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The Biker's Rules 66 Finding some treasure
***POV - Melaena I start reading the card: ‘This is a type of treasure hunt, just for you. Read the cards, listen to the songs, and relive the memories – good and bad. Maybe you'll understand how I feel about you at the end. First, you have to go back to the place where I first saw you but also almost lost you. We’ve both lost part of ourselves there, but it’s also the place where I realized that you are to me. I’ll never want to live without you. You are my angel … everything I want and I’ll die for you in a heartbeat.’ Tears build up in my eyes and slip down my cheeks again, but I don’t even bother to wipe them away. Alejandro grabs my arms and pulls me up as if I’m a delicate snowflake. He brushes the tears from my face with his thumb, his blue eyes full of love, giving me strength. So this is what Damion meant with his message – it’s a treasure hunt and I suppose he’s the freaking treasure. Cocky bastard. “I don’t know what you did to my brother, 'cause it seems t
The Biker's Rules 67 Epilogue
***POV – Damion 18 months later Damion: I’m sure that from lack of use, my sperm grew legs and looks like frogs instead of tadpoles. But the situation is going to be rectified before the night is over. I touch my crotch with a groan, abstinence is definitely not my thing. These last weeks have been torture, being in bed next to the woman of my dreams, and the closest I got to touch her was a hug. Fuck, a day without sex with Mel is a fudging long time, two weeks is a fudging excruciating fierce eternity … a month … that’s just plain torturing hell. My dick stirs at the forecast of ripping off her clothes and moves into a full-blown hard-on when I look at the photo she sends me as her answer. She’s fudging with me, the devious little witch, but I keep staring at the picture of her feet, her toe nails painted in a checkered flag pattern. Damn my soon-to-be wife. Even her fudging feet turn me on. Damion: You make my balls so blue – sure this maltreatment is sexual abuse
The Biker's Rules 1 Prologue
*** POV - Melaena Blackburn - age 9 years old “Ilkay, I’m going to the park with some friends!” I shout to my brother as I close the front door, not waiting for his response. He’s busy studying like usual and probably won’t even hear me. My two blond ponytails make it difficult to fit my helmet on my head, but I manage eventually, strapping it under my chin. I fast-pedal my bike down the street to where the rest of my grade 4 class is waiting. We’re not actually heading for the park, but to investigate the haunted house near Big Basin and I just know that if my bloody family ever found out, they would kill me for sure – hence the lie. The building previously belonged to some or other rich dude, but it’s been deserted for years. According to legend, the entire family vanished overnight into thin air, never to be heard from again. Rumors spread that they were abducted by the devil himself! And if that’s not enough – a demon guards the place - ripping anyone who dares to tr
The Biker's Rules 2 Living in the past
** POV - Melaena – age 19 Warning – sexual content! He moves his fingers under the lace of her panties, yanking them off. Moving slowly he kisses his way up her thigh, turning his head so his breath tickles her. She lets out a deep moan, moving her hips in anticipation. He moves in, tongue lashing against her clit while his hands move under her hips pulling her into his face. She lets out a cry of pleasure, her hands pulling his hair. He licks and sucks, moving his fingers into her wet …. I groan and close my eyes. Green orbs fly into my mind and I feel an ache forming between my legs. I press them together and throw the stupid book on the bed. Kiara peeps out of the closet. “Mel, stop reading yourself into a climax!” A pair of jeans hit me in the face before I can react. “It’s time to get funky!” She shouts excitedly pulling clothes from the shelves and throwing them on the bed. Kiara is a fashion-obsessed individual, unlike me. I will wear anything I like without thinkin
The Biker's Rules 3 Still living in the past
***POV - Melaena “Tell me the truth … are you in love with Ren?” I fall back onto the heap of clothes lying on top of the bed. Kiara still can’t decide what to wear. I know the answer … not that I would admit it. But my stuffed throat is not because of my new boyfriend … the fact that I can’t seem to breathe normally has more to do with the fact that I’m about to see Damion again. This past year Kiara and I have been backpacking through Europe, and we only got to see the boys when they happened to travel for work or something … mostly Enrique. But Damion … well, we ended up going to his races in France and Italy but never met him in person. Let’s just say I watched him from a distance … and stalked him on social media like always. But now … I’m going to see him face-to-face again. It’s times like this that I miss my mom the most - but she’s been dead for almost 10 years already. Just a little while after the whole haunted house incident in fact. But no matter how much time
The Biker's Rules 4 The party
*** POV - Melaena Axel is spread out on the couch waiting patiently for us to finish, his handsome face staring bored at the ceiling. "Axel dear, is Damion still such a hunk?" Kiara wiggles her eyebrows at me and I pout. "Don't know exactly what a hunk looks like?" Axel's mouth pulls up at one side. "Ug, never mind. More than nine years of girl talk and you still can't communicate with your feminine side!" She puts down the lipstick and claps her hands together, making me jump. "Okay guys, it's time! Let's do this!" Kiara is wearing a green dress with long sleeves that reaches mid-thigh. I put on my pink high-top sneakers and look in the mirror. The short dress with a blue flowery-skull pattern and a low-cut v-neck, under my denim jacket, flatters my slim figure and C-cup cleavage. My light hair hangs loose in soft curls down my back, reaching my butt, and I wonder what Damion will think. Then I shake my head. What the fudge? Who cares what that dude thinks? I wonder if he can
The Biker's Rules 5 Don't know what I'm doing
*** POV – Melaena Not as they seem? Is he trying to claim innocence? How can his affairs, which are plastered over the news every week, by the way, be anything different? I look at his confronting emerald eyes and start throwing ideas through my mind. Did he just tell me not to judge his affairs? Does it look like I'm the judgy type? "I'm not accusing you, but your shenanigans with the female species make for a very convincing closing argument. You could object that I don't have all the facts, and that's true, but everybody can witness the evidence of so-called flings in the tabloids and social media. Your face is plastered at least weekly, all over the internet, each time with a different brunette smiling at your side." I suddenly wonder what it is with him and dark-haired girls. It's definitely his type. And I'm definitely not. "Not to mention that I've experienced your love-em-and-leave-em deviltry first-handedly – TWICE. So, your honor, the accused is found guilty of b
The Biker's Rules 6 I'm in love with the devil
* ***POV - Melaena "Who the fudge cares!" Jackson smiles eerily as a serial killer would at his victim, but I don't give a hooting hell at this moment. I'm mad – mostly at myself for being so weak - and take big strides towards the bar without a word before anybody thinks to ask some more questions. Like, why am I so worked up over my little brother's stupid bloody friend? That right there is a VERY very good question. The asshole enjoys making me suffer, getting under my skin, and making me angry on purpose. Gmf, telling me I don't know what I'm doing! Hell, excuse me for not being a total slut and not jumping everybody's bones. I hope I never see the likes of him again ... ever!!! I order a drink, trying to calm myself down. Ren pulls me into his arms and I rest my head on his strong chest. I'm glad my boyfriend is not a psychotic, unfeeling, heartless maniac like certain other people. Sociopath – I'm sure he pulls girls' hearts out for fun and buries them in his backyard
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- The Biker's Rules 67 Epilogue
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- The Biker's Rules 65 A new grave
- The Biker's Rules 64 Waking up
- The Biker's Rules 63 Beans and heroes
- The Biker's Rules 62 Saving the day
- The Biker's Rules 61 Traitors
- The Biker's Rules 60 Haunted history
- The Biker's Rules 59 War has begun
