Page 4 of Stalked By The Biker

Walking into the country bar, I feel a bit out of place. Everyone stops and stares when me and a couple of my club brothers walk in. We’re all pretty much dressed the same in jeans, black biker boots, and our club cuts. Joker, Knight, and Rider are here to support me. At least that was their excuse when they jumped on their bikes to follow us a town over. Really they want to see if I can finally do what no man has been able to. What they don’t understand is that Clover isn’t just some chick I’m going to fuck and never talk to again. She’s the only chick I’m going to ever fuck again. She’s special. She’s mine.

I spot Clover immediately. Like a lion drawn to a gazelle, my heart races as I track her. She’s with Lavender and some other girls from the bar. They’re drinking and laughing, and better yet, there aren’t any guys at their table. Clover stands there dressed to kill wearing a delightfully short jean skirt, hugging her curves perfectly, and a sleek black halter top that showcases her toned shoulders and large tits. Her dark hair hangs loosely in waves down her back and the cherry red lipstick she wore tonight makes my dick swell. Her deep emerald green eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint. For the first time since I met her, Clover exudes a quiet confidence that has me falling for her even more.

Under the dim glow of the neon lights, the guys and I make our way to the bar, our footsteps echoing off the worn wooden floor. The air is thick with the scent of alcohol and lust as we slide onto the stools, eager to quench our thirst in more ways than one.

The bartender approaches and we each order a round of ice-cold beers. We shoot the shit as we wait for our beers. I mainly listen, and watch Clover from a distance. I’m pretty sure she hasn’t seen me yet, and I want to keep it that way. I take my time sipping my beer, savoring the bitter taste and allowing the alcohol to relax my nerves. In the back of my mind, a plan is forming. It has been months since I first laid eyes on Clover and tonight is the night I’ll finally make my move. But timing is everything, and I need to find the perfect moment to strike.

Suddenly, out of thin air, a group of men approach the girls. A primal instinct surges inside me, igniting a fire that had been simmering below the surface. The plan is up in flames and the man who had been patiently biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment, vanishes in an instant.

As soon as one of the men extends his hand to Clover, I feel a rush of jealousy wash over me. There is no way in hell I’ll allow her to dance with anyone else but me. I storm over to them, my heart pounding in my chest. Tapping the man on the shoulder, I try and remain calm when I ask, "Can I cut in?"

A snort of derision escaped his lips as he prepares to dismiss me. However, before he can utter a word, I lean in close, my voice barely above a whisper. "You don't want to try me, guy," I warn. "Thank her for the dance, and get the hell out of here before I make it happen." To emphasize my point, I discreetly slip a fifty-dollar bill into the front pocket of his western-style shirt. His eyes flicker down to the money and then back up to meet mine. A slow nod signals his reluctant acceptance.

He finally steps away, leaving me alone with Clover. A wave of relief washes over me like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. I take her hand in mine, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine and pull her to my chest. I wrap my arms around her thick curves and take a deep breath, letting the scent of her perfume fill my lungs. She smells like vanilla and lavender, a soothing combination that calms my raging heart. We sway to the soft sounds of the music until the song ends and changes to something more fast paced. Eventually, she pulls back to look up at me.

“What was that all about, before?” She murmurs.

“What was what?” I try getting out the question, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“What did you say to that guy to get him to walk away?”

“I gave him an offer he couldn’t refuse.” When I see she’s about to ask more questions I stop her. “No one touches you without my permission, Clover.” I tell her, teasing the edge of her jaw with my thumb, my eyes drawn to her pouty red lips. Her eyes widen as she tries pulling out of my embrace. I’ve crossed way the hell over the line. Fuck. “Clover, I’m sorry. Ever since that night I’ve felt protective over you. I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.”

She bites her bottom lip and sucks it into her mouth as she searches my face. “You don’t have to look out for me Ghost. I can take care of myself,” She says stubbornly.

God, I love her fire. I rub my thumb over her bruised bottom lip. “I know you can, darlin’, but you don’t have to anymore.”

FOUR

CLOVER

Lavender was right, a girl’s night out was exactly what I needed to get a certain someone off my mind. It worked for all of a couple hours. As the music filled the air and the dance floor beckoned, I found myself caught in a moment of indecision. A cowboy, wearing way too much cologne, approached me asking to dance. My mind raced, searching for a reason to decline, but none came forth. In a haze of reluctance, I accepted. Little did I know that fate had a surprise in store for me.

Just as the cowboy's rough hand clasped mine and his cologne-scented embrace enveloped me, a figure emerged from the shadows like a ghostly apparition. It was Ghost, of course it was. His presence was like a bolt of lightning, igniting a spark within me. He was the man I’d been longing for, but wasn’t sure I was ready for. I watched as he leaned in and asked to interrupt. I didn’t think the cowboy would concede, but he did.

Seconds later, with a gentle touch, Ghost took my hand and pulled me into his embrace. As the song finishes my curiosity gets the best of me and I ask him how he got the guy to go away. What he says has me seeing red. He didn’t have the right.

“You don’t have to look out for me Ghost. I can take care of myself.”

He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “I know you can, darlin’, but you don’t have to anymore.”

Another slow song begins and Ghost looks down at me. “Dance with me?”

When I nod, he pulls me close. We sway across the dance floor, Ghost's arms, adorned with intricate designs, wrap around my waist, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety. In that moment our connection strengthens.

It’s as if the universe conspired to bring us together, erasing all doubt and hesitation. The cowboy, now a distant memory, fades into insignificance as I lose myself in the rhythm of the music and the embrace of the man I haven’t been able to stop thinking about. The night was like a kaleidoscope of emotions, a whirl of sensations that left my head spinning.

We spend hours on the dance floor, holding onto one another as the music surrounds us like a bubble. I don’t see anything but him. Eventually, Lavender gets my attention by waving at me from across the dance floor. I feel bad for ignoring her for most of the night, but I don’t think she’s minded.

“Want to get out of here?” He asks before I have a chance to walk over to her.

I smile up at him. “What did you have in mind?”

“We could go for a ride on my bike.”

I look down at my outfit and shake my head, wishing I’d dressed in something different. There’s no way I’m getting on the back of his bike dressed like this. “That’s probably not a good idea,” I laugh.

“Good point,” He grumbles. I can tell he’s trying to figure out a way for us to spend more time together, but he’s coming up empty.

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