Buying My Bride_A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

by Zoey Parker

  After I finished the story, that sounded a hell of a lot like a damn soap opera before I was done, Johnny’s arms were crossed over his chest and his eyes were dark and narrow. “This kid, Pierre, he put his hands on her and is still breathing?”

  “He was just trying to scare me.” Lauren placed a hand on his forearm and damn if the big guy didn’t soften his smile in her direction. “I’m fine.”

  “I can see that, sweetheart. If I ask you to go over to the bar and get yourself something to drink, think you’ll be able to do that for me?” He didn’t know Lauren—talking to her like a little girl wasn’t going to get her to do anything.

  “No, but if you ask me to give the two of you a minute so you can discuss this all behind my back, I’ll do it.” She smiled just as sweetly when she gave him her answer.

  He threw his head back and burst out in laughter. “Fuck, she’s gonna be a handful for you.”

  I took a deep breath. “Already is.” I removed her hand from his arm and pointed to the bar. “Go get yourself something to drink. I need to talk to Johnny for a minute.”

  “I can help, if you’ll just tell me what you’re thinking. I can help. I mean, this is because of me.”

  “Get your drink.” I gave her a little shove toward the bar. I wanted to give her a slap on the ass, but too many people were watching, and she’d more than likely start a fight with me over the action. The last thing I needed at that moment was to have to haul her ass over my shoulder and out of the club to deal with her. She’d comply well enough if I kept my Neanderthal tendencies to a minimum. But later, later I’d get all the grunts and moans I wanted from her while I did whatever the fuck I wanted to her—and she’d love every damn second of it.

  “She dated Colton?” Johnny watched her making her way through the crowd of people to an empty seat at the end of the bar. Her washed out jean shorts and cotton t-shirt didn’t exactly scream biker chick.

  I gave a little laugh. “Not for long. You know how he is, too much hunger for power in that guy.”

  “Yeah, not like you at all.” He ran his eyes over me and laughed.

  “Fuck you. I’m not controlling like that asshole. He doesn’t trust anyone, always thinks his chicks are cheating on him, or thinking of cheating on him. Lauren wouldn’t ever do that to me.”

  “You love control as much as he does; you just need it for different reasons.”

  As true as that statement was, I didn’t need a counseling session. “I would never hurt a hair on that woman’s head, if that’s what you’re saying.”

  He laughed again. “No, I know what you do with your women. And by the way that girl looks at you, she knows it, too.”

  “You know you get more perverted every year you age.” I tried to insult him, but fuck if he weren’t right.

  “No more than you. Now. About this shit with your girl. Mick’s been hiding shit from the club; that’s why there’s so much tension around here lately. Matthew was in here the other night, looked like someone took a tire iron to his face.”

  “Nah, just my fist.” I shook my head.

  “He’s lucky you didn’t kill him.”

  “I would have, except Lauren asked me not to, and she told me not to steal from him.” I had to add that part because it still made me want to laugh. The only thing about that memory was her telling me not to steal from her attacker.

  “Yeah? The girl looks like more innocent than I’ve seen in a while, but something tells me there’s more to her.”

  “Fuck yeah. I talked with Matthew. He said Mick sent him. He didn’t know why Mick would give a shit about the internship. But I think I have that part put together. This Daniel Leonard guy, who thinks Lauren lifted his drugs, is the father of the asshole at school harassing her about the internship. My gut tells me that’s what’s driving all this. I doubt Leonard gives two shits about the internship, other than his son wants what she has, but what I don’t get is how the club gets involved.”

  “What was the name of the guy she worked for when she was running those packages?”

  “Tanner.”

  “Hmmm. That sounds familiar. Big guy, a little weird? Dresses different all the time…like some sort of fucking cartoon character?”

  I grinned. “Yeah, that sounds like him. Lauren says he likes to reinvent himself a lot.”

  “Yeah. I know him. Long time ago, before you were even a twinkle in Mick’s eye, he came to the club, reached out for business. Wanted to know if we’d like to partner up. Mick didn’t like the idea of running drugs or having any partners outside the club, and no one else did either. Thanked him for the offer but said no. He took it fine, just moved on.”

  “I wonder if Mick said yes later on. Maybe not to Tanner but another dealer?”

  “Man, if he’s slinging drugs, I haven’t heard a peep about that. Everyone seems to know about his little secret car ring, but no one has said a word about drugs.”

  “How has this fucker been president for so damn long when everyone knows he runs shit behind the club’s back?”

  Just as I asked my question, Mick walked into the bar with Lucy under his arm. His eyes swept the room. When he noticed Lauren, his smile dropped. Not by much, but enough that I noticed. He whispered something to Lucy and sent her off with a little pat to her ass.

  I walked away from Johnny, reaching Lauren’s side at the same time Mick did. “Hey, Mick.” I draped my arm over her shoulders. She looked up at me, a little startled by my sudden presence, then to Mick.

  “Mike, what brings you around? You know it’s a club members only bar.”

  “I wanted to talk to you. A little chat is all.”

  He eyed me, then Lauren. “Leave her here.” He motioned for me to follow him and headed back to his office.

