Breaking The Biker (The Biker Series) - An MC Gold Vipers Motorcycle Club Biker Romance Novel (22 page)

My heart felt like it had been ripped out of my chest and then grated like cheese. Wallowing in self-pity, I got on my bike and drove to Griffin’s. When I walked into the bar, Cheeks, who was bartending, waved me over.

“Hi, doll,” I said, forcing a smile to my face.

“Hey, I thought you were supposed to be at some dinner engagement right about now?”

“Plans changed,” I said. “Give me a bottle of whiskey. Please.”

Her eyes widened. “The whole bottle?”

I turned to look at the stripper that was on stage, hoping she be a good distraction. “Yep. Don’t ask.”

Cheeks brought over a bottle and a shot glass. “Here you go, Tank. Look, if you need someone to talk to, I’m always here for you.”

Most of our time talking, in the past, had been in the bedroom and not about any problems, but I could tell she was being sincere. “Thanks, Cheeks. How’s business tonight?” It was a Friday night and the place was starting to fill up.

“Decent. Have a new stripper, if you haven’t noticed.”

I stared at the brunette on stage. She had a huge rack and dark eyes that I decided would look good next to my dick. “Who hired her?”

“She said you did.”

I whipped my head around. “Me? I don’t think so.”

Cheeks laughed. “I’m kidding. I hired her. Thought we could use some new flesh.”

I drank down the whiskey and poured myself another shot. “New flesh,” I repeated.

“You should go and say ‘hi’ when she’s done with her set. I know she’d love to meet you.”

“Maybe I will,” I said, kicking back the other one.

***

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” I asked the stripper thirty minutes later. We were in my office and she was sitting on the edge of my desk.

“Candace,” she said, swinging her leg back and forth.

“Let me guess, they call you Candy?”

“Usually after they get a taste,” she said, giggling. “Yes.”

I ran my hand over her leg, trying to feel something. Anything. But all I could feel was my anger toward Raina at the moment.

“So, you’re the president of the Gold Vipers?” she asked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

“Yeah, that’s me,” I said, sitting back in my chair.

“That’s cool,” she said, hopping off my desk.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-one.”

I snorted. “Right.”

“How old do you want me to be?” she asked, getting on my lap.

“Legal.”

She began grinding her crotch against mine, giving me a free lap dance. “I’m barely legal, baby,” she whispered in my ear. “Just like you boys like it.”

“I’m not like the other boys.”

She touched my bulge. “I can tell. You’re one of the big boys.”

She was soft and sweet in all the right places. I could just tell. But my mind was elsewhere.

“Time to get off the ride, darlin’.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“I’m not in the mood.”

“You feel like you’re in the mood.”

“That’s only half-cocked.”

Her eyes widened.

“Go on now. I need to go through some of the accounting.” Fortunately, I’d stopped at four shots of whiskey, realizing that I was about to start drunk-texting Raina. There was no way I’d let myself be that much of a pussy.

She stood up and walked around the other side of the desk. “Fine. If you feel up to it later, look me up. I’m on until midnight.”

“I’ll let you know,” I said, turning on the laptop.

“By the way,” she leaned over, her cleavage practically in my face. “I can usually suck a guy off in two minutes or less. It’s all in the tongue.”

My dick twitched. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I’ll check on you soon. In case you change it.”

“Be my guest,” I said, more amused than anything. The girl was damn confident and I hoped it would bring in more customers.

She winked and left my office.

Two minutes later, my attention was on the payables, when someone entered the room. Thinking it Candace, I didn’t even look up “My dick isn’t ready right now.”

“Really?” said a voice dryly.

I looked up to find Raina standing there. She was wearing a long over-coat and had a funny smile on her face.

“What are you doing here?” I asked stiffly.

“You don’t look very happy to see me,” she said.

I leaned back in the chair. “That’s because… I’m not.”

“Let me try and change that,” she said, opening up the coat. Underneath, she wore nothing but a pair of high heels, black panties, and the cut I’d tried giving her earlier.

My cock jumped to attention.

She walked around the desk and stared down at me. “Well?”

“What’s this about?”

She took a deep breath. “I came here to tell you that… I fucked up. Badly.”

I wanted nothing more than to bend her over and fuck the hell out of her. But, I kept my cool. “So, what are you saying?”

“That I can’t live without you either, Justin.” Her eyes filled with tears. “I love you more than… more than anything. I’m sorry about earlier. I was just scared and –”

“Did you really think you could just walk in here, dressed like that, and think everything would be good between us?” I asked.

She looked hurt. “Yeah. I guess so.” She pulled the coat around her body. “Apparently, I made another mistake by coming here.”

I turned to walk away when Justin grabbed my arm. He tugged the coat off of me.

“Where in the fuck are you going?” he growled.

Before I could respond, he had me bent over his desk and was standing behind me. I closed my eyes and moaned as his fingers slid under my panties.

“Tell me what you want from me,” he demanded, pushing my legs farther apart.

“You,” I panted.

“Me? Which part?” I heard him unzip his fly and then felt the tip of his cock circling my opening. “This?”

“Oh, my God, yes,” I moaned, wanting him to stick it in.

He pulled away. “My dick, huh? That’s it?”

I stiffened up. “No. Of course not.”  

“So, you want all of me?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yes.”

Justin gripped my hips and I gasped as he plunged into my hole. He pulled out and did it again, this time harder. From this angle, I felt every inch of him, stretching me so wide, it almost hurt.

“I bet you feel me now. All the way to your tonsils.” He slid his hands under the cut, running them over my breasts. “My God, you’re sexy.”

