Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 41918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
I reach down, wrapping my hand around my growing erection. Maybe a little relief will help clear my head.
I start stroking myself, letting the water cascade over me as I picture Emma's slender figure, her gentle curves and smooth skin. I imagine her standing in front of me, her hands roaming over my body, exploring my muscles. I can almost feel her touch, featherlight and teasing, driving me wild with desire.
I speed up my movements, pumping my shaft with increased urgency. I can't help but think what it would be like to have her submit, to spread her legs for me, and let me have her any way I want. Would she be shy and submissive or would she surprise me and take control? Either way, the thought of claiming her, of marking her as mine, is enough to send me over the edge.
I come hard, spilling my release into the stream of water, my heart pounding. I take a deep breath, steadying myself against the shower wall. She’s under my skin, and I'm not sure what to do about it.
But one thing's for sure—I need to see Emma again. Even if it's just to satisfy my curiosity, I need to know if the spark between us is real. And who knows? Maybe she feels the same way.
As I dry off and crawl into bed, exhausted from the day's events, my last thoughts before drifting off to sleep are of Emma.
In the morning, I'll go and find my girl.
The next day, I'm up early, eager to start my search for Emma. I throw on some fresh clothes and grab a quick bite to eat, then head out on my bike. I don't have any jobs scheduled with the Iron Guardians today, but shit can change in an instant in that regard.
The club started about twenty years ago when the female population of the local university began to grow, and with it, the problems that the girls faced just trying to get to class and back. One girl's father was in one of the more traditionally violent motorcycle clubs, but when his daughter told him about being cat-called while walking home from a night class, he and some of his crew decided to play escort for her.
Soon enough, other girls on campus noticed that when the riders were around, the assholes left them alone. Slowly but surely, more volunteers for what would first just be known as The Guards, and eventually the Iron Guardians, started to come in. And it turned out more than just harassed college students could benefit from their help.
Little kids in the hospital going home after long stays loved to be escorted by the cadre of bikers surrounding their family car. Women needing protection from asshole exes were able to sleep soundly with the growing Iron Guardians group silent and deadly parked outside their homes. The worst were the kids who had been hurt or abused and lived in fear of their abuser returning, but those were also the most important jobs of all. Who better to protect that innocent than the Iron Guardians? It was what had drawn me to the club in the first place.
It changed the way the town, and eventually, the entire state of Texas started to view motorcycle clubs as a whole. Where once bikers had been seen as criminals and thugs, we were now viewed more as a private police force. We still kept our noses out of any illegal activity, but we were trusted more than other MCs, which was always a good thing.
By the time I came along, the club was already solid and had a reputation as the place to go if you needed a guard. Nightly patrols through Stonebridge, especially on the weekends when the parties sometimes get out of hand, help keep everything under control. It also reminds assholes that might have something nefarious in mind that we are always here, always watching.
Last night was one of those patrols, and we had just pulled into the parking lot of one of the college bars called Aces to follow up with a bartender that had been getting some shit from a regular who wouldn't take no for an answer. When it turned out that our presence was deterrent enough to make him leave her alone, I let the boys grab a beer while I went outside to call and check in with the other patrol groups that were out. That was when one of my men pointed outside, and I saw the silhouette of a woman reaching out to touch my bike. From there, everything changed.
She had been so small, so delicate compared to the Harley. My bike is a beast of a machine, and seeing her hand on the fuel tank, her slender fingers stroking the gas cap, was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen.