Taming The Biker (MC Biker / Bad Boy Romance)

by Cassie Alexandra

  When I was done wiping my face, I walked over to a garbage can and threw the tissues away. Then I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Krystal. When she didn’t answer, I left her a voicemail and then a text. Next, I called Tiffany, but she didn’t answer either.

  “Dammit,” I mumbled, noticing that the battery on my phone was nearly dead, and it was almost two in the morning. As I considered who to call next, at such a crappy hour, I saw Raptor’s number.

  Fuck it, I thought. He was the one who told me to call if I had problems. This would definitely qualify. Sighing, I pressed the call button.

  Chapter Seven

  “Get the fuck out of here,” I ordered, shoving Brandy away from me. I’d found her waiting for me on my porch after leaving Griffin’s. She’d been sitting there, alone in the dark, just like always. Needing me to get her off before returning to her boss.

  Always loving a challenge, she ignored my anger. “Come on, baby, don’t be like that,” she pouted, snuggling up against me. She reached down, below my button and began caressing my cock through the fabric. “See, he already wants to come out and play.”

  “You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve,” I muttered, letting her stroke me. The truth was I was still hornier than a mother-fucker and needed to do something about it. I didn’t care for the whores at Griffin’s and with everything that had gone on at the club, there hadn’t been time to go looking for a woman who would take my mind off of Adriana’s tight little ass.

  “I’m sorry,” whispered Brandy, rubbing her tits against my chest. She was dressed in a skirt that barely covered her crotch and a tank top that displayed her fake breasts, the ones that I’d reluctantly paid for last summer. She’d hated her B-cups, said that they didn’t make her feel up to par with some of the other Old Ladies. Hell, I missed the old Brandy. The one before the fake boobs and even faker smiles. The one who’d promised to follow me to the moon and back.

  “You’re lucky I don’t fucking kick your ass off of my porch,” I replied in a husky voice. I looked around the neighborhood and noticed the other houses were dark. Most of my neighbors were in their twenties and thirties. Apparently, everyone was asleep or busy fucking each other. The thought made me even harder.

  “I know. I can’t help it, though. I need to feel you inside of me, Raptor. I miss you so much.”

  Should have thought of that before you fucked me over, I thought. “You miss me, huh? Tell me what you miss.”

  Brandy unbuckled my jeans and reached inside. “This,” she whispered, pulling out my cock, which was as hard as a rock. “Oh, my God, I miss this so much.”

  Looking up and down the street again, I pulled her further into the shadows of my porch. “Get on your knees,” I ordered.

  Brandy didn’t even hesitate. She got down and began sucking me off. As I watched her head bobbing and her lips sliding back and forth, I grabbed the railing behind me and closed my eyes. Instead of the lying bitch who was now getting me off, the one who’d cut me to the core with her cheating, I imagined the kitten with the green eyes and sexy smile. Adriana. Her tongue, circling the head of my cock, while she cupped my balls. Her hot, wet mouth, urging me on so she could suck me dry. It didn’t take long before my hips were bucking and I was shooting my load into her mouth. Adriana’s mouth.

  “That was fast,” said Brandy, wiping her lips.

  I opened my eyes and sighed. Not fast enough as far as I was concerned. I took off my T-shirt and wiped my dick off.

  “Mm… I love your muscles,” she said, running her hand over my chest.

  I didn’t say anything, I just stared at her, unable to believe I’d wasted two years with someone like her.

  “My turn, right?” she whispered, giggling nervously. “On the porch?”

  I smiled coldly. “Oh, I see. You want me to munch your box on my porch?

  Brandy leaned against the railing and spread her legs apart. Then she raised her skirt, exposing her hot-pink panties. The ones I’d purchased for her at Victoria’s Secret. “Yeah. Mm… I’m already wet just thinking about your tongue.”

  Grunting, I zipped up my jeans, bundled up the T-shirt, and walked toward the front door.

  “Raptor?” she pouted.

  I looked over my shoulder. “Don’t come back here again, Brandy.”

