by K E Osborn
Shaking my head, I pull out my mobile and open up the message application and go to Willow’s name. I scroll back to find her pic, and I smile looking at her beautiful face. It simmers my nerves slightly. I wish she were a bit tougher. Just a little more worldly, so she could handle this life. This bitch has really gotten under my skin. I want her. It’s probably because she is so pure. So innocent.
Yep, the unattainable.
I gnaw on the inside of my cheek and start to think. It’s Saturday, she wouldn’t be working. She’s probably at home. I stand up abruptly and Cassius looks up at me.
“Don’t look at me like that boy, I’m not being weird,” I say to him and he slumps his head back down on the lounge with a grunt.
Making the quickest decision I’ve made in a long time, I take a deep breath and walk out to my Hog. Throwing my leg over, I pull out my phone again and look at the messages from Willow. I search for the one with the address and once I’ve memorised it, I do a quick Google maps search and then don’t hesitate. I start my engine and pull off out of the compound and onto the street.
I need to see her.
A glimpse.
That’s all I need to get me by.
***
Riding along the streets of Willow’s suburb, I can’t help but notice this is a beautiful neighbourhood. Pulling onto her street, on one side is a row of houses and on the other is a great big park with lots of greenery. I smile, this will help me with my plight tremendously. Looking at the numbers of the houses and remember hers is number seven. Seeing number one, I turn off my engine and hop off my bike walking it up onto the path and into the park. Feeling a bit like the creeper that I am right now, I subtly steer my bike up behind a bush and park it in front of house number seven. The house is small, more like a villa, and is of sandstone construction with white window frames and a bloody white picket fence. It’s so innocent and perfect looking, I almost cringe. In the front is a big bay window, and there are no curtains or blinds and I can see straight into her lounge room.
The lights are on, but I can’t see her anywhere. As I peer past the bush, a cracking sound splinters through the silent evening sky, and I duck then realise I’ve stepped on a twig. I mentally slap myself.
“What are you doin’?” I murmur to myself as I take a deep breath and cautiously look back up to see that no one heard the breaking twig and is aware of my snooping.
I chew on my bottom lip and contemplate doing a ding dong ditch. But I’m a grown fucking man, and standing in the shadows waiting for her to come into her front room—watching her from afar—is far stealthier than ringing her doorbell and running away like a coward.
My palms are sweaty as I rub them down my jeans and my heart races fast against my chest. This is all kinds of wrong. But I just want to see her, just one glimpse then I’ll go. I really don’t want to get busted standing in the bushes watching a woman’s house, because a biker doing this and getting caught? Well, I hate to think about those consequences. Plus, I feel kinda stalkerish right now!
My heart leaps into my throat as she finally walks into the front room wearing only a short dressing robe. Her hair is up in a messy bun with tendrils of gorgeous red hair falling down the sides of her face. She looks simply beautiful. My heart rate picks up its pace and my cock stiffens in my jeans. I take a step forward, stepping out slightly from the bushes to get a closer look.
She brings her leg up on the coffee table and her robe opens showing me her thigh right up to her hip. A low growl rumbles up through my chest as I rearrange my cock in my pants. A thought springs to mind, and it’s completely stalkerish, but I just have to have a memento of her right now, as she begins to rub some sort of cream into her leg. I quickly grab my phone from my pocket and open the camera. I zoom in to get the best possible picture to capture her perfectly. I press the button, and suddenly the flash goes off.
“Fuck!” I duck behind the bush as she flicks her head up and looks over my way. I almost fall over onto my bike as I rush like a fucking idiot to get back behind the bush. Willow peers out the window tightening her robe around her, as I duck down nearly knocking my bike over in the process. She leers as if she can see me and then she turns toward the coffee table and picks up her mobile.
“Shit!”
She brings the phone to her ear like she’s making a call, and my heart is racing a million miles a minute. I bet she’s calling the heat!
