The Biker's Rules

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ickles 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 h

el an ache forming between my legs. I press them together and t

a climax!" A pair of jeans hit

hion-obsessed individual, unlike me. I will wear anything I like without thinking about who designed it or how much it costs

a always teases me for being such a romantic. She's more of a realist, not believing

ferent, something special, the sort of storybook love where two people's eyes meet and B

er-after part ... well, that part is a warped cliché. The universe is cruel and mischievous, that's for freaking

ntertwined – twisted up into a corrupted ball of claustrophobic frustration. Cause in that same BAM moment, I learned that love a

, especially when it comes to love - because of all the boy

g us into each other ... but there's just this teeny little problem - the sick depraved universe added some insurmountable obstacles to that perfect complexion – like an annoyingly rebellious, moody, t

et. The same boy whose green eyes have been haunting my dreams for years and years. And, yes you guessed it, the same boy L

stances at that. Just thinking about our first meeting after the whole haunted

al, Logan would come to pick us up, like every other day. He was in an all-boys school just a few blocks over. I was standing with my back to the doors. Sudde

s, strutting his handsomeness in his school uniform, smiling and flirting with every girl in the hallway. I'm sure he did it just

ot on my nerves. No, it was the intrusion of my privacy the whole week after his dramatic performance of maleness, when every bitch and cranny in t

ar the mocking in his voice bl

You're rea

he did it to antagonize me. He just loved the attention and as much as it hurts

y I was already as grumpy as a cow with tit-infection; ending up in the principal

s, but they deserved it and more – still I'm the only one that ended up in detention. I tried to explain to the principal that the bitch bullied a freshma

t with a little extra force, ready to ta

ng bright apple-green eyes. The hot-as-hell guy standing next to my brother filled out his uniform better than Thor himself ever would, his raven hair was in a messy-sexy style and the skew smile heated my core to boiling point. For some crazy reason, I wanted to grab and k

voice. Of course, even his voice

re if I should run away or

dely, looking around as if he was

I knew he did. How can he not? I'm wearing his name on my sleeve fo

on to me as I stormed out of the building, thinking

heavy heartbeats, a twisted stomach, and nauseating feelings each time he is around. He's like an itch under my skin I just can't get rid of - increasing i

t me, tapping her foot impati

nce since all guys seem to walk in circles around me. But since you have regular one-night st

ver understand. It's strange how guys

courage to do so, he would never show up for the date and look like Mike Tyson's punching bag the nex

e question - just grinned and shrugged his shoulders blabbing that they are not fully to blame f

on as we got back from Europe. And he lasted more than two dates now. It's not that he's the love of my life - altho

use the toy Damion won for me to comfort me when I feel sad. I mean, I only kept the stupid thing to always remind me of the evilness under h

looks at Ripper with a pity-full look. Kiara

reat night, walking hand in hand between the animals, just talking without anybody judging us. But then t

t MotoGP championship and I was overjoyed that he wanted to celebrate it with me. Again he gave me hope, holding hands, spending the day having f

on the grass. I'm not sure who won but like clockwork, the next day a new b

hardly had a decent conversation since then. Instead, I go out of my way to ignore the annoying dimwit, acting mostly as if he is invisible, only talking to him when I absolutely

ning his mouth, and at the same time from dry to wet in just one stare. Yeah, I'm not proud to admit that fact even to myself – physically I'm attracted to the man like a bee to

oing through. How do I explain something I don't even understand myself to someon

s already big head to grow even bigger – as if that's possible. And most of all I hate his man-whore ways – sleeping with every available brunette ... and beli

mysterious bad-boy reputation of his that gets them hooked – m

op the mind-running to answer her before

e differ. He is already talking about getting married and having children. At 19 I'm way too young to think about marriage and I certainly don't want to even think ab

h. How can I tell her, that when I kiss Ren I don't feel any spar

tant war, each one fighting for a different outcome. My mind repercussions me about staying miles away from the cock-ass, my body lusts to be in h