  “What the fuck? I just gave you a fucking blow job and you’re going to leave me here like this? I need to get off, too, Trevor,” she whined, calling me by my real name.

  “Get off?” I opened the door and walked inside. Then I turned to look back at her. “Why don’t you get off my damn porch and go home.”

  Her face darkened. “That’s not funny.”

  “Not trying to be,” I said. “Get out of my life and stay the fuck out this time.”

  She crossed her arms under her chest and smirked. “You’re just saying that. I know you.”

  She had me there. Last week I’d been so drunk, I’d even broken down and fucked her. But, I’d had enough. “Just like I thought I knew you. You made your bed, Brandy. It’s time to lay in it.”

  She dropped her hands and took a step toward me. “But, I want to lay in your bed,” she pouted. “Come on, baby.”

  I raised my hand. “Sorry, but I don’t allow whores in my bed. Not anymore. Thanks for the blow job, by the way. I’ve got a twenty in my wallet if you’re charging for it now.”

  She glared at me. “You asshole.”

  “I prefer ‘dick’ but you can call me whatever you want. Just don’t… call me baby,” I said, before shutting the door in her face.

  “Fuck you!” she hollered from the other side.

  Smiling to myself, I went upstairs and took a shower.

  ***

  Thirty minutes later, I was unwrapping a frozen pizza when my cell phone rang. Not recognizing the number, I answered it anyway.

  “Raptor?”

  My eyes widened. “Adriana? Is that you?”

  “Uh, yeah. Listen, I need a ride home.” She sighed. “You know what, I’m sorry to bother you. I should just call a cab.”

  “No. Wait,” I said, putting the pizza back in the freezer. “I’ll give you a ride. It’s not a problem. Where are you?”

  “I’m really not sure. Hold on.”

  “You at one of the clubs?”

  “No,” she laughed humorlessly. “Actually I’m at some rest-stop. There’s a sign over here. Hold on.”

  “What do you mean you’re at a rest-stop? Is Krystal with you?”

  “No.”

  “Where is she?”

  “I don’t know,” she said and then it sounded like she was crying. “Some guy brought me here. He said that he was going to take me home.”

  My gut clenched angrily. “What?”

  “Yeah. He, um,” she sniffed, “he tried making a move on me and I threw up on him.”

  I relaxed. “You did?”

  She laughed nervously. “I don’t even know what really happened or why I threw up. I mean, I hardly drank anything all night. Then I guess I passed out. When I woke up, he had his hands all over me.”

  “Where is this fucker?” I growled, wanting to kill the bastard. It sounded like Adriana had been slipped some kind of a date-rape drug. “The guy who did this to you?”

  “Jason? I don’t know. He left. Okay, I’m at Pinefield Rest Area. Do you know where that is?”

  “No,” I said, trying to calm down. “But, I’ll find it. I’m leaving right now.”

  “Thanks, Raptor,” she said softly.

  “Call me Trevor,” I said, surprised at myself.

  “Thanks, Trevor.”

  “Watch for me. I’ll get there as soon as possible.”

  “Okay.”

  Chapter Eight

  I hung up and went to the restroom facility to try and clean myself up a little, but it was locked.

  “Nice,” I mumbled, slinging my purse over my shoulder. I walked around the building to a picnic table and sat down. Then I took out a compact mirror and cringed at my r
eflection. My makeup was smeared and my eyes were red-rimmed from crying. Sighing, I tried to rub as much of the dark makeup off of my face before Trevor arrived and saw how awful I looked.

  Trevor.

  Although his street name Raptor was cool, I really liked his real name, Trevor. Plus, he seemed like a decent enough guy. When I’d told him about Jason, he sounded like he wanted to throttle the guy. It actually made me feel good. That and the fact that he was willing to drive out here to pick me up at such a ridiculous hour. I just hoped it wasn’t for sex. I wasn’t sure what I’d do if he took me back to his place and demanded I put out, to repay him. Like Jason. It was obvious Jason had wanted me to give him a blow-job. The idea started my stomach rolling all over again. Pushing away any more thoughts of that asshole, I shoved my mirror back into my purse and zipped it back up. Then I laid my head down on my arms. Fortunately, the fresh air and throwing up all over Jason had made my tummy feel better, but I was still so tired. So tired that I eventually nodded off again.