I glance around me looking for an easy escape route. There’s a bunch of trees lining the path, I could walk my bike that way and she wouldn’t see me leave. I turn back to look at her one last time and suddenly my phone starts ringing.
“Shit, fuckin’ fuck!” I quickly silence it as I look back toward Willow to see her peering out the window, and I wince as I wonder if I should answer it or not. I look down and it’s Willow—she’s fucking calling me.
“Crap!” I better answer it.
“Hey Flame,” I say trying to keep my voice to a soft tone, so she can’t hear me from across the park.
“Hey, Steel… um, quick question? Are you sitting in a park across from my house hiding in the bushes?”
Fuck!
CHAPTER EIGHT
I let out a flustered laugh and duck down further, hiding from her and starting to push my bike away from her house.
Fuck, I’m an idiot!
“What? No! Why would you think that?” I ask my voice sounding a little higher pitched than normal.
“Shit. I wish it was you. There’s some creeper out the front of my house. I think he took a picture of me. Crap! Now I’m actually a little scared. I thought it was you.”
I tense up and mentally slap my forehead. “Shit, okay. Well, if there’s some stalker pervert out the front of your house, you should close your blinds and step away from the window,” I say mainly trying to get her to stop looking out her window so I can make my getaway, but also to help ease her nerves.
“Steel, can you come over? What if he tries to come in the house?”
Shit!
What the fuck am I meant to do now? “Sure. I’m not too far away from your place. Just close the window, lock the doors. Stay inside, and don’t look out the window, okay? Don’t answer the door until you hear my voice. You got me?” I’m trying to sound like I’m angry that some pervert is watching her when all along the fucking pervert is me.
“Steel, please hurry.”
“I’ll be there real soon, babe.” I hang up and bash my phone against my forehead in frustration. “Fuckin’ idiot, dickhead, fucker!” I turn back to see her window blinds are now closed, and I can make my escape. I push my bike along the path and out the other side of the park. Shaking my head the entire way thinking to myself I’m the biggest fucking idiot on the face of this planet. Now I have to go and face Willow and comfort her from being stalked by a pervert, and it was me the whole fucking time.
Shit! I hope she never finds out about this!
I push my Hog down the side street and when I’m far enough out of sight, I hop on and straddle my bike finally able to kick it into gear. I rev the engine needing a bit of my testosterone back because that’s now scattered all over the God damned park, and I hammer down speeding through the back streets making my way to Willow’s villa.
When I arrive back at her place, instead of pulling up at the park, I drive up her driveway and pull up right near her front door. I figure I may as well try and fake my way through this as best as possible, so I stand tall and look over to the park as if I’m looking for the perpetrator.
Fucking hell, I feel like a dick!
“If you’re still out there you better forget this house. You better forget this woman. She belongs to me, and if you fuckin’ come here again takin’ happy snaps I’ll be only too pleased to snap your neck, you sick fuck!” I yell out and walk up to her door. She opens it before I have a chance to knock and I huff and shake my head at her.
“Flame, babe! Why are you openin’ the door? I told you to wait till you heard it was me,
” I reprimand.
“Well, I heard you yelling at the dick. So I opened the door. Is he gone?” she asks still hiding slightly behind the door.
I look over to the park just for good measure. “Yeah, I think so, babe. Are you okay?” I ask turning back to look at her.
She opens the security door and she’s standing there in her white silk robe. I have to try my hardest not to let my dick get out of control right now.
“I’m fine now you’re here. You were really quick,” she says grabbing my cut and pulling me to her. I smirk and step inside the house as she looks around like she’s nervous and closes the door behind me.
“Was just around the corner at a servo. I’m happy to help. Do you have any idea who it could have been?” I ask turning away from her feeling exceptionally guilty, so looking in her eyes could be a dead giveaway.
She exhales and takes up a seat on the white lounge suite. I walk in following her, the room is small but pristine, and I don’t want to touch anything in case I put dirt or grease on the immaculate white furniture.
