Biker's Bride (Demons MC)

With her purse in the bags, of course, which means they know who she is, and probably have some good reason to believe she was there.

What a fucking mess. And to top it all off, she stupidly comes stumbling into our clubhouse and starts asking for help like an insane person.

I shook my head, staring at her.

She looked exactly like the girl I remembered. Thick brown hair, full body, incredible tits, a mouth that begged to be kissed, begged to have a cock between her lips. She looked like pure sex and always had, except now she was all grown up.

And for whatever insane reason, I had decided to claim her.

Of course, she didn’t know what that meant. Not yet, at least, and I wasn’t about to explain it to her while she was still in shock.

“How is this happening to me, Ford?”

I shook my head. “Bad fucking luck.”

“And how are you here?”

“Good fucking luck actually.” I paused. “You know how dangerous that was?”

She shook her head silently.

“They could have killed you,” I said. “Probably should have. You brought some serious shit on our doorstep.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Yeah, well, worked out for you.”

“I wasn’t trying to cause any issues.”

We stopped walking, and I leaned up against the wall out front of the bikes. She stood in front of me, her arms crossed.

“Why are you helping me?” she asked.

I looked at her. “I remember you.”

She nodded slowly. “I remember you, too.”

“I’m not the type to let a damsel in distress go unhelped.”

“You’re so charming.”

“Not really,” I grunted. “Just don’t feel like seeing you murdered on my watch.”

“What now?” she asked. “Those guys are out there. They know who I am.”

“Relax,” I said, holding up a hand. “You can crash at my place tonight.”

She stared at me for a second. I couldn’t help but stare back at her piercing blue eyes, her fucking ample lips, and I had the sudden desire to fuck her right there in the alley. Wouldn’t have been the first time I took some slut back behind the club and fucked her senseless, but Caralee wasn’t just some slut.

“Come on,” I said. “Get on.”

I climbed onto my bike, and she hesitated before getting on the back. I handed her my helmet and she pushed it down over her head.

I kicked the bike and it roared to life. I backed out slowly, gave it some gas, and then fell into the street. We zoomed down the road, heading toward the city limits.

My place wasn’t too far outside the city. I lived in a little shack at the end of a dirty road, the sort of place that suited me. Quiet, away from civilization, but not too far from the club.

It only took us fifteen minutes since nobody else was out on the road at three in the morning. I felt Caralee hugging me hard from behind, gripping my body. I could feel my cock stirring in my jeans at the thought of her body pressed against mine.

We drove down the dirty road toward my little house. Time slipped by fast, and it always did when I was riding. Finally I stopped in front of my porch, kicking down my stand and killing the engine.

She climbed off the back and I stood up.

“Home sweet home,” I said.

“It’s cute.”

“Small,” I grunted. “Not cute.”

She shrugged, and I led her up the steps, onto the porch, and in through the front door. It wasn’t much, and I liked it that way. One large living room slash kitchen space, a separate bathroom, and a bedroom. That was it. I didn’t need a lot of comforts, especially since I wasn’t home much. I had a creek that ran through my backyard, some woods where I could hunt if I wanted, and the nearest neighbor knew to leave me the fuck alone.

She stood awkwardly by the door as I tossed my keys and my jacket onto the kitchen table.

“What am I doing here?” she said softly.

“You’re in hiding.”

She shook her head. “It’s crazy. Rod was alive just a few hours ago.” She looked at me, her eyes haunted. “They killed him.”

“I know, girl,” I said softly. “You’re in shock. Come here.”

I led her by the hand back into my bedroom, kicking the door open. I flicked on the light and nodded. “You can have the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“I can’t put you out.”

“You ain’t,” I said. “Sleep here. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

She sat down on the bed, looking at her hands. She looked up at me again. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” I said. “Get some sleep. You need it.”

She nodded numbly. I flicked off the light, left the room, and shut the door behind me.

I walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a beer, cracking it open. I sat down on the couch and took a long, heavy pull on it, sighing to myself.