Biker's Little Secret: Carolina Devils MC

by Brook Wilder

  He concentrated on the task at hand driving her over the edge into a hard orgasm then rolled her right over and took her from behind until he spilled inside her. There was something about taking a woman from behind that helped him disassociate from the experience. The moment he came, he rolled off the bed and pulled on his jeans and a clean t-shirt. He was fucking panicking for some godforsaken reason and felt like he could run laps around the goddamn building. He had to put some space between them he didn’t even know why.

  One glance over his shoulder as he left the room was all he needed. The hurt expression on her face was raw and devoid of anger, spite or any of the other emotions other women normally displayed when they were angry with him. It was just plain and simple hurt. He’d wounded and it tore his heart out. Slamming the door behind him, he strolled downstairs. Dropping down at the bar, one of the new girls brought him a plate of food. Hammer downed three shots of whiskey one after another and tried to calm the fuck down. The new girl sat on the stool beside him and struck up a conversation. What the hell was her name? He couldn’t quite remember, but the pretty blonde was nibbling food from his plate. Hammer didn’t care really. She’d made the plate of food for him, so fair play if she wanted a bite of it.

  The next thing he knew she was tracing around the edges of the tattoo on his bicep. He was just about to tell her to get lost when he noticed Alina standing at the bottom of the stairs, staring a whole through him. For some reason, Hammer didn’t care for her thinking he was doing something that he wasn’t. Instead of articulating that fact like a normal person he barked. “You don’t own me, you sexy little bitch.”

  He’d half expected her to argue the point, tell him off or say something to the woman’s name he couldn’t quite remember. Instead she turned on her heel and walked back upstairs. Fuck. Why’d he do that? “Het lost, sugar. I’m not in the mood for company tonight.” Though her face fell, she hopped down and scooted away.”

  Hammer thought briefly of going upstairs and making nice but decided against it. Let her simmer. He could always talk to her later. Right now he needed another drink.

  A cold voice came from behind him. “That was about the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen you do.”

  “Shut the fuck up, Marlow. This none of your concern.”

  “It just seems foolish of you to make the same mistake I did, especially after you’ve been privy to how it fucked up one of the few good things in my life. I thought you were smarter than that.”

  “Apparently, I’m not. So give it a rest already.”

  Ivan and Serge returned in the wee hours of the morning when the adult party was in full swing. Rather than joining, they scooped up their woman and headed home. Hammer had to admit the million dollar whore seemed quite taken with the pair of them. He couldn’t imagine sharing a woman with another man. His brothers shared whores every now and then but Hammer just couldn’t stand the thought of another man’s hands on what was his.

  Thinking of that made him think of the woman who was no doubt upstairs sleeping in his bed. He staggered up the steps and shoved open the door to this room. There was no Alina. He walked over and opened his son’s door. The boy was sitting on his bed, reading from his e-reader.

  “If you’re looking for Alina, she’s gone.”

  “What do you mean gone? I saw her come back up here early in the night.”

  “She did. Long enough to grab her purse and car keys. She stopped by to say goodbye then got into her car and left. I thought you knew.”

  “She’ll be back.” Even as he said the words, Hammer wasn’t sure they were true. It would be more accurate to say, he hoped she’d come back.

  “I don’t think she liked seeing you with that whore rubbing all over you.”

  “It’s for the best. She’s not like us.”

  “You two are both a mess. You worry that you can’t trust her because she’s middle class. She worries that she can’t trust you not to cheat on her cause you’re a biker. You’re both so much alike it’s not funny.”

  “I don’t want to talk about this with you. You’re too young to know what you’re talking about.”

  “If you say so. Better get some sleep. You still have Booker to deal with tomorrow.”

  “How’d you get to be in the know about everything?”

  “I just keep my ears open.”

  “It’s good to have you back, son.”

  “The youngster smiled serenely. “It damn good to be back, sir.”

  Hammer smiled at his only son and flipped off his light before returning to his own bedroom. Sitting on the side of his bed, he tried to clear his mind. Maybe Jaden…Hawk was on to something. It was a strange day when the oldest member of his crew and the youngest gave him exactly the same advice. Turning sideways, he leaned against the headboard. The bed still smelled strongly of their shared sex. Thought Hammer couldn’t say he enjoyed his own scent so much, hers was heavenly. Picking up the pillow she normally slept on, he crushed it to his face. With each draw of her crisp clean scent, he fell more under her spell.

  He sat thinking until the sun rose the next morning. Slowly it dawned on him what he’d done. His suspiciousness and shitty attitude had cost him the affections of a nice woman who really loved him. In the cold light of day he’d give anything to have back the opportunity he had so callously tossed away the night before. He’d done stupid things when intoxicated before but this was by far his worst fuck up. The worst part was that he had absolutely no idea how to unfuck it.

