I don’t leave my post until she goes back inside and even then I’m pissed off that I can’t see her. I want to see her. I want to taste her, but I need a goddamn plan first. I can’t just take her, that would start a war that I don’t need right now. So, for now I can keep my eyes on her from here until something comes to mind.
Shoving myself up from the chair I look back over at the bed and see Terry still sound asleep. Club whores are the best when they keep their mouths closed. I don’t need her running back and telling the whole damn club that I jerk off to the same girl damn near every night of my life. I don’t need that load of bullshit on my case.
Since she’s still passed out, I climb in the shower and wash away what I’ve just done. The heat surrounds me and washes away my sins. Not that I’m a religious man but when it comes to the clubs, we have strict rules. Which in turn makes me laugh a little. If Mitch knew I lived across the street from his precious little girl he would have lost his shit epically. He would have moved her out a long time ago but apparently she’s good at keeping secrets. Secrets that work to my advantage. Either that or the motherfucker isn’t smart enough to check into his kid’s surroundings. Either way I take advantage of that and keep my own eyes on her. That sexy little body. That long dark hair. Yeah, one day she’s going to be mine.
Climbing out of the shower, I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist before heading back into my room. There sits Terry licking her pretty red lips. Dropping my towel, I nod toward my cock and watch her slide off the bed and crawl on hands and knees across the floor to me. Then she takes my length in her hand and slowly strokes it until it’s hard and ready to be taken. Finally, she wraps her lips around my cock and sucks like her goddamn life depends on it. Those may be Terry’s lips, but all I can do is picture my princess, Harley. Wrapping my fingers up in Terry’s hair, I fuck her face until she has tears streaming down her cheeks. She gags and I thrust harder needing to find another release because that fucking girl’s face will never leave my mind. I will never be able to stop seeing her in my head, and I take that out on Terry.
Chapter Two
Harley
There he is. Just like I knew he’d be. That muscled-up, shirtless man is on the rooftop working out again. He does it almost every night. Sickly enough, I sit here from my window and watch him while talking on the phone with my dad. President of the Lowlife MC, I’m a club princess and that means almost all men are off limits to me. Dad doesn’t want me with any of his guys and he sure as hell doesn’t want me with any outsiders. Where does that leave me? Stalking the man across the street on his roof working out every day. It’s a sad reality in my world. Of course, I date and go out, that’s the whole point of living on my own. I didn’t even tell my dad where I was living because I knew he’d find some sort of fault in the place and then he’d make me move. Not going to happen.
Ending my call with dad, I resume my stalking. Yeah, I watch him. It would be hard not to. He keeps his head down, never letting me get a good glimpse of his face but that body? Damn, a girl can’t help but have some sexy hot dreams about that body. I lay down on my bed, watching the way his muscles move. I picture that man between my thighs as I drag my vibrator over my nipple, down my chest, over my stomach, and between my parted thighs. I keep my eyes on him as he throws punches at the bag, wishing he were here hugging my body as tightly as he does that bag.
I gasp as the vibrator moves over my clit and then I slide it inside of me. With each stroke I dream about him being the one touching me. I picture him. I don’t know him, but I want to. I’ve thought about going over there and just getting it out of the way, but where’s the fun in that? And what would I say? I’m the girl who stalks you from across the street? I also know there’s a rival MC member living in that building somewhere, and I sure as hell don’t want to cause any issues with them or my dad. So, I keep to myself, watching from a distance.
I circle my clit until my body tenses up and then I let myself go. I let myself imagine him in between my thighs, licking and sucking until I scream his name. With each spasm, I call out for him. A man that I don’t even know, but a girl can dream, right?
When I come down from my self-induced high, I reach over and grab my phone off the bed and call my best friend, Angel. It doesn’t take her
