EROTICA: The Biker's Girl (Biker Mystery Romance) (Erotic Bad Boy BBW BWWM Romance)

by Jolie Day

  He looked down at her and he saw the desire swirling in her eyes. He lowered himself to lie beside her as his hands traveled over her body. He caressed everywhere. Gliding his hand up he captured her breast in his hand and brought it to his mouth to lick it then suck the nipple into his mouth. He heard her gasp and smiled against her. She was delicious but he wanted to taste all of her. Leaning over her he balanced himself on his left arm and elbow as he ran his hand down over her stomach and using his pointer finger he circled her belly button. At her soft moan his hand traveled further. He took her mouth in a deep kiss as his hand traveled further to find that special bud of nerves and desire. He rubbed it with the tip of his finger then dipped it even lower to insert one finger inside her. Stroking, he added another finger. She was moaning into his mouth and he spread her legs wide so he could settle inside her. He looked down inside her eyes and smiled. She was panting deeply and her eyes were half closed in desire.

  He ran his finger over her clit. Catrina was swimming in ecstasy with heat spreading over her body. She didn’t know what to do. Her hands were gripping the sheets and moaning as she tossed her head back and forth. “Please. I need you now.”

  He slowly slid back up her body kissing it on the way. He positioned himself at her entrance and kissed her deep. She moaned deep as he pushed inside her to the hilt. She felt fuller than she had ever felt before. She broke the kiss to suck his ear lobe into her mouth. Moving her hands up she dug her fingers into his back as he started to move. There was something building deep inside her and she couldn’t fight it. Heat spread up through her body. She looked up at him as he increased his speed. He reached his hand under her leg to grab behind her knee and lifted it up for a better angle.

  He moaned deep and heard her throaty moan before she arched her back and climaxed. He followed her shortly after. They lay entwined in each other’s arms. She wasn’t sure what had happened really, they managed to go from one extreme to the next and she was unsure about… well everything. She was sure he had no interest in her yet laying here now proved otherwise. He was everything she hated, money, power and conformity and yet somewhere along the way she had grown attached to him, and his ways. The loving way he talked about his mother and the dedication to her father’s case had made him more attractive to her. She wanted him, and she wanted more from him than just this. She felt herself getting tired and she drifted off, but not before she felt his arms circle her waist and pull her closer to him.

  She awoke the next morning to find herself alone in bed. Looking around she instantly became disappointed. He may have realized exactly what had happened. Just then the door opened and Christopher walked in carrying a tray with two Styrofoam cups and a bag.

  “Good morning.” He smiled but she noticed that the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

  “Good morning.”

  “I can cook some Asian food, but that’s all I got so I went and found breakfast.”

  “Ok.”

  They ate in silence and nothing was said about the night before. She wondered what would now happen. Would he leave and never come back? She had more than a few questions but there was a part of her deep down that didn’t want the answers. She glanced up at him and knew the time had come.

  “I don’t expect anything from you, Christopher, if that’s what you’re thinking. I know better. I know about you being a playboy and I also know I’m not like the other women. Whatever reason this happened, I am ok with that, but we don’t have to talk it to death.”

  “So that’s it then, you decided not to talk and then it gets dropped. Did it ever occur to you that I may actually WANT to talk about it? Yes, I know I have a reputation, but I’m still a human being.”

  “Fine then, let’s talk about it.” She crossed her arms around her chest and he froze.

  “I can’t.” He whispered the words and she looked down to see that nothing but a sheet, which was barely hanging on to her curves.

  She waited as he moved towards her. He had a skill about managing to get to her in just the right time. He stood in front of her and he pulled the sheet from her frame. She felt the cold of his belt buckle against her stomach and she waited for him as he undressed slowly. Neither of them said a word, simply waiting for the other to say or do something but they didn’t. He suddenly slid his hands into her massive hair and pulled her mouth to his crushing and bruising her lips. They were flesh on flesh and neither of them knew what to say, only how to feel.

  This was what they found comfort in and where they were most compatible. She didn’t need his words to comfort her, she only needed to feel his hands on her body. She reacted to his every movement, the heat radiating from him into her. He found her breasts in his hands and tugged playfully at her aching nipples as he kissed her neck nibbling his way down her body. Nothing else mattered but the two of them right now. He left no part of her untouched as he loved her. It was different this time, more relaxed and slower than the night before. It was almost loving and deliberate.

  “We should stop, Christopher.” She whispered it to him as his mouth continued to travel the length of her body.

  “I can’t…not with you Trina, I can't.” He moved his mouth on her, then found her most secret place. She arched her back once more as he loved her with his mouth, giving her the ultimate pleasure. She found release and she yelled it out as she felt him move up and push into her once more. He filled her completely. Had he been any larger it would have been too much. She felt him moving and moaning her name. He found a rhythm and she moved with him. No matter what may happen next they had each other and they had right now. He climaxed with such force she shuddered with him. The two lay on the bed facing the ceiling, neither able to speak. Finally he rose up to tell her exactly what he was feeling.

