The Devil's Bed (Sensual Romance, M.C Bikers Alpha Male)

Bikers Edge

By Elizabeth Wilde

All Rights Reserved

Adults Only

What would you do if a hunky Biker rescued you from certain death?

Samantha knows.

After a chance meeting with Marcus, member of the Death’s Angels Biker Gang, she instantly falls for his sculptured muscles and his rough demeanor.

She will however discover that there are consequences for every decision she makes, including falling for the bad boy.

With the law nipping at their heels and a rival gang with a vendetta after them, she must think quickly because this is one dangerous game, in which she doesn’t even know the rules.

Samantha on the other hand liked the smell. There was something gritty and dangerous about it. In addition, it always brought back memories from two years prior when Amber was not with her for the fair. Samantha had met one of those bikers and had an encounter that would change her life. She reminisced about that hunky man as they walked down the street. She hoped she would see him again but he had not been there since that day.

“Earth to Samantha,” Amber said as she waved her hands in her friends face, desperately trying to get her attention. “Geez, where do you go when you get that look on your face?”

“I’m sorry amber,” Samantha replied. “What were you saying?”

“I was asking you if you thought my new dress would attract any guys this year,” Amber asked as she twirled in her white floral sundress. “You just stared blankly.”

“I’m sorry Am,” Samantha replied. “I think you look extra cute today. I doubt there will be any guys that don’t look your way.”

“You’re just saying that,” Amber said as she looked at the ground. “I doubt a single one will notice me.”

“Amber,” Samantha said. “You know very well how attractive you are. You remember that cute guy who kept buying you drinks at Warner’s Tavern?”

“That was over two years ago,” Amber said slightly annoyed. “You never seem to have a problem meeting someone new.”

“Yeah,” Samantha said with a sigh. “It’s keeping them that’s my problem.”

“I didn’t mean it that way Sam,” Amber said apologetically. “It’s ok Amber,” Samantha replied. “Today is about you. We are going to find you a cute guy to take home.”

“Well maybe not take home,” Amber said blushing. “Perhaps just someone who will ride the Ferris wheel with me to start.”

Both girls were the same age of twenty. However, Amber was the introvert of the friendship while Samantha was the outgoing and friendly type. She stood about five feet, seven inches with long legs that tapered up to her curvy round physique. Her long light brown hair complimented her baby blue eyes. She was proud of her body, especially her round ass and large double D sized breasts. Amber was jealous not only of Samantha’s looks but her outgoing personality. She was slightly shorter than Samantha and had a rather slender frame. Regardless of what amber did growing up, she could never get her chest as big as Samantha’s. She was happy to have blonde hair and as she put it,
blondes have more fun
.

As the day went by, Samantha secretly looked for her mysterious biker. It was still too early for the motor parade down Main Street so she had not lost all hope of seeing him but she did wonder if he would remember. He surely left an impression on her. She found herself reminiscing of the first time they met. She was almost a victim of a motorcycle accident when she absentmindedly walked into the street, right in front of a passing cyclist. She began to daydream of that chance meeting between them.

She was thinking about calling her friend Amber for the fourth time that afternoon. She had always got to the fair with her every year and it was the first time they would not be together for it. They had been inseparable until then but Amber was due for a tonsillectomy that day and made Samantha promise to go to the fair without her. She stared at her phone as she began to walk into traffic when she heard someone yell.

“Watch out,” a man yelled as Samantha looked up to see a motorcycle about to hit her. She froze like a deer in headlights and she remembered almost feeling like her life flashed before her eyes. She was pulled out of the way at the last second and fell into her rescuers arms. They collided and fell to the sidewalk with Samantha lying on top of him. Their eyes met and she instantly felt a spark as she stared into his hazel brown eyes.

“Are you alright,” the man said as she continued to gaze at him.

“I-I’m fine,” she managed to squeak out.

“Then perhaps you wouldn’t mind getting off of me,” the man said smiling.

“O-Oh,” she replied as she braced herself on his muscular body. “I’m sorry.”

“No worries,” he said as he helped her stand up and then stood up himself. “What were you thinking?”

