Falling For The Biker - Chapter 11: Chapter 11

Arthur's POV
I won't lie to myself about the number of ladies I have come across… on a sexual level. I've had flings, one-night stands and a few relationships that ended badly, but with Sierra?
Whenever I look at her, think about her, I am consumed with something I have never felt before. I was drawn to her. Holding her felt like something out of the ordinary. An egg I needed to protect and treat with delicacy.
And that kiss, her body, the look of lust in her eyes, made me want to sin on that kitchen counter with no care in the world. I wanted to take her then and there.
I respected Mum and Dad, but Sierra was driving me insane. Her body was soft, her scent and her beauty were breathtaking.
I only just met her and my mind has been surrounded by so many thoughts of having her all to myself. And the thought of my reaction yesterday ruining everything, I almost lost it.
No one could truly understand, not even myself, but I did not care. What I cared about were those delicious lips of hers. She tasted divine. If her lips tasted so good, I would be obsessed with her honey just as much.
I wanted to hold her down on that counter and fill her up with pleasure. I should not be thinking this, but my mind was doing it on its own. This was the very thought that made me want to visit the club tonight.
Yet, a part of me hated the thought. That was one of my usual hang out location. Strippers with perfect bodies ready to have sex with nothing attached. I never once hated it, yet, today, I felt like I would hurt Sierra with such an action.
Sierra was not a lady I would typically not want. Not before I met her. Fuck, right now, I would not mind if she asked that I give her the moon. I would. That was how crazy she had turned me into.
A guy who only saw her. I haven't been around her so much, yet I feel I was addicted. Hard to believe, but that was the truth. And maybe a little psycho. A small smile came to my face.
I was because even with Jackson's intrusion; I was ready to have her on that counter without minding if he watched. I was that crazy. And not even with his anger rising with each second that he led me out of the house made that thought change.
He had every right to be upset. Finding your sister making out with your best friend could be hard, but trying to deter me was not going to make me stop feeling the way I felt right now, and I was fucking serious.
He stopped at the porch with his back to me, hands on his waist and the other on his forehead to calm himself down, but when he turned around, he looked as though he would explode in anger.
His forehead was red, with his veins close to popping out of his head. “I fucking told you to stay away from sister!” he barked.
“And I didn't,” I said, not giving a fuck.
He folded his fists, his veins popping out as his hands slowly turned red. I knew my nonchalance was driving him down the lane of getting even more angry, but I didn't care. He would not dare lay a finger on me.
He took a step closer, clenching his teeth. “You don't know, Sierra,” he said.
“And I'm guessing you do. You can tell me about her or better, yet I can ask her-”
He grabbed my shirt the next second, slamming me to the wall, but he wasn't going to push me to a fight. He was my best friend and no matter the silliness of his anger right now, I won't break our code.
“You will stay away from my sister,” he ordered.
“I won't… I love Sierra,” I said.
His eyes twitched at my words. “Do you fucking know the meaning of love?! Have ever loved anyone aside from when it's time to get your dick sucked!” he yelled, before letting go of my shirt.
I straightened it calmly. I could not say no to that, neither could I say yes to it either. Jackson knew this, but maybe right now a complicated truth isn't what he was looking at.
I was known as the ladies' man. I could easily snag a girl if I wanted. I was obviously aware of my looks, but my words were just as drawing to the ladies. However, I have never lied to any lady I loved them.
Yet again, that kind of proved his point. I've dated a lot of ladies. I would say I fancied them. A good fuck and a companion at events. Most of the time, I dated a few ladies because, according to my manager, it was good for publicity.
Not all of them knew this, and some knew and used me in the same light. However, it was different for Sierra. I truly had feelings for her. Yes, it was sudden, but that did not dispute my true feelings.
“This is different,” I said.
Jackson scoffed. “Really? How many times have I heard you say that? Oh, remember, Ashley? Oh, what about fucking Stephanie!” he said.
I clenched my teeth. “Stephanie was-”
“Different, you dickhead! You told me that your fucking self, and it broke you when you found her in bed with some guy during your vacation,” he said.
“Fine, maybe I was growing some fucking feelings for my ex-girlfriend, but it didn't fucking get the chance to grow, and you fucking know that! I love Sierra and you not believing will not change that!” I lost my temper.
Yes, Stephanie was the only one out of my numerous exes I actually began growing feelings for. And it hurt me when she cheated when I thought we were having fun. But that was completely different from Sierra.
“You have never loved anyone. You stick your dick in any lady who comes to you, and you find it fun to fuck ladies without any commitment. Sierra is not someone you will do that to. Do you fucking get me? You might be my best friend, but she is my sister and I will protect her from you,” he said.
“You stand tall and mighty now, yet I did not come in your way when you went for Diane and Shelly. I might not be a saint, but you aren't either, Jackson. I fuck, and you do the same to ladies as well. I didn't stop you from having the girl you want, and now you are saint and wanting to protect your sister?” I said.
We are best friends for a reason. I knew all his shit, and he knew mine. He was no saint, and his resistance was absurd. “So you still fucking care about Diane,” he said.
I chuckled at how he was trying to spin this around. “Stay away from my fucking sister, Arthur. Sierra is not for you, and I will not stand idly by while you fuck and dump my sister with your lies. If you repeat this, you will not like what I do to you,” he threatened and walked back into the house, slamming the front door as he did so.
He was trying to rile me up. He wanted to scare me off, but I did not give a fuck about his threat. Sierra was mine, and I would not rest until I had her. I could hear them arguing upstairs, and I didn't plan to intervene until I heard Sierra scream. “Get the fuck out!” she said, and a glass crashed, followed by her screaming.