The Biker's Love

Chapter Nineteen

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

I vaguely heard beeping and I groaned, opening my eyes to see Pierce sleeping in a chair next to my bed. I went to sit up but Sparrow was at my side, forcing me back down. "You're gonna be sore for a few days." She spoke slowly, "Your ears need time to heal and so do your bones."

"What..." My throat hurt so bad, it felt like I was gargling nails.

"Hey, Smitty," Pierce gripped my hand, smiling at me. "Rest your voice. I'm gonna get you some water." He kissed my forehead and went out the door.

"Baylor got away." Sparrow sat on the bed, sighing. "He and a few men but most didn't make it. And... Sniper's been arrested."

"What!?" I tried sitting up but it was no use.

"They found out how they got close." She patted my hand, forcing me back down. "The lawyers are trying to work something out but he assaulted an officer."

"Fuck," I groaned, I really needed to stop talking.

"It's gonna be fine, you just focus on getting better." Sparrow smiled at me but I didn't feel like smiling.

*******Warning: Sexual Content

It had been a few weeks since I was discharged from the hospital. Sniper was still in lock up, apparently they were holding him not only for assaulting an officer, a dirty officer, but he also was being questioned for the murder of a cocaine dealer two counties over. It wouldn't surprise if he did kill him, from what I've gathered he worked for the cartel and had a beef with the club. Everyone was anxious, hating how weird everything was now that Venom's Creed had gone underground. I worked almost everyday, drowning in work, while Pierce was out trying to get Sniper out of oprison. He left a week ago and I hated it, I missed him like crazy. He called me every night but it wasn't the same, I needed him. Since I was taken he would either kiss my temple or my palm, but he never touched me the way I wanted. That was going to change... "Hey, Avery, I'm gonna take off. Pierce is coming home in a few hours."

"Oh really?" Avery giggled, coming over to wrap me in a hug. She had been very emotional this past few weeks and she even called off yesterday because she wasn't feeling well. "Gonna make Pierce beg?"

"Avery!" I smacked her arm, smiling at my friend. "I'll call you later."

"I won't wait up!" She hollered and I laughed, shaking my head. I climbed into my truck, making a few necessary stops before I drove to my house. The brothers finished remodeling last week and I fell in love with my new home. It was were I wanted to raise my future kids in the house, raising them better than Frank raised me. Pierce and I were not romantic to say the least, we usually didn't go out and do fancy dinners. I was simple, I would like to just relax at home with him then screw, it was just how we were. But I needed him, I needed him not to see me as fragile, and I wanted to make something special for him. I had called Eva earlier and asked if she could tell Pierce to come to my house when he got back. I hoped that Pierce wouldn't mind if we moved here, we practically lived at the club house, but if he wanted a family with me, like I wanted with him, than he would have to move here. I just pulled dinner out of the oven when a roar of a motorcycle sent a shiver racing down my spine. The front door opened and I walked to the kitchen doorway, leaning on the frame. "Hey," I smiled as he walked over and kissed my cheek.

"What are you doing?" He chuckled, leaning on the opposite frame. He looked down my frame, noting the black, silk robe that exposed my legs.

"Cooking," I smiled innocently.

"Really?" He smiled at me and I nodded. "Cooking what?"

"Roast," I turned and walked past him, his scent making my knees tremble. I walked to the counter, ignoring how he stepped right behind me, his body heat mixing with mine.

"Really?" He didn't sound interested in the food as his hands skimmed under the robe to my hips. "What do you have under here, Harper?"

"Why don't you find out?" I whispered and it didn't take much convincing as he spun me around and devoured my lips with his. His hands tangled in my hair, backing me against the counter, and his hands left my hair only long enough to pick me up and place me on the granite. He kissed me hungrily, not letting space in between our bodies. One hand traveled down my body, moving the silk that hid the see through, black, lace bra. Pierce kissed down my neck and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. Pierce's mouth grazed the flesh that was exposed, nipping at my hard nipple that poked out at him from under my bra. "Pierce," I moaned, my fingers moving over his shoulders and dropping his leather cut to the floor.

"Harper," he groaned as he lifted his shirt over his head then continued our kiss as if it wasn't interrupted. "I don't want to hurt you." He whispered as he lifted me up, the robe dropping to the floor, and he carried me up the stairs to our bedroom.

"You won't," I whispered as he laid me on my back, my legs still wrapped round his jean clad hips. "I trust you, Pierce." I'm not sure when all of our clothes ended up on the floor, my mind was too hazy from the way Pierce had kissed all the way down my body. I didn't want it soft, I craved him, and as he slid into me my nails dug into his bare shoulders. Pierce gave me what I wanted, it was raw and full of the emotions that clogged my throat. I had him and he had me, there was nothing that could stop us.