Biker Daddy (A Rogue Tide Motorcycle Club Romance)

by Nikki Wild

  “Never, luv, never,” he whispered in my ear. “Your pussy is like heaven, how could I ever stop fucking you?”

  His cock throbbed hotly inside me, his pace quickening as he fucked into me over and over, his thrusts harder and faster as he began pounding into me. My pussy gripped around him, rhythmically pulsing against him with each thrust, our bodies rocking together with one mission, one goal, one common purpose.

  I cried out, my head lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, his cock hammering into me. Our bodies melted together, the two of us lost in a tangling of tongues and hands and limbs. Deeper and deeper, his cock drilled into my pussy, faster and harder, until our bodies were working together like a perfectly oiled machine, the pleasure and the pain mixing together into one ecstatic release as we crashed over the edge. Shuddering, he stiffened, his cock swelling inside of me as we came together, our cries echoing through the room as we lost ourselves in the blissful magic.

  Breathless, he pulled away and lay beside me, pulling me in close to his side.

  “That was —,” I began.

  “Shhh!” he said, lowering his lips to mine. “I’m not finished…”

  Twenty

  LIAM

  Shaggin’ Catherine was fucking amazing. I couldn’t get enough of her. Except that she’d fallen asleep not long after the third time and now I was ready for more. I untangled myself from her slumbering body, and looked down at her, and what a sight she was. Moonlight threw shadows over her body as she lay spread out on the bed like a fuckin’ beautiful angel.

  Everything about Catherine was different than the chicks I was used to waking up next to. She was a woman. She was sure of herself and strong. I was shocked she was allowing me to put my cock anywhere near her, in fact. I didn’t deserve a woman like this in my life. She didn’t deserve a disaster like me in hers.

  But here we were. And there she was lying there like a fuckin’ beautiful painting. She looked almost as good as she’d felt, and as I stood over her, watching her sleeping so peacefully, I knew I’d want to remember this moment forever. I took a mental picture, then remembered that damned cell phone that Ian forced me to carry had a camera on it. A real picture would be even better.

  I dug through my jeans for my phone, but couldn’t find it. I walked out into the living room of the suite and spotted Catherine’s purse lying on the table, her phone falling out of it. Mine was nowhere in sight, so I grabbed hers to take a picture of her. I’d have her send it to me later.

  I walked back into the bedroom, and couldn’t help but smile down at her. She was out like a light, but who could blame her? I’d fucked her so hard, she definitely needed time to recover. God, it had been so fuckin’ good to sink into her, finally, to feel her squirming under my touch. But, more than the physical intensity, more than the fact that our bodies fit together like gloves, it felt good just to be near her, to talk to her. There was so much more to it than fucking, and it’d been a long time since my relationship with a woman was more than fucking. Not since Ally. And that was so long ago.

  I pushed thoughts of Ally away, and focused on the beauty that lay sprawled out before me. My cock hardened as I watched her beautiful breasts rise and fall with her steady breathing. I pulled up the camera on her phone and focused in on her and snapped the picture. I took a few more, and then stopped to flip through them.

  God, she was so fuckin’ beautiful, I couldn’t wait till she woke up and we could start all over again. We still had a few hours before we had to be back on the bus, and I was sure I could fuck her at least three more times before then. If only she’d wake up. Each time tonight had felt better than the last. I felt like we were really getting to know each other, and it felt good to be with someone that I knew I’d see again. In fact, it felt good to be with someone I trusted and liked enough to be able to let go and be myself for a little while, forget the ridiculous public persona I’d invented.

  I froze when I flipped too far, sliding past the pictures I’d taken of her. There was a picture on her phone that was taken from far away, but the setting was unmistakable. I zoomed in on the picture and my heart sank.

  The hospital. The park. The little boy I’d been reading to next to the pond. I couldn’t believe my bloody eyes!

  Had she followed me? I’d told her there was no press allowed, and yet there was no other explanation. The picture was proof. She’d betrayed me.

