Wait For Me

CHANCE

We have to meet with Trigger in about an hour. I only brought five of my guys along with me because I wanted to give most of the men the night off to spend with their old ladies.

We single ones took the night shift. Because we have time, we figure we might as well stop at Suzy’s for a quick beer before picking up supplies. It’s cold as fuck outside, and I’m glad to warm up.

Immediately when I walk in the door, I lock eyes with the beautiful Kyra, and she’s sitting so close to fucking Trigger she’s almost on his lap! What the fuck? She may look all innocent, but maybe she’s just some young slut looking for biker cock after all.

I storm over to their booth, with a few of my men following close behind. Kyra looks at me like she’s about to cry and run away. Trigger throws me some attitude, and I let him know it ain’t acceptable.

I’m about to walk away when I hear the sexiest little whispered hello. Kyra smirks at me with her big blue fuck-me eyes.

Oh, fuck this! I drag Kyra with me outside toward my bike, parked along the bar’s side and hidden from the road. She’s either buzzed or really fucking clumsy because she almost trips like three times.

“What do you want, Chance?” She rolls her eyes at me when we stop beside my bike.

“What the hell are you doing with the Twisted Reapers? You just some desperate whore looking for some biker cock? You just looking to make foster daddy mad?”

When I say this, the look in her eyes breaks my heart.

“Fuck you, Chance!” she yells and then tries to storm off, but I grab her by the waist and slam her down on my bike.

I step between her legs and yank the back of her hair, forcing her eyes to look up at me. “You just looking for some biker cock, baby?” If she’s gonna act like a whore, then I guess I’ll treat her like one.

The cold night air is nothing compared to the freezing glare she shoots at me.

“No,” she says, her voice just as cold. “I fucking wanted you, but you told me it would never happen! I’m so sorry for just trying to move on with my fucking life! I didn’t realize you’ve got dibs on getting laid!” she practically spits in my face.

I yank her hair harder. “You watch your fucking tone. I tried to be the good guy, Kyra, because I thought you were a good girl, but I guess I was fucking wrong. I’ll give you what you want, baby,” I tell her, and then I release her hair and start undoing my belt.

She looks at me wide-eyed and innocent.

“You ever suck cock before, angel?” I ask her as I pull out my rock-hard dick. Her mouth drops open when she sees my thick nine inches.

“Y-yeah, I have…,” she stutters. Fuck. So sweet. So innocent.

“Don’t lie to me, baby.” She can’t fucking fool me. She’s trying to act like she’s not just some innocent little angel, but I know she fucking is. “Suck my cock then,” I whisper while I fist my cock standing over her. She looks so fucking sexy sitting on my bike like this.

She grabs onto my dick and squeezes. Fuck, I swear I could have jizzed right then and there. She leans forward and swirls her tongue around my tip and licks up the drop of pre-cum.

Suddenly she wraps her sexy lips around my cock and takes me as deep as she can go; she comes up gagging with her eyes watering. Jesus Christ, she’s perfect.

“I’m gonna try this again, angel. Am I the first cock you’ve ever put in that pretty mouth of yours?” I rasp out as I put my hand on the back of her head and slowly push my cock deeper into her mouth again, making her choke.

I pull out, giving her enough time to say the words, “Yes, Chance, you’re my first.”

“I’m gonna cum in your mouth, angel. You’re gonna take every last drop,” I say as she swallows my cock as far as she can, and I shoot my cum into the back of her throat. Holy fuck.

Kyra sits up. She’s got tears streaming down her face and saliva mixed with a bit of my cum on her chin. She’s never looked more beautiful.

She wipes her mouth on her hand. “I’m not just looking for biker cock,” she whispers, staring down at her feet.

“I know, angel, but you got it anyway. You got my cock,” I wink at her. She doesn’t smile at all; she actually looks like she’s gonna cry.

“Fuck, what is it, Kyra?” I ask her, feeling annoyed. That was probably the best damn blow job of my life, and she’s totally crashing my vibe.

“I liked you, Chance, but you just forgot about me. Now you’re back, having me suck your dick like it’s an everyday occurrence, and you haven’t even kissed me,” she whispers, her lip trembling. “And now this.”

“Kyra, this is childish shit! This is why I’m trying to stay away. I ain’t the type to make love and then cuddle you to sleep. I fuck, and then I leave. That’s just the way my life works, and I ain’t changing that.”

Kyra’s face is wet with a few slow tears. She wipes them off with the back of her hand and then hops off my bike. “That’s fine. I’ll find someone else who will do all the things you won’t.” A small sniffle escapes her, and she turns, trying to walk away from me.

I grab her arm and yank her into my chest. “Don’t push me.” My jaw clenches as I glare down at her.

She glances up at me, a trace of annoyance in her eyes. “What the fuck do you want, Chance? You are so complicated!”

What the fuck do I want? I want her! But she’s too young, too innocent to understand the darkness of my world. And I’m not about to make promises I can’t keep.

I open my mouth to tell her to stop her childish whining—even though I asked for it by grabbing her arm and pulling her soft body next to mine—when I hear the rumble of bikes approaching.

Four men, clad in worn leather that I can’t read, pull up by the door. They must be in another club from around here. All of a sudden, two loud pops echo through the air.

Fuck! Gunshots!

I dive on Kyra and knock her down behind the row of my men’s bikes. “Stay down!” I tell her as I pull out my gun and start firing at the men. The sudden shots bring my brothers out of the bar, guns blazing.

Kyra grabs my arm. “Chance—”

“Not now!” I snap, letting loose at the fuckers. For a split second, it feels like we’re gaining the upper hand, even with the sudden attack.

But then the roar of another set of engines cuts through the air.

Reinforcements.

And they aren’t ours.