wall. I gasp when my back hits, my head slamming into the brick.
“You didn’t bring me out here to kiss,” he growls. Then he’s back at me, pulling at my dress, trying to lift it off. I’m about to scream when he’s ripped away from me.
“You son of a bitch!” the man in the hoodie roars before pounding his fist into the other guy’s face. I should feel bad, but I don’t. I shouldn’t have brought that guy out here, but I knew he was watching me and now I have the proof of that. He’s here. He has to be the one I feel all the time. Who the fuck else would be watching me like that?
I watch him beat the shit out of the guy before dragging him down farther into the alley. It’s dark and I’m about to run back inside when I’m shoved against the wall much like I was inside. My breathing is sporadic, and I know I shouldn’t be playing with this man’s head the way I am, but there is something about him that I want to see. Scratch that, I need to see.
“What are you tryin’ to do, baby girl?”
“What? Nothing.”
“You want my attention? That what this is?” he asks, his warm breath dancing over my flesh. I swallow hard but words won’t form. His face is still hidden in the shadows and the low-pulled hoodie.
“I just….”
“Wanted me to show up. You wanted to see me lose control, but one day, baby girl, I’m gonna lose control with you,” he growls and heat seeps into my bones. I can feel his cock hard and ready at my ass. Even as I shift and he groans, I know I’m playing with fire. He emits power, danger, and heat. And I want more.
“Who are you?”
“You know the answer to that,” he whispers, his lips nippin
g the lobe of my ear. My breathing is strangled as I listen to the sound of him breathing. Is he the guy on the roof top? Who else could he be?
“Do you know my dad?”
“I know of him. Not personally, no.”
I lick my suddenly dry lips before trying to turn my head. He doesn’t let me get that far. In seconds, there’s something being tied around my eyes before he spins me to face him. Then like we were old lovers his lips claim mine in a kiss that nearly knocks the air from my lungs. My knees wobble, and my heart pounds in my chest. When he pulls away, I’m breathless and in need of more. So much more.
“When I walk away, you take this off. Not until then, yeah?”
“Why? Why can’t I see you?” I ask.
“Once you take this off, you’ll understand.” With that I can feel his heat as it leaves me. I wait in a stunned state for a few seconds before slipping the blindfold off. Glancing up and down the alley, he’s gone into the night but when I look at what was wrapped around my eyes, I understand.
“Holy shit. He’s a Renegade MC member,” I whisper to myself. No, I can’t be dreaming about some rival MC member. That can’t be happening, but when I bring the bandana to my nose and inhale, it’s all him. It’s his scent that I want to keep forever because as sick as it sounds, I need him.
Chapter Five
Devious
“Yo, D. Where’s your head at, brother?” I glance over at Pine and shake my head. Where my head’s at is none of his goddamn business. I flick my cigarette through the air, watching it flicker as it hits the ground. I’m pissed off that I’m not at home. I’m pissed I’m going to miss her being outside, but I know I need to keep my distance from her. Even if I am just looking from afar, I’ve already had a taste of her sweet lips and now I can’t think of anything else. My mind is gone, thinking of only her. Last night was like tasting forbidden fruit and I want more. Shaking my head, I need to get my focus back on the job. I need to think about this, not her.
