JAX: MC Biker Romance (New Adult Contemporary Bad Boy Romance) (34 page)

“I would take advantage of you… right now…”, she whispered seductively, causing a chill to roll up and down his spine. When she pulled away, she held a smile even more devilish than before. “That is, if you didn’t have somewhere to be tonight.”

“Hold that thought…,” he muttered; almost breathless by her actions. He wasn’t sure if she was fucking with him or not, but he was going to find out either way. He jogged past her, scurrying toward his phone, which was lying on his night stand and quickly shuffled through the contact list to find his VP’s number.

“Can’t make it tonight… food poisoning.” He held a smile the entire time, and she felt a breath catch in her throat. She hadn’t meant for it to go this far; she had partially be joking, but now that it was becoming a reality, she felt the heat inside of her ignite even more than it had; filling her to the brim and warming her completely.

She flushed and heatedly pounded over to him; her hand reaching out almost instantly as she approached. With one tug, she ripped off his towel, causing his mouth to fall open in surprise. “Eager much?” he laughed, but he didn’t wait for a response before capturing her lips in the most heated kiss either one had ever experienced.

This is what they’d both been waiting for so fucking long that neither could believe it. All the months of pent up arousal and attraction was culminating in this... this experience of animalistic urge as he tore away at her clothes.

He grabbed hold of her waist and slammed her against the nearest wall, causing air to pound out of her mouth along with a hearty moan. “I’m going to fuck you so good that you’re not walking tomorrow…”, he hissed.

She shuddered, believing every word. “Good thing I’m off tomorrow…”, she growled, thrusting her lips back to his, and dueling his tongue with hers for everything that they were worth. Their passion led to the bed; clothes scattered everywhere in their wake.

They wrapped themselves up in one another; neither of them fully believing what was happening. All they knew was that it felt good. He could think nothing more than how good she felt in his arms, and she could only revel in the fact that his flesh was so much softer than it had looked with his rigidly hard muscles rippled just underneath.

He steadied himself between her legs, and edged the tip of his cock into her moist center. She felt her back arch almost instinctively, as her swollen breasts flushed against his hard chest.

He plunged himself completely into her, and immediately, she felt her walls stretch to form around him. Sounds dripped from their tongues, as they could feel one another pulsate and spasm in ecstasy.

She clung to him for dear life, as he rolled his hips in a steady pace. The strokes were long, deep, and so fucking tender that she wasn’t sure what to even do. It felt out of body it was so good.

“This is what I’ve been fucking missing!” she screamed, breathlessly.

He couldn’t even respond. He felt the same, as her walls continued to squeeze and close in around him; her warmth pushing him closer and closer to climax. Her juices began to flow more profusely, surrounding him, heating him to the core as the friction increased.

Her hips finally caught his rhythm, and together, they picked up the pace before he pulled up her right, so that it was over his shoulder, allowing him to plunge deeper and deeper into her core. He felt himself getting close - and almost cursed because it felt too soon. He could only hope the same could be said for her, as he pounded into her almost relentlessly. Their moans mingled together and filled the room, and he knew that she was feeling it too. He dove deeper and harder with every thrust and she – and he – half wondered if she would be fucked completely in half. That is, until she found her eyes rolling to the back of her head, and her body beginning to convulse and spasm around him.

“Oh my God!” she screeched, as the waves crashed through her and she started convulsing around him.

“Fuck!” he growled. One final thrust was all that was needed before he completely exploded in ecstasy.

*****

The feeling of her stirring next to him pulled him out of sleep's warm embrace, and his eyes fluttered open. The world around him was blurry, as he tried to adjust to the light that was shining ferociously through the bedroom window. He could faintly make out the body lying next to him, but she was silhouetted by the glowing embers of light.

He blinked the tiredness away, and squinted before turning over on his side to face her, the warm duvet falling off of his shoulders. He smiled, looking at her face for the first time since they’d fallen asleep the night before. He couldn’t believe it.

Michelle.

A woman he had found sleeping in a car outside of his house was the first woman he had actually spent an entire night with after sex. Not only that though, she was the first woman he actually wanted to spend an entire night with.

She was his best friend, and now he could only hope she would stay his lover. He could only hope that she felt the exact same way. She was good for him. He knew that she was. She was changing him. She was doing what all the others before her had tried and failed at. She was making him a better man.

He smiled. Maybe that was the problem all along. Maybe he hadn’t found anyone worth changing for before Michelle. Maybe his job was always more important, and women just didn’t mean enough to him because they all weren’t right for him. Maybe the women before weren’t what he needed. Maybe it was Michelle all along.

Her eyes blinked open. “Quit staring at me, you weirdo…” she mumbled before nuzzling back into her pillow and closing her eyes all over again.

He laughed. “I swear I wasn’t looking at you very long!”

She smirked. “Liar.”

“You know, I’ve learned so much about being a good person from you…” he sighed. Her eyes opened to look at him.

She smiled, tenderly. “Is this where you’re going to suddenly start being romantic?” She pulled her arm up and rested her head in her palm, as she leaned against her elbow.

“You make me want to be that way.” He turned on his back, unable to look at her directly before spilling everything he was feeling. “I honestly don’t want to live without you. I’ve never felt that way about anyone else.”

“You won’t,” she whispered. “I mean, you’re pretty much the only chance I have at having shelter.”

He laughed at her joke, blocking the tears that he knew were starting to well up in the brim of his eyes. “I’m serious.

“I am too – about the fact that you won’t have to live without me. I don’t just sleep around. I made my decision about wanting to try and make this work somewhere between you making the phone call to your VP and me ripping your towel off.”

