The Biker's Rules

5 Sep

ancisco (Uncle

– Me

every week, by the way, be anything different? I look at his confronting emerald eyes and start throwing

hat 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 soci

and dark-haired girls. It's definit

spiky black eyelashes. He has a hint of stu

n't be so

at he has this way of drawing me in. Even by just standing there, eyes

ave-em deviltry first-handily - TWICE. So, your honor, the accused

e warmth drains from those green eyes until he's staring back at me in s

ere drowning in each other's gazes.

I would know cause I painted my dresser that exact color in my se

he spell. Then I feel an arm encircling my waist from behind and a kiss lands on m

I hate that Ren calls me babe! It reminds me of the little talking pig f

Damion earlier grabs a hold o

lipstick. Damion seems pissed. She's pretty with her dark bob hair, flawless face, and tall

er dark eyes. I don't like her. She reminds me of this huge spider Jackson used t

ll be this man's wife." Holy fuck! I glare at the biker but his face is as unemotional as a table. Is he really goin

Damion. "Hi dude, I'm Ren

's eyes, his own pulled into a frown, blazing as if it's on fire. He pulls free from the red-nailed claws, turns around, and

ah, his friendliness will for sure drive me to alcohol,

alize that y

o face, but he has a reputatio

t he needs to. And I know for a fact that Damion hates that part of his job t

oe can get to know each other a little. Maybe you'll

t going t

ty drink. How can Ren be friends with those people? I'm not sure who's worse ... Jason

ed to find

o luck. Maybe she'

into someone, and walk into my uncle's man cave,

?" I ask pointin

jeans that look annoyingly good on him. As he leans over to take a shot, those designer jeans slip low, re

ou seen

will drive me to murder. He sinks

right in front of me and it takes him a few minutes to register who I am. He bl

p straight but falls forward onto me, hi

ewhere and Jason flies back to hit the wall with a loud thud. He struggles to

rd, and focuses on Damion's face. He point

drunken bravado shoves Damion, pushing him with both hands. Jason fal

... you can't ... you can not tell me what (hic) .... what to do

than I thought. He launches a pathetic punch

square on the jaw. He hits the wall again and

lose my balance. Strong hands grasp my middle

guy! Not that I don't like it, 'cause

l. He knows exactly what he's doing to my libido. I mean he's been

ush away and run, but my body doesn't listen

ee how he affects me. I won't let h

, oh boy, don't even get me started with that. It's those

It might work with other girls, but I fi

all

now." His grin gets even bigger. It's as i

e that my breasts are squashed against his chest, and I'm sure he can feel my hard nipples through both our clothes. I

t the pool table. So many times have I dreamed about experiencing feelings exactly lik

and causes an aching feeling between my thighs. A soft moan escapes my lips and I bite my lower lip, preventing another sound from slipping past it. I want him to do all the terrible things to my body that I'v

t don't have any idea what you're doi

emoves his hands, leaving me feeling both cold and hot at the same time. And the recoil hits m

little too well, damn gland. I almost kissed t

They don't look too surprised to see Jason ly

t everybody witho

he bumps into

surprised Ren, holding his s

les, a strange light in his eyes. His b

and removes his hands slowly. He wipes

cheek with his palm a few times before

ays and leaves. I'm

with Damion?

on's eyes are on me hanging onto the pool table

's limp body, pulling his mouth into an

me in a shrill voice, still angry after getting manhandled, his eyes are so full of hate that it

g at him with a stern face. For some reason, Jackson despises my boyfriend.

.. " he doesn't finish his sentence, but his eyes clearl

d and doesn't sa

at the beauty in his arms as if he d

ockingly. The girl looks up at Enrique's

nswer. If she knew my brother, she would know that Enri

with the redhead, "But he's just as dysfunctional as the rest of you," she continu

but you just can't do it, and then he shatters your

amn, girl, you might not be as dumb

she says,

st stir the pot even if it's empty. All eyes move towards me and m

of me. He's a

e fudge

don't give a hooting hell at this moment. I'm mad - mostly at myself

ed up over my little brother's stupid bloody friend? That right there is a VERY very good question. Anothe

purpose. Gmf, telling me I don't know what I'm doing! Hell, excuse me for not being

ast he's not a psychotic, unfeeling, heartless maniac like certain other people. Sociopath - I'm sure he pulls girls' hearts out for fun, squashes them

man." Ren strokes my hair, but th

an order?

he hisses. Oh, I think

." True. But I still don't

e curse?" His voice drops. I pus

ing at me as if he's embar

amion started it to make sure no guy ever came near you. Appa

n for my awkward social life, my non-existent love life, why guys walked circ

ing fault i

curse?" I ask,

rry, I'm not scared of hi

without thinking. Ren

hell, looking at us. The brunette is clinging to his arm onc

e tries to hang on, but my brother is relentless. What the hell i

de grin. I ignore his deceptively boyish smile - knowing full wel

in love w

deep frown on his face. "I hate him," I state to explain. But I also want him

ious body away from the

on Jason and weaves through the crowd