  Chapter 32

  Sexting

  It had been almost two long months since the night he’d fucked himself over good and hard. Dropping Hawk off for school each morning and picking him up again had been the only times he’d caught sight of Alina. Even then she normally turned her back to him as soon as she realized he was there. For his part, he’d never gotten off his bike and approached her.

  What was he going to say? “Hey sorry that I’m ass hat. Want to date me again?” Like she’d ever made a conscious decision to date him in the first place. She’d just kind of been thrown into some dangerous situations with him. Now the danger was over and she’d clearly moved on. Just when he thought she’d never look at him again with affection or need, it happened.

  He pulled up outside the school to pick Hawk up. Marlow had beat him to the curb by about a minute and his pretty little school teacher, jumped right on the back of his bike. He sat there waiting for his son to come out. Seeing Marlow and Dianne together was wonderful. Yet it also sent daggers into his soul, for they shared what he longed to have more than anything. Alina smiled at her friend and waved to Marlow.

  Then her gaze skipped back to him. Her eyes turned sultry and eyes slid down his body, awaking every dormant need he’d been trying to ignore. Without thinking he jerked his chin indicating that she should come to him. She looked startled but that familiar warmth began to curl through his gut when complied. He watched as she moved ever closer, seeming to gain confidence with each step in his direction.

  “What can I do for you, Mr. Hark?”

  So it was going to be like that, was it? Fine. He’d play her game. “Ms. Stuart. Nice to see you again. I’m concerned about my son’s performance.”

  Brushing the nails of one hand over her tailored jacket she responded crisply. “Feel free to make an appointment with any of his teachers. We have a faculty senate day coming up. There will no students present, so all his teachers will be free to meet with you.”

  “Are you willing to meet with me?”

  “If it’s regarding a student, of course.”

  Smiling smugly, Hammer began putting on helmet. “I’ll text you the particulars.”

  “Rest assured, I’ll respond promptly. I’m trustworthy that way.”

  “I don’t doubt that for a moment.”

  Alina turned on her heel and began to walk away. Suddenly, she stopped short. “I only meet with parents and legal guardians. So, leave the pretty blonde distractions back at the clubhouse.�
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  Catty. That meant she was jealous. Hammer felt like running a victory mile. Careful not to allow his euphoria to show on his face, he responded sharply. “I can’t believe you just told me something like that.”

  Crossing her arms over her chest, she snorted. “I can’t believe you need to be told something like that.”

  “I’m not loving the smart mouth, doll. Makes me want to put it to better use.”

  Her eyes flew open and she jerked around, stomping off. Hammer watched her stalk away, enjoying the sight of her ass jigging with each forceful step. The next thing he knew, his son was standing by his side.

  “I may not be an expert on women but I don’t think that’s the way to get yours back.”

  Hammer smiled for the first time in weeks. “Who says I want her back?”

  “You so do. She asks about you all the time.”

  “Does she now?” Hammer licked his lips as he turned that little nugget over in his mind.

  Later that evening he texted the object of his affections.

  ‘Hey, Kitten. When’s this faculty day?’

  ‘I’m not your kitten, Mr. Hark. Faculty Senate Day is the day after tomorrow.’

  ‘You don’t have to be a bitch about it.’

  ‘Sorry, I thought you were just winding me up.’

  ‘Well I ain’t just winding you up. I am afraid though.’

  ‘What in God’s name do you have to be afraid of, Hammer?’

  Ha, she called him Hammer instead of Mr. Hark.

  ‘I want to be appropriate and I’m worried I won’t be.’

  ‘What do you mean appropriate. I didn’t realize you concerned yourself with such things.’

  ‘When I first met you, I had this reoccurring fantasy about meeting you at school when there were no kids around.’

  ‘You had a what?????’

  Ha, too many question marks. Means she’s keen to know more.

  ‘You know, a fantasy about you and me.’

  ‘Really. What kind of fantasy?’ She immediately followed that text with another. ‘I mean if you tell me then we can make sure to steer clear of slippery slopes and that kind of thing. We want to keep it professional after all.’

  Hammer smiled as he texted away. ‘I used to fantasize about meeting you one day, just the two of us all alone in the school. The lights were dim.”

  ‘Really? What were you wearing?’

  Hammer was taken aback for a brief second. This was starting to sound like traditional phone sex only with texting.

  Deciding to be devious he responded. ‘Well I’m wearing my cut with no shirt underneath because I couldn’t find a clean one. I know how much you love seeing my tats. I’m also wearing those really tight jeans with the rips on the knees.’

  ‘The ones that make your butt look nice.’

  “Yea, only for some reason the top couple of buttons won’t stay closed.’ Would she recognize that as the universal signal for a guy wanting sexed at his club? She’d been around a while, so she might.