  For fuck’s sake, though, I thought, what did I expect? She’s a fuckin’ reporter. Of course, she’d betray me. I was a bloody fuckin’ idiot for trusting her in the first place!

  I deleted the pictures I took of her, and put her phone back in her purse. I felt like an asshole. I’d slipped, and that’s what I got for it. That’s what I got for thinking anyone would be interested in me for me. She only wanted a good story. She didn’t give a shit about my privacy.

  I cursed myself as I threw on my jeans. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen, and sat on the couch, leaving sleeping beauty in the bedroom.

  There was only one person in the whole fuckin’ world I could trust, and I’d do damned well to remember that. Not Ian, not Matt, not Rhys or Rocket or Slade, and certainly not Catherine. That person was me.

  I poured the whiskey down my throat and laid down on the couch. My eyes closed just as I vowed to myself to never slip up again.

  It doesn’t matter that I was beginning to like her. It doesn’t matter that every time I see her my cock stands at attention. It didn’t matter that she was the most beautiful fuckin’ woman I’d ever seen, either.

  I was always going to be me, and because of that, getting close to someone was out of the bloody question.

  Twenty-One

  CATHERINE

  Darkness greeted me when I opened my eyes. I reached out for Liam, but he wasn’t there. Wrapping the sheet around me, I padded out to the living room and saw him fast asleep on the couch. To my disappointment, I saw he’d put his jeans on. I wasn’t done with him, not by a long shot, and I wanted those jeans back in a pile on floor.

  Smiling, I dropped the sheet and crawled up his body, kissing his stomach, his chest, his neck, until he stirred. His arms wrapped around me and I trailed kisses along his jawline. His cock swelled against my hip, the sweetest invitation ever. Slowly, I made my way back down, unbuttoning the top button of his Levi’s and then pulling down firmly, the rest giving way in a satisfying chorus of pop’s.

  And then, the real gift.

  The real masterpiece.

  Liam’s hard cock was divine. My hands gripped his shaft firmly and I brought my mouth down over him. He groaned, his hands finding my head and gently tangling his fingers in my hair as I slid my lips up and down, my tongue twirling around him, my fingers gripping him tightly. He growled, pulling me off of him. He grabbed my arms and pushed me back on the couch, hovering over me as he slid his cock inside of me quickly.

  “Ah, for fuck’s sake,” he murmured as he slid inside. “I can’t fucking resist you.”

  Waves of electric pleasure washed over me, his cock pounding into me roughly, over and over, hammering into me until I was crying out, his name flying from my lips, echoing through the suite. His lips found mine, silencing me, my screams dying in his mouth. Passionately, he kissed me, fucking into me with savage abandon, his muscles rippling under my hands. My fingers trailed down to his ass, holding onto him, feeling the strength of every thrust, his tight ass tightening and moving under my touch.

  I shuddered below him, each powerful thrust pushing him deeper and deeper into me, my pussy quivering with pleasure, my body buzzing with intense hunger. No matter what he did, no matter how hard he slammed into me, no matter how much he gave me, my body begged for more. I pulled him closer, my thighs wrapping around his narrow hips, needing him deeper, closer, needing more of him, all of him.

  “Oh, Liam, don’t stop fucking me, baby, please don’t ever stop…” I cried.

  “Never,” he growled, his cock swelling inside of me. “I could come inside your
sweet pussy a million times and never be done, luv.”

  His words rippled through me, my pussy pulsing tightly around him, the pleasure ripping through me like a bullet.

  “Fuck me,” I hissed, “harder, Liam, I want all of you…” I’d lost all pretense of inhibition. I needed every inch of his cock, I needed everything he had to give me.

  “That’s a good girl,” he whispered in my ear, his cock pushing into me deeper, “you like my cock, luv?”

  “I fucking love it, Liam,” I cried. His hot breath on my ear, followed by the lips that seared my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin and the feel of his cock burrowing deeper and deeper, pushed me into blissful oblivion. My thighs gripped his hips tighter, holding him still inside of me as I crashed over the edge, my pussy spasming around him, my pleasure flowing over his throbbing cock. I whimpered below him, my body flailing wildly as I came.

