Deadly Sins: An MC Biker Romance

by Laura Day

  He shrugged, "They asked if I'd done time, like it was a requirement."

  "You have?"

  "No, I'm not stupid, or rather, haven't been stupid yet," he told her, "That's what I told them too. Is this a problem for you? For us?"

  "That you haven't done time? No, not at all," she teased, knowing the real question, but playing for time, while she processed this new view of him.

  He let her tease roll off him, seeing it as innocuous as it was. Shucking another oyster, he waited, patient as the grave.

  "I deal with fiction, unreality, and strive to make it as real as possible," she started. "As an actress, what you just let me know, puts me in hog heaven. As you pointed out, I take my work very seriously. I do huge amounts of research, probably more than most other actors. I delve. I don't do shallow, or mediocre. As a woman...?"

  She took a bite, and processed, "As a woman, I don't know. Yes, is my first instinct, since I want to be honest with you. You've been wonderfully direct with me, so I'm trying to return the favor."

  "And I appreciate that," he nodded.

  "But if I'm going to be honest, this has been the best first date I've ever had. Once I let go, up at the park, and just let you have me, you really rocked me. And I find talking to you now, being with you, just as relaxing. It's real, and like you pointed out as well, I don't get a lot of real. So, as a woman, I'm greedy for that."

  She let that hang between them for a while, "I guess, you are just going to have to take the risk, if you think I'm worth it, that I'm not going to freak on you some day. Hollywood isn't for virgins and innocents, and I've been in this life since I was fifteen. Drugs, sex, exploitation, prostitutes, threats of violence and actual violence, it's all in there. But so far, at the end of the day, I've been able to go home, and keep it outside of my haven."

  "Haven? Good word. I like that," he nodded.

  "In all the world, that's all I have, and it's the only thing that keeps me sane sometimes. My home, my haven. I don't bring work home with me. I have a very small office I rent, for script reading, and research. At home I'm just Laura, woman. Not Laura, actress."

  She smiled, and shook her head with a little laugh, "I even step outside if my agent calls me at home, to keep the taint away."

  He smiled, seeming to take this all in, "So, you are concerned that I would be a taint."

  She frowned, and then said, "Yes. I'm sorry, but yes. I know that makes me a bitch, but I would really have to get to know you, and even then..."

  "A bitch?" he asked.

  "Yes, because outside of my home, I want you to do it all again, and keep doing it until we can't do it anymore," she told him.

  "Ah. A double standard," he nodded.

  "A bitch," she nodded.

  "Good enough to fuck, but not good enough to take home to meet...?"

  "Minion," she provided.

  "Minion?"

  "My cat," she nodded, and took a bite of her sea bass. It really was good. "But you did mention a hotel, didn't you?"

  "Not tonight though," he told her.

  "Yeah, I was hoping you forgot about that," she teased.

  "I didn't," he assured her.

  She sighed with more strength than necessary. "Well, you are definitely good to your word. I am feeling very relaxed and well ... handled. Thank you."

  "I found great pleasure in it," he nodded.

  "I hope so, because I'm really hoping you want to do it some more," she said, looking shyly at him.

  He swallowed another oyster, and then cut into his steak, which was bloody, just the way he ordered it. She could see him mulling all of this over, and the tension inside of her rose as he churned.

  Finally he said, "I have to admit, I've never been presented with the double standard thing before. Most women I meet, are in the places I meet them, looking for exactly what they get. Bars, bike rallies, run camps, etcetera. Granted, a lot of these women are insane, but that's beside the point."

  He took a bite of his steak, and then cut in again, "Occasionally, very occasionally, I've hooked up with a woman who is all over me until they discover what is inside the leather. At that point they either cut me off without hesitation, or try to reform me." He took a bite of his steak, "I prefer being cut off. The reforming thing is just a lot of pain on both sides."

  She nodded and dug into her sea bass, "I wouldn't try to reform you. That shit sounds painful."

  "And the actress in you wants me just the way I am," he added.

  She shrugged, "Touché."

  "Isn't that a fencing term?"

  "Yes, it means you hit me, you cut my heart."

  "Thought it was something like that. Do a lot of fencing?"

  "I did a bit on a TV movie, which required the training, yes," she admitted.

  "I can see why home is so important to you. With all the parts you play, you would need some place where you could be yourself."

  "Exactly. I have to have some place to re-focus, to be myself so I can take on a new part from fresh."

  "Also to see if you really like a guy like me, or if it is just the part driving you into my arms," he suggested.

  "You really like the heart cuts, huh? I already admitted I'm a bitch," she told him.

  "An over-used world in my world," he murmured.

  "Not in mine, so take it as I mean it," she suggested.

  "Well, tonight is all about you. That's what I set out to do, and I finish what I start. Tomorrow, however, we'll see what the new sun brings."

