Taming The Biker (MC Biker / Bad Boy Romance)

by Cassie Alexandra

  “What?” she asked, frowning.

  I just shook my head.

  “Don’t be a buzz-kill,” she replied, pulling at a paper towel. “Seriously.”

  “Whatever. You know how I feel about it. Anyway, it’s your life.”

  “You’re right. It is. Let’s go,” she replied, walking out of the bathroom.

  When we made it back to the table, I noticed that Jason and Tiffany were on the dance floor, their hands all over each other. Thinking he’d been attracted to me, I felt a twinge of disappointment. I brushed it off and concentrated on the drink the waitress had brought, and listening to Gary ramble on about how his girlfriend had left him the week before.

  “Your girlfriend left you?” repeated Krystal, knocking her knuckles on the table. “Why?”

  “She thinks I have a drinking problem,” he said, smiling sheepishly.

  Krystal tilted her head and smiled up at him. “Do you?”

  He shrugged. “No. Maybe. I don’t know. I’m in college. I’m supposed to get drunk and have fun, right?”

  “Exactly… I’ll drink to that,” she said and then quickly drank half of her cocktail. She set it back on the table and shuddered. “Whoa, now that’s what I call a good fucking Mai Tai. Hey.” She looked at Brian, who was standing next to Lucas and talking about football. “You want to dance?”

  “Sure,” he said, smiling. He set his drink down and then held out his arm. “Don’t hate me if I step on your toes.”

  She stood up and slid her arm through his. “I’m not worried about it. Monica?” she asked as a new song started, something with a faster beat.

  “No, I’m fine right here,” she said. Monica hated dancing.

  Krystal looked at me and I shook my head.

  “I’ll dance with you guys,” said Gary, setting his drink down as a new song started. “I love this one.”

  “Okay, Gary. Let’s go, boys,” said Krystal, holding onto both of them. She looked back over her shoulder as they began walking toward the dance floor. “The rest of you are all a bunch of party poopers!”

  We waved at her.

  “Have fun!” I hollered.

  “Looks like she’s been partying enough for all of us,” replied Monica, twirling her straw around in her glass.

  “Oh yeah,” I answered.

  “It’s her birthday. That’s the point, right?” asked Lucas.

  “True. Hey, where’s Amber?” I asked, as Lucas sat between us.

  “She left,” they both said at once.

  I frowned. “Why?”

  Monica shrugged. “I don’t know. Something about Paul.”

  “Oh.”

  “So, it’s just the three of us party poopers” said Lucas, smiling as he leaned back in the chair.

  “Why aren’t you out there dancing?” I asked.

  “Two left feet,” he replied. “What about you?”

  “I don’t know. Just not in the mood, I guess.”

  He nodded toward my cocktail. “Drink up. I’m sure that will help.”

  I smiled and picked up the glass. “Thanks for the drinks, by the way.”

  “No problem. Jason bought this round. You want a shot? I’ll get you one.”

  “No. Like I was saying earlier, I need to be careful. I’m driving.”

  “Are you always careful?” he asked, his dark eyes sparkling.

  I could tell Lucas was flirting with me and he seemed like a nice guy. I just wasn’t interested. “When I need to be. Like now.”

  “Fair enough. What about you?” he asked Monica.

  “I have a son. I have to be careful.”

  I could tell from the look in his eyes that she was marked off of his “To Do” list.

  “So, tell us a little about yourself, Lucas,” I said, trying not to yawn. It wasn’t even eleven and I was already getting bored.

  “Not much to tell,” he said, looking toward the bar. “Oh shit.”

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, turning to see what he was staring at. There was a girl with two guys ordering drinks at the bar.

  He smirked. “Guess you could call her an ex-girlfriend,” he said, nodding toward them.

  “The girl with the two guys?” I said.

  “Yeah. She’s completely nuts. If she sees me, she might freak out, which, I guess, is my cue to leave. I’m going to go and find Jason,” he said, getting up. “Let him know I’m leaving.”

  “Okay. Well, it was nice meeting you,” I said, feeling bad that his ex was so crazy that he couldn’t even be in the same bar with her.

