Biker's Bride: A Bad Boy Romance (Demons MC)

by B. B. Hamel

  That surprised me. I knew people involved with drugs, and I knew how difficult it was to stay clean. Making it for over a year was a real achievement, and I guessed he was pretty serious about staying clean. Rex didn’t seem like a junkie, but people can change a lot in a year. Plus, there was the issue of owing Michael money. How much could he possibly have owed? It must have been a lot if he was willing to risk his body, maybe even his life, in order to pay back the debt. I wasn’t sure what to think, and felt completely out of my league for the first time since we had met.

  “Who is this guy?” I asked.

  “Michael is a dangerous man. That’s all you need to know.” He paused, but his eyes smoldered into mine. “Look, if you want to leave, I understand. I’m sick of lying to people.”

  “I don’t want to leave.” As the words left my mouth, I realized they were true.

  His body moved back toward mine, and I felt his lips press against me. He leaned forward and moved me back into the arm of the couch. His weight and solid body rubbed against me, pinning me to the cushion, as his mouth and tongue kissed me hungrily. I returned his kiss and his hunger. My body full of the thrill of him, an aching need I hadn’t fully realized was there. I wrapped my arms around him as his hands ran down my body, stopped to linger over my full breasts, and moved down along my hips. He gripped my body firmly as he pressed himself harder against me, and I felt his huge bulge rub against my spot.

  I let out a small gasp as he moved his lips down along my neck. His hips began to grind slowly into mine, his rock hard bulge a bright spot of pleasure against my mound, and I grabbed harder at his back.

  “Is this what you wanted?” he whispered in my ear.

  I pressed myself harder against him and let out a small ‘ah’ as his tough rod pressed harder against me. He growled in response and moved backwards, away from me. I held tight onto him and he grabbed my back to lift me up. He put me on my feet and crushed his body into mine. I was amazed at how easily he pulled me from lying back down to standing up straight, almost as if by magic.

  He pulled my shirt off, and I lifted my arms up to let him remove it. I felt his eyes roam across my chest, my breasts covered by my favorite frilly black bra. I reached out and pulled his shirt off, and each inch of exposed flesh revealed a new muscle. He let me pull it over his head, and I threw the shirt across the room, his eyes never leaving mine.

  As I let my gaze linger down his broad shoulders and his nicely defined chest, I stopped short as I caught sight of a thick, black and blue bruise along his ribcage on his right side.

  “Oh my god,” I whispered, and gently ran my fingertips over it.

  He grinned. “It’s nothing, just a battle scar.”

  “I think your ribs are probably broken. You need a doctor.”

  He shook his head then wrapped his arms around me, pulling my body against his. I laced my arms around his neck.

  “Can’t see a doctor, no money for it. I’ll heal.”

  “No, Rex, seriously—” I tried to argue, but his mouth crushed against mine, and I fell silent as he resumed kissing me. I felt his left hand unsnap my bra then move around to massage my breasts. His right hand slid down my shorts, and I stood up onto my tiptoes with pleasure and arched my back as his rough fingers found my soaking wet panties. He rubbed gently but firmly, and I felt the pleasure build.

  His lips found my neck again and I let out a soft moan. His left arm moved around to my back and firmly wrapped around my shoulders as his right hand slipped inside my panties to find my soaking clit. His lips kissed along my neck and throat, and I threw my head back with pleasure, every muscle in my body straining.

  “God, that’s good,” I managed to get out, and I felt him smile.

  “You like that, spoiled girl?”

  “Fuck you,” I moaned back, knees shaking as his calloused fingers ran around my clit and waves of pleasure overtook me.

  “I know you want that,” he said, and slid his hand out, as the pleasure felt like it was about to crest. I dropped back onto the flats of my feet and slipped my hands from around his neck, letting my bra drop to the floor, moved my fingers down his sculpted chest and abs, and unbuttoned his fly. He dropped his arms to his sides as I unzipped his shorts and pulled them down, dropping to my knees. I reached up and pulled down his black boxer briefs and watched as his rock hard cock slid out.