  “Stay put. Johnny will keep an eye on you but if anyone messes with you, you just find him, okay?”

  “He looked angry to see me. I don’t know him. Why is he pissed at me?”

  “It’s just how he looks, babe,” I lied. I kissed her hard enough to leave her dazed, and to let anyone know who saw that she was taken.

  Chapter 22

  Lauren

  When Michael came back out from his meeting with Mick, he looked as pissed as Mick had been when he saw me sitting at the bar. I didn’t argue when Michael pulled me from my stool and threw a few bucks down on the bar before half dragging me to the exit. I caught Johnny’s gaze as we went through the door. His brow wrinkled and he turned away, looking at Mick who was standing at the bar, watching our departure.

  I didn’t ask Michael any questions outside the club. Members were still gathering around their bikes, talking and playing around with their women. Once I was on the bike and he revved the engine, I couldn’t ask anything then, either. The tension in his body as I wrapped my arms around him told me it would better to wait until he worked his frustration out first before demanding answers from him.

  He parked the bike in his garage and cut the engine. I pulled off my helmet and sat behind him when he made no move to get off. “Michael?” I ran my hand over his back, feeling the tense muscles there. “What did he say?”

  “Let’s get inside.” He helped me off the bike and led me into the house.

  Once we were inside, the back door locked and he’d flipped on the kitchen lights, he was on me. Pushing me up against the kitchen island, his lips crushed mine, his hands roamed everywhere, tugging my shirt up, my bra off. He was like a man starved. As much as I wanted to push him away, to stop him and get my answers, I needed him.

  The men at the club had openly gawked at me. A few women stood close enough for me to hear their conversation, and I was a hot topic. Apparently, Michael had broken several hearts along the way, and seeing him with a straight-laced girl like me pissed them off. I wanted to get up, to yell at them, to defend myself for once, but Johnny had seen the girls, had heard what they were saying and stepped in. He didn’t say a word to them, just took the stool beside me and draped an arm on the back of my
stool. The girls huffed off to another room together. Having the VP sitting next to you comes with some perks, I suppose.

  I had questioned why Michael would want to be with a girl like me when there were so many other women out there who didn’t need his protection. I didn’t really need his protection, but the past usually predicts the future, and I had bad luck at choosing the right people to trust. The more I tried to dig myself out of the holes I’d put myself in, the deeper I seemed to sink. Except when it came to Michael.

  His hands tore at my shorts, tearing them in his haste to drag them down. He mumbled an apology but continued to tear off my panties, too. Once he had them down around my ankles, he hoisted me on the island, pulling them completely off and tossing them across the room. Strong hands gripped my knees and yanked them apart.

  He pulled back to look down at me. “Fuck, you’re already wet for me.” He smiled as he trailed one finger along my leg from my knee to where my moisture continued to gather. Of course I was wet for him; he needed to only look at me with hunger and my body seemed to respond as if by remote control.

  Softly, his finger reached my folds and he dipped it between them, gathering my wetness on his finger before rolling it over my clit. I leaned back on the island, rolling my head to the side as he continued to tease me. “So fucking sweet.” He brought his finger to his mouth and licked my juices from it. Before I could complain, he touched me again, brining my arousal even higher.

  “Michael.” I grabbed his shirt. “Take this off, I want to see you.” I pulled on his shirt, but he didn’t listen to me. “Please, Michael?”

  “Since you asked.” He nodded, holding his finger up to my lips. “Lick your pussy off my finger first. Taste yourself for me.” I parted my lips and slipped my tongue out. He shoved his finger into my mouth, and I wrapped my lips around his finger, sucking and licking it. “Fuck.” He growled and removed it from my mouth. He tore off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. “I’m going to fuck you on this counter,” he promised, and pushed his jeans and boxers down, kicking them to the side.

  His hands gripped my knees and dragged me to the edge of the counter. Cock positioned at my entrance, I ran my hands over his chest, over each muscle and tattoo. So many questions to ask, but it could all wait. Everything could wait except that moment, except his huger and my desire.

  With one strong thrust, he was inside of me. I yelped from the surprise of it, and gripped his shoulders as he began to pump into me hard. The coolness of the counter beneath my ass quickly warmed as he increased his strokes and quickened his pace.

  “Clit. Rub your fucking clit. Make yourself come for me, Lauren.” His eyes were large. Rounded darkness stared at me as he gave his commands.

  I moved one hand from his shoulder to reach down between us. First, I split my fingers, surrounding his cock as he pushed in and out of me. Feeling the slickness of my juices on his hard shaft as he pulled out of me.

  His eyes rolled and he cursed again as I continued to grip him. “Lauren, don’t make me stop to spank you. Fuck…keep doing that.”

  I would have laughed over the empty threat and the way he changed his mind, except he reached down and positioned my hand so the heel of my palm rubbed against my clit and I was still able to feel his cock with my fingers.