  “Yeah,” agreed Monica. “Sorry we didn’t get a chance to talk more.”

  “Another time, maybe,” he said, looking at the girl again. Then his eyes met mine. He winked. “Enjoy yourself tonight.”

  “Thanks,” I replied.

  Still watching the bar, carefully, he took off toward the dance floor, leaving me and Monica alone.

  “Boy, that was weird,” said Monica. “He’s obviously afraid of her.”

  “She must be a real head-case,” I replied.

  “You never know. He might just be saying that. We don’t know him, either. He could be a real asshole.”

  “True.”

  She yawned. “I’m getting tired. I was up with Max early this morning.” Max was her five-year-old son. “He wasn’t feeling well. I hope I’m not coming down with anything. That’s all I need.”

  “I hear you,” I said, taking another drink of my cocktail. “Wow, this is strong.”

  “Don’t drink any more of it then.”

  I pushed it away. “Maybe I won’t.”

  “I envy you,” she said, sighing. “Not that I don’t love Max, hell, you know how much I adore that little guy, but there are days when I wish I would have been more careful.”

  Monica had gotten pregnant in high school and the boy who’d knocked her up, hadn’t wanted anything to do with the baby.

  “I’m sure. Thank goodness your mom didn’t freak out when you first told her about Max.”

  “She’s great. If it wasn’t for her, I don’t know how I’d have managed.”

  “You would have found a way. You’re a lot more resourceful and independent than you give yourself credit for.”

  “Thanks,” she said. “Still, I wish I could give him more, you know? He deserves it.”

  “He has his mother,” I said, “who loves him and that’s all he really needs. You’re doing great.”

  She smiled.

  “Plus, look at it this way, you’ll still be young when Max is old enough to get into a bar. You can buy him his first drink, and everyone will say what a hot MILF you are.”

  She laughed. “Right.”

  “He really is a great kid,” I said, thinking about his round little cherub face. “So sweet. You’re lucky to have him.”

  She nodded. “He is sweet. He must take after me because his father is a douche bag.”

  “Yeah he is,” I said, feeling a little dizzy. I put my hand up to my forehead. “Is it hot in here or just me?”

  “It’s a little hot,” she said, looking around. “But look at how many people are crammed into this joint.”

  “It’s packed, alright,” said Jason, who was suddenly standing next to me. “And there isn’t anywhere to move on the dance floor, there are so many bodies out there now.”

  “Hey,” I said, looking behind him. “Where is Tiffany?”

  “She’s dancing with Brian, Gary, and your friend now,” he said, sitting down next to me. “I needed a break.”

  “Lucas left,” said Monica.

  He ran a hand through his dark hair. “Yeah, I ran into him on the way back here.”

  Monica yawned. “I’m tired. I think I need some caffeine.”

  “Me, too. I’m feeling a little dizzy anyway.” I stuck my fingers in into my drink and grabbed an ice cube. “I knew I should have gone to bed earlier last night,” I said, rubbing it on my forehead.

  “Drink your rum and Coke,” he said, nodding towar
d the drink. “That will help cool you off.”

  “No. I’m done,” I replied, unzipping my purse to get to my wallet. “I think I’m just going to go and get a plain Coke.”

  “I’ll get it for you,” he said, jumping up.

  I looked up at him. “No. It’s okay. You already bought the drink. I feel bad for wasting it.”

  He waved his hand. “Are you kidding? Don’t worry about it. Would you like a Coke, too?” he asked Monica.

  “Yes. Please,” she said.

  “Okay. I’ll be right back,” said Jason, walking away.

  “He’s nice,” I said, watching him move around the busy bar, trying to find an available bartender.

  “Yeah. He’s cute, too.”

  I nodded and closed my eyes.

  “You okay?” she said.

  I opened my eyes. “Like I said before, I’m a little dizzy.”

  “There’s a lot of stuff going around,” she said. “Flu season, you know.”

  I scowled. “I hope it’s not that. Last time I had the flu I couldn’t get out of bed for three days.”

