The Biker's Love

Chapter Six

Warning: Sexual Content ******Harper******

"How you feeling, Eva?" I asked as I sat in the clubhouse kitchen, Eva sitting across from me.

"I should be asking you that question." Eva sighed, guilt swirling in her eyes. "You shouldn't have intervened, Harper."

"And what? Let them take you? I couldn't do that, Eva." I shook my head, my stomach dropping just thinking of it.

"Well, you would've saved a lot of hurt." She shook her head, placing a warm cup of coffee in front of me.

"Yea but I'd never forgive myself if I hadn't done anything. It was worth the hurt." I smiled and she did the same, calming the nerves I had in my stomach. Pierce walked in jut then, his shirt had apparently disappeared since the last time I saw him, which was hours ago might I add. The MC's logo was tattooed on his back, a hellhound with a reaper's scythe behind it. I tried to ignore how his abs looked and how his tattoos looked as the wrapped around pure muscle.

"What are you doing out of bed?" He questioned, his normal jade eyes hooding over with an anger I couldn't describe.

"I got hungry and Eva offered me a coffee." I shrugged, standing to fully face him. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," he snapped as he left up the stairs, leaving me completely stunned.

"What the living hell?" I clenched my fists and marched up the stairs, forgetting that Eva was standing next to me a moment ago. "Who the hell do you think you are?!? Snapping at me like I'm one of your fucking whores! Let's get this through your thick, biker skull, you ever do that to me again, especially in front of your mother, I will rip your dick off! You think you can understand that, Cole?!?" I put my hands on my hips, despite the pain that shot up my side at the jolt.

"Why is it you just constantly have to yell at me?!?" He growled, pulling off his stained jeans in the process.

"I have to yell at you when you're being an ass!" I stated, exasperated and throwing my arms up. "Which seems to be a new trend for you nowadays!"

"You're not my mom, Harper, you can save the lecture for someone who actually gives a shit!" He retorted and I could feel my teeth grinding.

"Fuck you, Pierce!" I grabbed the t.v. remote and threw it at him, barely missing his temple. "I'm so sick and tired of your shit. You did the same damn thing in high school. You want to know why I left? Do you really? I left because of you!" I turned to leave but I felt him grasp my wrist, pinning my in between him and the door.

"What do you mean that you left because of me?" He asked, anger no longer present on his face.

"I left because I was so hopelessly lost in you and you threw my heart away like it was trash." I growled, trying to push him away from me. "You kissed me, I shared everything with you, and you just went and fucked a whore! I was nothing to you!" I pounded on his chest but he didn't budge and I had to wonder if I was going to leave a bruise. "I hate you! I hate that I can't stop it! I hate that I'm still fucking lost in you!" His lips suddenly closed over mine, his hands tangling in my hair before gliding to my waist, then he picked my up, my legs wrapping around his waist, and my back hit the door. His lips molded over mine, his hands sliding up the loose shirt I had borrowed from him, he was careful not to hurt my bruised rib cage as he did so. I gasped as his calloused hands grazed under my breasts, which he took full advantage of as he slipped his tongue in my mouth, branding me with a kiss.

"Fucking hell, Harper." His hands found my waist again as he walked backwards, supporting me until he fell back against his bed with me on top of him. I adjusted over him quickly, making sure that my side didn't hurt as I leaned over him, and we continued to kiss as if we weren't momentarily interrupted. His hands found my bare skin again and he carefully pulled the shirt I was wearing over my head, discarding it on the floor somewhere. He flipped us over, kissing down my neck as I grasped a fist full of his hair. He went lower, taking one of my hard nipples into his warm mouth. He nipped and sucked, making me arch into him as he continued to the next needy nipple. He went lower, kissing over my abdomen, taking extra care of the bruises that stained my skin. He licked the part of my hip bone that was exposed above the boxer-briefs I borrowed. "You're damn sexy when you wear my clothes, Harper." He used one finger to trace a line where my skin and the material met, making me shiver. "Let's see if you're wet for me..." He pulled the material away, using his finger to find exactly what he was looking for. He used a finger to circle around my clit making me moan, gripping the sheets tightly in my hand. "Mmmm, so very wet, my little Harper." He plunged one finger inside of my wet folds.

"Pierce," I breathed, pushing my hips forward to take his finger deeper but was unsuccessful as he pulled out. He undid his pants and they dropped to the floor, his boxer-briefs following.

"Impatient, aren't we?" He smirked down at me as he kissed my hip. I let out a moan when I felt his hand press against me. "What do you want, Harper? Tell me and I'll give it to you."

"You," I arched upwards towards his mouth. "I want your mouth on me." I begged, I knew I was begging but I didn't care. I needed to feel him.

"As you wish," he used his fingers to spread my legs further apart as he dipped his head, sweeping his tongue across my wetness. I scream erupted from the back of my throat and a moan followed soon after. He continued to lick my folds until I was panting uncontrollably under him. I was so close, so close to letting go when he pulled away and I gave a groan of disapproval. "You taste good, little Harper." He kissed my lips before he reached towards the night stand, trying to find a condom.

"On the pill," I kissed his neck, wrapping my legs around his hips and shivering as I felt his erection rub against my swollen entrance. "I need you, Pierce. I need you inside of me, now." He kissed my lips gently before doing as I asked, pushing inside of me. I moaned deep in the back of my throat and he let out an almost animalistic groan. He let me get used to his length before he began to move in a slow rhythm. With every thrust I breathed his name, loving how he felt inside of me. I dug my nails into his shoulders, breaking skin and leaving marks as he continued to thrust into me, the headboard hitting the wall. "Fuck, Pierce, you feel so damn good."

"So do you, nice and tight." He groaned as he increased speed.

"Pierce," my head tilted upward and his lips scorched the skin on my neck. "I'm gonna cum." I groaned as he pounded into me, my words lighting a fire in his eyes. "Fuck," I growled as I clenched around him and with one more thrust he came with me, cursing as he buried his face in my hair. He kissed behind my ear, then my neck, before he rolled off of me. He leaned on one arm, brushing the loose strands of my hair off my sweaty forehead. I looked over at him and he smiled at me, running a hand over my cheek. I yawned, blinking a few times but not wanting to sleep if this was a dream.

"Go to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up." He kissed the side of my head before pulling me closer to him. "I hope I didn't hurt you." He whispered against my hair.

"You didn't." I breathed, yawning again as I took his hand in mine. "Promise me you won't leave."

"I won't ever leave you, Smitty, I promise." He kissed me in the side of the head again, using his free hand to play in my hair. "Now, get some rest."

"Don't think that," I was interrupted by another yawn and I cuddled closer to him, my eyes closing. "Because we slept together means that you get to boss me around."

"I could never boss you around, Harper." He chuckled, drawing circles on my bare arm. "You'd never listen to me anyway." It was true but something in his tone told me that there was something we had to talk about. "We'll talk when you wake up." And just like that I closed my eyes, letting sleep consume me and letting me remember this exact moment.