  I reached up and gripped the base, shocked at its size and girth. “Holy shit,” I said quietly, and I heard him grunt his pleasure at my reaction. I looked up at him, lips gently at his tip, and his deep green eyes burned with pleasure. I slid my tongue out along the tip, ran it down to the root, and back up, sliding his cock into my mouth.

  “Fuck yes,” he growled, and slid his fingers into my hair. I sucked hard at his tip, running it in and out, then took as much of him into my throat as I could.

  “Oh, fuck yes, you spoiled slut,” he said, and I felt a thrill fill me. I slid back and sucked him hard, running my right hand around his shaft while my left hand caressed his rock hard abs. I wanted so badly for him to call me a slut again, so I slid his cock into my throat and felt myself gag.

  “You like that don’t you, spoiled slut,” he said again, his fingers firm in my hair, but not pressing. He wanted me to do the work and I knew it. I pulled back and made eye contact.

  “Yes,” I said, then teased him by slowly running my hand up and down his long, thick shaft.

  “I could tell the first time we met how you liked it,” he grunted. “Take my cock again.”

  I smiled at him then slowly let his throbbing rod enter my mouth and slide into my throat. I resisted the urge to gag and held it there, and I heard him groan his pleasure. I pulled it back out with a loud pop, breathing heavily and working his shaft with my hand, his whole member soaking wet and sticky with my saliva.

  He reached down and pulled me to my feet easily. He kissed me again, and pushed our bodies over toward the couch. I felt my back press against the cold wall, and his strong hand spun me around. I pressed my hands up against the plaster as he unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down my legs. I felt my spot grow even more soaking wet as he slowly took my panties off. I felt him press up behind me, and heard his heavy breath in my ear. His fingers found my soaking spot and rubbed, and I spread my legs wider to let him have me. His left hand found my breasts as his right slid up and down my clit. I felt his fingers press inside of me and I moaned before he moved back to my clit.

  “Fuck me,” I half whispered half moaned. I felt his smile against my neck again.

  “I like it when you beg,” he whispered, and I let out a low moan of joy and pleasure. I felt his body heat move away for a second, and heard him fumble with his pants. I looked back as he pulled a condom from his wallet, ripped it open, then moved back toward me. He firmly pushed me back into position and spread my legs wide. I felt exposed and hot, body sweating from the work, and I needed him inside me. He finished rolling, and placed his hands on my hips.

  He pressed himself into me, his thick cock sliding deep. I was soaked through, wetter than I’d ever been, and he easily filled me. I let out a loud moan as he slowly worked himself deeper. I felt his body press up against mine, and his lips found my neck again as he slowly began to grind his hips. His huge cock filled every inch of me, and I was almost blinded by the incredible mix of pleasure and pain his first thrusts brought me.

  His speed increased, and I felt his one hand leave my hip to rub his finger against my clit. My knees began to shake again with the sheer pleasure of him, and I moaned with abandon. He began to fuck me hard, grunting his pleasure.

  “Do you like taking my cock?” he whispered in my ear, and I could only reach back with one hand to press against his hip. He took that as my approval and thrust harder into me, his hand rubbing gently but firmly my clit, and I bucked my hips back against him, greedy for every inch. I felt myself growing close, my knees shaking and my muscles tense.

  “Yes, fuck me there, just like that,” I moaned
as he spread my legs further and pressed himself deeper inside of me. I pressed my hands against the wall to brace myself as he fucked me rough, and the orgasm built itself deep in my core. He grunted his own pleasure, and as I crested, my knees began to shake, every muscle tense and spasming. My back arched, and I felt his hand support me as he continued to thrust and grind into me. I took him deep and came hard, harder than I ever had before, and my vision nearly went white from the pleasure.

