Harley Finley
It was almost nine at night. Mostly everyone had gone home leaving just Elijah's skeleton crew, as I like to call them- Hudson and Colt. It seemed they spent the most time together, hanging out and drinking beer. I guess they even worked together.
"So, Jim's bike shop is still open?" I raised a beer to my lips, trying to keep up with all the new information everyone was spitting at me.
"Yeah." Elijah spoke solemnly. "We all work there. I'm going to try to keep it going but we'll see."
"I thought he'd be out of business after a few years." I laughed to myself, only earning confused looks from Hudson, Colten and Elijah. "Don't act like he was a saint just fixing those motorcycles."
Hudson shook his head and Colten fiddled with the beer in front of him.
I looked to Elijah with disgust. "Don't tell me you're going to sell drugs out of there like he did."
Elijah shrugged, "I don't know, Lee. Maybe. I got twins on the way. I need some type of extra income for the extra mouths to feed."
I shook my head in disagreement but what did I care? I wasn't going to be staying here. It wasn't my business what he did with his life or if he ended up in jail because of some stupid ass decision my father made years ago.
"So how's everything with you? I've been talking for hours." Elijah tried to change the subject with wishful thinking.
"Same old. Traveling. Cooking. The usual." I looked to my phone with a sigh. "It's getting late. I should probably hit the road."
I attempted to stand but the beer cursing through my body had other things in mind.
"You could stay the night." Elijah offered. "Colt and Hudson are. You could take one of the spare rooms or couch if you don't want yours."
Fuck, he's trying so hard. How do I say no?
"I'm going to cook something and we'll see." I announced, forcing myself to a stand and going into the kitchen.
I shouldn't have been surprised to see Chloe shuffling through the fridge.
I couldn't imagine eating for three.
"What are you craving?" I asked, peaking into the fridge behind her.
She jumped slightly, only relaxing when she saw me.
"Everything." She moaned, stuffing a cheese wrapped pickle into her mouth. "Everything with cheese."
I let out a soft laugh as I took some ingredients out from the fridge.
"You must do the shopping. I've never seen this much stuff in here." I smiled to Chloe who finally sat down at the kitchen island, putting her swollen ankles up.
"Elijah is good for one thing and one thing only." She raised a finger in the air then pointed to her protruding belly.
I listened to Chloe ramble on about the ups and downs of pregnancy for a while as I stood in front of the stove top, mixing the arrays of cheese I found.
"He talked about you all the time." Chloe spoke about Elijah softly. "He didn't think you'd come to your Dads funeral. But I wouldn't have blamed you if you didn't."
I tensed slightly trying hard to hide my discomfort. Jim wasn't a sperm donor or deadbeat like I try to picture him as. He was in my life. But he wasn't loving or protective of me. It was like he was an empty talking vessel towards me, void of emotion except hatred and disappointment.
"What did Elijah tell you about you us?" I asked, unsure if I really wanted to know if everyone knew the truth.
"He never said much. Just that after your mother died, Jim was tough on you to the point where you felt like you had to live on your own at seventeen.
I couldn't imagine that kind of struggle. I give you credit, it seems like you've done good for yourself without any support or financial help." Chloe spoke to me like a sister or mother, I couldn't tell which but either way, it felt good having a woman's opinion that wasn't negative.
"Thanks." I sighed, piling on a plate of Mac and cheese for the two of us. I stood at the counter and watched as Chloe practically orgasmed her first bite in.
"Oh my lord." She murmured, taking another bite as if it were liquid gold. "Elijah!" She urgently called.
All three men ran in and eyed me wearily like I did something to the growing fetuses inside of her.
"What happened? Are you going into labor?!" Elijah's eyes were wide, checking Chloe up and down.
"No. No I'm only six months. You bet your ass I'd be strangling you at this point if I were." She snarked with an eye roll. "Try this." She eased a fork into his mouth.
"Wow." He looked to me. "You cooked this?"
"Mhmm. Kind of what I do for a living." I stuffed some Mac and cheese into my own mouth, tasting the different cheeses melted on top of the shells.
"It's just Mac and cheese. I could do that." Hudson grumbled going to the stove and eating straight out of the pot. "Wow."
"Harley stays. Hudson you leave." Chloe shooed him with her fork.
I shook my head at their nonsense and looked to my plate when a warm body pressed against my back. Colten's tattooed hand teasingly cascaded down my arm, forcing goosebumps to rise to the surface until my hand holding the fork was in his. My thighs tightened when his hot breath beat into my neck as he leaned over my shoulder and guided the food into his mouth.
All I could do was watch him and try not to picture him taking me right there.
He moaned softly once the fork was in his mouth. My ass instinctively pressed back into his hips, which I regretted immediately once I felt how hard he was.
