Making Her His (Beating the Biker 1)

“Took a drive.” Luke went over and filled his broken Harley mug.

“Hmph.”

“What’s the problem?” It annoyed Luke that Gibs had to moan the minute he stepped in the shop. “You have a key.”

“The problem’s not with me.”

Raising an eyebrow, Luke stared at him. “Then why are you at my desk?”

Gibs stood up immediately. “Sorry, but I had to sit down after seeing that first thing in the morning.” Gibs pointed to a spot behind Luke.

Luke turned to see what he was pointing at. In the doorway stood Deirdre, wearing tight black skinny jeans, red spike heels, and a very tight v-neck tee. The shirt was so tight it pulled down to show a good amount of her cleavage.

“Hello, Deirdre.” Someone was wearing their fuck-me clothes today.

“Hi, Luke. Can I talk to you?”

“Gibs, shut the garage door behind you.”

“Sure thing, Boss.”

When they were alone, Luke turned to face Deirdre. She walked up to him slowly, giving him a sexy pout.

“I’ve been thinking,” she murmured.

“Uh-huh.” Luke swallowed. It was hard not to notice her nice, tight body. He tried keeping his gaze on her eyes.

“You don’t look happy to see me.” She leaned into him and pressed her lips against his, slipping her tongue into his mouth and pulling back slightly.

Luke sighed. “What do you want?”

She found a spot on his tee shirt and picked at it. “Don’t make this hard, Luke. I was wrong and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have given you an ultimatum. I was just disappointed. I wanted to show off my hot, sexy boyfriend. You can’t blame me for that.” She pouted again and pressed her hips into him. “I was selfish and I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?” Deirdre slid her hand up his chest and put her arm around his neck while Luke said nothing. She kissed his neck, letting her hand slide over his cock. “Can you forgive me?”

“Sure,” Luke shrugged.

“Really?” She smiled.

“But that doesn’t change anything.”

“Pardon.” She stepped back, unsure if he was kidding or serious.

“You’re right that we have different interests. The club’ll always be important to me, motor biking even more. That’s a huge, unsolvable problem. You said yourself you hate my bikes.”

“I can try.” She pouted again, this time not a hint of sexy played on her face.

“You’d hate it and you know it. Deirdre, life’s too short to keep doing something you don’t like.”

“But Luke,” she whined, “I’ve been so miserable without you! I’d rather do something I don’t like and be with you than to be without.”

“Then you need to change your thinking, because I’m not willing to be with a woman, any woman, that suffers who I am or what I do.”

“Luke,” she said, an appeal in her voice, “I’m not willing to give up on us. I can change.”

“I’m sorry, Deirdre.” He checked his watch. “I’ve got to get to work now.”

Deirdre bit her lip. She didn’t say anything as she spun around and left the shop.

Gibs opened the garage door. “Good. She’s gone. The other one’s much better.”