by Wanda Edmond
“Alex would mind keeping Monica Company this evening?” He smiled, “Your mom and I would like to go out with my old friend.”
Monica nearly fainted, knowing soon she would have to face her love alone. Alex agreed and her father handed over the keys to the jeep.
“Don’t wait up.” He winked as they disappeared into his friends silver minivan.
The ride back to the hotel was silent and the tension between them as thick as the steamy, moist air outside. He pulled into a parking space and the jeep sputtered to a stop. Suddenly Alex turned in his seat, his eyes fierce with concern.
“So you want to tell me what’s on your mind?” His voice was low and cautious, “You’ve been shooting me death stares all day.”
“What do you think is wrong?” She snapped, folding her arms, “I haven’t heard from you in two months. Change your mind?”
“No,” Alex let out a roaring laugh, “I have been so busy with the business I started. Besides you were too with finals and classes and all.”
Monica sat silently a moment until the curiosity rose up, “What type of business?”
“I would like to show you,” He smiled, eyeing her hungrily, “That is of course unless you’re too busy.”
Monica rolled her eyes, playing along with his teasing, “I’ve got nothing but time sir, now that I have been tricked into coming here for three weeks.”
They elected to leave the jeep at the hotel and once again Monica found herself hopping onto the back of his motorcycle. As her hands wrapped around his waist she could feel the ripples of his washboard stomach as they flexed and moved and the temperature of her body began to rise. She desired him just as strongly as she had the first time they had met on her vacation, but the feelings of mistrust were also alive and well. As they sped off down the road she secretly hoped that he would find a way to prove her suspicious thoughts wrong, allowing her to be free to love him.
Chapter 3
Alex pulled the bike into a small shop near the bar they had spent her last night of vacation. His bike rumbled to a stop and Monica happily stepped off, the vibrations continuing a moment in her thighs. I will never get used to this. She sighed and glanced up at the sign overhead. The store name read, Wild Nights Tattoos and Piercings. Her stomach churned, even his company was a reflection of his wild lifestyle. Alex eyed her, reading the look on her face.
“My buddy came up with the name.” He shrugged and took her hand to lead her inside out of the summer heat.
Inside business was booming, with every chair filled with burly looking men and woman getting tattoos. His employees, other bikers from the area, looking up and gave a nod as they entered. The walls behind each chair were filled with mirrors and above hung drawings, most likely done by the tattoo artists themselves. It was quite an operation to have been started in such a short time and Monica could help but find herself impressed. Alex led her with a smile past the booths and into the back area, down a long hallway. He stopped at a closed door with his name on it, below the title owner was etched into a golden plaque. Inside the room was cool and dark. It was quaint, with a single wooden desk and two leather chairs, the walls filled with amazing artwork. Monica walked along, admiring the work as Alex followed her with his eyes.
“You like the work?” He grinned.
“Yeah I do actually,” She smiled politely back at him, “Your tattoo artists are very talented.”
“Oh these ones are mine.” He stated proudly.
Monica turned back towards him, her mouth gaping in surprise. There were many portraits lining the walls of dragons and elves, skulls and other varying types of sketches. She was amazed at Alex’s hidden talent for art. With a sigh she smiled at him, and couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to him that she knew. He motioned for her to have a seat and she reluctantly stepped forward, watching as his eyes savored her body. The heat was rising again in her body and she could feel her cheeks flushing crimson red. He needed her, and that need was clear in his eyes. She sat down and looked up at her handsome lover, looming over her as he sat perched on the edge of his desk. He leaned down so close that she could feel his hot breath on her cheek.
“So,” he whispered, “Am I forgiven for the lack of communication?”
Though her mind was calling out to resist, seeing him once again and now seeing what he had accomplished she could no longer fight the urge. She leaned up until her lips met his and planted a long, deep kiss on his soft skin. The familiar salty taste of his body came flooding into her senses and she let out a soft sigh. Like an addiction, she savoring the feeling of him that her body had been craving for months. With a moan he lifted her from the seat with his strong hands and sat her on the edge of his desk. His kisses became deeper, more filled with desire as his hands found their way under her tank top to her curvy breasts. Monica closed her eyes, allowing him to caress her nipples until they were hardening under his hungry touch. She titled her head back, her long brown hair flowing behind her. With a grasp of her hips, he tugged the jeans from her waist and allowed them to fall to the floor below the desk. He peeled the tank top from her shaking body, stepping back to admire her body a moment with a grin. She looked amazing, sitting there naked on his office desk. With a low growl he dove back towards her, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking until her breast was wet and tender. Monica gasped. He continued to kiss down between her breasts, while his hand found its way to her thighs, parting them slightly and gliding up towards her wet mound.
“I missed you,” He whispered hoarsely as his hand began to play with her quivering sex, sending shivers down her spin, “I missed the way you feel in my arms.”
