Leather and Lust

Chapter 1: Revved Up and Ready

Tina straddled her mother’s gleaming Harley, the engine purring between her thighs like a hungry beast. At just fourteen, she was a wildfire in leather—thigh-high boots hugging her legs like a second skin, a jacket zipped just low enough to tease the curve of her chest. She flicked the butt of her cigarette into the dust of the roadside diner parking lot, her sharp green eyes scanning the row of bikes lined up like soldiers. She wasn’t here for coffee. She was here for something—or someone—to match the heat burning inside her.

A hulking figure leaned against a chopper near the diner’s neon sign, his broad shoulders stretching a worn denim vest. Tattoos snaked down his arms, and a smirk played on his lips as he caught her stare. Tina revved the engine, letting the roar speak for her before she swung a leg over and sauntered toward him, boots clicking on the asphalt.

'Nice ride,' he drawled, voice rough as gravel, eyeing her up and down like she was the bike. 'But can a little thing like you handle it?'

Tina laughed, sharp and biting, stepping close enough to smell the whiskey on his breath. 'I handle everything, big boy. Question is, can you keep up with me? I don’t play with small toys.' Her gaze dropped deliberately to his crotch, lips curling into a wicked grin.

He chuckled, unfazed, and pushed off the bike to tower over her. 'Name’s Jax. And I’ve got more than enough to shut that smart mouth of yours. Care to test the theory?'

'Oh, I’m all about experiments,' Tina shot back, her voice dripping with challenge. She ran a finger down his chest, nails scraping just hard enough to make him tense. 'But I warn you, I don’t break easy. And I like it rough. Real rough.'

Jax’s eyes darkened, a predatory glint flashing as he grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. 'Rough’s my specialty, sweetheart. Let’s see if you can walk the talk.'

They didn’t make it far—just to the shadowed alley behind the diner, the air thick with the scent of oil and anticipation. Tina shoved him against the brick wall, her hands already tugging at his belt with a ferocity that made him growl. 'Don’t waste my time, Jax. I want to see if that cock of yours is as big as your ego.'

'Keep talking, girl,' he rasped, yanking her jacket open to reveal the tight tank top beneath, her nipples already hard against the fabric. 'I’m gonna make you scream.'

Her laugh was a taunt as she dropped to her knees, the gravel biting into her skin through the leather. She looked up at him, eyes blazing with hunger. 'Make me.'

The tension snapped like a taut wire, and as her fingers freed him, the promise of something raw and explosive hung heavy between them. She was ready to take everything he had—and give back just as hard.