Hearts on Fire: A Biker Erotic Romance (2 page)

Annie's heels plunged into the mattress. She used her thighs to get away from his devouring attention. Her attempt had no effect at all. Manny was simply too strong. Now that she submitted to him and acknowledged his claim, there was no getting away. Last call was a long time ago.

The more she fought to get away, the more he seemed to enjoy the struggle. When he finally let her climax crash down on her, a profound release washed through her. Whatever stress still clung to her soul was swept away.

As she lay panting, her abs quivered with aftershocks. She was aware that only Manny remained. No other claim on her existed. Nothing else could touch her. Not while she belonged to him.

While she trembled from her release, Manny spread her thighs open. Then, he brought the head of his cock towards her opening. She wasn't ready, yet. Shaking her head wildly, she opened her mouth to plead for clemency.

When she first saw his aroused cock, she was very pleased with its size. It was intimidatingly larger than any of her previous lovers’. She was aroused simply looking at it. As he pressed it into her, his width stretched her open. She doubted her ability to take him fully inside her.

She initially climaxed when he stretched her open and entered into her. She bucked and twisted. As she did so, Manny continued to press into her. At last, she was writhing uncontrollably around his cock.

"Fuck, Manny! Oh, God! Fucking take me! I'm yours! Jesus!" she heard herself cry.

Amazed by her verbal cries of submission, she strove to back them up with her body. Annie gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs across his lower back. Then, she forced herself to stretch and spread enough to take him with a frenzy that frightened her.

"Holy shit!" Manny expelled with surprise and deep pleasure.

The excitement in his voice drove her to higher extremes of fervency, "I'm yours! I've always been yours! Fuck me, Manny! Please!"

With his cock fully inside of her, she ground her hips around him. She loved the fullness and exotic pleasure. When she saw lust filling his eyes, she understood the level of pleasure she gave him. That knowledge sent her over the edge and into another climax. "Fuck me!" she begged. Then, her convulsions turned her words into animal-like noises.

With deliberate, powerful strokes, Manny pulled his hips back and plunged them forward, again. As his hips smacked into her, his driving force astounded her.

Annie, in a moment of clarity, wondered at the wisdom of inciting a man like this into action. She flashed back to the way he held her as he ate her pussy. She thought of how he kept her from breaking away from him after her first orgasm. She reflected on how her screams and struggles only brought him more pleasure. Now, he had her in his full embrace. His intimidating cock was buried inside of her, stroking her. Willingly or not, she was about to get fucked, hard. Should she really encourage him?

Her answer came from the deep within her soul. She felt an overwhelming sense that she belonged to him. She was proud that he claimed her.

Her hips thrust against his. The muscles inside her pussy squeezed and massaged his arousal. She not only encouraged him, she demanded him to use her as he willed.

Manny's lust for her doubled. She saw it and felt it in the surging power of his muscles. He came unbound, fully unrestrained. "Oh fuck, Annie!" he cried. Then, he began to hammer into her.

He rode her hard. His primal power drove him with an animal-like urgency. She rode him back with a frenzy that bordered on insane. She screamed in defiance and pride when his rhythm faltered and his body convulsed. Then, his climax took him. His hips ground her into the mattress, as he buried himself into her. Finally, he collapsed into her arms.

Her body continued to fuck his cock for long moments, as the convulsions from her own orgasm washed through her. With a groan, he pushed off of her. Then, he rested beside her.

She crawled up and lay across his chest, kissing and licking. She ran her hands down his body and across his abs. As she soothed his spasms, she made happy sounds deep in her throat.

"Holy fucking shit," he breathed. The sound of his satisfaction made her purr.

Gathering her in his arms, he absentmindedly rubbed her down. He calmed her own exhilarations with each touch.

They lay together for nearly thirty minutes. He stared at something between the bed and the ceiling and she studied his face. Then, she slid her hand down past his abs and took hold of his semi-flaccid cock. She lovingly stroked it back to life. His full arousal came surprisingly quick. By the astonished look in his eyes, it surprised him, as well.

"My turn," she told him. Then, she lowered herself and took him in her mouth.

"Seriously?" he moaned.

"Hmm," she purred.

CHAPTER TWO

Manny Decker, a full member of the Fire Devils Motorcycle Club, woke to sunlight filling his bedroom. It was later than the normal time he woke up. Even on hard party nights, he was usually up and out of the house by now. Checking the time on his radio clock, he discovered that it was after nine o'clock. Normally, the filly he brought home the night would be out of the house and he’d be well into his day.

He didn't feel like moving Annie anywhere.

"Annie," he murmured, as he tried her name out with the new day. Sometimes, he couldn't even recall the name of the woman he brought home the night before. Yeah, it was rude and callous, but it was true. He never promised them anything, but a good time. He always made good on that promise. A new day was a new day. Time to experience new things, new ways, and a new woman.

So, why was Annie still sleeping peacefully in his bed? Why was he still lying in bed with her and not heading for the shower?

On the surface, those appeared to be simple questions. Manny shied away from them. He felt something deep and profound hovering there. He wasn't all that comfortable with the deep or the profound.

She was beautiful, he mused. He let his eyes enjoy her red hair, smooth skin, and perfect curves. He had invited
beautiful
to his bed before though. Plenty of beautiful. Alright, maybe not quite this beautiful, but close, real close. Annie wasn't here based solely on her looks.

Last night was good, too. As he thought about last night, his hips jerked slightly with a memory-spasm of climax.

The jerk gripped his attention. It put things into perspective. So alright, no denial, it was good. Very good. Amazing even. Maybe he was letting her sleep a little longer for the ride she gave.

