Petals and Chrome: A Biker Erotic Romance (Flowers of Hell MC) (6 page)

“Roxanne was just a stupid mistake. She’s long gone …”

He paused, then touched his neck, where her name still curled, staring me right in the face.
 

“Well, she’s almost all gone,” he said with a grin.
 

I couldn’t help but laugh too.
 

I leant in towards him, catching him off guard a little, then touched my lips softly and sensuously against his. With a shudder, I noted that despite everything
else
we’d already done, this was the first time we’d actually kissed. His hands moved gently over my body, his palms finding my breasts as his tongue slipped urgently into my mouth, exploring it. I kissed him back just as hard, just as passionately, melting beneath his burning hot touch.
 

“I don’t want to leave,” I murmured, once we’d drawn apart once more.
 

“You do, Rose, trust me.”
 

He fixed me in his smoldering black eyes, and I felt a strange tearfulness well up from somewhere deep inside me. I shook my head as the hot droplets spilled down my cheeks.
 

“You don’t understand,” I blurted out, half speaking, half sobbing. “I’ve got nothing to go back to.
Nothing
.” And as I said it out-loud, framing it so clearly like that for the first time, I knew I meant it; knew that this was exactly what I’d been searching for all this time — something simple and pure, like the moment I’d just shared with D, huddled on the edge of his mattress, lost in our own little world.
 

“There’s a lot about me you don’t know,” he murmured. “A lot you wouldn’t like …”
 

“Try me,” I countered, my voice firm now, my mind made up. “I want to stay, D. At least for a little while.”

He nodded, recognizing the seriousness in my voice.
 

He stood, offered his hands to me, and then lifted me up to my feet.
 

I felt so different in these figure-hugging leggings and this tiny little top. I felt like a completely different girl .. No, a completely different
woman
.
 

“You realize that I’ve got to act a certain way around those guys, right?” he said, nodding towards the door that led back out into the shack.
 

“I told you, I get it,” I said.
 

“Okay then, let’s go.”
 

He stepped towards the door, pushing it open and walking back out into the main room. I followed behind him, my eyes fixed on the large rose painted on the back of his jacket, and beneath it the curving script:
FLOWERS OF HELL
.
 

There were even more bikers in the room than I’d expected, maybe ten or eleven of them, all slouched and sprawled around on the floor, and they all looked up at me, fixing me in their leery gaze as I walked out into the shack, a few steps behind D, staying close to him. I noticed Spider and the guy with the goatee among them. I could feel them all — each and every one of those bikers — undressing me in their minds, imagining what it would be like to ravage me, to fuck my mouth and pussy and arse however they wanted, just plundering my tight young body like a piece of meat, to be pounded and then tossed out afterwards with the trash.
 

“Listen up!” D shouted, his voice ringing out in the shack, icy and cold and commanding, just like before.
 

All murmurs ceased. It was clear that he was in charge here, that he ran the show.
 

“Now this, here, is Rose. Take a good long look, boys, because
looking
is all you’re gonna get to do, okay? This slut here is
mine
, you understand? Mine and only mine.”
 

There was silence in the shack.
 

“YOU UNDERSTAND?” D bellowed, causing me to jump a little.
 

The bikers all nodded and mumbled their agreement.
 

“And that includes you, Zed. Okay?” At this, D fixed the guy with the black goatee beard in his icy stare.
 

Zed nodded reluctantly, unable to meet D’s eye.
 

“Okay then. Well, with business out of the way,” D continued, his voice softening a little, “I want you all to say hello to Rose here, and make her feel welcome. Alright?”
 

“Hi, Rose,” the bikers all mumbled, casting their shifty, lustful glances up at me once more.
 

“Hello, boys,” I said, unable to keep the cheeky grin off my face, knowing just how ridiculously out-of-place my English accent sounded, ringing out in that dirty biker’s shack.
 

I took a deep breath, savoring the musty, smoky air, knowing that — for the very first time in my life — I was doing exactly what I wanted; finally living out the adventure I’d so craved and yearned for.
 

And what an adventure that turned out to be …

About the Author

Alicia Pierce is a young writer, who grew up on both sides of the Atlantic, and has long yearned for a life of adventure. In the day, she works as a shop assistant in a large department store, while at night, she loves firing up her laptop and escaping into the worlds she creates in her stories. She always writes about what turns her on; some of it based on her own real-life experiences, some — as yet — only fantasy.
 

Alicia hopes you enjoy reading
Petals and Chrome
just as much as she enjoyed writing it.
 

She is currently hard at work on the sequel…

Also by Alicia:
The Changing Room

Connie Black has only ever known one lover, her young husband Dean. The two were college sweethearts and saved themselves for marriage, but it turns out that their sex life still leaves Connie rather unfulfilled. 

In a last-ditch attempt to save their marriage, Connie takes the advice of a friend, but this innocent suggestion leads her into a murky new world of anonymous encounters and explicit sexual awakenings ... in
The Changing Room.
 

Warning: This 7,300+ word novella contains scenes of graphic language, oral sex, anal play, skimpy underwear, exhibitionism, masturbation, gloryholes and a culminates in a sizzling hot mmf threesome. Intended Only for Mature Audiences 18+.

EXCERPT:
 

“Hello?” I said, taking a nervous step towards the hole, but there came no reply.
 

I leant forward and inspected it again and this time, instead of complete darkness, I saw an eye peering back at me from the gloom.
 

So it was true. There really
was
someone back there, watching.
 

“So, you like to watch, do you?” I said, attempting to sound sexy but knowing that my voice also betrayed my nerves. My whole body was pounding with a mixture of fear and shock and excitement. I didn’t know what was going to happen next, but in the spur of the moment, I decided to give whoever it was a show.
 

Again I turned to face away from the hole, feeling the horny eye watching me as I picked up the black thong and stepped into it, first one foot, then the other. I slid it up over my thighs and up around my waist, feeling the thin strip of black fabric slide tightly between my buttocks.
 

I ran my fingers down my toned stomach and over the outside of these new silky-smooth panties, feeling the soft mound of my pubic hair beneath them, then the throbbing nub of my clit, and then finally the swollen cleft of my pussy lips. Within moments, my sticky warm wetness had soaked through the fabric and I let out another low, involuntary moan.
 

It was the horniest I’d ever felt.
 

I turned round to see if the eye was still there, watching me, but in its place was a fully-erect, throbbing cock.
 

The Changing Room
is available
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now!