  “That’s it, baby, that’s a good girl, come all over my cock, luv, yes that’s it….” he captured my mouth in his, kissing me deeply as I came in long, slow waves. When I’d relaxed, he began moving again, his cock even harder, even deeper, even bigger as he pounded into me roughly. I looked up at him, his hair swinging around his face, his body moving like a fuck machine inside of me, his face hungry and savage with purpose.

  He fucked me hard, like a man starving for release. I opened my thighs, letting him take me, letting him use me to find his own pleasure, hoping the bliss that washed over his face as he exploded inside of me felt as good as he’d made me feel.

  He fell on top of me in a sweaty heap and I wrapped my arms around him. His cock still pulsing inside of me, my thighs pulling him close, holding him still and wishing I never, ever had to let him go.

  Twenty-Two

  LIAM

  I wasn’t going to fuck her again. I was just going to wait it out, let her finish her stupid story, and be done with her. I’d fallen asleep on the couch, figuring I’d get up early and leave before she woke up. But then her mouth wrapped around my cock and there was no resisting. All my good intentions went out the bloody window and I couldn’t help but fuck the living daylights out of her.

  And for fuck’s sake did it feel amazing.

  Her body was like a fucking amusement ride that I never wanted to get off of. Her breasts, her stomach, her tight little pussy that gripped me like there was no tomorrow….her eyes flashing at me as she came around me, the blush that crept up her neck, the way she smiled when it was all over. Fuck me, I couldn’t say no to all that. If I had, my cock would surely have come to life and found a way to murder me in my sleep.

  As we made our way back down to the tour bus, I wished to hell this bloody tour was over. I wished there wasn’t another show, another day in America, enduring Ian’s death glare and trying to get through a few hours without shoving my cock back inside Catherine.

  It wasn’t easy, for fuck’s sake.

  Well, fuckin’ her was easy, sure. But everything else I could do without.

  Like the one annoying fact that kept seeping back into my head. That fuckin’ picture on her phone. I hadn’t mentioned it after we shagged again, not sure exactly how to bring it up now that I’d fucked her again. I didn’t exactly have an opening but I figured I’d bring it up later.

  I was still pissed, don’t get me wrong. I just wanted to keep shaggin’ her. Yeah, I know it’s fucked up, but we’re talking about me here. The asshole, the loser, remember? The bad boy?

  Yeah, you do.

  So does everyone else, I see, when we walk up to Ian and the rest of the crew. Catherine had insisted we make it down on time, so that Matt or Ian didn’t come up to retrieve us and find us with my cock buried ten inches inside of her. I’d relented, but not without an argument.

  We compromised when she promised we could continue fuckin’ on the plane.

  Yes, a plane, thank God. Today, we were hoping on a plane to Colorado. It’s an ungodly drive from Philadelphia to Red Rocks, where our next gig was, and there was no way in hell I was staying on the bus for twenty-six hours. Ian, Rhys, Slade, Rocket, and Matt would be flying with us. As much as I wished I had my own plane, I wasn’t that much of a rich asshole just yet. The label chartered a private plane for all of us, so at least we didn’t have to fly with the public. When I did have to do that, it was a nightmare. Everyone from the pilots to every last damned passenger wanted to sneak ‘just one picture’ with Ian and I. It was annoying and time-consuming, but I tried my best not to be a dick to the fans. Not a day went by when I didn’t realize that we were nothing without them.

  We had a completely different back line already being set up and waiting for us in Red Rocks. The rest of the crew and our equipment would catch up later. But first, we all had to cram into a limo and make it to the airport on time.

  I’d greeted everyone briefly as we hoped into the limo, grateful to see that Ian had apparently declined to talk to me at all this morning. That was so much easier than fighting with him.

  As much as I loved getting under his skin, today I had nothing on my mind but fuckin’ Catherine and I wanted to get in the plane and in the air as quickly as possible, so we could lock ourselves away and get after it. Ian and Rhone sat quietly in the corner, and Rhys and Rocket sat across from us. I glanced over at Rocket and saw him staring at Catherine. That horny bastard, I thought. I’d have to put him in his place later, but for right now, let him stare.