  “Listen, Catrina I need to tell you something…” Before he could finish she could hear her father calling her name.

  She looked at him and they both scrambled to get dressed.

  “Hey dad, I’ll be out in a minute.” She struggled back into her jeans and blouse and noticed he wasn’t moving but simply watching her get dressed.

  “Stop staring at me like that, get dressed.” She threw his shirt at him and he smiled at her.

  Eventually, she made her way into the living room. Her father had made his way over to the television. She smiled. He often would just show up, but why today? At least he had saved her from hearing what Christopher had to say. He had to tell her something, and she already knew what it was. He would tell her how much fun it was having sex, but that he couldn’t give anything more. Somehow he had managed to get angry when she offered it, but no, he had to be the one to say the words. She saw her father’s eyes light up and she knew he had come into the room. There was no way to hide the fact they had been there together so she didn’t even try.

  “I seem to have interrupted you two, I am sorry.” He looked crestfallen and she quickly smiled and patted his hand.

  “Actually, daddy, you have perfect timing. Christopher was just leaving, weren’t you?” She focused on him for a second and she saw his jaw start to twitch. She knew he was furious, but he should be thanking her for avoiding a talk neither of them wanted to have.

  “Yes, I am. Mr. Landrum it was nice to see you again.” He shook his hand and made his way to the door. “Trina can you walk me out please.”

  She knew she couldn’t get out of it so she did as he asked.

  “That was dirty, Trina, this conversation has just started.” His eyes were dark and brooding.

  “I saved you from ruining the wonderful last 24hrs. You should be thanking me.” She hissed as she moved to shut the door. He grabbed her hand.

  “I’ll be calling later.” It was almost a threat in its delivery, but she knew he was simply stomping his feet as though he was marking territory. He would probably not bother her again.

  She spent the rest of the day helping her father get settled into Anna’s. The two had decided to formally move in together. It would help with anythin
g else that may come up, and they were in love. The following weekend Trina planned to come back to his place and help him get the rest of his things. She eventually made her way home and climbed into bed. He had tried, more than once to call her, but she didn’t want to face him, or hear anything to make her hurt. She decided to head to her studio at least until Saturday. She needed to think, needed to process.

  Art was her therapy. It was a place where she could live out her frustrations and her passion. She created one of the most beautiful things she had ever made. It was a mixture of hues of red. Passion would be its title. She thought of him with every stroke of the brush and as she sorted out her feelings. She was in love with him. She couldn’t lie to herself. Somewhere along the way she had fallen for him and was now stuck dealing with the windfall of her stupid mistake. She sipped at her wine. He was still calling her and it had been 4 days. When would he stop? It was too much. She decided to head back to town and go to her father’s a day early. She knew packing up her parents’ home would be emotional, but in a good way. She needed the distraction, something to take her away from her own drama. When she finally arrived the house was dark and she started with their room. She spent hours combing through pictures and old letters. She cried and laughed and drank. When she heard someone knocking on the door, at first she thought it was her imagination. She clumsily made her way downstairs. She opened the door and he was there. He was even more handsome now, the face she loved was covered in stubble and he looked like he hadn’t slept in a week.

  “Hello Blakemore, come on in.” She swung the door wide and headed for the kitchen and he followed.

  “Catrina, are you…drunk?” He grabbed her arm and spun her around.

  “No, not yet I am just not as uptight as I usually am that’s all.” She gave him a smile and he crushed her to him.

  She wanted to complain about the wine spilling but the feel of him, of his arms wrapped around her was too much. She moved into the hug, relaxing as he held her tight. She had missed him, and he was here now.

  “Why, Trina, why didn’t you answer me when I called you? I must have left like 100 messages by now. I text, I call, I went to your apartment and nothing. You vanished on me. I even asked your father, who said you were away on business.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I was worried sick.”

  “Away on business? Why on earth would he say that?” She frowned. “What were you worried about, and why do you care, Blakemore? I’m so lost.” She moved to stand by the window and he followed her.

  “Why do I care…why do I care?!” He was yelling now. “You can’t be serious, Trina.”

  “I am serious!” Her eyes were flashing now and she was losing the effects of the wine. “We had a good night together, sure, I admit that. But the next morning you want to talk and I let you off the hook easy, easy and then you start calling me over and over? What is that about really Blakemore, are you so damn stubborn, you have to be the one that cuts it off?” She felt the tears welling up, despite her efforts to stop them. “I swore I would never get myself back into a situation like this Blakemore. I don’t need to be told my place, I know my place. I know exactly what I am good for and who I am, I don’t need specifics.” The tears ran down her cheeks unchecked.

  He was stunned. “What did he do to you, Trina? Don’t give me any BS either, tell me the truth.”

  She looked at him feeling foolish. “I’m sorry, Christopher really, I didn’t even mean to say that.” She wiped at her eyes and moved towards the stairs. He stopped her by grabbing her arm.

  “No, Trina, I want to know.” He held her there and waited.

