Falling For The Biker - Chapter 78: Chapter 78

Sierra’s POV
I held Arthur tighter as we rode through the streets of the village. I was so distracted with Maria and Yvonne; I did not pay attention to how fast we rode. When they were no longer in sight, my brain finally registered it.
The buildings disappeared in seconds. I could see how much attention this brought to Arthur. I have seen him ride, and he has always been breathtaking. I looked up at his head, that was perfectly covered with the helmet he had on.
I dropped my head, my cheeks burning red at the thought that filled my head. I held him close, loving the feel of having my arms around him. With my thoughts swirling around, the man that rode the bike, the speed at how we moved, seemed insignificant.
With each mile we ran, I felt more and more comfortable. Slowly, I let go of his body. Arthur grabbed my hand just before it left his abdomen. “Careful, Sierra,” Arthur yelled due to the noise around us.
However, that did not stop me. “I will,” I told him, taking off my helmet.
Dangerous, but I didn’t mind. I placed both hands on Arthur’s shoulders as I lifted myself up a bit. Arthur slowed down. “Don’t. Keep going,” I told him.
“But…” he paused and fired up once again, although considerably slower than before.
I had no complaints. I let the snow fall on me; the wind making me feel alive again. It has only been a few hours since I decided to embrace this, and I felt ten times lighter. I could barely remember what it felt like to be this alive with no worries about being judged.
I noticed a few people’s stares, but I did not pry into them. It didn’t matter. Not now anyway. I stared down at the man controlling the wheels and a bright smile spread across my lips, my heart speeding with something I was well aware of.
I shut my eyes, letting the chilling air go through my hair, my hands tight on Arthur’s shoulders. Minutes went by and the bike came to an abrupt halt. I blinked my eyes open as Arthur took off his helmet.
He had stopped in a clearing with barely no one around. His hands came to my waist, pulling me in as his lips came crashing down on mine. I could not resist. His fingers roamed my body, the feel so delicate through the not so thick fabric I had on.
“I cannot resist you in this, Sierra,” he muttered in between our kiss.
His fingers slipped into my shirt but could barely reach where it ached the most. With one swoop, he lifted me off the bike. I wrapped my legs around his waist, our lips still intertwined.
We pulled away, our chest rising and falling to bring air back into our lungs. The lust in his eyes matched mine perfectly, and I felt my core pulse with need. Arthur helped me back on the bike as he hopped in front, disregarding the helmet.
We rode for five minutes and we were back in his underground garage. “How?” I asked, staring around in bewilderment.
“I chose a good spot,” Arthur said, leading me into the house.
The moment the door shut behind us, his lips crashed on mine again. I pulled his shirt over his head. My fingers trailed his ripped abs. He nibbled on my ears, his lips finding my sweet spot by my neck.
I shuddered in pleasure, shutting my eyes. He picked me up, leading me to his room. Our clothes were soon off and discarded on the floor. He was gentle, yet needy for me. His hands, lips and his erection knew how best to get me to sky nine in minutes.
I didn’t make any mistake trying to use him to forget about everything. He was the perfect person to help me through this. Once we were filled, we laid side by side on the bed, hands on each other’s.
Arthur laid on his side, his arms acting as a wedge as he tucked some strands of my hair behind my ear with his eyes boring into me with gentleness. His lips came down on mine, this time slow and irresistible.
“What would you like to eat?” he asked, pulling away.
“Surprise me,” I teased with a smile.
He got off the bed, his bare buttocks the first of what came to my view. My cheeks burnt red. He shamelessly turned around, revealing his dick. The very one that has brought so much ecstasy to me.
I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. “You can stare at long as you like,” Arthur said, making me bring my eyes to his.
A smirk played on his lips before he began putting on some clothes. There was a small tug in my mind that hated that. It was shameless, and it seemed I was growing more of that with each second I spent with Arthur.
He leaned in and kissed me once more. “Put on a shirt of mine,” he said.
“Why?” I asked.
“For fun,” he winked and got out of the room.
I stared at the door for a moment. With a quick bath, I strolled to his walk-in closet, completely disregarding my set of clothes. I found a large tee and put them on. They were just a few inches away from my knees.
I smiled, staring at my face. Aside from the lack of dark circles, there was something else in my eyes. Something I thought I could never have again. Since the beginning of the year, I have felt less and less myself.
It seemed I made the right decision to come back home. The feel felt soothing. I heard the front door open, and I fixed my hair before heading out of the room. With slow strides, I walked down the stairs and froze just when I walked into the living room.
My heart dropped and in seconds, I found my way upstairs.