MOTORCYCLE CLUB: Rebel Riders (Billionaire MC Romance) (Biker With A Cause Book 1)

by Alexandra Stone

  I walked downstairs to go to the stables to find Casey and heard, “Hello wife.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  I gasped and looked up into the eyes of my husband Michael and my stepfather Beau Jax. I was horrified and scared.

  “Michael, what are you two doing here?”

  “We came to get you of course,” my stepfather said.

  “What? Why? I’m coming home in a few days,” I said backing up. The two men frightened me because they seemed very angry.

  “Yes, but I told you to come home days ago,” Michael said.

  “You’re my husband Michael, but you don’t own me.”

  Michael and Beau looked at each other and Beau said, “See I told you.”

  “This is absurd,” I said as I turned and walked away.

  Then I was in the air as the two men picked me up and carried me out the door. I couldn’t believe what was happening. How dare they treat me like property.

  I screamed loudly.

  Before I knew it I was in the back seat of my our SUV being held down by my husband as my stepfather drove away. I screamed and kicked, but it was no use. They were well down the road and no one at the ranch had noticed what was happening. I was once again being forced to do something against my will. I was so angry and scared. However now things had changed. Now I had the experience of real sexual desire and passion with Casey and now I would mourn the loss of it unlike anything else I had ever experienced.

  The entire drive home I cried like a baby. I yelled at the men. I threatened getting a divorce, but nothing seemed to get through to them. Eight hours later I was back at home. I threw myself on my bed and felt complete despair.

  My father called to ask me why I had left. My husband sat staring at me while I was on the phone. I made up a lie that I had to get back home because Michael had hurt his arm and needed me. My father bought it. I wanted to yell at him the truth, but I could not.

  Days passed and I started to forget about what I had experienced with Casey. I forgot about the fun luxurious world of the ranch, as that was no longer my life. I didn’t have a future with Casey anyway because I was married and he was a reckless motorcycle bad boy that jumped from ranch to ranch. I replayed the events over and over in my head. I closed my eyes and thought about the first time I saw him when he rescued me. How he made me feel safe and secure with my body. I thought about the dirty way that he talked to me. I thought about how he touched me. I thought about his cock inside of me, and how it felt when he fucked me. It was a crushing feeling of overwhelming loss. I wanted him and missed him. I was deep in these thoughts when my stepfather Beau walked into my house.

  “What are you doing here? Haven’t you caused me enough pain?” I seethed at him with narrowed eyes.

  “I came to remind you of your place. You married Michael and your place is with him.”

  “He doesn’t own me,” I said.

  “You’re his wife and that pretty much means he does own you. Now you will not pull a stunt like that again or you will be having words with me. I will make you pay for it if you do. You don’t know what I’m capable of. Now you will be a good wife and you will not run off again!” he yelled at me with such force that it shook the windows.

  He continued to yell at me for another ten minutes before he finally stormed out. I felt hopeless scared and sad. I was trapped in a loveless marriage and I was a prisoner. My stepfather scared me and whatever pact he had with my husband was one they were willing to go to great lengths for, even if it meant driving a great distance like they did to steal me.

  That night I woke up in the middle of the night. I hardly slept these days. I went into the kitchen and poured a big glass of wine and took it outside. I sat on the porch looking up at the stars. In the dark of the small town California sky you could see many stars. Then I started to hear a sound. At first it was distant, but it grew louder and more familiar. It was the sound of a motorcycle’s engine. I looked around frightened. Then I saw the figure emerge out of the shadows. As it got closer the outline of the figure was very familiar but I didn’t want to hope for who I thought it was. Then he finally stopped in front of the porch and said, “Lisa, it’s me.”

  It was Casey.

  I gasped and ran to him and he hugged me and kissed me.

  “Shhh… my husband is inside.”

  “Tell me what happened,” he said.

  “Okay, but not here he might wake up.”

  “Come on,” he said.

  We walked under the full moon light to the nearby field where he parked his motorcycle out of eyesight of the house. I was in my silk nightgown with Casey’s strong arms wrapped around me. I turned my face up and we kissed passionately. There was so much longing in that kiss. He ran his hands over my full body over the silk nightgown. I wanted him then and there but we didn’t have much time. What if my husband woke up? I was afraid of what he and my stepfather were capable of. Finally we stopped kissing.

  “Now, tell me what happened. I can’t believe you just left. It jolted me,” he said.

  “It did?” I asked tearfully.

  “Yes, I didn’t realize how much I need you Lisa until you were gone. I need you,” he said.

  Then I told him everything. I told him how they showed up and pretty much kidnapped me, and how I had lied to my father about it when he called. I was being held prisoner in a marriage I didn’t want. I was afraid of my stepfather and had no idea why he was indebt to Michael in such a way that I was auctioned off to marry him. It all came pouring out of me. Casey held me close as I told him everything. Then he kissed me again.

  “I don’t know what’s going on here, but I’m going to find out and come up with a plan.”

  “Promise?” I said.

  “Yes, I do.”

