Bred to the Biker (Motorcycle Club Lovers‪)‬

Friday’s were usually the days I spent finishing my homework for the weekend, so I had Saturday and Sunday to hang out with my friends. But today I was visiting my brother… and his new ‘buddies’. (Adults Only; 4,000+ Words)

The door to the elevator opened, and Hookshot practically kicked open the door to my brother’s apartment, slamming it behind us.
“What a f****n’ pigsty.”
From what I saw, slung over the man’s shoulder, he was right. There were dishes in the sink and an overflowing ash tray. It looked like the carpet had never been vacuumed. I guess not even bikers lived like this.
Suddenly the room fled upwards and I was bouncing on a mattress.
Hookshot crawled over me, looking utterly amazed at my body. He looked like he was prepared to worship it. Admittedly, I was pretty nervous. What had I gotten myself into? I was a virgin! I didn’t know what I had to do or say, or how anything worked!
I tried to cover my face—too embarrassed to look—but the man pulled my hands away, looking down at me with his pale blue eyes.
“I wanna see your face while I’m doin’ this,” he growled.