“I was distracted,” she said as she found herself unable to turn away from him. His tall frame, tanned skin covered in tattoos and short black hair made her swoon.

“Well you know what they say about looking at your cell phone and driving,” he said holding out his hand. “I’m Marcus.”

“But I wasn’t driving,” she replied with a laugh and shaking his hand. “Samantha.”

“Thankfully for all of us you weren’t,” he replied smiling and holding his arms out and looking at the small crowd of people that had gathered to see what had happened.

“You’re a quick one aren’t you,” she said as she put her hands on her hips. She felt a slight pain on her left thigh through her sundress and winced.

“Here, sit down,” Marcus said as he helped her over to a nearby bench. A man could be heard yelling in the background as she sat down. She looked past Marcus to see a very large biker walking towards them with an absurdly angry look on his face.

“What the fuck is this,” the burly biker said as Marcus turned to face him. “What the fuck were you doing jumping in front of me like that.”

“Calm down man,” Marcus said as he put his hands up in front of him. “It was an accident.”

“Do you call that an accident,” the angry man said pointing at his bike lying in the street. I had to lay it down to avoid hitting her!”

“Hey man, it could happen to anyone,” Marcus replied trying to cool the situation down.

“Oh yeah,” the man yelled as he walked closer to Marcus with his face clearly to close for comfort. “My fist is about to happen to your face if you don’t get out of the way.”

“Is that so,” Marcus asked. “You’ll have to just hit me then if you think I would let your smelly ass anywhere near her.”

Samantha’s heart fluttered as she heard Marcus utter those words. She was not sure why someone like him would defend her like that after just meeting her.

“If you say so,” the man said as he grabbed Marcus’s tank top and pulled him towards him. His fist pulled back far to gain maximum velocity before connecting with Marcus’s face. Just as the man began to push his fist forward to hit him, Marcus thrust his forehead into the man’s nose with lightning speed. Blood spurt from the man’s nose and he fell backward and flat on the ground.

“Holy shit,” Samantha said as she watched the man fall down unconscious. She brought her hands up to her mouth in amazement and looked up to see Marcus standing over the man making sure he was down for the count. She took a moment to admire his muscular body. His large, tattoo covered arms tapered down to his strong hands that were still balled into fists. She could not believe someone wearing big black boots and long black jeans could move as fast as he did. Marcus turned to Samantha when he was sufficiently satisfied with the gurgling sounds the man made as he lay on the ground.

Marcus walked back over to Samantha and kneeled down in front of her, concerned about her possible leg injury.

“How’s your leg,” he asked, looking deeply into her eyes.

“It’s okay,” she replied, taking her left hand and brushing her long brown hair out of her face. She looked down to see his big strong hands working his way up her thigh. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry,” he said smiling. “I’m a professional.”

“Oh really,” she asked as she looked him over. “A professional of what?” She loved how rugged he was. His short stubble on his face was something she yearned to touch.

“Of beautiful ladies,” he replied rubbing her inner thigh. It was the first time she noticed his Spanish accent. She loved the way he rolled his R’s and accentuated his T’s.

They both managed to avert their strong gaze at each other the moment they hears sirens. Marcus looked up to see two police cruisers driving slowly down Main Street and quickly stood up. He reached out for Samantha’s hand and looked at her with longing eyes.

“Are you ok to run,” he asked with his hand outstretched.

“I t-think so,” she stuttered as she took his hand and wondered what he was thinking.

He pulled her up from the bench and began running down the sidewalk away from the police. She struggled to keep up with his long stride and she began to worry what he had gotten her involved in. They ran through a small crowd of people and turned towards the nearby docks. They could hear the police chasing them on foot and yelling for them to stop. As they approached the docks, they passed by a small building with paid bathrooms and showers. Marcus turned to see if they were out of sight for a moment. He noticed someone exiting the shower and reached out to keep the door from closing.

“Do you trust me,” he turned and asked Samantha.

“I-I think do,” she said unsure but realized how enamored she was with him. She wanted to trust him even though her gut was telling her she was crazy.

