The Bikers forbidden claim

Chapter 3

Mara

I had never been on a motorcycle before.

That small detail suddenly felt very important as I stood on the sidewalk, staring at the matte black beast parked there.

Zander was already straddling it, the machine rumbling between his thick thighs…

No, don't go down that lane Mara.

He actually came to pick me up with a motorcycle?

Seeing me staring without moving, Zander pulled a helmet from the back compartment and held it out to me.

"Come on, Princess. We don't have all day." He announced, more like he chided me softly.

"Surely, you don't expect me to ride that." I said, pointing at his bike.

"I don't know how to…"

"You don't have to know anything." Zander cut me off, his voice dropping with that rough edge that made my stomach flip. "Just hold on to me and let me do all the work."

The double meaning of that sentence didn't go unnoticed by me.

I swallowed hard, taking the helmet with reluctant fingers. Before I could figure out how to put the damn thing on, Zander was already in my space, taking the helmet back.

"It goes like this." He said, his fingers guiding the helmet onto my head.

That action looked so normal, enough to tell me that many women had sat where I was about to sit before.

The thought shouldn't have bothered me. But it did.

"There." His knuckles grazed my throat as he fastened the strap.

“Now you won't crack that pretty head open if I have to brake hard." He said, smiling.

"Is that supposed to comfort me?” I groaned.

Zander grinned, the smile transforming his face from dangerous to devastatingly handsome

"I'm an excellent driver, Princess. You're safe with me." Zander added.

But that was the problem. I didn't feel safe. I felt like I was standing on the edge of something that would swallow me whole.

Zander swung back onto the bike with fluid grace. “ Hop on,” He offered.

I approached like the bike might explode. My first attempt was clumsy, my second worse.

"Jesus Christ." Zander's hand shot out, gripping my waist and hauling me up like I weighed nothing. "There.” He declared.

“ It wasn't so hard, was it?"

Indeed it wasn’t, except now I was straddling the bike with my thighs spread wide and my body hovering behind his.

"Closer," Zander ordered and I could swear he was enjoying this.

"I'm close enough…” I lodged my protest.

"No, you're not." He reached back, his hand finding my knee and pulling me forward until my chest pressed against his back, my thighs bracketing his hips. "That's better. Now wrap your arms around my waist and hold tight." Zander ordered.

My heart hammered as I slid my arms around him.

I could feel the solid wall of muscle and the heat of him seeping into me through the leather jacket.

"Good girl."

Those two words did something to me they shouldn't have and I clamped my thighs.

"If you're going to patronize me the whole ride…"

"I'm going to do a lot more than that." Zander said and started the engine.

The vibration that rolled through the machine and through me stole my breath. "Now hold on, Princess , and try not to enjoy yourself too much."

The bastard knew exactly what this bike would do to me.

The engine came alive and we took off, every acceleration pressing me tighter against Zander.

Every turn made me cling harder and that constant vibration between my thighs was destroying any semblance of control I had left.

"You good back there?" Zander called over the engine noise.

"Fine," I lied through gritted teeth.

His laugh was dark. "Such a little liar. I can feel how tense you are, how you keep shifting, trying to find a position that doesn't make you…"

"Shut up," I hissed, but it came out breathless.

"Does Marcus know his baby sister has such a dirty mouth?" He teased, seemingly enjoying this way too much.

The mention of my brother should have reminded me why this thing stirring inside me couldn't happen.

Instead, it added something forbidden to the heat already coiling inside me.

"Marcus doesn't know a lot of things about me," I shot back.

***

After what felt like forever, we pulled outside an estate that looked exactly like the kind of place where dangerous men conducted dangerous business.

I noticed several other bikes parked by the garage.

Zander killed the engine and the sudden silence was deafening. Neither of us moved as we stayed frozen…me pressed against him, arms wrapped around his waist, thighs spread over his bike.

"We're here," Zander said finally, his voice rough.

“Oh,” I said amidst my awkwardness.

Zander led me upstairs and into a house that screamed him.

“ My apartment isn't exactly big.” He started.

"This is the living room and that's the kitchen." He gestured vaguely. "Your room is down the hall.” He announced.

I followed him down a narrow hallway until he pushed open a door to reveal a surprisingly nice bedroom.

"The bathroom is across the hall." He set my suitcase inside.

"Any house rules I should be aware of?" I asked, crossing my arms.

Zander turned slowly, leaning against the doorframe in a way that made the space feel smaller.

“ Actually, there is.

Stay out of the garage unless I am with you. Don't answer the door and if you want to go somewhere, you tell me first.” Zander listed before a ghost smile appeared on his lips.

“...most importantly," His eyes dragged over me in a way that made my skin flush. "...always keep your door locked at night."

"Why?" The question came out more breathless than I intended. "Are you planning to do something you shouldn't?"

"Planning? No." Zander pushed off the frame, stalking closer. "But intentions and actions are two different things, Princess. Especially when you're walking around in those little pajamas I'm betting you wear."

Heat pooled between my thighs. "How do you know what I wear to bed?"

"I don't. But I'm going to spend the next three months imagining it." He stopped in front of me.

It was close enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. "So do us both a favor and keep that door locked."

"And if I don't?" I challenged.

His jaw tightened. "Then one of us is going to do something that destroys a friendship that has kept me alive more than once. I don't think either of us wants that in our conscience."

The mention of Marcus was like cold water, but not enough to completely extinguish the fire.

"Right," I whispered.

“ He trusted me with what he loves most in this world." His hand came up, thumb brushing my lower lip. "And here I am, thinking about all the ways I want to make his little sister scream my name."