The Biker Giant's Claim: Ride To Desire

6

Jade~

When I alighted from the car and strode to Victor's cafe to hand over his key, I noticed the men seated there and, without being told, knew they were from the Outlaw Club by the vest the two amongst them wore.

One of them who sat in the middle slowly raised his face as I approached them, our gaze locked with each other for a flicker of time. His hair was braided and carved smoothly, his eyes glinting.

For a moment, I took a look at his body structure even as he was seated. He looked rugged and wore a blank expression, veins bulging on his tattooed, muscular arms. I didn't need to be told he was their leader as there was something about him that felt different from the others.

He wore this thick aura, his gaze flickering over me until I reached closer and slowly walked past him. I bit my lower lip and took a soft gulp, envisioning those arms wrapped around me, and his body towering over mine while I ran my fingers on his muscles.

Was he a Greek god or what? Even as he was seated, I could tell he was giant-like and my arms might not be able to wrap around him perfectly in an embrace.

I was snapped out of my daze when Victor cleared his throat, yet I glanced at the braided hair biker before handing over his key. “You could check on it if you have time now.” I said, sounding like I was almost losing my voice by too much daydreaming of a stranger.

The old man nodded, but dropped the key into his pocket. “What about you having some coffee?” he asked, and I rolled my eyes at that question. “It's very quick to make…” he added, and I pressed my lips into a thin line.

If I should ever have his coffee, it won't be when these brutally looking men are around. “No need, I should get back to the workshop as I have a lot to do. Thank you for the offer!” I said to him with a smile.

His looks showed that he wanted to persuade me further, but I didn't let him speak. “Sir, you don't have to bother. Next time, I could give it a try." Then he finally shrugged upon hearing I could try next time, when I was so sure I wouldn't be able to.

I turned around and began leaving when one of the men whistled, his eyes on me. I caught his gaze and almost hissed at him, but chose to totally ignore him and walk away. Yet as I reached closer to him, he made me halt in just a second.

My eyes quickly moved to him, who had an annoying smile, licking his lips to the savoring feeling he got from spanking my ass just now. “What should that be called?” I asked calmly, but with creased brows.

He bit the side of his lips, "Couldn't get over it. You look so alluring, damn spicy like a pepper,” he said as if what he just did was nothing. “What about some time together?”

What the f**k! Is he even okay?

I scoffed at him and shoved my short hair backwards, “Is that how irresponsible you are? Do you have any idea that you just acted like a dog right now, and your whistle sounded like a dog barking?” I retorted, my arms folded against my chest while I glared at him.

He cleared his throat and glanced at his other friend seated beside him, then began running his fingers through his hair. “How did I not think she would have such a bad temper? I could lose my head here over something not offensive.”

“Did you just say…

“Babe!” another called for me, smiles all over his face.

Who was his babe? I wanted to jam their heads together and watch them wince at the pain that would go through their veins. What sort of men do not have a regard for women? If it were the one looking rugged who did this, I wouldn't even think much and maybe just smack his face and walk out fast.

“Mind joining us for a coffee here? It doesn't look bad spending some time with us, and you could get a little rest from work too,” the first guy said, gesturing. He looked like he had no issue with me however he saw me and just wanted me to waste my precious time with him.

I had known that all men would be the same as Mark. There wouldn't be anyone who would at least prove to me that they had good manners and senses upstairs.

The man stretched his hand to touch me when I shifted backwards, “Spending time with horny dogs like you all ain't in my journal. You could put a call through those women who are always over you…and don't f*****g glare at me like that.” I snarled at him and backed out immediately.

He must have been expecting loyalty from me, as they were bikers, but they were just like Mark, who doesn't deserve smelling my presence either.

I had walked a bit when I stopped, turned around, and my gaze locked with their leader, who sat there and watched the conversation without saying a thing, more like he enjoyed the show. “Could you try having a chain over your dogs? Just a piece of advice so they don't fall into a pit.” I said to him calmly before stretching my lips into a thin line.

But the first guy stood up and began walking closer to me. This made me wonder why he was the only nonchalant person among the four of them. Even though the rest enjoyed his act, he was damn annoying, and I hated people like that.

I had always disliked men who thought they could get any woman they wanted, no matter what, so when he tried touching me again, I was fast enough to get hold of his wrist and flip his hand with force. His groan was deep as I let go of him and stepped backwards.

“Stay away from me, man. I'm gonna kick your d**k if you come to me again.” I warned, pointing fingers at him.

When he didn't move anymore and was just rubbing his arm, which was hurting, I fastened my steps away from their presence, running back to the workshop.

At least, he wouldn't get close to me next time. And their leader? He doesn't suit being one, or he wouldn't sit there and watch one of his men try embarrassing a lady.

What a f*****g club, and I hoped Liam wouldn't try to talk about how good they were and exceptional in the town and all that.

——

Silas~

I stood and pressed my palm on Barron's mouth, and once the green eyed lady vanished from our sight, I let go of him and he let out a heavy painful groan before staggering back to his seat. He kept gasping for breath while we all surrounded him.

“Does it hurt so much?” Brook asked him, looking worried. “You could try getting enough of p***y so you don't lose your head one day…” he still scolded, wearing a frown.

I demanded ice from Victor and he helped us with some, then I began pressing it on his arm. “Is it sprained?” I inquired and he couldn't even answer correctly.

“Ladies like her smell nice under there, don't you know? I could be able to get her attention…”

“Bro, not every lady gives a damn about your cock.” Carter responded to Barron who didn't look like the lesson taught to him was enough.

I didn't bother saying anything, or I would just glue Barron's lips together. While he was after eating her like he does to other women, I feel something different about that lady and would love to draw closer to her.

When Barron felt a little released from the pain, I decided to meet with Victor who had tested his car a long time ago. He was busy flipping the cups as though taking counts of them when I found him. “Old man, you really looked close to her…”

He raised his face and chuckled, “Now I'm wondering why you care…”

“Nothing serious, just that a woman being a mechanic is somewhat scarce, so I'm impressed seeing one.” I gestured, hoping that he talked about her deeper.

He was done with the cups and said to me, “She is Jade, Duncan's niece. I'm impressed by her handiwork too, such a gorgeous woman.”

Gorgeous indeed, but how do I meet her again? Those green eyes of hers were so beautiful and I want to look into them once more. Women like her are kinda hard to get, in addition to what she just displayed here right now.

I hadn't seen her partying in our club before, and that could be the easiest way for me to see her again. Or, do they repair motorcycles so I would pretend I need her service while gobbling on her elegant look?

Thinking that this could be the last time I might see her was making my heart race.