  As my orgasm peaked and began to subside, he grabbed my hips rough and thrust deep and hard into me. I bucked back to match his pace, still needing him, still on fire with desire and pleasure. He grunted and groaned and thrust hard, and as his pace peaked, I saw and felt his whole body tense as he came inside me. His fingers dug into my hips, and I moaned for him, needing him to come every bit, hungry for him. As his pace slowed and his breathing calmed, he stepped back and moved away from me. The absence of him was briefly like a hammer on my chest, until he turned me back around and wrapped his arms around me. He pressed his sweating body against mine and held me hard as we both breathed heavy and tried to regain our senses.

  We stood like that, wrapped in each other for a few minutes while we relaxed back into our normal rhythms. Finally, he pulled away. I raked my eyes along his naked, sculpted body, and felt more hunger for him, despite being exhausted and spent.

  The rest of the night moved in inches and fits. We alternated between light, joking conversation and heavy, sweating touches. We fell asleep wrapped up in his sheets, the cool Philadelphia morning streaming in through his half-open windows.

  Chapter Eight

  The next morning, I felt bad that I had stood Amy up. I knew our relationship wasn’t the best since I had moved back to the city, but it wasn’t completely her fault. I was going through something I couldn’t exactly explain, and taking it out on her.

  My thoughts were a mess as I made my way toward the brunch place. The night before, Rex and I had fallen asleep together, but in the morning he seemed aloof and distant. I couldn’t linger too long anyway, since I had plans with Amy, but it was strange. I knew developing strong feelings for that jerk was probably a bad idea, but I could feel myself getting sucked into his charm regardless.

  He didn’t go into any more detail about his life after that first conversation. I had a million questions to ask him, but I knew it wasn’t the time to press. Rex said he didn’t want to lie to people anymore, but he also didn’t seem excited to go into details about the dark things he was involved with. I didn’t understand why Michael had so much power over him. Rex owed money, but why did he have to get involved in dangerous stuff like street fighting? Couldn’t he get a job and pay off his loans little by little like most people? I knew that seemed naïve, and I was missing a crucial piece of the story.

  Around eleven thirty, I stopped in front of Good Dog, which was where I was meeting Amy for brunch. Good Dog was part bar and part restaurant. They did fantastic food, and they were named after the hundreds of framed pictures of dogs that they had hanging on their walls. The place was dark and somewhat crowded, but we had reservations.

  I didn’t have to wait long for Amy. After a few minutes, a town car pulled up out front of the building and she climbed out the back. I wasn’t used to seeing Amy get chauffeured around the city. I guessed being engaged to Shane Green had certain perks.

  Amy looked great. Radiant and happy in a way I hadn’t seen her look in years. We hugged and she smiled huge.

  “Ready to eat?” she asked.

  “Always,” I said.

  We walked inside, into the dark bar, and the hostess took us up to our table. We were off in a small alcove under pictures of black lab puppies. When the waitress came over, Amy ordered us both a Bloody Mary.

  “Going hard today?” I asked when the waitress was gone. I was exhausted, but oddly not very hung over. I didn’t drink that much the night before, although I had stayed up all night exploring the finer parts of Rex Latour.

  Amy laughed and shrugged. “We don’t do this often anymore, so I’m taking advantage of it.”

  “You’re right. I’m sorry if I haven’t tried hard enough to spend time with you.”

  “No, it’s my fault. I’m sorry. I’ve been so wrapped up in Shane and the wedding.”

  It felt good to get that out of the way right off the bat. We never were the kind of friends who let things fester. If there was an issue between us, more often than not we’d talk about it immediately. I wished more people worked that way.

  I laughed. “I’m glad we got that out of the way. I miss you, kiddo.”

  “I miss you too, Darce.”

  The waitress came back with our Bloody Marys. We clinked glasses and drank deep.

  “So, tell me about the date you ditched me for,” Amy said when we were done.

  “I’m not sure I’d call it a date.”

  “What would you call it then?”

  I thought for a second. “A meeting of mutually interested humans?”

  Amy laughed. “Sounds like a date. Give me details!”

  For the next few minutes I walked her through my night with Rex. She looked concerned when I touched on the encounter with Michael, but she didn’t interrupt. That was something I loved about Amy: she rarely interrupted, and she was a fantastic listener. Even if she didn’t agree with what I was saying, she let me finish before responding. I glossed over the details of my time at Rex’s apartment, but I could tell Amy got the general idea.