She threw her arm over his chest and cuddled close to him; still resting on her hand and propping herself up with her elbow. “And, you were always a good person. Maybe you just needed someone to give the oomph to show it.”

“Well, you definitely did that,” he chuckled, turning to face her again.

He never realized what he was missing in his life until Michelle came along. She had touched his life so much that he knew there was no way in hell that he was ever going to let himself go back to the way that he was before. He nuzzled in close and threw his arm around her; their bodies intertwining as he held her close, refusing to ever let her go.

The End

Bonus - Taken

Damn, fresh air had never smelled so good. Even with the acrid fog that lay low over the area due to the nearby highway, I still had never smelled anything sweeter. The New Mexico air was too hot and too dry, but I barely felt it. Outside of my jumpsuit, I was a different man.

I spotted Sergei in the parking lot waiting for me. He looked exactly the same as when I last saw him; half his face taken up by a gap-toothed smile. He was a slender, but tall man who was often underestimated. Underestimating Sergei Blotnikov was a mistake that I had never made, but one that I highly enjoyed watching other people make.

“Khristos, did you get bigger?” he greeted, clapping me on the back in a hug. He smacked my bicep when we pulled apart. “You’re making me look bad.”

I ruffled his hair; something that only I was allowed to do, and fixed him with a jovial grin. “Either that or you got skinnier.”

His blue eyes lit up with mock outrage. “I came all the way here and you say these things?” He clutched his chest. “My heart breaks.”

We both laughed with the ease that we’d always felt in each other’s company. Sergei was the most cold-blooded, ruthless man I knew, but when it came to friends and family, he was a big sopping pile of mush. I’d always liked that about him.

“Your chariot awaits, my friend,” he said, gesturing to the silver Camaro off to our left.

I quirked an eyebrow at him. “Not really your style, Sergei.”

As we walked toward the car, he let out a bark of laughter, a grin enveloping his face once more. “Of course not,” he said. “But, I know it’s yours… a gift from the family… one of many.”

I grinned wryly, halting at the passenger side. “So, I can drive then?”

Sergei waggled a finger at me. “Absolutely not,” he chastised. “Your license is expired. It would be illegal!”

I laughed and slid into the leather seat. I had missed Sergei. I had missed freedom. But, had it been worth it? Absolutely.

“Did you keep my bike for me?” I asked. The car was nice, but it was a poor substitute for the feel of a thrumming engine between my legs and the wind on my face.

“Of course,” he said. “But, I wasn’t going to come and pick you up on it. I’ve got some dignity.” He flashed me a wink and I laughed.

“What’s new then, Serg?” I asked.

He turned the key and the engine revved to life. Oh yes, I was going to enjoy driving this car.

“Many, many things,” he said. “I’ve got lots of work for you if you’re available.”

I tensed. “I just got out,” I said. “You know that I’ve got things to deal with first.”

He nodded as he pulled out of the parking lot, fumbling in the console for his sunglasses. I smiled when he put them on; they were the same damn pair he was wearing three years ago.

“I know, I know,” he said. “It’s just so hard to get good help these days.” He tensed his jaw. “And fuck, we’ve been through a few bad ones recently.” His voice was ice. It might have sent a shiver through a weaker man. I’d seen him make men cry with that voice before.

But, I knew it wasn’t directed at me. “I’ll think about it,” I told him.

His jaw relaxed. “That’s all I ask.” He turned and gave me a wink. “How about some food, huh? Get you something better than meatloaf and mushy vegetables.”

My stomach rumbled. “Let’s just grab something quick on the way.”

Sergei turned onto the highway and gunned it, the engine purring as we sped along.

“On the way where?”

“Home,” I said. “To Mel.”

A strained look passed over Sergei’s face. “She moved, man.”

“Moved where?” I asked, trying not to let my irritation show in my voice.

“We’re not sure,” he said. “She stopped taking our money about a year ago. We can find her for you though, no problem.”

I nodded, trying to relax back into my seat. Why the hell would she stop taking their money? What kind of game was that girl playing out?

“We should take care of a few things first,” Sergei said. “Then, I’ll get you to your girl.”

Melanie

“She’s fine, Melanie,” Joan assured me. “It was just a scrape.”

I sighed and leaned back against the tree, letting its shade envelope me and shield me from the hot, midday sun. “I just worry.”

“I know,” she said, chuckling. “Like all first-time moms. I remember when Jonah first got a fever, I practically ran him to the emergency room. It’s okay though. Just try to relax so you can do your exam.”

“You’re right.” I ran my fingers against the rough bark of the tree, grounding myself. “You’re right. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye.”

I hung up the phone and tilted my head against the tree trunk, closing my eyes. I supposed that if my daughter having an owie was my biggest concern these days, then I wasn’t doing so bad. Things could be worse. Things had been worse.

“Yo, Christopher!” a shrill voice called.

I opened my eyes to see Alexa bounding toward me, and I donned the customary mock scowl at her using my last name. She thought it was funny to call me Christopher or Chris in public. She thought most things were funny. The girl was the human embodiment of a ray of sunshine.

I pushed off from the tree and grabbed my backpack from the ground, swinging it onto my shoulders. “Hey you,” I greeted. “You’re early.”

“Mhm,” she hummed, nodding her blond head. “I wanted to hear about your date, see how you enjoyed that college meat.” She playfully elbowed me in the arm and I wrinkled my nose.

“Not so great,” I replied. At twenty-five, I often felt too old to hang out with the normal-aged college kids, but too young to hang out with the old people that audited the classes. I’d been asked out by a guy in the same kind of situation, only a year older than me, and Alexa had urged me to get out there and try it.