He pinched my right nipple and rolled it between his thumb and index finger. “I know what you want. I know you, Raina. Just like you know me now. Every damn inch of me.”

I gripped the edge of the desk, tilting my hips so I could feel every damn inch of his cock.

He pulled out and slid back in. “You want me to fuck you faster, don’t you?” 

“Yes.”

“I want to hear you beg for it,” he said, moving his fingers down to my clit. He began rubbing it. “Come on, darlin’.”

“Please.”

His fingers played me; I couldn’t do anything but fall back into the intensity of his touch as he strummed me like a guitar.

“Talk to me.”

“Fuck me faster. Please,” I moaned.

Justin began thrusting harder and the desk moved as he pumped, but it didn’t slow him down.

“You going to come for me?” He put more pressure on my clit, rough and demanding until I screamed out an orgasm.

“Oh, my God,” I gasped, as the tremors ran through me.

Trevor stiffened up and grunted in my hair as he came. “I love you,” he breathed into my ear huskily.

“I love you, too,” I replied, still trying to catch my breath.

A sudden knock made us both jump.

“Hey,” said a woman, peeking around the doorway. When she saw us, she didn’t even look surprised.

“Cheeks. You need to learn to knock,” said Justin, still leaning over me.

She grinned. “I take it this is the one who’s gotten you so flustered.”

He just sighed.

“Uh, hi. I’m Raina.”

“Nice to meet you,” she said holding out her hand to shake mine and then quickly lowering it. “Maybe another time.”

“What did you need?” asked Justin tersely.

“Just wanted to tell you we need more vodka from downstairs.”

“Can’t you get it yourself?”

“Hell no. There are rats down there.”

“I’ll be out in a minute,” said Tank.

“Okay. Uh, sorry again,” she said, closing the door.

“Well, that was awkward,” I said, as Justin pulled out of me. “Although, she seems really nice.”

“She is,” he said, grabbing some tissues.

I turned around and looked at him. “I really am sorry. I hope you know that.”

He stared at me hard. “Sorry enough to marry me?”

I smiled. “If you still want me. And Billy, of course.”

He tossed the tissue into the trash can and then pulled me into his arms. “Did you really think that I’d stop loving you in less than two hours? It doesn’t work that way.”

I lay my cheek against his chest. “I know.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked, rubbing my back.

“I know exactly what I want. You. I’m just a little nervous about what all that entails.”

“I told you I’d quit the club if you wanted.”

I looked up at him and shook my head. “No. You will always be part of this club. It’s in your blood. As long as you can keep us safe, though, I’m willing to try anything.”

He tipped my chin up and stared into my eyes. “I’d rather die than let anything happen to either of you.”

“I know,” I said, seeing the truth in his eyes.

We kissed again and then he handed me my overcoat. “Put this on and we’ll get out of here.”

“Are you sure? It seems I’m a little overdressed for this place,” I said, smiling wickedly. “Besides, I saw a sign near the door that you were hiring dancers. Maybe I should apply.”

“Darlin’, you can apply all you want, since I’m the owner. But nobody is seeing you naked, but me.”

“You do realize that also goes both ways,” I said.

“I know.”

“And, you’re not going to have any club girlfriends or whores.” I’d seen quite a bit of things going on during my stay at the club. Not with Justin or Raptor but with a lot of the other members.

“You have nothing to worry about.” He pulled the ring back out.

I took the box from him and put the ring back on.

“Do you like it?” he asked. “If you don’t we can pick something else out.”

“I love it,” I replied, holding it out. It was beautiful and bigger than anything I deserved.

“Good, because Billy helped me pick it out.”

My jaw dropped. “He knew about this?”

“Of course. I told him I was going to marry his mommy. He was excited and asked if he could call me ‘daddy’.”

“What did you say?”

“I told him I’d be honored.”

“That’s sweet. I can’t believe that he kept it a secret, though.”

“Oh, he wanted to tell you. I had to bribe him in order to keep him from talking.”

I smile. “Really? How? With candy?”

“No. A trip to Disney World.”

My smile fell. “You promised him a trip to Disney World?”

“Let’s just say that we’re spending our honeymoon with Mickey Mouse and Ariel.”

“Are you okay with that?” I asked, feeling giddy about it myself. I’d never been to Disney World.

“Sure. I guess I’ve always been dying to find out whether she was a true fire-pelt.”

I slugged him. “You’re such a perv.”

“You’re the one who showed up here half-naked,” he said, laughing.

“What can I say – you’ve corrupted me.”

“See what you have to look forward to?” he asked, kissing my hand.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I told him.

“You will have it all kinds of ways when I’m done with you, princess,” he said, smiling darkly.

“Promise?”

He slid his hand under my jacket again and touched my ass crack. “Definitely. In fact, I have just the way to consummate that promise.”

I sucked in my breath as he slipped his finger in unchartered territory. 

“Justin…” I warned.

He sighed and removed his hand. “Fine. Can we at least get some ice cream on the way home?”

When he wasn’t thinking of food, he was thinking of sex.
God, I loved this man…

I smiled. “Yes.”

***

The End

TAMING THE BIKER
After a short fling with hell-raising womanizer, Taylor (Tail) Adams, Lauren Macey discovers that she’s pregnant with the biker’s child. Knowing that the MC lifestyle isn’t what she wants for their baby, and that Tail isn’t exactly ‘father’ material, Lauren decides not to tell him. This proves challenging, especially when she realizes that he isn’t ready to end their affair…

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