  Casey sat on his bike straddling it. “Come here,” he said as he helped me onto the bike straddling it facing him. He pushed up my nightgown up to my waist. He pulled his hard cock out of his jeans. Then he picked me up by my waist and placed me on top of him. I placed his cock in my opening and slid down slowly onto his cock. I moaned at the sensation I had longed for and been denied for so long. Casey held onto me tight and balanced us on the motorcycle.

  “Fuck Lisa. I missed this. I love your full body. You’re so hot. I want to put your big tits in my mouth all the time,” he said as he buried his face in my chest.

  I held on tight and grabbed onto his shoulders and pushed myself up and down on him bouncing as much as I could. His long thick cock went deep inside me in this position. I moved my hips in circles giving every sensation I could to him. I wanted to please him. He had come all this way to see me. He had driven for hours and hours along the California coast on his motorcycle to find me. It was the second time he would rescue me. I knew now that this was more than just sex. He had to feelings for me the way I was falling in love with him. Otherwise he wouldn’t be here.

  “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum,” he whispered in my ear. I felt my body tense up as I felt the build of orgasm inside my pussy. Sweet pulsation filled me and I pushed my face into his neck as I exploded into orgasm. Then I felt the release of warmth as Casey started to yell out, “Fuck. Fuck, I’m cumming.”

  We both experienced release at the same time while straddling his motorcycle. Minutes later we climbed off and stood there in the lonely field.

  We kissed for a few more minutes and then he walked me back to the house.

  “I’ll come again tomorrow night at midnight. Be on the porch and I’ll flash my headlight from the road. Where clothes. As much as I love this nightgown, wear jeans, boots, and a jacket if you can and bring your purse.”

  I was sad to say goodbye but I was hopeful again for the first time in a long time.

  I went to bed with a smile on my face.

  The next day my stepfather showed up. I was nervous. Did he know what was happening? Did he see Casey in town? It was a small town and if he were seen word would spread quickly.

  “What do you want?” I said to him.


  “Just checking on my stepdaughter and making sure she’s being a good wife to my friend,” he said pacing the room as though he were looking for something.

  “Friend? You know you never did tell me how you knew Michael,” I said.

  He narrowed his eyes at me and said, “That’s because it is none of your business girl. Now don’t be causing any trouble!” Then he stormed out. I was glad to see him go.

  Later that night at midnight I waited on the porch again. Just as he promised Casey showed up. I followed the flashing headlight to the road. He sat on his motorcycle. Then he got off and leaned against it. I flew into his arms and kissed him.

  “This is really bad Lisa,” he said.

  “What? What is it?” I said with wide eyes.

  “Turns out your stepfather owed your husband a very large gambling debt. You are part of the payment since he can’t pay Michael with money.

  “What? How is that possible? I knew something was up. I hate him. I hate myself even more for agreeing to marry him. My stepfather scares me. You do not know him Casey. He’s a dark man. I don’t know what he’s capable of and I don’t want to find out.”

  “I know what he’s capable of. He has a record. I had a detective look into it. He was in prison for murder.”

  I froze. Now I was more scared than ever. “How can that be? I’ve never heard that. I don’t think my mother knows that or she would not have married him.”

  “It was ten years ago and in the mean time he changed his identity. That’s why most people don’t know.”

  I broke down and cried. I was trembling.

  “Casey this is awful. What am I to do?”

  “Come with me? We can go somewhere far from here where they will never find you. Can you do that Lisa?”

  I stared at him with wide eyes. I was frightened. I had to make a decision and I had to make it now. I didn’t know what to do. Then he kissed me. I knew then that I did not want to live with out him in my life. I knew that if I stayed I would die of heartbreak or my stepfather would murder me.

  “Yes, I’ll go.”

  He smiled and hopped on his bike. “Let’s go.”

  “Now?”

  “Yes, you have too. Who knows what will happen if you go back to the house. Your husband might be awake waiting for you. It’s too risky.”

  “But how will we live? Where will we go?”

  “Baja, I have a very large hacienda on the beach.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes, money goes a lot further in Mexico and I’ve done well for myself raising horses. We can send word to your father once you are safe. Until then we need to go now.”

  “Okay, let’s go.”

  I kissed him and jumped on the back of the bike and we headed south to Mexico to start our new life together. It was the best decision I ever made. It changed my miserable life into a very happy one.

  THE END

  Riding the Curves

  CHAPTER ONE

  I lived in a small country town in Northern California with a small population of two thousand people. Living here was not an easy thing to do. It was a town that was stuck in the past including the way society was seen. It made it a very hard place to live. The town was full of traditional conservative types of people that lived in sort of another decade as far as morals and values went. It made me long for an escape.

  Old world values were still practiced in my town, and were never more evident in my life then when my evil stepfather forced me to marry a man I did not love. The man’s name was Michael Handley and he was an older gentleman. He was well off but not a millionaire by any means. He was a bit ruthless when it came to money and business and that’s pretty much all I knew about him when I married him. He would not let my stepfather, Beau Jax out of some sort of contract that I knew nothing about. I was to be the payment. I was paying the price for my stepfather’s problem, literally. My stepfather made it clear that I might as well marry for money because with my full figured body, I would not be marrying for love, because no man would have me. He considered me fat, which made me hate him even more. I thought of myself as curvy and gorgeous just like the Marilyn Monroe body type. I even had the same type of short curly blonde hair and blue eyes that she had. If this was the 1950s my body would be considered perfect, but in modern times I was seen as a big woman. That notion didn’t do much for my self-esteem.