Even before that thought was complete, he knew it wasn't the answer. He was suddenly very certain that if he chose to make light of it, he was going to regret it. Regret it for longer than he had years.

This was a crossroads. The type of crossroads that people sung songs about; usually, sad songs. It was one of those moments where playing it cool was only going to bring serious pain.

Shit.

Nine o'clock turned into nine-thirty, as he lay next to Annie. He still didn't want to move away from her. He didn't know what to do once he was out of bed. Normally, he drove the woman out into the day. Then, he carried on with his.

Should he take her to breakfast?

Did she have a kid to get home to?

No, no kid.

He went through what he knew about Annie from talking to her last night. She owned a print shop up on University Avenue.
Annie's Printing
. He knew the place, it wasn't far from here.

Her brother, couldn't recall the name, was living with her. Brad? Tad? Chad? That was it -- her brother's name was Chad. She didn't talk much about him. There was some sort of trouble there, but she didn't want to bring it into their conversation.

Also, her dad was living with her. Again, she didn't go into details there, either. There was something more than just trouble in her eyes when she mentioned her dad. He remembered her shutting down hard when he tried to get her to talk about it. It was something serious. Manny was certain of that.

As his mind brought up the bits and pieces from last night, he came up with the picture of a woman dealing with some serious problems in her life. A woman who escaped for an evening to get away from them. She would be back to real life this morning. Serious life. Probably even hard life.

Manny wasn't into having a hard life. Not at all. Serious was for other people, too. Manny worked hard and played hard. Everything else was someone else's business.

It wasn't that he was unreliable. He was reliable,
dead certain
reliable. If a brother in the Fire Devils called, he didn't hesitate to come running. When he took on a responsibility, he took it on completely. Which was
exactly
why he didn't do that very often. He liked his life. Hell, he
loved
his life. If something was going to impede on his lifestyle, it was going to have to be something very important to him.

His eyes drifted back to Annie with her red hair, light skin, and perfect curves. She was sleeping soundly, but she had hard life to wake to.

Was she very important?

Before he could approach that terrifying ledge, Annie's eyes opened.

She looked around, a bit confused for a moment. Then, her eyes locked on him. She blinked. He was about to give her a smile, before she said, "Shit."

Annie bolted out of the bed, like she had been electrocuted in the ass. It was so fast and so sudden. Manny was still reeling on the terrifying ledge of commitment. He wasn't able to react right away. Annie snatched up her panties and blue jeans. She hurried from the bedroom before he could roll out of bed to follow.

"Hey!" he said, as he attempted to grab her attention. She moved her long legs and perfect ass down the hall. She was gaining speed, too.

Manny tumbled out of bed and snatched up his own jeans. With desperation, he shoved his legs into his jeans, as he tried to chase after her. By the time he reached the dining room, he found her by the front door. Her jeans were already on and she was shrugging into her blouse like the house was on fire.

"Hey," he tried again. "What's the rush? I thought I would take you to breakfast?"

She looked at him with shocked eyes. Then, she laughed. It wasn't a humorous laugh, either. It was like she was shocked by the obscurity of what he said. It was as if he said something so bizarre, it was disturbing.

Finished with the blouse, she forced on her shoes. She still held her bra in her hand. "Look big guy," she said, as that laugh still churned in her throat, "we're both adults. We both know it was Friday night and it was good. Really good. It was fucking amazing. It's Saturday morning, now. Time to wake up to reality. Fantasy Friday is over. I’ve got to go. As much as I would like Friday night to keep going, I have a life to get back to. Real life."

She had her heels on now. She looked around. Manny was about to tell to brush off her
real life
. An inexplicable anger rolled up inside him. It wasn’t something he was used to feeling. Suddenly, she commanded, "Purse!"

The command in her voice compelled him to look around the room in response. Then, his gaze locked on her purse, as it sat next to the over-stuffed chair. She saw his attention focus and shifted to follow his gaze. Seeing the purse, she snatched it up. Then, she was out the door.

"Wait a minute!" Manny grumbled, as he took off after her.

Manny got outside in time to see her open the driver's door of her car. She chucked her purse inside to the passenger seat. "Annie!"

She stopped and turned. Confusion crossed her face, "What!"

Her stance was defiant, nearly aggressive; but, her eyes were large, open, and something else. Imploring?

Manny froze. Here it was. The moment. His whole body was caught somewhere between paralysis and adrenaline. He knew what to say. He was good with words and people. Always had been. He spent his whole life having a good time, for the most part. He spread cheer to the people around him. Not that there weren't hard times, too; but, even then, his personality lightened the load. He faced hard times like he faced good times – with his head on, arms open, and a smile on his face.

It was just a word that she needed to hear right now. A single word and he knew what it was. Her eyes told him she would believe him, too. She wanted to believe him. In fact, she was desperate to believe him. If he would just say it, she would do the rest. They could go back in the house, talk, and probably spend a few more blissful hours in the bedroom. From there they would work it out, together. Just say the word.

Manny hesitated. His throat felt caught in a vice. Commitment rushed up at him.

"Right," she said. Her voice was calm. The type of calm that comes with disappointment. She got in her car.

The engine started and snapped Manny out of his paralysis. He started moving forward on stiff legs, as her car backed out of his drive. Painfully, he watched as her car shifted forward and accelerated down the street.

"Please," Manny breathed belatedly. Her car turned the corner and Annie was gone. It was too late, but that didn't keep his heart from riding right off that ledge. Only now there was nothing after, just emptiness.