  “Sex on date two, huh,” she said with a laugh.

  “I know, I know.” I was glad I hadn’t told her about the close encounter in the bathroom from the week before.

  “You have to tell me about it.”

  I blushed. Usually I’d give her all the finer points, but for some reason I felt myself unable to talk about it.

  “He’s pretty amazing,” I said lamely.

  Amy seemed to get the point, and didn’t press. “Are you going to see him again?”

  “I don’t know,” I said honestly. We hadn’t made any definite future plans. Rex didn’t seem like the kind of guy who made those.

  “Do you want to?”

  “Yeah, I think I do.”

  Instead of looking excited, concern washed over her face. “He sounds like he’s mixed up with some pretty scary people.”

  “He’s trying to get out of it.”

  “Do you know who that Michael guy is?”

  I shook my head. “No, Rex didn’t really go into detail about him. Just said that he was someone I should stay away from.”

  Amy nodded and looked away.

  “What’s the matter?” I asked. Amy was obviously concerned.

  “Shane told me something about Rex that I need to tell you about.”

  I let out a sigh. Shane and his mysterious knowledge about Rex was starting to get annoying.

  “I know you guys don’t approve, Amy.”

  “It’s not that, honestly. If you’re happy, I’m happy. It’s just, he has a pretty intense past.”

  I was getting a little frustrated. I wasn’t used to Amy second-guessing my choice in men. I had to admit that I understood her concern, and I even found myself a little frightened, but I knew that Rex would never hurt me, or let me get hurt. Even if his past was intense or dark, it was all in the past.

  “I know, Amy. But I’m fine.”

  “Just let me tell you what I know, then I promise I’ll drop it.”

  “Fine, but I want you to understand that I’m being safe. He’s not what you think he is.”

  Amy nodded. “I get it. But look. Shane told me that when his brother was getting into trouble back in the day, he was involved in this Irish drug gang in the city. They stole cars, robbed trucks, that sort of thing. Apparently, Rex is still involved with those people. I guess Michael is the gang’s leader or whatever.”

  That gave me pause. He hadn’t said that he was involved with a gang. I figured Michael was a scumbag loan shark or a bookie, and that was how Rex ow
ed him money. I sat quietly for a second, absorbing this new information.

  “What do you mean, a gang? Like the mob?”

  Amy nodded. “Apparently they’re pretty dangerous. Shane said you should really stay far away from them. His brother got sucked in, and ended up in jail.”

  “What did his brother do?”

  “I can’t really say, but it was bad. Shane said he doesn’t know much about Rex, just that the people he’s involved with are pretty serious.”

  “He told me he was involved with drugs a while ago, but he said he was clean now. He’s trying to pay back his debts.”

  Amy reached out and took my hand and squeezed. “I believe you. I just thought you needed to know everything about this guy before you get more involved.”

  I squeezed back, smiling. “Thanks, kiddo. I appreciate your concern. I don’t even know if he’ll call again, or what.” My mind was buzzing with this new information. I had a hard time putting Rex together with the Irish mob, but apparently it was true.

  “No problem. Now, tell me all about that cut body of his.” She slipped her hand back and took a large drink.

  I laughed. “I’d say he’s in shape.”

  Amy grinned as I took along drink. The alcohol warmed my stomach and the spicy tomato juice was delicious.

  “I have something serious to ask,” Amy said. I was a little surprised and wondered what more serious stuff she had to say.

  “Go for it, kiddo.”

  “So you know I’m getting married.”

  I acted shocked. “Married? I didn’t even know you were dating someone!”

  She grinned. “Will you be my maid of honor?”

  I paused. “Of course I will, you idiot!”

  We laughed together. I felt the old joy being around Amy come flooding back, and for a second I forgot the confusion and dread that had begun swirling inside of me.

  “I’m so happy. I promise you won’t have to do anything,” she said.

  “I’ll do whatever you need! I’m just glad you asked.”