Biker Next Door

by Sam Crescent

  “Only when you have the right kind of people at your back. Tell me, Anna-Beth, who do you have watching you?”

  She averted her gaze. He knew about her parents. Anna-Beth had no one. She was lonely.

  “No one. I don’t need anyone to watch my back. I do everything by the book. I don’t break any rules.” She took a bite of her burger.

  “Really. Well, I think it’s time you change your own rules.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He took the burger and plate from her, and without waiting, he shoved her hard, tipping her into the pool. She went in with a squeal. He knelt down, watching her as she broke the surface. “Why the hell did you do that?”

  “Because I’ve got a bikini for you, and I think it’s time for you to let loose.”

  “You don’t even know me.”

  “But I want to get to know you. So how about we change that?”

  ****

  Anna-Beth knew she should be pissed off with Rix for throwing her into the pool. Even more so for taking her upstairs and for her to wear this ridiculous bikini. It was completely obscene.

  She wrapped an arm around her waist and gritted her teeth. There was no way she could go downstairs dressed like this. She didn’t look anything like those other women. Some of them even had fake boobs.

  Pushing her chest out, she felt glad at least she didn’t have to worry about the fake boob department. She had more than enough to go around. There was plenty to share. Shaking her head, no, hell no.

  Rix knocked and entered the room.

  “Get out,” she said.

  “It’s my room. My house. I get to go where I want.” He paused near the bed where she stood. She placed her hands in front of her stomach.

  She wasn’t a small woman and had always embraced her curves, most of the time. When she was surrounded by women who were a lot smaller than her, insecurities started to come out.

  “It really sweet of you to get this, but really. I can’t wear it.”

  “Why not?”

  “It’s not me.” She wrinkled her nose. “I’m sorry. There’s no way I can wear this.”

  Rix didn’t turn around. His gaze moved down her body as if he possessed her. Like he could undress her with his very gaze.

  She glanced down at her body, only seeing imperfections, but he suddenly closed the distance between them and took her hands. At first, she fought him, not wanting to expose herself to him, or to anyone. Slowly, she opened her arms and there she was, in all of her naked glory for him to look at.

  “I don’t like this.”

  “What is there not to like?” he asked. “You look sexy as fuck.”

  “I feel stupid.”

  “Is this about the other women out there?”

  “It’s … maybe I should just go home.”

  “Nah, that’s not happening. I’m not letting you go home. You’re coming downstairs with me, right now.” He gripped her hand more firmly in his. She didn’t fight as he started to pull her downstairs. They passed so many couples making out and even having sex.

  She tried not to gawk at them all. Rix didn’t seem to mind and so far, she was the only person who actually cared about what she was seeing. Entering Rix’s party was like entering an alternate universe where sex was the norm.

  They entered his yard and she screamed as she lifted her up over his shoulder, carrying her away from the door.

  “No, please, Rix, no!” She screamed as he threw her into the water for a second time. He joined her as he splashed beside her.

  Drawing air into her lungs, she glared at him. “What the hell?”

  “I don’t know you very well, Anna-Beth, but I think you’re allergic to having fun or at the very least, don’t know how to have it. I’m going to change that.” He took her hand, pulling her close.

  “Some fun can be overrated.”

  “Oh, no, the best kind of fun is shit that can get you arrested.”

  She snorted. “Are you for real?”

  “Absolutely.”

  She shook her head. “No, I could never be arrested. I don’t think I could stand it. I hate it when a cop follows behind me. I always freak out.”

  “That’s because you don’t understand that they’re just people like you and me. Everyone makes mistakes, baby. That’s what makes us human.”

  “I don’t want to think about the mistakes they make. Kind of like doctors as well. They’re people we rely on a whole lot.”

  “Oh, believe me, they make a whole lot of mistakes. You need to learn to live a little and accept it, and not allow it to bother you.” He stroked her hair back from her ear. “Did you leave work at work?”

  “I did but I’m going to go in tomorrow to catch up.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  “Rix, you’re not my dad. You can’t keep ordering me around.”

  “I know I’m not your dad and it’s a good thing as well.”

  “Why?”

  “All of the things I want to do to you, they’re not very nice.” Before she could comment, he slammed his lips against hers.

  At first, she tensed up.

  This was a kiss.

  His lips were on hers.

  It was … nice.

  No, more than nice.

  Rix traced his tongue across her bottom lip, seeking entry. She didn’t deny him, opening her lips to give him the access he required. He captured her hips and groaned, deepening the kiss.

  It had been a long time since she’d been kissed like that.

  Coming up for air, she opened her eyes and stared at him. “Wow. You live a whole lot.”

  “We have one life, Anna-Beth. Do you want to get out and be filled with regrets about a life that is full of what-ifs?”

  She wanted to touch her lips. They felt swollen from his kiss. She stopped herself, instead, watching him, wondering, waiting, curious.

  “Hello, Rix,” a woman with long, brown hair, large tits, and ink covering her body said, coming in close.

  Her body was beautiful, covered in ink, so daring and amazing. Envy filled Anna-Beth, a cold emotion she always tried to avoid, but it was at moments like these when longing always filled her. This ugly emotion often sickened her.