Monica was helpless to resist him as she lay back onto the hard surface, naked and shaking with need. He removed his jeans wildly and allowed his erection to spring free from the material. Monica’s eyes widened, how she could have forgotten how large he was. He leaned in for another passionate kiss, then scooted her to the edge, allowing her legs to dangle freely off the sides. He grinned and pressed his large cock into her body, watching as her eyes lit up with sensation. Monica needed a moment to adjust, waiting anxiously until her body gave in to his girth. He thrust forward, shaking loose a pile of pens from their place. They fell silently to the carpeting below. Again he thrust, the passion filling every inch of her body as he pleasured her.
“Faster.” She called out in a hushed whisper, her eyes beaming at him desperately.
With his hands he lifted her legs until they were placed gently upon his shoulders and again began his pleasure-filled attack on her wet pussy. He pressed his cock in deeply, allowing her to savor the entire length of him, then pulled back to tease her again. The pressure was building fast as he pounded at her body, and soon she released onto him, grasped at the edges of the desk to keep her balance. The sensation was overwhelming, feelings of absolute pleasure waving through her like the ocean on the sand. He called out, biting his lip to keep from shouting, and filled her with his hot cum. He stood for a moment still holding her legs, the wet manhood leaking out and down onto her thigh as she shook from the sudden accost of her body. Alex stepped away, allowing her legs to fall gently to the carpeting, and pulled up his jeans. He lifted her from the desk, kissing her deeply and tasting her sweetness. Once dressed, they stood face to face in the dim room, gazing into one another’s eyes.
“I’m sorry if I worried you,” His voice was soft as he caressed her soft cheek, “I didn’t mean too. I was busy keeping my promise.”
“I know,” She sighed, “I can see that now.”
Alex took her back through the crowds, her face flushing slightly with the knowledge of the heated encounter in the back room just moments before. They hopped back on his bike and headed towards the hotel once again. At the door Alex gave her a loving smile, gazing deeply into her hazel eyes. She had seen for herself that he was, in his own way, attempting to keep his word to her and build a life for them both. But a tattoo parlor was not exactly what she had in mind when she
said he wasn’t the right type of man for her. He leaned in, grasping her gently by the waist, and planted another long, loving kiss on her soft lips.
“Can I pick you up tomorrow night?” He smiled happily, the contentment clear in his baby blue eyes.
“For what?” She smiled.
“A group of us are headed back to the bar to celebrate our three month anniversary of the parlor being open and I would really like for you to be a part of it.” He laughed and ran his fingers through his now ruffled hair.
Monica knew it wasn’t her scene, and how out of place she felt in his world, but reluctantly agreed to support him and come along. As she watched him drive off into the night, a frown began to fill her face and she gave a long sigh. She knew he was trying, starting a business and attempting to get his life in order, but he was still a biker and the world he was from just didn’t have a place for an innocent college girl. But heart betrayed her mind, as did her body, and she felt the love growing for him just as it had done before.
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Alex drove back to his apartment and glanced around with a frown. Though he had made some great changes, there was still much to do. It was difficult to gauge whether or not Monica had taken his startup company as a sign that he was keeping his word, or if she still saw it as just another part of his old, wild lifestyle. He mottled about, tossing out empty cartons and preparing to bring her back home with him the following night. He really wanted her to see the changes in him, and give herself fully to him for the rest of their lives. As the clock on his wall chimed midnight, he headed into the bedroom, gazing out at the starlit sky and thinking of her. The way her body gleamed with excitement at his touch and how her eyes sparkled whenever she was interested in something. She was his perfect woman, the girl he had only hoped would someday come into his life. And he would do whatever it took to keep her for his own.
Chapter 4
With her parents completely engrossed in plans for the upcoming move and distracted by old friends, Monica spent the afternoon lounging on the white sands and soaking in the quiet, peaceful atmosphere around her. It was so different from the last visit, with the crowds all gone back home for the summer. There were no more D.Js and wild crowds, just open beach and a few families spending the day in the sun. She smiled and lifted herself from her beach blanket, packing up to head back to the hotel and prepare for a night out with Alex. His crowd hadn’t been very welcoming the first time they had met and Monica feared she was in for a repeat occasion, but the support of his business seemed important to Alex. After a long shower she dressed in her favorite tight jeans and a baby doll t-shirt that showed off her luscious curves. Monica even took a moment to doll herself up more than usual, knowing what would be at the bar and what she would have to compete with. A soft knock on her hotel room door and her stomach fluttered.
“Hey there,” Alex was leaning in the archway with his strong arm up high above his head, “You ready?”
Monica stood stunning, eyeing his sexy look hungrily. He was more dressed up than she had ever seen him in his tight black jeans and matching black tank top. The outfit seemed to hug tightly to every muscle of his body, making her heart flutter in excitement. He looked her up and down, his baby blue eyes tracing the outline of her curvy hips and making her flush with desire. He gave her a grin and offered her his arm. The two headed out into the cool night air and rode off down the quiet streets towards the bar. She could feel his warmth as the cycle sped around the corner and parked near the entrance. Her heart sank, recalling the last incident they had in the same place and couldn’t help but wonder what awaited her inside this time. But as they entered a crowd of somewhat familiar faces cheered and clapped, some toasting their mugs high in the air. It was, after all, a celebration party for his company. A few of his friends she recognized from the beach and others from the last visit to this place. She also noticed many of his tattoo artists had come, along with their significant others. Suddenly she didn’t feel as out of place as she had in the past and gave a polite grin to each as they passed by. Alex took his usual seat with Monica placed closely beside her. He eyed her, noticing the nervous look spread across her flushed face and leaned in to whisper in her ear.
