The Erotic Motorcycle Club Collection (3 Hot Biker Stories) Page 2

  I was getting used to the routine at the lodge, but when I went out into the common area, I immediately noticed something was amiss. The room was filled with the members of the MC, but no one was laughing or horsing around like usual. Instead, everyone was somber, talking in hushed voices or shouting angrily. I looked around until I saw Jess, an older woman who was as close to being a friend as I had here. I walked over and asked her what was going on.

  “Jasper's dead,” she said flatly. “And now everything's about to turn to shit.”

  “Wait...what?” I asked incredulously. “How?” Jasper was the leader of the Burning Woods Outlaws. He was only in his forties, so it wasn't like anyone was expecting the power to change hands so soon.

  “Don't know. Some sort of accident while he was riding, they say. Some members suspect foul play. And now there has to be an election. It is going to get pretty dirty around here. The factions are already lining up.” Jess shook her head in disgust. “They've got no respect.”

  “So Aaron isn't a shoe-in, then?” I asked. Aaron was the VP, so he was the logical choice for the next leader. But in my investigation so far, I had learned that there was a growing division in the MC. Some people thought Aaron was trying to change the direction of the group for the worse. I thought guiltily about how I should have been investigating further. I was undercover as an investigative reporter to get the real scoop on this local motorcycle gang and I had let myself get distracted by a sexy, muscular man instead. I vowed to pay closer attention to the group's politics and worry less about why Aaron wouldn't stay the night in my room or make any indication that he wanted to publicly acknowledge our relationship.

  I looked around the room and saw that a distinct line was starting to form down the middle. One group was amassing over on the side where Jess and I were standing, along with several other bikers I had become friendly with, and on the other side were mostly people I would only recognize in passing but didn't really know very well. Just as I was about to make a remark to Jess about this, Aaron and a group of several other leaders walked into the room. The noise died down and the hushed crowd looked over at the leadership for some type of answer to their unspoken questions.

  “By now I'm sure you've all heard about what happened to Jasper,” Aaron said in a tired voice. “I know that you all grieve with me. He was a great friend to all of us and a true leader. There is no use right now in speculating about what happened to him. The police will investigate. We should focus on remembering our dear friend and honoring him. Next week, we will hold an election and decide how to move forward. I hope that we will all stand together.” Aaron stepped back, his face solemn. I looked around the room and saw that many people were nodding, agreeing with Aaron, but some people on the far side of the room were whispering angrily and shaking their heads.

  A tall, dark haired man in his early thirties stepped forward. I knew that he was in the leadership as well, but I wasn't sure his position. He walked over to where Aaron had been standing, but I noted that he did not make any eye contact with Aaron.

  “I want to thank our current VP for his words, but I must respectfully disagree with his conclusions. Our president was murdered and we cannot just stand around and let the murderer get away with it. We all know that this is coming from the Snakes and they need to be taught a lesson,” he finished with an angry growl. I saw Aaron shaking his head but several of the other bikers were calling out their agreement. The meeting ended on that divisive note. I tried to get to Aaron through the crowd but he was standing in a circle of his supporters and didn't meet my attempts to catch his eyes.

  I wandered out of the room and went to sit on the porch. The sun was climbing higher in the sky and the warmth felt good on my skin. I closed my eyes and leaned back, unsure of how I should proceed. My feelings for Aaron were complicated, but I had to remember why I was here. I had a job to do. And Aaron clearly did not share my feelings. He was probably only interested in a clandestine sexual relationship and I was just wasting my time by hoping for anything more. As these thoughts buzzed through my head, I heard footsteps on the porch and someone sat down next to me. I opened my eyes and blinked against the glare of the sun. Next to me was sitting the dark haired man who had just given his speech. I noted that he was very attractive, in a different way from Aaron. They were both muscular, tattooed bad boys, but this man was darker and more mysterious looking. While Aaron was all open smiles and sun bleached hair, the man next to me looked like he was filled with secrets.

  “Hey, I'm Marcus,” the man said, extending his hand to me. I shook it. “Sorry for intruding on your tranquility out here.”

  “It's cool,” I replied. “I'm Kate. I'm new around here.”

  “I know. I've heard a bit about you,” Marcus said with a coy smile. “It's a shame that Aaron has been keeping you all to himself. You are even more beautiful than they described.” I blushed hotly at his comment. Maybe it was my frustration at Aaron not publicly acknowledging me, but Marcus's compliment made me feel warm.

  “Thanks,” I replied with a little laugh. “But Aaron definitely hasn't been keeping me to himself.” I immediately regretted saying that, feeling like a whiney schoolgirl with a crush.

  “It sounds like there's a story there,” Marcus said. “And unlike Aaron, I wouldn't mind spending every single moment of today with you. Want to come have a small drink?” I nodded. I wasn't usually a day drinker, but my dark mood and the sexy biker's invitation were very good at convincing me otherwise. I hopped on the back of Marcus's bike and wrapped my arms around his muscular body. He revved the engine and we took off down the road at a dangerous speed. I felt the rush of wind against my face and the sun beating down on us and my worries were already fading. By the time we arrived at the bar I was grinning.