  Hell, I’d be staring, too, if I didn’t have to wrench my neck sideways to see her. Instead, I had these two to look at, and they looked like hell. They’d probably been partying way into the morning, and if it weren’t for Catherine, I’d have been partying with them. I can’t count the number of times we’d all woken up in various states of undress, hungover, and with no memory of all at what had occurred the night before.

  The fact that I wasn’t with them last night was a clear indicator of who I was with. So the fact that Rocket was still staring at Catherine, knowing full fucking well that I was shaggin’ her by now, pissed me off. And that was the weird part. With any other woman, I’d wouldn’t have cared. In fact, I’d gladly passed off many women Rocket’s way, just to be done with their clingy asses myself.

  But not this time.

  I wasn’t about to share Catherine with anyone. And what the fuck did that bloody mean? Who had I become in the short few days since I’d met her? This was absurd, even to me. And to be honest, the whole fuckin’ thing was so foreign, I didn’t really know how to handle it.

  So, I did what I always do.

  I didn’t fuckin’ handle it at all.

  Reminding myself that even if I was feeling possessive of her, she still wasn’t mine, and as much as I loved bangin’ her, she still couldn’t be trusted.

  She and Rhone chatted quietly as the rest of us sat sulking in our own silent tortured artist bullshit thoughts. I looked around at each of my bandmates, and saw nothing but misery on their faces. Except the horniness on Rocket’s, that is. He was practically undressing Catherine with his eyes at this point. Fuckin’ wanker. But whatever. The rest of them were miserable, and why the fuck was that?

  Was it me? Did I make us all miserable?

  I was a salty motherfucker, most of the time. I did have a habit of ruining all the good times we had with my bouts of drunkenness. I was a selfish prick.

  I knew all this.

  But up till now, I hadn’t really given a shit what anyone thought.

  My gaze landed on Catherine again, and I wished I could trust her. It’d be nice to have someone to talk to that was outside of the Electric Horses circus. But I couldn’t.

  My eyes raked over her curves and my cock throbbed in my pants. At least I could still fuck her, I thought. I’d just have to keep my thoughts to myself, just like I always did.

  I shifted in my seat, memories of her moans playing in my head.

  Twenty-Three

  CATHERINE

  ‘Good girl, good girl…’

  Liam’s words echoed in my head, keeping
my body in a constant state of arousal. All I could do was cross and uncross my legs over and over again to try to keep from losing my ever lovin’ mind. What had he done to me? There was something about the way he talked to me, like he knew exactly what I was thinking and wanted, the way he touched me with such gentle and yet totally firm confidence, the way he whispered those two words in my ear….’good girl, good girl’….goddammit, I’d never been left yearning for anyone so intensely after fucking them all night.

  He was the most dynamic lover I’d ever had, and that was saying a lot. I’d been around the block a time or two myself, with a variety of men that I’d slept with along the way.

  Nobody had been like Liam.

  He had charm, charisma, and heaping amounts of sex appeal that could peel the panties off any woman. My body was reacting to him so strongly, it was unnerving. At any given moment, I wanted to jump back on his cock and run away from him in horror all at the same time. I was terrified. If he could incite such a reaction from my body, I knew my heart would be following not far behind.

  And that was, without a doubt, a very bad idea.

  My pussy disagreed strongly.

  Sitting in the limo with everyone on the way to the airport, I was sure everyone could see how turned on I was. I was sure the fact that I had been fucking Liam all night was written all over my face. My nipples, like hard pebbles under my blouse, weren’t doing anything to hide the fact that I was buzzing with desire.

  So much for being a professional, I thought. Professionalism had dropped out of sight with my resistance. So far, I’d learned a lot about Liam, but most of it I couldn’t use. I certainly couldn’t use the story about Ally, or the kids at the hospital, and I certainly couldn’t write about the immensely skilled cock that I had gotten to know so well already.