  She made to pull away but Rix grabbed her arm, once again, keeping her close. Even as the woman looked at his hold on her, she didn’t leave.

  “I’m more than happy to party with you, Rix. I know what you want. How you like it.” She stepped closer. “I can give your cock a ride you’ve only ever dreamed of.”

  As far as come-ons went, it was a big one.

  Anna-Beth expected to be pushed aside so he could have his pick of any woman.

  “I’ve got a woman right here,” he said. “I don’t need you.”

  He turned his back and marched her across the pool. His hands were back on her waist, helping her to move across the pool until her back was up against the wall.

  “That was rude.”

  “You’ve got to learn how to speak to these women.”

  “I’m a woman.”

  “And do you go around offering my boys the use of your pussy? These women, most of them, they just want to have the badge of honor of fucking every single man here. They don’t care. Is that what you want to do?” he asked. “Take every single man here?”

  “No.”

  “What are you looking for, Anna-Beth?”

  “I’m not looking for anything.” She still wasn’t touching him. The kiss had thrown her, and she didn’t know how to react to him like this. She waited, not knowing what to expect.

  “Why did you move here?” he asked.

  “It felt safer.”

  He leaned in close. “Do I seem safe to you?”

  “You’re my neighbor.”

  “I’m going to give you a clue. I’m not a very good man. I should be allowing you to leave, to find someone who’ll be a whole lot nicer to you, but I can’t do it.”

  “Why not?”

  “I want you all to m
yself and that’s not very nice.”

  She didn’t want him to stop. Closing her eyes, she waited, feeling the hard ridge of his cock against her front. She’d never been reckless in her life. For so long, all she’d known was work. A strict routine to keep to so she could be up for work and at her very best.

  This was so far out of her comfort zone and level. It was crazy and insane. She didn’t even recognize herself.

  Her life was boring.

  There, she thought it. Now she should be able to move on. To find something better.

  Kiss him back. Touch him. Don’t think. Just feel.

  Even as she hesitated, she placed her hand on his stomach, feeling him tighten against her touch.

  “Was that so hard?” he asked.

  “Yes.” She whispered the word, tilting her head back. “I’ve never done anything like this before. It’s all new to me.”

  His lips were so close. “Then let me show you what to do.” He slammed his lips down on hers as she wrapped her arm around his neck, kissing him back, tighter.

  He ran his hand down her back, cupping her ass, and she moaned. Pleasure from just being in his arms surrounded her. She felt an answering pull between her thighs.

  Just as she was about to lift her leg, to rub her pussy against him, someone screamed that the cops were here.

  Rix pulled away so fast but he didn’t let her go. He climbed out of the pool and lifted her out. She expected to go back in the house with him, but he moved to the edge of their yards and lifted up a piece of fence.

  “What the hell?”

  “I’ll deal with this. Don’t come out of your house.”

  “Rix, what’s going on?” she asked.

  “It’s nothing.” He gave her a little shove, which she wasn’t expecting, and she landed on her ass in the grass.

  She heard a few cries and some loud noises.

  After running to her house, she slid the screen door open, thankful and a little pissed at herself for not realizing it wasn’t locked. How could she protect herself if she left her home open? At least it was open. She flicked the lock into place, ran upstairs, and went to her back room to look over into Rix’s garden. Some cops had men and women on the ground. She spotted Rix with two cops on him, but he wasn’t fighting.

  Her heart raced.

  Should she go out and tell the cops she’d been at the party? No. Rix had shoved her into her home for a reason. She wasn’t going anywhere.

  Licking her dry lips, she looked back at her home, and felt a little … anxious. What the hell had happened?

  Chapter Three

  Once again, the club lawyer helped them all out of a pickle. Someone had called the cops though and that meant they had a rat on the inside who was also at the party. No big deal. He already had Night working on it. They had a list of people who’d been at the party. Of course Night had wanted to blame Anna-Beth, but like he said, she was with him the whole night, not even when she changed into the bikini was she alone, and he didn’t have a phone upstairs.

  He checked out his house, which was completely trashed. The club was in the process of being released. There had been no signs of club-related shit going down. No leather cuts, nothing to land them in trouble.

  The invasion of his home had been uncalled for. Anyone could have a party and as his lawyer pointed out, none of the neighbors had complained. He made sure to keep Anna-Beth away from the trouble.

  Now, though, he had to clean up his own mess.

  Grabbing a couple of trash bags, he got to work at picking up the bottles. He hadn’t cleaned any mess up in years, not since he was a kid. This wasn’t how he intended to spend his Saturday morning. After how well it went with Anna-Beth last night, he intended to be balls deep inside her, and showing her pussy just how good it could be between them.

  Damn, he missed her. His dick was craving some action, but he only wanted her.

  Sitting down on his sofa, he shoved some wrappers out of the way. Candy. His men were fucking adult children.

  Leaning his head back, he didn’t need to sleep, but he didn’t want to clean either.

  There was a sudden knock on the door. It was a gentle tap, almost afraid to be noticed.