  “You and me both,” she said.

  Jason returned a few minutes later and handed us our sodas.

  “Thanks,” I said. “I think I really need this.”

  “Yeah, thanks,” said Monica, taking her soda.

  “No problem,” he answered, sitting down next to me.

  “I’ll be right back. I need to go to the bathroom,” said Monica, standing up.

  “Do you want me to come with you?” I asked.

  “No. I’m fine. I’m going to call my mom, too. See how Max is doing.”

  “Okay,” I said, as she walked away.

  “So, what do you normally do for fun?” he asked, watching me as I took another drink of the soda.

  “Not a whole lot,” I said, smiling. “With school and all.”

  “What are you going to school for?”

  I told him and we started talking about the classes I was currently taking.

  “What about you?” I asked.

  “I’ll tell you if you dance with me,” he said.

  I took another drink of the Coke. “I don’t know. I’m really not much of a dancer.”

  “Either am I. We’ll look goofy together.”

  “I doubt you’d look as goofy as me,” I said, finishing the rest of my soda. Besides, he looked pretty comfortable dancing with Tiffany earlier.

  He stood up. “Come on, let’s dance. You might feel better.”

  “What about Monica?” I said, looking toward the bathrooms.

  “She’ll figure it out.”

  Before I could protest any more, he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the dance floor.

  “There they are!” he hollered, pointing toward Krystal and the others.

  We made our way over to where they were dancing and Krystal squealed when she saw us.

  “I can’t believe it. You’re dancing!” she hollered, as the music changed and Jennifer Lopez’s song, “On the Floor” began to play.

  “I love this one!” yelled Gary, who was sweating and dancing next to two girls, who looked annoyed more than anything.

  “Me, too!” cried Krystal.

  “I need a drink,” said Brian, pulling Krystal away from me. “You should get one, too. Cool off!”

  “But I want to dance with Adriana,” she protested.

  “Fine. Let’s have a quick drink and come back out, Birthday Girl!” he hollered over the music. “If you don’t keep drinking, you’re going to get sober. You don’t want that, do you?”

  She laughed. “When you put it that way...”

  “Exactly.”

  “You okay, Adriana?” asked Krystal, moving toward me.

  I nodded. “Just a little warm.” It wasn’t helping that I was now on the dancefloor with dozens of other people.

  “Where’s Monica?” she asked, leaning in to me.

  “Bathroom,” I said, feeling lightheaded. “Where’s Tiffany?”

  Krystal pointed and I saw that Tiffany was dancing with a guy that looked familiar.

  “Isn’t that one of her ex-boyfriends?” I asked.

  “Yup. Oh,” said Krystal as Brian grabbed her arm again and hauled her away. She laughed. “I guess I’ll see you soon!”

  “You okay?” asked Jason, who was now staring at my face with concern.

  Suddenly it was hard to focus and the room began to spin. “Oh, wow. I’m so dizzy. We should go back, too.”

  “Nonsense,” he said, grabbing me by the waist. “I’ll take care of you.”

  “You know… I… I don’t… feel so good,” I said, my tongue thick.

  “You mentioned that your drink was really strong,” he said. “It must be hitting you now.”

  “But, I didn’t drink… much,” I slurred, staring up into his eyes. “This is… weird.”

  “You’re going to be fine. I’ll take care of you,” he said, holding me close.

  I clung on to him, afraid that I was going to fall or possibly even pass out. “I... please…I need…”

  “I know what you need,” he whispered in my ear before everything went black.

  Chapter Six

  I woke up to find Jason helping me into the backseat of someone’s car.

  “What’s going on?” I mumbled, trying to focus.

  “I’m giving you a ride home,” he said, smiling at me. “You can lie down if you want.”

  I tired looking outside, but it made me dizzier. “I don’t remember leaving the club.”

  “I walked you outside to get some fresh air. You were barely coherent.” He said something else, but I nodded off.

  When the door slammed shut, I opened my eyes again and watched him walk around to the driver’s side door. He got in and started the car.

  “Where’s Krystal?” I asked, feeling sick to my stomach. I rolled down the window to let some fresh air in.

