Beauty And The Biker - Sex Stories

Beauty And The Biker

... scoped the main floor looking for Holly, all the while checking to see if I'd attracted any unwanted attention. Most of the pencil-necked frat boys didn't even register with me as threats, but there was this one big, hard muscled dude who looked like he could have played linebacker for the university football team. Those motherfuckers enjoyed smashing guys up and right then, I wanted no part of that guy at all. He met my gaze without blinking and just raised a beer, kind of welcoming me to the party. All things considered, I was relieved not to be on that monsters bad side. I was just about to head up the stairs when I bumped into a dude who stood at least two inches shorter than me. He was skinny as fuck and glared at me as if I had no right to be there. "Hey," he asked it as if I cared what the fuck he thought. "This is a private party. Is there something you want here?" “I'm just looking for someone,” I said, trying to push past him without hiding my annoyance. “Look buddy, I don't know who you are, but I can promise you, whoever you're looking for, she isn't going to be here. There is a trashy bar in the next town. Go find someone there.” He laughed, as if he'd made some kind of fucking joke. Right. Just my luck to run into a comedian who had a secret desire to get his ass kicked. “Back off, asshole,” I growled, once again, trying to push past. Out of nowhere, the dumbass fucker threw a left hook, connecting with my jaw. The dude had guts, I gave him that, but guts ...

... won't save a guy from getting his ass kicked. I gave him a hard shove, knocking him hard against the wall. "Stay the fuck there," I warned him coldly. The guy actually looked like he was going to come back for more but one look at how serious I was seemed to make him rethink his plan. “Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What the fuck is going on here? Who the hell are you?" 'Holy fuck! Am I going to have to fight every guy in this place!' I thought as I turned toward the new voice. “Jackson... What are you doing here?!” It was Holly and I froze as she moved from the side of the second speaker who I assumed must have been this 'Sean' I'd been hearing about. Holly had been holding the dudes hand and for that alone I wanted to pile drive his head into the floor. Holly quickly let go as she met my gaze. God, she was every bit as beautiful as she was the day we met and my knees grew weak as she came close. I desperately wanted to take her in my arms and hold her but I resisted until I knew how she felt about me being there. “I came to see you," I said as calmly as I could. "I just needed to see you again." It felt like the air had been sucked out of the party and everyone was staring at us as if they feared I was going to start a fight. “You know this guy?” Sean asked, pointing his finger at me while turning to Holly. “Yeah, I know him. I just didn't think he knew where to find me. I mean, I guess he could have figured it out. Clearly he did.” Holly rambled. Even in such a dangerous situation, her ...