God, he was so hard inside of those jeans he wore.
"Fuck. That's good." Colten stole my plate and sat next to Chloe, leaving me breathless at the opposite end of him.
"What'd you do to it ?^ n Hudson asked with the pot in his hand, shimmying around the kitchen as Elijah chased him for some.
"It's just Mac and cheese, guys."
"So it's from a box?"
I gasped offended. "No, it's not from a box. God, I cook for rich people. I don't cook anything premade."
"Rich people?" Colten chuckled to himself. "Do you wear a naughty outfit too?"
I raised my brows to him, watching Elijah eye him from the corner.
"Only if I want a good tip." I smirked to him, teasing the fork to my lips.
"Ah, makes sense now." Colten chuckled again. His deep laugh pulling at the butterflies in my stomach until he added, "I wondered how you're able to seduce a man with your sexy body and flirtiness. Must be practice."
I snorted, "I don't call what I did to you last night flirty."
I heard Elijah murmur in the corner, "I don't like this." Only for Chloe to hush him.
"Oh yeah, what would you call telling me to fuck you rough?" Colten raised a brow.
I bit my lip, knowing everyone was listening. Knowing my next words had to be careful. So I walked over to him, slowly, letting Colten's brown eyes watch me with the same hunger as last night. His body instinctively turned towards me as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I didn't even look to our company in the room, letting him feel like the only man here, when I leaned into his ear.
"I'd call it wishful thinking since it was anything but." I whispered seductively earning a quiet groan from Colt.
His fingers yanked at my waist, placing me into his lap in one swing. His hand wrapped itself into my hair as he held my ear to his lips.
"Oh, angel. I can be rougher but I didn't think your tight cunt could take all that." He hushed just loud enough for us to hear.
Or so I hoped.
He adjusted his hips under me, forcing me to feel the raging boner in his jeans.
"Can you take it?" He asked, this time louder.
"Oh fucking hell. Please, stop before I throw up in my mouth." Elijah groaned. "It's my little sister, man. I don't want to be seeing or hearing this shit."
My cheeks brightened as the blood rushed to my face. Colt released my hair, leaving me on his lap as he attended back to his food.
My finger traced his exposed collarbone, running it up his neck and to his chiseled jaw that flexed with each chew. Fuck I wanted him. I wanted him so bad. I needed to see if he was bluffing.
He looked at me smugly, watching as I melted in his gaze. My eyes searching him for any seriousness behind his crude statement.
His lips kissed my neck once before reaching my ear with his hand softly touching the side of my face.
"Don't believe me?" He hushed in a deep husky tone that made my panties moisten.
I shook my head slightly.
"Guess we'll never know, angel. Since you're leaving." Colten shrugged, guiding me back to my feet on the floor.
Harley FinleyI was supposed to leave and already be home by now in my little apartment above the quiet old lady who had twenty cats. I should be sitting on my couch with a glass of wine re-watching The 100 for the thousandth time and drooling over Bellamy.But no.I'm still at my brothers, wishing Colten would bust down my door and take me on top my baby blue comforter. Even with all my posters staring at us while we fuck.All I could think about was his strong, manly hands tossing me around or holding me down while he thrusted into me. The ache between my legs just continued to worsen, moistening my panties with every naughty scenario that could come to mind.It was so bad to the point I decided to shower. Thinking maybe some warm water will sober me up and make me pure again.But even as I stood under the faucet, letting the water cascade down my naked body, he still rang in my ear like a nagging fly that wouldn't go away.My hands traveled down from my hair. Touching myself roughl
BreakdownHarley FinleyColten laid in my bed, our naked bodies intertwined into a knotted mess with the blue comforter. His arm rested on top of my waist feeling like a fifty pound weight keeping me beside him.Everything ached. My stomach, my thighs, my ass.With every shimmy out of his grasp, I could feel the happenings of last night all over again. Every place he touched me was just a button to my next orgasm until we both passed out.It was the best sex filled night I've ever had.One I'll be thinking about every night I spend alone - at home.I rubbed my tired eyes and quietly got dressed, throwing on my jeans and sweater from yesterday.The house was quiet as I shuffled my way through, hoping not to bump into anyone on my escape to my car.It wasn't until I was on the one hundred mile road out of that wretched town that I felt a little more at peace but even then, the envelope in my pocket weighted me down. It yanked at me to read it before I went any further, screaming imagina