“Well, honestly, I thought it was you. But I guess you wouldn’t be so weird as to snoop in the bushes outside a woman’s house taking pictures of her… would you?”
I laugh awkwardly shaking my head and shifting my weight from foot to foot. “What? Me? No! Not my style to be a stalker. That’s creepy.”
She tries to hide her smile and nods. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. So thank you for saving me from the real stalker. You’re my hero… again.”
She crosses her leg over the other and her robe falls slightly revealing some of her thigh. I inadvertently lick my lips as my blood starts to pump faster. I don’t know why this innocent little angel has such an effect on me.
“So would you like something to drink? Or eat? It’s the least I can do for you.”
I huff folding my arms over my chest not knowing what else to do, as I stand in her living room feeling completely out of place. She giggles and stands up sauntering over to me. Her red tendrils falling over her shoulders softly making me want to run my fingers through it.
“So biker boy? Beverage?”
I shake my head and she laughs. “You can relax you know. Geez, you’re tenser than a wrestler on steroids. You can actually sit down you know?” I exhale and look at the whiteness of the lounge and the dirt on my jeans.
“I’m not exactly white lounge material.”
She looks down at my jeans and smirks. “Sorry princess, I’ll get a towel for you.” She turns and walks through the small archway out of the room leaving me completely alone in the room. I inhale smelling the flowery scents of her home and it reminds me of her. Smiling as I look at the pictures on the wall—sophisticated paintings—and it reminds me of how totally opposite we actually are.
She steps back in with a dark blue towel and she strides past without looking at me and places the towel over the back of the lounge cascading it down over the cushion, so no matter how I sit no dirt will get on her lounge. “There, my dirty biker boy won’t mess up my lounge. Now sit, you’re making me feel uncomfortable with your standing like a statue.”
I chuckle and move over to the lounge sitting down and throwing my phone on the coffee table in front of me. Willow moves in and sits next to me, and I wish her robe would open up again so I could sneak a peek at her naked legs just once more.
“Squuueee.” A loud squeal echoes from the hall making me jump slightly. I sit up looking back to see a rodent of some kind racing through the lounge room at full speed, and running under my feet and toward Willow.
“What the fuck!” I jump up as Willow giggles and my heart starts to race. That’s the biggest rat I’ve ever seen, and the loudest too. I look around the bottom of the lounge and it lunges toward me again. I pull out Wesley and aim it at the rodent, but Willow screams and lunges at me. “Nooo,” she yells at the top of her lungs. I stop as the rodent halts its Speedy Gonzales routine and sits down in front of me.
“Stop Steel, don’t hurt her!” she says grabbing my hands and looking into my eyes.
My heart is racing. I hate fucking rats, and for a rat this thing is huge. I look at Willow furrowing my eyebrows and shaking my head putting my knife back in my pants.
“Um… no offense Willow, but you have one heck of a rodent problem.”
She throws her head back and laughs a full on belly laugh. Her tits jiggle up and down with her laughter, and I try my damndest to keep my mind on the situation at hand.
Big. Damn. Huge. Rat!
“Oh my God, Steel, you’re hilarious. She’s not a rodent, she’s Petunia. My teacup pig.”
I raise my eyebrows and smirk at the name Petunia, and then glance down at the rodent to see it’s actually not a rat at all, but the tiniest, smallest, miniaturist pig I’ve ever seen in my damn life.
“Well, fuck me!” I lean in closer to the pig and she actually looks like she’s smiling. The little thing’s actually all kinds of cute. It’s pink with black spots and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pig this small. “And Petunia…” I chuckle, “…lives in the house?”
Willow bites her bottom lip and nods.
“A pig? A filthy animal that rolls in its own crap lives in this pristine house?”
She giggles. “Well, Petunia is house trained and doesn’t roll in her own filth. She does, however, love to roll in the cushions. But she uses a litter tray, you know… like a cat.”
I open my eyes wide. “You’re shittin’ me?”