“Good enough for me,” he said as he pulled her into the shower with him and shut the door. It locked automatically behind them and Samantha jumped slightly when she heard the loud click of the lock.

Samantha noticed that his black tank top was also starting to cling to his chest from the moisture. She began to admire the small scruffy hair on his chest and loved the way the beads of sweat rolled down his shoulders. After several minutes, he pulled his shirt and shoes off to keep from overheating. He looked over at Samantha and noticed her hair was starting to become wet from the steam. It collected on her head and dripped down and onto her body. Samantha caught him staring at her chest as the moisture made her dress cling to her body. He loved how shapely she was.

“It looks like they are still looking for us,” he said glancing at her. “I don’t think they know we are in here and I doubt they will look.

“Why are they after us,” she asked confused.

“Probably because I knocked a guy out in the middle of the street,” he replied. “If it’s one thing I have noticed in this small town, is how conservative everyone is.”

“Hey,” Samantha said as she stood up and put her hands on her hips. “This is my hometown, I grew up here thank you very much.”

“Then tell me,” Marcus started. “Why are people such prudes around here.”

“We have the largest adult book store on the coast I’ll have you know,” Samantha retorted and then burst out laughing. Marcus joined in and they both laughed at each other for a moment.

“I think the coast is clear Samantha,” Marcus said as he looked though the window. He jumped down and was surprised to see her standing so close to him.

“I think we better stay here for a little while longer,” she said. “Can’t be too careful.”

“That may be true,” he replied inching himself closer to her. The heat from their bodies caused steam to rise up above them. He put his arm around her and pulled her in close. She gasped as his strength pulled her close with no effort.

“What are we doing,” she asked thinking twice about making a move on a man she had barely met. She worried about what she unwittingly become a part of. Marcus seemed like a very dangerous man and that thought frightened her.

“I think you were about to kiss me,” he replied in a sensual voice. His deep voice and suave accent made the hairs on her arms stand on end. “You hesitated though.”

“Let me remedy that,” she said as she put her hand behind his head and pulled him into her gently.

Their first kiss reminded Samantha of explosions. The sexual tension between them releasing like bombs bursting as they kissed passionately. Her hand slid down his neck and across his shoulders to his chest. Every inch she touched was firm yet soft. His skin felt like velvet. He took her by the waist and pushed her against the wall of the shower stall. Her hands reaching behind her to brace her body as he kissed her and rubbed his body against hers. She accidentally flipped the lever in the shower and hot water began to cascade down their bodies.

She could feel the heat from his torso mingling with hers as her tongue swirled around his. The water allowed less friction between them and she found herself rubbing her body against his more and more as the sexual energy between them built up. He boldly began touching her body as they kissed. His hands caressing her breasts as the hot water flowed down them. He ran his hands down her sides and around to her round ass. She yelped as his strong hands gripped her tight, slid down her leg as she raised it up and wrapped it around him.

He kissed down her neck, licking her skin as he made his way further south. She moaned softly as his tongue gently caressed her soft white skin. She reached up and pulled the straps to her dress and bra down to expose her breasts. He kissed further down to her nipples and hovered around them with his lips. He kept his distance, making her yearn for his touch. She felt a small tingling feeling in between her legs as she anticipated his gentle caress.

When she could not take it anymore, she pulled his head into her breasts. His mouth encompassing her nipple and areola. He licked her nipple in small swirls as he sucked on her breast. She tilted her head back and moaned louder as she held his head in her arms. She ran her hands through his hair as he pleasured her and he pulled when he suddenly bit her softly. She gasped at the slight pain she felt which quickly turned to pleasure. She knew it was wrong to be going so far with someone like him. Especially with her catholic upbringing but her body would not listen to reason.

Her mind was torn. She wanted to continue with Marcus. She wanted him to pleasure her and she wanted to pleasure him. She wanted to see how far it would go and where he would take her afterwards. The problem was, she knew it was wrong to be involved with a man, especially one like him. She pushed him away and held him at arm’s length as her conscience played racket ball with her heart. She started him in the eyes deeply as she pondered what she should do next. Marcus stood there confused but waited patiently as her internal struggle ensued.