  It all seemed absurd to me.

  After my stepfather’s constant berating, over and over again, I agreed to marry the man against every feeling in my heart. My stepfather was constantly threatening me and he was a very menacing man and he scared me into this marriage. There was something dark and sinister about him that I could not place, but I did not want to find out. I was too scared to really go up against him. My mother was of no use, as she didn’t take my side at all. She thought that I should marry into money just like my father did. My real father and mother had been divorced for almost ten years. He had also recently remarried a very wealthy woman.

  I faced my wedding like someone being sent to the gallows. We did not have a ceremony we just got married by the justice of the peace instead. I wore a white business suit and he wore a simple blazer and tie. It was more of a business contract than a wedding of love and affection. It was awful. Then I moved into my new husband Michael’s house. Although he had money, he was stingy with it. He didn’t splurge at all. He lived in a simple white house in the middle of cornfields that he owned and managed. It was on of his many businesses. I moved in and felt like I was in a prison. There was no love and no affection. It made me feel like less of a woman. I had been auctioned off into a marriage that I loathed. Things seem to be completely hopeless. That was until something happened that changed my miserable life forever. It all started with a trip where I met a gorgeous rugged motorcycle bad boy who ended up saving me in more ways than one. He was everything a girl could wish for. He was brave, strong, and sexy. He was confident and he was a billionaire. He was a dirty motorcycle bad boy. He was the most erotic man I had ever met in my life and I let him do things to me that I should not be doing as a married woman.

  It all started after my wedding. It had been six weeks since my wedding and I was settled into my new house and my new boring and mundane routine with my new husband Michael. I received a call from my father who invited me to his new country estate outside of San Diego. I was more than happy to go just to get away from my new husband and my ever-watchful stepfather.

  I brushed my curly blonde hair and wore a fitted black pantsuit that showed off my curvy hourglass figure. I wore my cobalt blue necklace that matched my blue eyes and packed my suitcase with the last remnants of things I needed. I kissed my husband goodbye with a fake affection that I had become accustomed too. Then I left.

  I drove from the small town to downtown San Luis Obispo to the Sunset Station and jumped on the Amtrak train south along the coast to San Diego, California.

  The beauty of the coastal train amazed me as it skimmed over the very edge of the coast of California. In some parts it even went over the ocean and you could spot dolphins and whales in the distance. It was the most beautiful thing to sit in the train car and see all this beauty. I ordered a coffee and sat at the table watching from the large glassed in car. Then I began to cry. There was so much more to the world that I had not experienced and I gave that up because of fear. Now I was married and in a sort of prison I longed to escape.

  A few hours after taking in the stunning beauty of the California coast, the train pulled into the station in San Diego. When I arrived, my father, Bill was waiting for me with his new wife Almeda. “Lisa, it’s so good to see you daughter. I’m so glad you came. This is your new stepmother Almeda,” he said.

  “Hello, nice to meet you,” I said extending my hand out to shake her hand. She pushed it aside and gave me a big hug. Her warmth surprised me, as I thought a filthy rich woman would be cold and mean. However, she was the opposite.

  Soon we were in a luxury car drivi
ng to the vast Spanish style ranch just outside of San Diego. My father rattled on at all the things I should do while at the ranch like riding horses, swimming in the pond, and feeding the animals which included sheep and pigs. He was so enthusiastic I didn’t want to tell him that I was very scared of riding. I had only ridden a horse a few times in my life and I was not very good at it. I would keep that fact to myself because they were so excited about it.

  We pulled down the long driveway that led up to the white adobe hacienda style massive house. I was shocked at the enormity of it. It was in a horseshoe pattern with a left and right wing and it was very elegant. The working ranch part of it was off the left of the house and it sprawled for miles.

  “Do you like it?” my father asked.

  “It’s absolutely lovely. Yes, I like it very much.”

  “Great, I’ll show you around later,” my stepmother said.

  Then a motorcycle buzzed past us, fast and reckless. I barely caught a glimpse of the guy straddling it. He had long dark curly hair just above his shoulders with a rolled bandana tied across his forehead. He wore dark tight clothes and aviator sunglasses. I was immediately intrigued. Who was that guy? I thought to myself. It didn’t bother my father or stepmother; they seemed to be use to it. They didn’t even mention him or the reckless driving of the motorcycle. We pulled in front of the door. A staff member came to the car as soon as we stopped the motor. They took my bags inside and I followed them in. The foyer was massive with high ceilings and a warm inviting environment. “If you want to freshen up or take a nap we understand. You must be tired from your trip,” my stepmother said.

  “Actually a hot shower and a nap would be amazing. The train ride was long,” I said.

  “Of course. Come down whenever you are ready dear and take all the time you need,” she said.

  “Thank you.”