“I shit you not,” Willow says and it makes me want to lean forward and kiss the absolute hell out of her.
“You’re an enigma you know that?”
She shrugs and leans down petting Petunia on the head. “I like kids and pigs. That’s about all there is to me really.”
“And hot biker boys.” I wiggle my eyebrows up and down insinuatingly.
“Hmm… I guess so. Only if he’ll sit down and watch a clit shit movie with me.”
I laugh that she remembered my name for chick flicks. And I figure if she’s willing to give me the benefit of the doubt then maybe I should give a little here too. I smile and move past her to sit back down on the lounge. “Well then, what’s on?”
“Hmm… so many to choose from. What ones have you seen?” She makes her way back, sliding past me and sitting down next to me, closer this time so our legs are touching.
I wince and shake my head. “To be honest, Flame, I’m a biker. I grew up in the club. I’ve never actually seen any, except for maybe Beaches ‘cause my mother made me watch it with her when I was young but other than that the floor is yours. Hit me with the best clit shit movie of all time. Try and wow me to the dark side.”
She laughs and nods picking up a remote and hitting play on her Blu-ray.
“Don’t you need to put the disc in first, sweetheart?” I tease.
She smirks. “If it’s the best clit shit of all time, it should already be in the player.” She smiles and I shake my head.
What the hell have I gotten myself in for?
Just over two hours later, a teacup pig is cozied in the cushions on the end of the lounge and Willow is curled up next to me, cuddled into my side. A box of tissues lay between us and right now a mantra keeps playing through my head.
Do not cry.
Do not cry.
Do not cry.
Fuck this movie is sad, and I’m a tough as fuck biker. Fuck me, though, I do have a heart and as Willow blows her nose for the fifth time, I run my fingers over her arm softly. It’s taking all my strength not to break down like a baby and blubber. I’m watching Allie and Noah, their life and love is sending knots right through my stomach. I want a love like theirs, and all I want to do right now is pick Willow up and kiss the absolute fuck out of her. Love is not something I know, nor desire.
This movie is fucking with my head, and having Willow in my arms is fucking with my heart. I had every intention of leaving here and never seeing her again. She doesn’t belong in my world. I certainly don�
�t fucking belong in this world—this pristine world of teacup pigs and picket fences. I’m so out of my league I’d be ignorant to think that this has a snowman’s chance in hell of working. The credits roll for the movie and I sniff as Willow sits up blowing her nose again. She turns looking at me and starts to chuckle.
“I’m so sorry,” she says and I smile looking at her puffy eyes while thinking she’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.
“What for?”
“For falling apart. Doesn’t matter how many times I see it, it kills me every… single… damn… time.”
“It was kind of sad,” I admit.
“Yeah, but I don’t see you blubbering and using half a tissue box.”
“Yeah, but I have to be a man about these things. I have a macho look to uphold.”
She chuckles and clicks the remote, the dull hum of the volume fades to silence as the television switches off.
“This is your phone, right?” she asks picking up my mobile from the coffee table.
“Yeah.”
“Can I take a picture of us to capture your first clit shit moment?” she asks and I chuckle with a nod taking the phone from her. She slides into the nook of my shoulder and we join our heads together as I unlock my phone and set the camera up to take a selfie. We both smile and as I go to take the pic I lean in and kiss her cheek. She giggles as I take the photo.
“Cheeky monkey,” she says snapping the phone from me. I laugh as she studies the photo and then quickly slides the camera roll to the right. I tense up and go to grab the phone from her, but it’s too late.
“Ha! I knew it! I knew it was you!” she says sitting back and pointing at me with her eyes bulging out of her eye sockets and a hard stare on her face.
Fuck! I look down to see the picture I took of her from the park when she was moisturising her leg.
“I can explain,” I say as she raises her eyebrow at me and crosses her arms over her chest.
I suddenly have a thought. “Wait, did you want to take the photo just so you could see if I took the picture of you from the park?”