  I woke up hearing the sound of a motorcycle in the distance. Wiping the drool from my lips, I grabbed my purse, hurried over to the parking lot, and stood under a light. When I saw Trevor driving toward me on his Harley, I felt such a sense of relief that I almost started crying again.

  He stopped next to me and put his kickstand down, leaving the bike running. As he got off, I noticed that he wore only faded blue jeans and a black leather jacket without a shirt. His long hair was loose and windblown. In fact, he almost looked like he’d just gotten out of bed, but, truthfully, I’d never seen anyone look so good. At that moment, he was my knight-in-shining-armor and my stomach was all butterflies.

  “You okay, darlin’?” he asked, studying my face.

  I tried keeping a stiff upper lip, but it was hard. My emotions were all over the place. I was jittery, scared of what had happened with Jason, and yet so happy to see Trevor, that my legs felt like they were going to give out. “Yeah. I’m better. Now that you’re here and can give me a lift.”

  He looked around and then back at me. “He just dumped you off here? In the middle of nowhere?”

  I nodded and then felt my lip quivering.

  Trevor’s eyes softened. He opened up his arms and stepped toward me. “It’s okay, Adriana. You’re safe, now.”

  “Thanks,” I squeaked, as his arms wrapped around me. I closed my eyes, surprised at how much comfort a stranger could offer. But, he was big and strong and I could tell by the look in his eyes that his concern was genuine. It made me trust him that much more.

  After a few seconds, he released me and then walked back over to his bike. He opened up one of the saddlebags and pulled out another leather jacket.

  “Here,” he said, holding it out. “It’s chilly out here. You’re going to need it for the ride.”

  “Thanks,” I replied, grabbing the black jacket. I put it on and zipped it up. “Is this yours?”

  He smiled. “Yeah.”

  “It’s nice,” I said, running my hand over the soft leather. It looked expensive and new, almost like it had never been worn before. It also didn’t look like something a biker would wear. It was much more… formal.

  “My grandmother bought it for me a couple years ago for Christmas. She said I needed to have something classier to wear when I went out on dates,” he said and then chuckled.

  “Well, she has very good taste.”

  “She does.” His smiled turned grim. “She’s also one of the few people I know in my family who actually gives a shit.”

  “Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “It’s okay. I wasn’t asking for sympathy. I guess I was thinking out loud, again. I do that a lot.”

  “No problem. I do that, too.”

  He pushed his hair behind his ears. “So, where do you live, darlin’?”

  I bit my lower lip, thinking about how loud his Harley was. It would more than likely wake up every one of the blue-hairs in the neighborhood, and there were plenty. My mom would never let me hear the end of it. Plus, she didn’t like bikers. They scared her. Going home suddenly didn’t seem like such a great idea.

  “To tell you the truth, I don’t know if I should go home right now,” I said. “It’s late and my mom will wake up. I don’t want to have to explain…”

  He looked surprised. “You live with your mom?”

  I raised my chin. “Yeah. I’m in college. It’s easier and more affordable.”

  He chuckled. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Kitten. I’m not judging you. College is expensive.”

  I relaxed. “You can say that again. So, um, maybe you could drive me back to Krystal’s?”

  “That’s probably not going to work. I just spoke to Tank. Krystal’s at his house.”

  I sighed. “Really?”

  “Yep. She got a lift back to his place from some girl named Tiffany. Tank said Krystal had been under the impression that you were getting a ride home. I’m pretty sure she’s passed out now with all of the shit she had to drink.”

  “It was supposed to have been me who was going to give her a ride home. But,” I frowned, “I got sick and Jason was supposed to take me home.

  Trevor’s eyes hardened. “Obviously, that wasn’t the fucker’s only intent.”

  “Apparently not. I guess I can’t go back Krystal’s house then.”