  "Kind of poetic," she teased him.

  "I can be poetic. I read a lot," he admitted.

  After dinner he rode her back to the studio, which was kind of a letdown. She was hoping for another spot on the beach, or even a dark bar. But when he got off with her, next to her car, and began kissing her, she was eager to let go, and let him do as he would.

  His hands weren't as relaxing this time. Now they were incredibly arousing, and she wondered if it was her need, or his technique, which had changed. Her sexual need was rising fast, and she began pressing against him in lurid and lustful ways she only came close to in love scenes.

  The thought of yanking open his jeans was tormenting her, when suddenly he was yanking open hers, while pressing her into the side of her car.

  There no feeling around with his hand and fingers.

  No, is this it? Is that it? Is this right? How does this feel? Am I doing it right?

  His hand went down her pants, under her panties, and found her hot nub with an accuracy that was stunning. Then he rubbed her, revving her just as easily as he might rev his bike.

  "Oh shit! Here? Now? Oh shit!" she whimpered, taking a quick look around and then he pressed her clitoris in such a beautiful way that she didn't care if some guard or sweeper was watching. "Gawd! I thought you said no sex!" she breathed, grasping at his bare chest with her fingers.

  "You want me to stop?"

  "Oh, fuck! If you do, I'll hate you, but you're still an asshole. Oh shit!" she whimpered, as her first orgasm rose up, and made her new, and improved, abs tremble. "Gawd you are good at that! Fuck! Please, please! Your hotel? Please?"

  "No. But I won't leave you hanging. Promise," he told her, and then rubbed a little harder, just right, and she went over the edge, convulsing against him, biting and clawing at his chest and shoulders.

  She was still in the throes when he pulled her jeans down more, and sank two thick fingers into her, fucking her with them while his palm continued to stimulate her clitoris. "Oh my gawd! What are you doing? Oh shit! Roman? Please? Oh shit!"

  The vibrato of her second climax was more urgent, and she found her hips fucking his hand, while she licked and kissed his chest, begging him not to leave her like this.

  Roman's other hand cupped her breast, which at that moment seemed to have been made for his hand, and then expertly found her nipple... then pulled.

  She climaxed loudly this time. Her thrusts and convulsions were completely unrestrained. "Roman! Oh Fuck! Gawd! Fuck me! Oh s
hit!"

  After her second climax, which was formidable, he petted her pussy, calming her down, and kissed her deeply. His other hand was on her bare ass, soothing and rubbing her down.

  She had never experienced anything like this before, after a climax. It was so intimate, so fulfilling, so perfect, that she felt tears in her eyes.

  Curious, she let her hand go down past his abs to find his cock. She found it without trouble. It was hard, and pressing against his jeans. It was also intimidatingly large. "I could take care of that for you?" she offered. "Just say the word, and take me to your hotel."

  "I could just bend you over the hood of your car too," he said, with just a little growl to his voice.

  Her eyes went wide, "Um ... I ... oh shit... here? Now?"

  There were studio buildings all around. Everyone was gone. It was dark. No other cars around. "Oh gawd Roman, please don't. I can't ... I couldn't ... I wouldn't fight you, but please don't."

  "Then get your hand off," he told her.

  She reluctantly removed her hand, and rubbed his chest, and kissed him, placating him, "I'm sorry. I just... I just... I wanted it."

  He took his hand from her pussy and then used both to rub, and knead her exposed ass.

  "Oh, that feels so good," she told him, pressing into him. The euphoria of her climaxes rose with a warm, near hot, afterglow. "You can really make a woman feel good."

  He didn't respond, but after a while he pulled her panties and then her jeans back up. She buttoned up, looking at him. "Night over?" she asked, a little sadness in her voice.

  "You'll sleep well," he said.

  "Don't bet on it," she said, glancing at his cock. "I feel like I'm leaving you hanging. Guilty even."

  "Don't," he smiled, "I'm a grown man. I knew what I was setting out to do."

  "You're a strange man," she said, feeling her legs regain their strength.

  "Because I wanted you to enjoy yourself, but didn't bend you over the car, and fuck you silly?"

  "Well," she said, and bit her lip at the thought, "yes, actually. I would have let you, you know." She kissed him, "I do want you, really."

  "But not in front of Minion," he added.

  "She's such a prude," Laura said lightly, and kissed him again.

  "Maybe when she lightens up," he suggested.

  "Please? Please don't make that the line in the sand! I'm begging you, please?" she asked. "My last boyfriend never saw the inside of my house, and he's an accountant. It isn't something that is easy for me."

  "I wouldn't let an accountant in my house, either," he told her.

  She laughed. "Alright, bad example, but please. Not that? Do I excite you enough to give me some time? Am I worth a week or two?"

  "You're worth a lot more than that. I really like you. I liked you before, but after tonight, you really trip all the right triggers for me. But like I said, this is new ground, and I'm not good with new ground. I'm slow, cautious."