Harley FinleyI watched the tinted out cop car come to a complete stop in front of me. The passenger window opened slowly to reveal a man I hadn't seen since we were teens."Harley?" Drew yelled with enthusiasm.A smile spread across my lips as I walked up to the side of the car and peeped through the window."Hey, Drew." I gave my ex high school boyfriend a soft glance as I took in how sexy he looked in a uniform. His biceps were hugging the tough material to his arms, screaming to be released."It's been a while." Drew smiled back as he carelessly took in my grown appearance as I did his.The younger, chubby kid was no longer. No, it was taken over by a man that kept his hair gelled back to perfection and a soft thin face that held so many memories of us, all tied together with the dimples that rested in his breathtaking smile."It has been." I agreed, wanting to reach in and hug him."I'm sorry for your loss." Drew sighed, leaning closer to the passenger seat, giving me more of a v
Harley FinleyI hunched over the front bumper of my car with my flashlight in my hand as I looked at all the metal and plastic parts that made this piece of shit run.Or should I say break down?Anger rushed through me at the thought of being stuck in this town for any longer. It was unbearable to think of running into more of my past.The funeral and service for Jim was enough to last a lifetime, in combination of seeing my ex and having to deal with Colten, who seemed slightly jealous of the idea of me not only thinking about his cock. I was ready to combust into dust and just let the wind take me home at this point."What are you doing?" Colten asked with amusement circling his words as he watched me.My finger followed along a piece of hosing that connected with the motor. I squeezed it, allowing a small amount of oil to coat my finger. So I climbed in deeper, allowing my ass to raise to the ceiling in the garage as I tried to see where the leak was coming from."Trying to figure
15 Years OldHarley Finley"Harley. Honey?" My mother's sweet voice rang through the garage I had holed myself in for the last few hours.Huffing and groaning, I placed the exhaust pipe to my bike to the ground. Fucking thing was rusted on there and my strength was proving not enough to yank it off."Back here, Mom!" I yelled back, my words echoing off the empty building walls.My mother walked in with her hands on her hips. Her bleached blonde hair waving down her backside with each long stretch of her legs."Where is your father? He told me he'd get the spare off the car and put the new tire on." She huffed, rolling her bright blue eyes at her husbands negligence for his promises.Something I had grown used too.I peered up at her with a shrug, "Hell if I know."She sighed before kneeling beside me, examining the work I had done by myself today."Lee, it's time to junk this bike." She complained sweetly, hating the idea of me following in my fathers footsteps and attempting to ride
Harley FinleyI paced the room with the thick letter in my hands. My stomach was twisted and turning at the thought of even seeing Jim's hand writing.I shouldn't be this indecisive on reading a stupid letter that probably just admits to him hating me for years."What are you doing?" Colten asked from the doorway he was leaning on with his arms crossed."Don't talk to me." I snapped, not even able to look at the guy who just swore to protect me against an unknown evil.He was just supposed to be a fun fuck but that was quickly beginning to dwindle and transform into chaos the longer I stayed here and the more I divulged into my past."Alright." He held his hands up defensively as he approached with slow, calculated foot steps that brought him directly in front of me.I didn't look up. All I kept staring at were his sweatpants that hung from his hips."Maybe I shouldn't have explained it that way. When I said I'd protect you, I meant Elijah too. Your family has become mine. They took m
Harley FinleyI pulled my hood from my large sweater over my head at an attempt to hide my face from the over crowded bar I was about to walk into. I could already hear a bar fight going on and I couldn't help but cringe at the man with a bloodied nose that stumbled out.Every bone in my body was screaming at me to turn around. Only the lowest, most asshole-ish people came here to drink and smoke until their lungs were brown and their mind hazed. I should know since I was one of them at some point in my life. I'd come here to hide from Jim, knowing he'd never come to such a place that was riddled with his enemies.I kept my head low as I entered, hoping no one would recognize me. As far as everyone knew, I had left town in a rental hours ago. I wasn't sure how long the lie would last, so I had to be fast.I took a spot at the bar counter and waited patiently for the bartender to bring me some random drink he suggested."Oh, look who it is." A manly voice teased from behind me. His war
Harley Finley"You going somewhere, angel?" Colten's voice whispered in my ear, causing me to practically jump out of my shoes.I turned to him slowly and crossed my arms. "None of your business.""Really?" He raised a brow. His lips pressed in a firm line as he approached me."What do you want, Colten?"Colten wrapped his arms around my body and slipped his hand into my back pocket. "I'm just curious as to why you're talking to a little boy when e you have a man right here." He hushed, digging deeper into my jeans as if he was in search of something."Someone sounds a little jealous." I hushed, trying to hold back my smile that threatened to break through at any moment at his attempt to figure out my plans.Colten bobbed his head back and forth as he walked me backwards into the wall. "A little jealous. More curious. What'd he give you?""Besides sucking on my neck and whispering things that made my panties wet, nothing." I shrugged, not intimated by his tactics.Colten deeply chuckl