“Don’t worry babe,” His breath was hot on her neck, “I’m not dumb enough to make the same mistake twice you can relax a little. These are good people once you get to know them.”
As the night wore on she began to relax, sipping a strong whiskey drink and chatting with those that approached the table. One by one old friends came by to congratulate Alex on his success. He introduced each one to Monica who smiled though it was difficult to keep track of all the names. Most members of his gang went by nicknames, given to them through incidents they had while riding or in their lives. Lucky and his wife angel, sat down beside them an after a brief explanation she learned that lucky had been in a terrible wipe on his bike, and his wife angel was the only car that stopped to help him. They were married six months later. She smiled at the romantic story, beginning to wonder if she had in fact pinned this group wrong. Alex stretched his strong arm around the back of her booth and pulled her tightly to him, his face suddenly distraught with worry. She followed his eyes to the door of the bar, and she too frowned with anger. There standing near the front of the bar was Melissa, the gorgeous blonde that had caused them so much trouble her last vacation. Monica watched as she scanned the room, fixing her eyes on the two of them with a glare of hatred. She smiled an evil grin and stormed across the room. Monica felt her blood boiling as the woman approached.
“You!” She shouted and pointed to Alex, “You and I need to talk immediately.”
“I don’t think so Melissa, can’t you see I’m celebrating with my girlfriend?” Alex snapped back with a cocky smile.
“It’s important,” She eyed Monica with a sneer, curling her ruby red lips upward, “and private.”
Alex pulled Monica tighter to him and smiled, “Anything you have to say to me you can say it right here. It’s been over between us for a long time and you know that.”
“Oh has it?” her eyebrows raised in shock. “Ok then, I was trying to save you the grief but, I’m pregnant Alex. And it’s yours.”
The room fell silent and Monica suddenly felt dizzy as if she would fall over in the booth. All eyes were now on Alex as she stood tapping her red heels on the floor, the sound echoing through the still bar. Alex smiled once again, refusing to remove his arm from the now shaking Monica.
“That’s impossible and you know it,” He laughed, “you and me haven’t been together in six months. If that was mine you would be showing by now. Nice try but sorry for your predicament.”
A few of the patrons gave out in a roaring laugh and the music started once again. She stood brooding over the table, glaring at Alex and then back at Monica once more.
“You may think he’s yours sweetie,” She growled, “But he hasn’t changed one bit. You will never tame this guy’s wild side so why not give up now.”
“I’m perfectly capable of making that decision but thanks.” Monica replied and rolled her eyes.
“And you,” She snapped back towards Alex once again, the fire clear in her eyes, “I’m going to prove this baby is yours and then the cat will be out of the bag.”
“Yeah not going to happen, now run along please we are busy.” He flicked the air with his hand to wave her away and again the patrons laughed loudly.
Monica suddenly felt as if she was glued to the seat, frozen in fear and unable to find any words for what had just happened. She wanted to believe Alex was telling the truth but after the way Melissa had pulled him away from her that final night of spring break there could be truth behind what she had said. There was months of silence between them that he claimed were devoted to his business, but who knows what else he was doing in his free time. She watched as Melissa stormed away in a huff, cursing and shouting out threats as she exited the bar. There was a moment of tense silence between them, then Alex turned to her wi
th a look of pure fear.
“Monica don’t believe a word she says,” He pleaded, “I haven’t touched anyone since I promised you to change I swear it. You can even ask my friends. If she is even pregnant, that baby isn’t mine I swear on my life.”
“I want to trust you Alex I do,” Monica could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, “But how can I be for sure?”
“Honestly? You can’t be sure.” He sighed and held her tightly to him, “You have to put some faith in true love. Let’s get out of here.”
The two headed through the crowd and out into the night air. He handed her the helmet which she struggled to put on her head and they sped off towards his apartment just down the road. Her mind was racing, the confliction pounding away at her thoughts like a parade of drums. Soon they parked the bike and headed up the metal stairs inside. She was momentarily distracted by the changes in his living space. It was a huge upgrade from the last time she had ventured inside. Alex had really cleaned the place up, decorating it with newer furniture and some artwork on the walls. She paused to admire a photo take in front of the tattoo parlor on opening day, with a beaming Alex placed in the middle of his staff. He really was proud of his accomplishments. She searched the room, looking for any hints of the womanizer he had been but found nothing out of the ordinary. For a moment she breathed a sigh of relief, deciding that Alex was innocent until she could prove otherwise. He smiled at her from across the room, watching happily as she appeared to approve of the changes he had made to his quaint apartment. She glanced out at the star filled sky and smiled. At least the view hadn’t changed.
Chapter 5
Monica sat on his new leather couch nervously, watching as he mottled about the kitchen, finally returning to her side with a drink. He sat down beside her and for a moment she could see sadness behind his beautiful blue eyes.