  “She’s fine. She wanted me to take you home. You do want to go home, right? I mean, I can take you back inside if you’d prefer.”

  Bile rose to the back of my throat and I swallowed it down. I felt horrible and still so dizzy. I closed my eyes and curled up on the seat. “No. I just want to go home,” I said, laying my head down. “Thanks, Jason. You’re… so… sweet to do this...”

  “You’re welcome.”

  ***

  The next time I woke up, I was sitting up and Jason was in the backseat with me. One of his hands was under my sweater, the other one was trying to get inside of my jeans.

  “Hey,” I slurred, pushing him away. “What are you doing?”

  “Shh...” he said, trying to kiss me. “Relax. I’m going to make you feel really good.”

  I put my hand on his chest, stopping him. “Don’t.”

  Ignoring me, he grabbed my hand and put it on his bulging zipper. “Come on, baby, I’m so hard for you,” he said. “Feel that?”

  I removed my hand and shoved him firmly in the chest. “What the hell are you doing? You asshole!”

  He stiffened up. “What in the fuck is your problem?”

  “Me? You’re acting like some kind of… rapist!” I yelled.

  His face turned white and this time he backed far away from me. “No, I’m not. You were the one who was all over me! Now you’re freaking out? What, are you, some kind of a psycho?”

  “No,” I said, trying to think back. Everything was hazy. The last thing I remembered was him promising to bring me home. “You’re lying.”

  Jason glared at me. “I’m lying? You’re completely nuts! I was going to drive you home and you had your hands all over me. Said you wanted me to come back there and fuck the shit out of you. So I pulled over. Now, you’re accusing me of rape? What is wrong with you?”

  I touched my forehead. My head was pounding and I was confused. Fuck the shit out of me? That certainly didn’t sound like something I’d say. But to be honest, I really couldn’t remember anything. “No,” I said, frightened. “You have to be makin
g this up.”

  He laughed coldly. “I see how it is. You’re just a cock-tease. Coming on to me and then crying ‘rape’. Fuck this.”

  Thoroughly baffled, I tried to think back, but I couldn’t even remember leaving the club. But, I had. Had I also come on to him?

  “Please, just take me home?” I asked, trying not to cry.

  “Why should I take you home? I’m a rapist, remember?” he said sharply.

  “Look, I’m sorry,” I said, not knowing what to think anymore. “I just want to go home.”

  He sighed. “After the way you’ve treated me? You think I should just drive you home now?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Honestly, I feel like I’m the one who’s been raped.”

  I felt so nauseous and wondered what the hell was wrong with me. “I said I was sorry,” I said, trying not to throw up. “Please, just drive me back to the club, if it’s closer. I’ll find Krystal or Tiffany. They’ll take me home and you’ll never have to see me again.”

  Jason’s face relaxed. “I can do that, if you prefer. But,” he leaned toward me and brushed a strand of hair away from my cheek, “I think you should try being a little nicer to me.”

  “Yeah. Sure,” I said, desperately trying not to be sick. “Whatever you want. If you’ll just drive me back.”

  “Whatever I want?”

  I didn’t say anything, I was too busy fighting the urge to puke.

  He cupped my chin and dragged his thumb across my lower lip. “I think you know what I want,” he whispered.

  I could hear him unzipping his jeans and my stomach rolled. Instead of getting the blow job he obviously wanted, I leaned over and threw up all over his lap.

  ***

  “You asshole!” I cried as Jason threw my purse out the window and it landed in the gravel. I picked it up and glared at him.

  “Have fun walking,” he shouted before speeding way.

  Trembling, I looked around the empty parking lot, trying to figure out where I was. From what I could tell, I was at some kind of rest-stop. Unfortunately, it was dark and there wasn’t anyone around.

  I opened up my purse, grabbed a couple of tissues, and wiped my mouth. The jerk had gotten so pissed off at me for puking on him that he’d pushed me out of the car, totally abandoning me. Fortunately, most of the vomit had landed on him and all I was left with was the horrible taste in my mouth.