  We started off with a round of Vodka shots. I tried to protest, but Marcus assured me that nothing chased away troubles like vodka. After the shots, I ordered a vodka soda to sip on while we chatted. Marcus told me about how much he had admired Jasper when he was younger and how upset he was by Jasper's death. We drank another shot in a toast to Jasper, then it was my turn to open up. I felt the alcohol loosening my inhibitions and Marcus's kind words made me trust him. I started rambling on about how I was worried that Aaron was only using me and how I wanted something more meaningful. Marcus nodded and put his arm around my shoulder.

  “You are a beautiful, wonderful woman. You deserve so much better than the way he is treating you. That is what Aaron does. He uses people. I would never do that to you.” I looked up at his dark eyes as they gazed down at me and I couldn't help but believe him. His lips found mine and I kissed him back. He kissed me with a strength and confidence that made me melt. His warm mouth pressed hard against mine and I melted into his arms. When he drew back, I blinked up happily at him. I had found a biker that cared about me and wasn't shamed of me.

  “You know the worst part about all of that?” I said to Marcus, my words slurring slightly as my vision blurred at the edges. “I didn't mean to get involved at all. I just came here to get the scoop. Not the dick.” Marcus laughed and told me that it was time to go. I nodded and tried to stand up, but my legs buckled under me and I fell to the ground. Marcus stood over me, looking down thoughtfully. Finally, I saw him walk over to the bar and have a short conversation with the bartender. I saw him handing the guy some money and then he walked out the front door. I tried to call out for him, but it was no good.

  “Hey, don't you worry girl. I'm driving you back to where you need to be,” the old bartender said as he walked over to me. He was surprisingly gentle as he helped me to my feet and walked me out to his car. I noticed through my blurred vision that Marcus's bike was already gone from the parking lot. The old man drove me back to the lodge, where I managed to stumble over to my room and collapse into my bed. I passed out quickly and slept deeply. When I woke up, I noticed that it was already getting dark. I had slept through most of the day. I sat up and immediately regretted it as my head was po
unding. I felt ill. I managed to slowly get to my feet and walk over to the bathroom where I rummaged around until I found some advil and a glass for water. After gulping down several pills and a few glasses of water, I started to feel better. I decided to walk over to the living area and see what I had missed.

  Out in the common room, the bikers were starting to gather again. This time I found a spot of the couch where I could sit and nurse the rest of my hangover as the group gathered to discuss their next course of action. Once everyone was assembled, I saw Aaron walk up to address the bikers. As he strode to the center of the room, Marcus walked up and cut him off, taking the position in the front. Aaron looked annoyed but did not engage. Marcus looked around at all the faces in the room but did not make eye contact with me. I had been so busy worrying about my hangover that I hadn't had the opportunity to think about what had happened with Marcus earlier in the day.

  “Thank you all for coming here again. I have some more unfortunate news for you. I know we all want to believe that Aaron has the club's best interests at heart, but I have discovered evidence to the contrary. In fact, I've found out that he has brought a reporter into our midst to spy on us and reveal all our secrets,” Marcus said with an angry voice. He was now looking directly at me, pointing his finger in my direction. My face felt hot and I saw all eyes in the room turn towards me accusingly. I wanted to stand up and explain, but my head was pounding and I felt nauseated. I didn't know how to respond. Aaron looked at me questioningly, but I looked down at the floor. I couldn't respond. I stood up and ran from the room, shutting myself into the tiny bedroom that I had started to think of as home. I curled up in my bed and the tears started to flow. How could I have been so stupid? I messed everything up. I realized that my tears were more for Aaron and the MC than they were for my botched investigation. I should have realized that Marcus was just using me to get to Aaron. A half hour later, I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door and Aaron was standing there, looking at me with fury in his eyes.

  “Is it true?” he asked. I nodded, a tear falling down my cheek.

  “I'm sorry, Aaron. It is. But then I met you and I realized that that mattered more. But you never paid attention to me in public or said anything about wanting a relationship and I was confused. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt your position in the MC. I'm sorry I hurt you.” Aaron just stood there giving me a stony glare.

  “I want you to leave. You need to be gone tonight Kate. I'm sorry I ever trusted you.” With those final words, he turned and walked away. I had no more tears to cry so I packed up my meager belongings and then left without another word to anyone. I walked down the road for a bit on my own before calling a cab to take me back to my little apartment that I hadn't visited at all the past two weeks. It should have felt like home, but instead it just felt cold and lonely. I knew I should call my boss and inform him of my failure, but instead, I took some time to mourn what I had lost. I curled up in my bed and watched tv, when the idea struck me. I could still write the article. I could still salvage my career and hopefully fix some of the damage that I had done to Aaron's reputation within the MC as well. I sat down at my laptop and started to type. The words flowed as I wrote about how I had gone undercover in the Burning Woods Outlaws and found a friendly group of bikers who started to become my new family. I wrote about Aaron, the badass with a heart of gold, who wanted nothing more than to help his fellow bikers, his misfit family, and keep the group true to its core message. I wrote the truth about how some of the Outlaws disagreed with him, but that the majority of the group was behind his philosophy of abiding the law and sticking to their values of friendship, family, loyalty, and the rule of law. And then finally, I wrote of how sorry I was that I had deceived them and broken their trust. I wrote one final sentence: “I am most sorry that I broke the trust of the best man I have ever known, the man who had stolen my heart from the moment he saved me at that bar.”

