Harley
“Your boyfriend is a fool?” Mikayla comes out of the changing room.This is only the second wedding dress she’s tried on and I’m already over it. Thank the coffee Gods for my triple shot Americano and this soft plush sofa.I’d just filled Mikayla in on my date with John and my interaction with the Grumpy Viking afterwards. She steps up on the little platform in front of the giant gilded mirrors and twirls around.“No, you gotta do the eyebrows, like this.” I exaggeratedly furrow my brows, “And the Scandinavian Christian Bale Batman voice like this; your boyfriend is a fool.”Mikayla glances at me in the mirror’s reflection. “Do you like him?”“Meh.” I wiggle my hand in the air, like I could go either way.“Not John, the dishwasher.”“He’s hot, but I don’t really know him. Plus, he always looks like he’s about to strangle a puppy, as in, all the puppies are getting strangled.” I take a sip of my coErik Jack shows me his plans for his café. The architect did a decent job. Restaurants and cafés aren’t my specialty, but I strongly suggested one of the walls be removed. After putting a few holes in the walls, we look inside and find it’s a load bearing wall. As I start calculating the beam strength required to hold up the roof from caving in I hear a loud motorbike pull up out front. The female ridder catches my eye. I’d recognize that body anywhere, I see it often enough in my dreams. Harley dismounts her bike and removes her helmet. Christ, she’s going to kill me in that leather get up. I watch her bend over to look at something on her bike. "Fuuuck!” She comes inside clearly unhappy about something. “Hey Jack!” Harley notices me watching her. She stops in her tracks. "I didn’t know you’d be here. Why are you so dirty?” I look at my shirt and realize I’m covered in debris from our little demolition session. “I was help
Harley I stick as much of my body as I can into the freezer. Holy shit, what is this man doing to me? I couldn’t keep my eyes off him and his muscular arms as he rolled my bike all the way to my place. It’s not heavy by any means, I never ride a bike I can’t pick up on my own in case it tips, and I’ve pushed it up that hill more than once, but he doesn’t need to know that. Those arms, dripping with sweat, and when he poured that water on his face, let’s just say he wasn’t the only one getting wet in that moment. I can’t hide in here forever. I grab some lemonades from the fridge and return to the garage to find Erik sitting on the work bench. He thanks me when I hand him the lemonade and I thought I felt Eriks finger linger on my hand a little longer than necessary. I put it down to my imagination playing tricks on me. I feel his gaze on me as I grab a screwdriver and start to remove the old fuel hose from the Ducati. “Mayb
Harley When I arrive at the bar everyone’s already there at our usual spot, all except for John, which I’m a little grateful for. When they finally spot me, everyone raises their glasses and cheer. Ahh, my friends. I catch Erik watching me as I sit. Damn he looks hot. Ripped bleached jeans and a white t shirt stretched across his chest. Wow, he’s braided his hair into one long braid. Modern day Viking right there. “Bitch, you’re late!” Vanessa shouts slamming down a bunch of bills. “This week’s swear jar, three hundred and fifty bucks Harley. It’s a new record.” “Must have been one hell of a week.” Sam mutters into her long island iced tea as she looks from me to Erik. Jack stands up and takes my hand. “Let’s get you drink so you can catch up.” He grabs the wad of cash, and drags me to the bar. When we get there, he puts on his serious face. "Okay, spill.” “Spill what?” “What happened with you
Erik I step out of the pub for some air and mentally reprimand myself for tempting Harley away from John. What the fuck am I doing?! She has a boyfriend. I need to hit something. “Erik?” The blonde girl from earlier looks up at me. I don’t remember her name; I don’t care what her name is. Maybe a night with her might cure me of this Harley obsession. Fuck, I’m an asshole. After today’s incident on the motorcycle, I highly doubt anyone else will placate my appetite. I wanted to take her then and there. Slip my hand down into her, pull her head back and sink my tongue into her mouth. I’m getting hard just thinking about it. I was so broken after Klara’s betrayal I pushed away any woman that came near me. I was going to wait until I found someone worthy. I know Harley was tempted, I felt her want to kiss me just now, but she didn’t, and I respect her for her loyalty. It makes me want her more, and we always want what we can’t have.
Harley Well, this certainly is unexpected occurrence of events. I tried to get in and out of here quickly and quietly, but I guess my ninja skills are rubbish compared to the grumpy Viking. And now I’m on Erik’s bed, watching him search for music to play on his laptop, about to get high as a kite with him. I ogle him in his sleeping attire while he’s distracted. Simple loose pants and a white t-shirt; probably the most casual I’ve seen him. He almost looks like an approachable human being. Except for those giant biceps, goddamn, if this is what architects look like in Norway then I am clearly living in the wrong neck of the woods. I chuckle and he looks over at me somewhat amused. He presses play and the room fills with chill lo-fi beats. “Is this okay?” “Perfect.” Erik comes over and makes himself comfortable on the bed, leaning back on a whole bunch of cushions I’ve never seen before. "What kind of music do you like?” He asks putting a fluff
Erik I watched her sleep until I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I kept thinking about how wrong I was about her when I assumed she was just another vulgar woman in nice wrapping. Harley is so eclectic in her tastes and able to have discussions on almost any topic it’s such a turn on, and she asks interesting questions that lead to exciting trains of thoughts. Maybe it was the pot, maybe it was just her. When I wake up the next morning, Harley is already gone, and my sheets smell like her. The entire week I try to give Harley space. I can’t allow myself to get tempted to cross that line again. It’s near impossible with her. The best way to put a dead end to this is to make her dislike me, and the easiest way to make a woman hate you? Ignore her. It almost hurts me to do it, but it’s for the best. Avoiding her is harder than I thought it would be. After work I leave as fast as possible. I found myself training at Harry’s Boxing Gym every night working o
Harley Okay, I’m utterly confused. And pissed, I’m fucking pissed. I thought he was into me, then he snubs me all week, and then that?! What the fuck was that?! I have no idea what Erik whispered into my ear, but it rattled the crap out of me. If he’s playing games, I’m out. I don’t do games. I don’t care how unbelievably hot, and smart, and charming he is, I won’t be someone’s plaything. After I got a cab home Sam and Vanessa came over for pre drinks. We sit at my kitchen island and I pour us all a margarita slushie from my blender. We have ten minutes before we are going to be officially late. “So, are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?” Vanessa watches me for any hint of a tell. “What elephant?” I feign ignorance. “Uh, the hot Viking eye fucking you all bloody week? Duh.” “Harley?” Sam eyes me. “Spill the tea girly.” I take a breath. “I’m going to break it off with John. I was hoping to do it last week, but I chicken
Erik I keep making the same mistake, over and over and I just did it again; I couldn’t keep myself away. I’m a fucking idiot, I tried the one thing I said I’d never do; tempt her away from her man. Now I’m marching home trying to get my head together. That moan Harley let out keeps playing over and over in my mind driving every drop of blood straight to my dick. It was the sexiest thing I ever heard. She didn’t mean to make it, I drew it out of her, and it drove me closer to the edge. Before they left their rooms, I had overheard Vanessa and Sam talking about their plans for the night: dancing, tequila, penis themed everything. Then they got to men and lap dancing my ears burned, and the longer they talked the more my jealousy consumed me. I couldn’t get it out of my head that maybe they’d be a bad influence on my Harley. I needed to keep an eye on her. Keep her out of trouble. That or if she did get into trouble, I’d make sure it was with me and not some gu