  ‘And…’

  ‘Well when I see you…naturally it causes problems with me staying in my jeans.’

  ‘I’m sure we can work around a problem like that.’

  ‘In real life, I’m sure we can. However in my…well never mind.’

  ‘Go on.’

  ‘Well in my fantasy, you make me sit on your desk right in front of you. You tell me what a bad boy I’ve been and how I should have more self-control. I don’t feel very contrite and…’

  ‘Yes…’

  ‘You do that little thing you do with your tongue. You know, the one that drives me wild.’

  ‘I’m sure you’ve taught that little trick to every whore in the clubhouse by now.’

  “Haven’t touched a one of them since you left. Was getting ready to get rid of blonde but you…’

  ‘I know, we’re getting off track.’

  Hammer smiled. His sexy little teacher didn’t want to talk about reality. She wanted to fantasize with him right now and he was so in the mood to share. ‘Well, anyways. You tell me all about how lonely you’ve been, how no other man quiet does it for you, and how your pretty little kitty needs some Hammer time.’ Okay that may been a little over the top but he really couldn’t help himself. He waited breathlessly to see what her reply would be.

  ‘None of that’s true.’

  ‘Maybe not in real life, but in my personal fantasy it’s the Gods honest truth, baby.’

  ‘I see. What else happens?’

  ‘We end up switching places and it’s your turn to get in trouble for being naughty. Let’s just say we both take our punishments like grown-ups.’

  ‘I always did like your punishments, big guy.’

  Now she’d slipped up and used her favorite endearment for him. ‘Well, kitten. In my fantasy, I pull up your nice little pencil skirt and nail your sexy ass to the wall.’

  ‘You’ve done that before.’

  ‘Yea, and you loved it.’

  ‘Too bad we can’t do that kind of thing anymore.’

  ‘You sure about that, kitten?’

  ‘Not interested in being your whore, Mr. Hark.’

  Shit, they were back to surnames. That sucked. ‘Why don’t you give me your very last time slot of the day and we’ll just see about that, Ms. Stuart?’

  ‘4:45 pm.’

  ‘See you then, kitten.’

  Hammer closed his phone and began planning his next move. He’d decided he was getting his pretty little bitch back and that’s all there was to it.

  Chapter 33

  Faculty Senate Day

  Hammer strolled into Alina’s classroom right on time for his 4:45 pm appointment. He’d worried about going shirtless with just his black leather vest covering his chest. The ripped jeans had been a no brainer. Alina loved the way they hung low on his waist. Hadn’t she mentioned something about liking the way they made his butt look? He’d unbuttoned the top two buttons, displaying just enough of his happy trail to capture her attention. He prayed he wasn’t off base with this hair brained scheme.

  Closing the door behind him, he turned to look at her. At first glance, he knew he’d been right on target. Sitting at her desk she was wearing a pretty tailored suit with a pencil skirt. Her pretty pale hair was piled on her head in a messy cute style that always made him hard for her. As his eyes traveled down her body, he realized several things at once. She was sitting in a rolling desk chair. When she slid out slightly to greet him, he saw that her skirt had a slit all the way up to the hip.

  Hammer felt himself get immediately hard when he saw that underneath that skirt she was wearing thigh high stockings and her shoes had the really high heels that gave her calves a sexy curve. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that her blouse was showing a lot of cleavage and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Clearly, she’d dressed with his fantasy in mind.

  Stalking over to her, he slid into the chair she’d pulled up beside her desk. Even with the top couple of buttons open, he’d had to do a slight adjustment to his junk in order to sit comfortably. That seemed to please her, if the little smile on her face was any indication. He whispered, “Sorry. I’m trying to be a good little boy.”

  Adjusting the classes on her nose she glanced down at his crotch. “Well, I must say that you are doing a pretty poor job.”

  Leaning back in the chair he wiggled a little until more of him popped out of his jeans. “Just trying to get comfortable so we can talk.”

  “What did you want to talk about?”

  “I suppose you heard about the arrests down at the dock.”

  Nodding she responded wearily. “Yes. I saw something about that on the news. There was something about a motorcycle club doing some horrible things to women.”

  “Yea well, we’re not all like that.”

  “Never thought you were. You have totally different vices.”

  Hammer shifted in his seat, pulling her chair towards him slightly. “About that. It’s been brought to my notic
e that I can be a bit of a suspicious prick at times, particularly about women. I’m saying it’s true but there might be a grain of truth there.”

  Folding her arms over her chest only served to push up her cleavage slightly, giving him an even better show of her womanly assets. “And just what are you planning to do about that?”

  Licking his lips, Hammer reached inside his jean pocket. His large hand closed around a tiny ring box and he sat in on the desk beside her. “I guess it’s time to let you know that I’m fuckin’ head over heels in love with you and I want you with me from here on out. I need you and my son needs you as well.”