  “No sweat. You can stay at my place,” he said. “In the guestroom, of course,” he said, when I gave him a doubtful look.

  “Are you sure?” I answered, not knowing if that was a good idea. But, he did say “guest” room.

  “Of course I’m sure,” he said. He got on his bike and kicked up the kickstand. “Let’s go.”

  I walked over and stood next to him, feeling nervous.

  “Hop on,” he said, nodding toward the seat behind him.

  “To be honest, I’ve never been on one of these before.”

  “Don’t worry, you’re going to love it.”

  I smiled weakly. “Okay.”

  “Just get on behind me. Wait a second,” he said, pointing to my purse. “Put this around your neck and shoulder. Then zip up the jacket.”

  I did what he said and then slid my leg over the seat, straddling the bike.

  “Put your feet there,” he said, pointing down to the footrests.

  “Okay. How’s your foot, by the way?”

  “It’s a little tender, but nothing to worry about.”

  “Good.”

  “I almost forgot, put this on,” he said, handing me a black helmet. “Just in case.”

  I slipped it on and buckled it.

  He grabbed one of my hands and put it around his waist. “Hold onto me tightly now. With both hands. I don’t want to lose you.”

  “Yeah, well, I don’t want you to lose me, either,” I replied dryly, putting both hands around him.

  “If it’s more comfortable, you can slide your hands under my jacket. You might get a better grip.”

  “Okay,” I replied, not seeing why it would make that much of a difference.

  When my hands touched his bare skin, he stiffened up. “Damn, you’ve got cold hands, Kitten.”

  “Sorry,” I said, enjoying how warm his skin was, not to mention how sexy his abs felt under my palms. I scooted forward until we were as close as could be and then laid my cheek against the back of his leather jacket.

  He patted my knee. “Let’s get you home.”

  Chapter Nine

  When Adriana’s hands touched my waist, it started a fire in my lower belly and made my zipper unbearably tight. I kept my cool, however. The last thing I needed was for her to realize that I wanted to bang the fuck out of her myself, after she’d almost been raped.

  “Damn, you’ve got cold hands, Kitten,” I said, gritting my teeth as her fingers slid over my skin.

  “Sorry,” she said, snuggling up against me.

  Releasing my breath, I patted her leg in reassurance. I wanted her to know that she was safe with me. I wasn’t like tha
t fuck-head, Jason. The one who was going to get his ass handed to him when I found the prick. “Let’s get you home.”

  “Okay,” she said, gripping my waist even more tightly as we began to roll.

  I pulled out of the parking lot, relishing the fact that the roads were empty and I had a beautiful woman on the back of my bike. The only thing that could make it better would be the feel of her hand sliding further south. I brushed the lewd thoughts away and tilted my face up toward the wind, hoping it would cool me the fuck down. Here, I’d just gotten my dick sucked an hour ago and my mind was still in the gutter. But, there was something so fresh and sexy about Adriana. Something that intrigued me so much that I was out rescuing her ass at two-thirty in the morning. This was surprising, even for me. Especially after my experience with Brandy.

  “You okay?” I hollered over the rumble of the engine as we turned onto the highway and began to pick up speed.

  Laughing, she raised her thumb.

  I smiled.

  The roads were clear on the trip back to my house, but I stayed the speed limit, even taking a longer route, just so the trip would last longer. Having her on the back of my bike and holding onto me like she was felt pretty fucking good.

  “I want one,” said Adriana, when I pulled up to my garage, fifteen minutes later.

  I smiled at her over my shoulder. “A motorcycle?”

  “Yes. Oh, my God, that was so amazing. I can’t believe I’ve never been on one of these before.”

  I turned off the engine. “It’s even more amazing during the day. Especially when you’re touring across the countryside with the sun in your face, your back against the wind, and the stereo cranked. It doesn’t get much better than that.”

  “It sounds like a lot of fun. Do you take many road-trips?”

  I ran my hands through my hair, wishing I would have worn it back in a ponytail. “Not enough.”

  “Huh.” She looked around my garage. “Wow, is that your Chevelle?”