  Getting to his feet, still holding the trash bag, he opened the door to find Anna-Beth there. She held two coffees and a bag from the bakery. “I thought you could do with a morning wake-up. I saw you come back home, and I took my car out. It’s a morning bagel they’ve started to make. A complete breakfast in one sandwich. I’m rambling. Please, stop me.”

  “I find it cute,” he said, opening the door. “You didn’t go to work.”

  “I was going to but then I saw how messy your backyard was, and I figured you could use the help to clean up.”

  “You didn’t make the mess.”

  “But I was still at the same party and well, I’m a nice person.”

  “You ever think you’re too nice?” he asked.

  “There’s no such thing as being too nice.” She turned and he saw her cheeks were a nice shade of red. “Do you want to eat first?”

  “Yeah, I’m starved.” He dropped the bag and moved toward his dining room table, which was surprisingly clean. No sign of any mess or shit he had to deal with. Fucking shocked.

  He pulled out a chair for her to sit before taking the one at the head of the table. She sat beside him and he watched her.

  She wore way too many clothes. “I washed the bikini you lent me. I’ll bring it around later if you’d like.”

  “I didn’t lend it to you. You can keep it.” He sipped at the coffee and closed his eyes. Damn, that was good.

  “Here is your breakfast bagel.” She pulled out a large circular wrapped delight. He opened it up and took a large bite, closing his eyes even as egg oozed out of the sandwich and down onto the wrapper he left on the table. “Is everything okay? Did someone report your party?”

  “Nah, everything is good. It’s more of a personal club thing than the party last night. Although, I’m thinking of organizing a cookout for the whole street. We’re new here, so it would be good. We’ll buy the food, get people to bring out tables, chairs. Have some music and maybe some clowns for the kids. What do you think?”

  She wrinkled her nose. “I hate clowns. They freak me out.”

  “You’re not a kid.”

  “Very true,” she said with a laugh. “I like it. It sounds great.”

  He watched her as she ate her food. Did she think of the kiss last night? Did she touch her pussy thinking about him?

  Leaning back in his chair, he was a little surprised. The little he knew of Anna-Beth, he expected her to be at work, trying to make up for lost time, or believing she owed someone something for just having a good time.

  She didn’t owe anyone anything, but she had that air around her that stopped her from having fun. Yet here she was in his dining room, complete with a bagel of goodness, and that had to be rewarded. Would he shock her? Scare her away?

  He wouldn’t know until he tried.

  “I want to fuck you, Anna-Beth,” he said. “I’m not after hearts and flowers, but from the moment I saw you move in next door, I wanted to know just how tight your pussy would be wrapped around my cock.”

  “Rix?”

  He watched her. She didn’t frown or look offended.

  “Did you touch yourself last night? Did you tease your clit thinking about me? I’ve got to say, I intended for you to be dancing on my dick all night.” He finished off his bagel, took a swig of coffee, and climbed out of his chair.

  Placing his hands on either side of hers, he leaned in close. “It would be so good between us, you know that, right?”

  “I don’t … I’ve never done this.”

  “What? Taken your body on a path of fucking? You wouldn’t have to deal with the whole club. Just me. I won’t share you. I want you.” After years of being without, he took her hand, and even after everything that went down last night, he was aroused. He put her hand right on his dic
k. He was swollen. If he tried to take his cock out now, it would hurt, his pants were so tight.

  She didn’t pull away. Her hand tightened around his cock, and she licked her lips.

  He cupped her face, running his thumb across her mouth where her tongue had been. “You keep doing that and I’m going to have to see how good you are at sucking my cock.”

  “This is crazy,” she said but made no move to pull away.

  “What do you say then, Anna-Beth? We should do something crazy this summer. You belong to me.” He lifted her up out of the chair, running a hand down her back to cup her ass, squeezing the flesh through her jeans. “Do you have any idea what I want to do to this ass?”

  “No.”

  “I can show you. All you’ve got to do is give yourself to me. Trust me and I will take you on the ride of your life.” He slammed his lips down on hers, and she cried out, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding on to him. He lifted her up and lowered her onto the table, stepping between her spread legs.

  He cupped between her pussy, hearing her cry out and feeling her rock against him, almost begging for more, and he was more than happy to give it to her.

  After lifting his shirt up over his head, he threw it across the room, not caring where it landed. Next, he removed her shirt. It was far too big. She needed clothes that showed off these glorious tits to perfection. He pressed her breasts together, kissing the mounds.

  “I need your consent,” he said.

  He rubbed his face against her tits, pulling down one lacy cup to tongue her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. He bit down on the tip before lathering it with his tongue.

  She cried out, arching up. “Yes,” she said.

  “You’re going to be mine?”

  “Yes.”

  “Your pussy is mine to command?”

  She giggled. “Yes.”

  “Your ass.”

  “I don’t know what you can do with it, but yes.”

  “And this mouth?” he asked, kissing her lips, sliding his tongue inside her lips.

  “Yes,” she said when he gave her a moment to breathe. It wasn’t a lot of time. He couldn’t give her too much. He fucking craved her.

  “Good.” He flicked the catch at the back of her bra, spilling her tits out. He covered them with his hands, lifting them up, feeling their weight. He fingered her nipples and then took each one into his mouth, sucking them.