The Biker's Love

Chapter Seven

Warning: Sexual Content
*******Pierce******

I was asleep, I knew I was, but I was woken up by hand around my cock. I groaned as Harper kissed my chest, smiling at me. "Morning, biker boy."

"Morning, Smitty," I felt her hand move up and down slowly, making me moan. "What are you doing?"

"Tasting you," she bit my earlobe before moving down my body to where my ready erection poked up at her. She licked her lips before licking around my cock head, making me hiss in pleasure. She took me all the way into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, swirling my tip like it was her favorite kind of lollipop.

"Holy fucking shit," I moaned as she continued to suck me, using her hand to cup my balls. I gripped her hair, tugging her upward then down again. She opened her mouth wider, letting me fuck her mouth the way I wanted to. "Damn, Harper, your mouth feels so fucking good." I continued to bob in and out of her nice little mouth, liking how her pink lips looked wrapped around my cock. "Fuck," I came inside her mouth and she swallowed every bit of it. Once I released her she licked her lips, wiping the sides of her mouth with her thumb.

"You taste good too, Pierce." She smiled at me and it was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I sat up to cover her plump lips with mine, my hands tangling in her hair.

"I could get used to waking up like that." I breathed in between kisses and she chuckled.

"Well, who said you were going to?" She teased, standing from the bed, only for me to pull her back on top of me.

"I did," he smirked as I tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Oh, really?" She challenged, "And who is going to do that for you?"

"You are," I kissed her before she could do anything. "You're going to wake me up, every morning."

"Am I now?" She whispered as she kissed me back.

"Oh, hell yea." I ran my hands over her bare shoulders as she placed her palms on my chest. "Now that you're here, I don't plan on losing you again, Smitty." I flipped us over, giving her one last kiss before standing out of bed and going into the bathroom.

********Harper******

I felt like the world had finally balanced, but it was short lived as doubt and panic settled into my bones. Now what? I mean I guess we can't go back to being just friends like in high school, of course that didn't really work for me anyway. I sat up, the sun barely showing through the black curtains that hung from the white ceiling. I picked up one of Pierce's shirts, pulling it over while I walked to find a clean pair of boxer-briefs. I slipped those on and looked at my still dirty laundry on one of the chairs. I really needed to get my clothes. I started to walk but tripped, hitting my ass on the floor. I cursed, looking at the pair of jeans that Pierce had taken off last night, and seeing the stains more clearly. They were... Blood? There's no way, he wasn't hurt I would've seen a cut. That's when it dawn on me and I felt like such an idiot, it was the guy that attacked me's blood. I stood, picking them up, and walked down the stairs. I had folded them up and walked into the kitchen, Slasher was drinking a coffee when he saw me with the pair of bloody jeans. "Harper, what are you doing?" I ignored him, walking into the back yard. I knew what type of life they led, would be stupid not to know what had happened. But I felt sick, felt guilt rip through me, and if Eva knew, despite being a part of all of this longer, she'd feel the same way. He died because of us... Now he did attack us so that was on him but this guilt I was feeling wasn't going away. I threw his jeans into a barrel, using the lighter I had found in the pocket, I lit them on fire. I didn't want to have a reminder... "Listen, Harper, he hurt you and tried to..."

"Take Eva, I know." I inhaled, this feeling of guilt wasn't rational. He had hurt me, just like the way my father had done so many years ago. "Don't tell her, Eva doesn't need to know." I turned to face him, "And in the future neither do I. I know the life, I'm not ashamed of it, probably never will be, but I just don't want to know."

"You weren't supposed to find out." Slasher rubbed the back of his neck, irritation, worry, and relief mixing over his features.

"Well, I did." I took in a deep breath. "I get it had to be done, I'm not running, Slasher. But I don't like violence unless it's necessary. Now, I'm going back inside and convincing someone to drive me home." I turned on my heel, doing exactly that.

*******Pierce*******

I walked out of the bathroom to see my room empty and the bloody pair of jeans gone. "Fuck," I pulled on a clean shirt, buckling the rest of my jeans, and pulling on my boots before walking down stairs. "Where is she?" Slasher sighed as he down a shot.

"She burned the pants," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Hog took her home, he's going to stay parked outside her place." I went to leave when Slasher gripped my arm. "She knows something happened with the guy, she looks fucking guilty, man. Like it was her fault." My gut twisted as I left, riding down the road to see Hog leaning on the hood of an SUV, smoking a cigarette.

"She inside?" I asked and he nodded, blowing out smoked then stomping on the bud.

"She was quiet the whole ride home." He climbed back into his SUV and I knocked lightly.

"It's open!" I heard a small voice yell and I walked in to find her cleaning up what was broken from the first night she was here.

"I could've been here to hurt you." I stated, leaning on the doorframe. "You should lock your door."

"If you were here to hurt me," she sniffed and I felt guilt rip through me. "Then you wouldn't have knocked." I went and sat down next to her, running my hands through her hair.

"Harper," I want sure what to say, she wasn't supposed to find out. I knew how she was about that stuff, had always been like that ever since her dad. I just wasn't thinking straight, I had gone from angry to horny in no time flat and didn't think straight. Fear gripped my chest, what if I lost her over this?

"I don't want to talk about, don't want to think about." She inhaled then exhaled, continuing to pick up pieces of wall.

"Alright," I started picking of other pieces of plaster with her. "We won't."