Biker girl

Kate’s pov: I wake up to my head pounding. The sun is shining in my eyes. I don't know where I am or how I got here. Last night is a blur. I don't remember leaving the bar or anything after that. I remember drinking a lot, dancing, and drinking some more, I remember getting eye contact with a guy through the crowded bar. But that's about all I can recall. Then a huge hand embraces my naked waist and pulls me closer. The owner of the hand kisses me on my shoulder, up my neck. Leaving goosebumps behind. Then he pulls me onto my back. It's the guy from last night. He looks just as hot with bed head as he did last night. As he is leaning over me, his dark hair is tickling my face. His bright blue eyes are staring into mine, as if he can read my mind. I seriously hope he can't. Memories from last night start coming back, of him pushing me onto the bed, kissing me. "Morning beautiful" his voice sounds husky. I want to hear him moan my name with that voice. I can't help but run my hand up his strong, muscular arm, over his shoulder, and up to grasp his hair. I pull a little, making him moan. I like the sound of that. I want to hear it again. I move my hand down his torso, over his stomach, until I reach my destination. I grab it and notice how it's already hard and ready. His head drops to kiss my shoulder. I can feel his breath on my neck as I stroke his member. Then I push him onto his back and move down to face the beast. I want to taste him and make him feel good. I grab the base and then I lick the tip in circles. We maintain eye contact as I slowly lower my mouth around his shaft. He grips my hair and holds it back for me. "Damn, you look sexy with my c**k in your pretty little mouth like that" Then he moves my head back and forth in a slow and steady rhythm. After a little while he ups the pace. I grab hold of his thighs, digging my nails in as I try to keep up with his speed. His breath is hard and fast as he pushes and holds my head to the base. I can feel his c*m run down my throat. When I pull back I can taste the salty taste of his c*m from the tip. I crawl back up beside him. I rest my head on his chest and listen to his soothing heartbeat. It almost sounds like a lullaby. That and his fingers caressing my back, are lulling me back to sleep. - I wake up again as he gets out of bed. I watch him put on a pair of grey sweatpants and his cut. "Where are you going?" I ask, sounding more hurt than I intended to. "Just business, baby. I'll be right back," he huffed, rushing out the door. Axel’s pov: "Whoever thought it was a good idea to call church, when I have the most beautiful girl in the world in my bed, is demoted to prospect!!" I yell out as I barge into the meeting room. I glare at each of the guys around the meeting table as I find my seat. I cross my arms as I wait for someone to talk. "I did. We have a problem." It was my VP talking. The only one of the guys I wouldn't actually demote. Lucky bastard. Not only is he my VP, but he is also my best friend. We grew up in this life together. "Blade, you better move this along, before I lose my s**t," I warn him, as I've done so many times before. "Shadow came back this morning with some bad news." All eyes landed on Shadow as he said that. Shadow is our tail gunner and lookout, scout or whatever you want to call it. "The Steel Riders are planning something big. Last night they were unloading a shitload of weapons from a truck. Not just guns, but also ammo and explosives." "Do you have any idea what they're planning to do with it? No? Then why exactly are we having church at nine on a Saturday?" I can almost smell the discomfort from the guys around the table. I get it, I do. There is nothing I hate more in this world than drug- and human-trafficking. But we can't do much about The Steel Riders, not when their stolen ledger is still missing. "Shadow you keep an eye on them, figure out what they're planning. Savage you make sure we're ready if they're planning an attack on us. Owen keep working on finding that damn ledger. I am going back to bed." And with that, I leave the chapel.