  I sent the article off in an email to my boss and shut my computer. It was time for me to take some time for myself. To start with, I needed to dye my hair back to brown. I knew it was silly, but somehow it felt like I was removing the last layer of my deception. I needed to be the authentic me. I watched the dye run out in the shower and stepped out to stare at myself in the fogged mirror. Staring back was the old me. The girl with brown hair who was loyal to those she loved. I sighed, wishing I had let Aaron see this girl instead of the fake one. But there wasn't much I could do now. I waited for the next morning when my article was published in the Tribune. My boss had published it on the front page, without a sensational title to his credit. I knew the MC would see it. I decided to do chores around my apartment to keep myself from going crazy imagining what they were saying about me as they read my article. I was putting on a load of laundry when I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to find Aaron standing outside my apartment. He looked confused when he saw me, brown hair up in a ponytail and no makeup, but then he smiled sheepishly.

  “Your boss gave me your address,” he explained. “Can I come in?” I nodded and gestured to make couch.

  “Of course, come in. Sorry, I wasn't expecting company. I kind of figured you all hated me by now.”

  “I never hated you Kate. I could never hate you. I was angry. But after reading your article, I understand that you never meant to hurt me. In fact, your article helped cement my support in the group and the election is sure to go in my favor. So in the end, you really helped me. I've always had feelings for you. I just always felt like you were keeping a distance and hiding from me. I wasn't sure what you wanted, so I never took my feelings public. But now I know. And now I want you to be with me, everywhere, in every way...” his eyes met mine in a hungry glimmer and I knew I couldn't resist him.

  Aaron's hands flew to my ponytail, releasing my long brown locks as his lips met mine. “I like you as a brunette,” he whispered to my mouth as we kissed. His hand moved over the curve of my waist, pushing up my shirt to reveal the black bra underneath. His hands cupped my breasts and he groaned against me. My hands pulled at his shirt as well, pulling it up to reveal his amazing sculpted abs. I had missed this so much. Before we knew it, I was lying on the couch and Aaron was lying on top of me as we kissed passionately. I could feel his hardness pressing against me and I couldn't take it anymore. I needed him to take me and make me his. I needed him to dominate me, to show me that our passion was real.

  “Fuck me. Please,” I moaned into his ear. Aaron didn't need to be told twice. He pulled my pants and soaking panties down and unbuckled his own belt, he released his huge, erect cock quickly, barely fumbling with the zipper on his jeans. His fingers flew to my wet opening and he grinned when he felt how ready for him it was, all dripping wet in anticipation. He pressed his cock to my slit and I felt my opening strain against his large member. With one hard thrust, Aaron's cock entered me, bursting into my cunt and taking over my body. We both moaned with pleasure as he fucked me hard, his cock slamming into me, his balls slapping against my bare ass with each thrust of his cock. He knew what I wanted and he wanted it too. He fucked me hard, with more insistence and domination than ever and I loved it. I was now his in every way and he was mine. His thick girth expanded my cunt with each thrust and I moaned louder and louder, until his cock slammed against my g-spot in one final explosion of pleasure. My orgasm shook my entire body, sending waves of pleasure out from my pussy and leaving me in a quivering mess under Aaron. He smiled lazily, clearly proud of giving me such a thunderous orgasm. And then he gave me a few hard last thrust and he came as well, groaning loudly as his cock spurted his hot cum all over me. He fell down onto the couch beside me, panting from the exertion and the pleasure. We both breathed heavily for a few minutes in silence. Finally, Aaron turned to me.

  “Want to go on a date tonight? Like, a proper dinner and everything?” I smiled.

  “I would love that!” I replied eagerly.

  “And then...I'm going to teach you how to ride,” my biker lover exclaimed.

>   Banged by the Motorcycle Gang

  (Vipers MC)

  by Marjorie Lux

  Copyright 2014 Marjorie Lux

  All rights reserved.

  Banged by the Motorcycle Gang

  (Vipers MC)

  Book design by Marjorie Lux

  I twirled the pencil covered in teeth marks in my fingers, wondering vaguely who had chewed it up. Not that I could blame them. Spending my summer working nights at the Crossroads Motel was enough to drive anyone crazy. It was driving me crazy. I had had all sorts of grand plans for how to spend my summer after my first year of college, but it turned out I really needed money and the only place in this small, useless little town that was interested in hiring me was this dingy old motel.

  Working the night desk was mostly boring. For hours and hours, all I would do was sit there and stare into space. I started to bring books along to read, but I had to make sure I wasn't caught since some old couple had complained to the manager that I had been reading instead of doing my job. I'm not sure what they thought my job was or what they expected for $60 a night. Every now and then, some really weird characters would come through. Mostly prostitutes, sometimes guys who were clearly having affairs or people who were just really drugged up. Even the interesting people had started to get boring for me. I just wished I could be out partying like the rest of the college kids on summer vacation.