Devil Riders: A Biker Erotic Romance (5 page)

“Oh…” Charlie gasps as he lowers his head,
“… fuck!”
he finishes as I feel his muscles begin to twist and squirm under his skin. He holds himself hard inside of me while he spills his seed, before relaxing with a breathy groan.

We go twice more that night, the first time in the darkened carport as Charlie bends me over the seat of his Harley. Chains is right… that’s living. After what seems like my hundredth orgasm, and Charlie’s third, we collapse, exhausted, sweaty and, speaking for myself, satisfied in a way I never have been before.

Sunday morning I wake first. I lie facing him in the morning sun, still and at peace. All the frustrations are gone, the anger consumed in the fury of the night’s passion. I look at Charlie’s arms. Funny, I hadn’t even noticed his sleeves until now. I smile. I’ve never seen him without his jacket until last night and then I was… distracted. I gently trace some of the pictures, semi-nude women, various motorcycles, the occasional oil derrick, and a fish of all things. Before last night, I would’ve found the tattoos off-putting, but somehow they seem right on Charlie.

I feel Charlie move and I look into his face.

“Good morning,” Charlie says.

“Good morning to you. Did you sleep well?” I ask with a grin.

Charlie smiles. He seems so much more… at peace. “Yes. Better than in a long time. Like a man at peace,” Charlie says, and I sniff out a giggle as he confirms my observation. “You?”

“Like a woman that’s been well fucked,” I say, then look into Charlie’s eyes and smile. “What do you suppose this means?”

“What?”

“That you’ve found some peace and I’ve found that I enjoy a walk on the wild side every now and then.”

Charlie smiles that crooked little smile that lights up his face. “I think it means… we’re more alike than I thought.”

I lie still, thinking about what Charlie has said. “I’m supposed to work at the store today, but I don’t think I’m going in. They can get along without me.”

Charlie chuckles. “Aren’t you worried about losing your job?”

“Fuck ‘em,” I growl out then giggle. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

Charlie snickers. “That miss goody-two shoes image is getting a little tarnished. So, if you aren’t going to work today, what do you plan to do?”

I think about it, thinking about the freedom I felt last night on the back of Charlie’s motorcycle. No, not motorcycle,
hog
. Freedom. The nearest thing to flying without leaving the ground. Yeah, that sounds like something I need more of. “I’m thinking I need another ride on the back of your hog,” I say.

Charlie is quiet for so long that I’m afraid he’s going to deny me, to boot me out. I look into his face with concern. When he sees me looking at him, he smiles. “You know… I think you may be right.”