  “We dated for 6 years, he was handsome and well-liked. He was always on me about my weight and how I looked. Every day it was something. I tried to please him, but then one day I came home and all of my things were outside. He told me he had been interviewing for a new girlfriend, one who was hotter and sexier than me. I just gathered everything up and left. I was so shocked I swore I’d never get blindsided again, so to make it easier I just stopped everything altogether. It was just easier.”

  He waited a moment before he said anything. He felt sorrow for her, but more overwhelming was the anger he felt that anyone would hurt her like that. He had spent the last week going crazy, loving her the way he did. He knew he never wanted to be without her.

  “Look at me, Trina. I don’t know who he was but it doesn’t matter. I want you, I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you at the gala that first night. I have your paintings on my walls because I feel closer to you somehow, like I am a part of them. You are sexy, and hot and furthermore, we did not have a “good” night…we had a wonderful night.” He kissed her again and she melted into him.

  “I’m sorry for all of this, Christopher, it’s just what happened with us, and moving my dad and emptying this house…I’m just emotional. I didn’t mean to put that on you.”

  “Damnit, Trina, you’re not listening to me, I want you to lean on me, I want you, all of you. I am in love with you, Catrina Landrum.” He spoke the words as if he couldn’t have been more proud of her. She blinked a couple of times and looked up at him.

  “I love you too Blakemore…I think I have since we met.” He crushed her into his arms and kissed her lightly. He stood back and looked around the room.

  “I guess we will need to refurnish this place, unless you want to live in my penthouse.”

  “Oh no, no way I hate the city and you know it! Wait, what?”

  “This has been the longest week of my life without you, I don’t want another night where I don’t wake up to you Trina.” He kissed her and they both smiled, and looked around their new home.

  THE END

  Bonus Story 5

  The Billionaire’s Request

  BBW Romance

  Nothing could prepare Jessie for the day she was going to have. Yesterday, she had caught her boyfriend cheating with her best friend Some best friend she had turned out to be. In all honesty, she didn’t think things could get much worse. She turned to look at her reflection in the mirror. She had always been the underdog growing up. She was the “big girl” of the group. Her best friend, Emily, was a staggering 112 pounds and perfect. Jessie knew it factually; she had seen her naked on more than one occasion since high school and she’d always wanted to be like her.

  How she could sleep with Jake was beyond Jessie’s understanding. Emily could have had anyone she wanted, but instead she chose the one nice guy Jessie had found who was ok with her...assets. Jessie looked closely at her face. She really was ok with her looks. She had long red hair with brown highlights and it fell in waves down past her shoulders. She had blue eyes, defined cheekbones and full lips. She stood to take a better look at herself and let the towel drop to really see what she was.

  She was curvy, some would say too curvy, but it suited her frame. She was happy with herself, that’s what really mattered. She ran her hand along her thighs, which dipped low into her waist, and then followed along until she reached her ample breast. They were full and heavy. Some would say her best asset. She was curvy but not fat and Jake had liked that…or so he had said. She picked up the towel and wrapped herself back up in it. There was no changing it now. She had thrown the rest of his things into the hall last night and he had obviously come and found them at some point. She walked to the bedroom to get dressed. Today she started a new assignment and there was no telling where they would send her. Working as a housekeeper kept her active and she loved to be organized. She never wore makeup, usually because she had no time to worry about it and today was no different. She rolled her eyes thinking about it and put her hair up as she headed to her car. 8:45 perfect timing.

  “This is Jessie Singleton requesting location for today,” she called on the job line and was put on hold.

  “Yes, Jessie, hey, looks like you got a good one. 5000 Cambridge Cove. It says here to use 5982 as the access code.”

  “Wow, really? Ok, sounds good. How long am I on there?”

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sp; “At the moment just today, the owner is some rich guy who wants the lower level of the east wing cleaned. That’s all the notes I have, sugar.”

  The person on the other end was consistently smacking her gum in Jessie’s ear so she happily wrapped up the conversation. She set her GPS and headed out to the location. She had to admit to herself she was a little nervous, Cambridge Cove was a high profile section of town and normal people were unlikely to get in. She thought about the time she and Jake had gone on the house tours. They had seen such beautiful things. She shook her head…no use getting sad over the fact that he had wanted someone more suited for him. Whatever, they could have each other. With a heavy sigh, she rode the rest of the way in silence. Her radio had been gone a long time ago, stolen by some punk street kids. She was lucky her car rode at all. Including the hood and passenger door of the car, there were three different colors. It really didn't matter as long as she got where she needed to go. The trip didn’t take too long and she pulled up to the address and entered the code into the panel and waited. Finally, with a hiss, the gate opened and she drove through.

  The house was a huge monstrosity. It covered the entire side corner and was sitting on at least 3 acres. Jessie took a deep breath and pulled up to the front of the house. She turned off the key and waited for the car to finally quit sputtering and shut off. She looked up at the huge oak door and decided it may be better to wait until she knew she was in the right place before getting her cleaning supplies out of the car…just in case. She knocked on the door and waited.