  She ran her hands through his lush hair. "Alright, fair enough. We're both playing with new toys here. Neither one of us wants to be the first to jump. I get that. Can I have another night with you? A night where I get to give you the happy ending? Is that possible?"

  He kissed her, "I'm a little ... well... nervous about that. And that is all new. Normally, I would take you home tonight, and never mind the bullshit, but ... well... it's not bullshit with you. But I don't know... can't know … if it is you, or the part you are into right now. Does that make me an asshole?"

  She shook her head, "No, you were already an asshole for getting me off like that, remember? I mentioned that before my first climax?"

  "Right," he smiled.

  "But, well, touché, again. You really should take fencing. Cutting a heart seems to be your forte," she said sadly. "That was like a paper cut, because I got nothing to say back, and it really hurts right now. And this was just the first day on the set. I'm going to be more into the part as we go from here, so, like, I can't even say give me time. I mean, this is as close to me as you are going to see, for months."

  "Sunday?" he asked.

  "Sunday?"

  "We won't shoot on Saturday or Sunday, right? Saturday you could chill, and we could take a ride on Sunday."

  She looked thoughtful, "I usually spend Saturday, and Sunday practicing lines in my office, but, yes. I want this. So, I'll give that to you, yes? This weekend? I can't promise others, but this weekend I can."

  "I would very much like that. At least I would have something to gauge you by, right?" He said.

  "As much as I can give," she nodded.

  "Alright, here's my number."

  They exchanged numbers, and then kissed again, but when he broke from her this time, he walked to his bike and started it up.

  "Tomorrow," he told her. She watched as he got his helmet on, and then took off through the buildings.

  She listened to his bike as it reached the front gate, and then listened to the louder acceleration as he left the studio property, and ran out to the freeway. Once she couldn't hear him anymore, she listened to the quiet, and then got into her car.

  Inside her car, she visualized herself, bent over the hood, clawing at the paint-job, as he powerfully fucked her from behind. "I should have squeezed his cock until he did it," she whispered. It was a lie, but a sweet one. One worth playing with. It's what her character would have done.

  That last thought hurt.

  I wasn't in part! The whole night. It was just me, and him! Fuck!

  CHAPTER THREE

  Laura slept so soundly through the night when she got home that she nearly slept through her alarm. She was on time at the set, however, and in her trailer getting dressed when Mike Stevens came in after a brief pause on his knock. She was just slipping on the half-tee she was supposed to wear for the next scene. "Jesus, Mike!" she shouted at him.

  He looked blank for a moment, and then offered, "Sorry. Wasn't thinking."

  The fact that he really didn't think about walking into her dressing room, where she would obviously be dressing, was clear on his face.

  "Yeah, alright, so, what? What do you need?" she asked roughly.

  He looked her over, "You seem in focus today?" he said, but it sounded like a question.

  "Yes? I am. Ready for the next scene," she said.

  "I... well, I was a little worried."

  "Worried? About me being ready? Mike, and I mean this as bluntly as I'm going to say it -- that is something you will never have to worry about. Ever. I'm not a debutante, or diva, or unprofessional. I'll argue, push, and cuss you out to get what you want from me, but I'll always be focused, and on the job."

  He looked into her eyes, "Yeah, alright. But, well, word is you were out with our expert last night."

  "Roman?"

  "Yes."

  "So?"

  He looked taken aback for a moment, and then shook his head a little, "I guess this is all on me. I'm projecting."

  Oh, shit, he's gay, she thought. "Because if you were out with him last night..."

  He laughed. He blushed, laughing to cover it up, "Yeah, well, that's a different matter."

  She couldn't help teasing him, "You wouldn't be here at all, would you?"

  He tried to be mad, but couldn't reach it, "Stop being a bitch. Alright? I'm sorry. I just... well... never mind. I'm glad I don't have to worry about you."

  She nodded, "You don't. Ever."

  "Good. Looks like you are ready. I like the look too. Your legs are perfect. What about the bra, you're perky enough, aren't you? We could lose it?"

  She blushed a little, "I'm not wearing one, Mike."

  "Oh, my, you are perky. Well, alright then, let's go."

  "I still have to stop at makeup," she told him.

  "No, you're fine. Let's go."

  "Alright?" she said uneasily.

  Last night's handling from Roman lasted all the way through her day. She fell into part, and picked up on Mike's direction much easier. She still had to press him, an
d yank from him what it was he wanted, but it didn't cause the frustration it did yesterday. True, she was expecting it today, and their little meeting in her trailer broke some ice, but most of it was the feeling of clarity she walked into the day with.

  She didn't see Roman all day though, and after lunch, she asked one of the stunt guys where he was.

  "Out on the bar fight set, doing his thing. He's quite a guy."