  “Oh!” I gripped him harder with my one hand and wrapped my feet tighter around his ass. Fingers dug into my hips, but it paled in comparison to the pleasure of his cock and my palm. The faster he fucked me the harder my palm ground into my clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I breathed hard, my heart raced, a small bead of sweat slipped down my chest between my breasts. He leaned down and licked it up, grinning at me when he came back up to view.

  “Your tits bounce so fucking nice like this.”

  I didn’t think it possible, but he fucked me even harder. “I have to come; I’m going to come.” I looked right at him, our eyes meeting, as he gave me a nod.

  “Do it.”

  I didn’t take my eyes off him, I spread my legs a bit wider, dug my hand harder into my clit and felt the doors of my release starting to open.

  “Come for me, Lauren.”

  It was all my body needed; the doors flew open and hot, electric waves pummeled me as my orgasm took me away. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t moan, I could only feel each stroke he gave me, pushing me through my orgasm and making the explosion that much better.

  When the waves calmed enough to let me breathe, I closed my eyes, resting my forehead on his shoulder.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” he ground out, and pushed me down onto my back. The countertop felt chilled compared the heat of my skin. His hands pushed my legs up toward my chest, and out, spreading me far, but never once did his cock leave me or miss a stroke.

  I laid spread out before him and he towered over me, pumping me hard and driving me crazy with his grunts and his looks. Again and again, Michael plowed into me. He leaned over, almost close enough to kiss.

  “Again, Lauren. Come for me again. You can do that, right? You can be my good girl?”

  At the sound of being called his good girl, my clit jumped to attention, ready to obey any command this man gave. His nostrils flared with his grin and his thumb brushed over my clit, dangling me over the edge again. I replaced his hands on my legs, holding myself open for him as he continued to rub. One hand moved up and squeezed my breast. The burn of his pinching mingled with the after effects of my first orgasm, and drove me closer to another.

  My thighs shook as the tight ripples took hold in my body. I wasn’t ready, but my body didn’t care. My climax took me by surprise, ripping through me with the velocity of a tornado. Squealing from the overwhelming sensations, my pussy clamped down on him, pulsating around his hard cock.

  “That’s my girl,” he whispered. His throbbing cock moved faster, warning me he was close. The muscles in his neck tensed, his eyes clenched shut, he pumped once more, twice more before he stilled over me, shooting his come into me. He growled and threw his head back with his orgasm. Two small jerks of his hips and he let out a loud breath. “Fuck, Lauren. You’re going to kill me if you get any sweeter.” He peeled my hands from my knees and brought my legs down to dangle over the edge of the counter. Grabbing a towel from a nearby drawer, he pulled free of my body and went about cleaning me up.

  I sat up when he finished, and his arms wrapped around my body, pulling me to him and kissing me. Gently. Not the usual territorial marking his kisses usually were, but a soft, loving kiss that spoke to the truth in his heart. This man wouldn’t abandon me after this was all said and done. He needed me as much as I needed him.

  Whatever had transpired between him and Mick at the clubhouse left him tense and rattled. He needed to feel me, to own me, to know I was tangible. Now that he’d found that release he needed, I needed to get some answers.

  “Mick wants me to put my kutte back on,” he whispered to me after breaking off the kiss and resting his forehead against mine. I didn’t pull away to look at him; he seemed to need the connection, and feeling him so close made me feel safer, too.

  “Why?”

  “Says we’ll have the clubs backing if I wear my kutte again, rejoin the club. They’ll help us take down Leonard and the guys he’s paying to get to you.”

  I did pull back then and held his face in my hand, forcing his eyes to mine. “No. We don’t need them, or him, or anyone. I’ll just give up the internship, Michael. It’s not that big of a deal. I’ll take my second choice. I’ll get a job there just as easily. It will be fine. You don’t have to go back to being in that club with that asshole of a president.”

  He pulled my hands down, holding them in my lap. “I already told him yes.” His finger pressed against my lips when I tried to speak. “This Leonard guy, he’s not some low life junkie. He’s got money, and plenty of muscle bought with that money. He bought the Fallen, paid for their help in eliminating the girl who dared to take his son’s spot at that firm. Leonard hasn’t fo
rgotten you, Lauren. He’s gunning for you, and he won’t stop just because you let go of the internship.”

  “Why? Because he thinks I shorted his package? Because Tanner beat him for trying to rape me?”

  “Who knows. Maybe because Tanner cut him off and he’s been buying shitty product since. Because he can’t hurt Tanner, he’s hurting you. I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. But what matters is we are going to have to go up against the Fallen to shut him down. They reached out to Mick, pulled a few favors, made a few threats to expose his car ring to the cops if he didn’t help them out. Turns out Tanner worked with a few of the Fallen a few years back for a short time. Running drugs for him out of state. They stopped, club didn’t want that shit on their doorstep, but Leonard knew of them, knew their history. It wasn’t hard to get them involved in this, I guess. Mick owes them a few favors. Apparently the fucker likes to make deals behind the club’s back. They came to collect, which is how Matthew got involved to go after you. He doesn’t want to deal with the Fallen anymore, he wants to take them down a peg or two. So, if I put my kutte back on, he’ll use the club to go after Leonard and the Fallen to make this stop.”