Loving The Biker (MC Biker Romance)

by Cassie Alexandra

  “Even me?” asked Hoss.

  Frannie chuckled. “Yes, Hoss. Even you.”

  Tank turned around to show us the Gold Viper insignia on the back. “They are nice. We decided to wear them tonight, since we were celebrating Ice being patched. Some of the places downtown don’t allow vests.”

  “Who is Ice?” asked my mother.

  “I am,” said Cole, surprising me. He’d never mentioned that he had a road name.

  “Why do they call you Ice?” she asked.

  “Not too sure myself,” he replied with a goofy smile.

  “It’s that cold stare of yours,” said Hoss, smirking. “Especially when you need another beer. Tank, order another round of beers.”

  “Ice gets that same look his sister has when she is pissed off,” said Tank. “When she gives it to me, I know I’ve done something wrong.”

  “Raina has beautiful eyes,” said Frannie. “So are yours, Cole. I mean, Ice.”

  “Thank you, Frannie,” he replied, winking at her.

  “He does have very light blue eyes,” said my mother, who was obviously feeling very well from the alcohol. “Almost the same color as my Husky’s. Bailey. Don’t you think Terin?”

  “Yes.” I replied, remembering how intense they were when he was fucking me. The memory woke my lady parts up downstairs.

  “Thanks,” he said, staring at me while he took another swig of beer.

  “So, you’ve been patched? What does that mean?” asked my mother.

  Frannie explained.

  “Oh. Well, congratulations. You must be thrilled.”

  “I am thrilled and honored,” he said. “One of the happiest nights of my life.”

  “Hey, did I just overhear that you were patched tonight, Cole?” asked one of the waitresses, walking over. She was dressed in a short miniskirt and a tank top that said “Rumors”. It was tight and barely covered what could only be fake boobs.

  Cole tensed up. “Yeah,”

  “Why didn’t you call me?” she asked, stopping in front of him.

  He shrugged. “I didn’t know you’d be interested.”

  “Of course I’m interested! Silly.”

  He didn’t reply.

  “Well, this calls for a shot. What do you say?” she asked, batting her eyelashes up toward him. “Will you let me buy you one?”

  Cole sighed. I could tell that he was irritate, however. “Sure, Patty. Why not?”

  So this was Patty.

  My stomach clenched with an unexpected jolt of jealously.

  “I’ll be right back,” she said, touching his arm possessively before walking away.

  “Patty looked like she wanted to eat you alive,” said Tank, smirking. “Watch out. That shot might have a roofie in it.”

  “No shit,” said Cole, smiling grimly.

  “Maybe I should take it for you,” said Hoss. “I’d let a girl like that do anything she wanted.”

  I was about to tell them that roofies were nothing to joke about, when Patty came back.

  The next thing I knew, she was planting a shot between her breasts and thrusting her chest out toward him.

  “Really?” he asked dryly.

  “Oh shit,” said Tank, chuckling.

  “What’s wrong? You chicken?” goaded Patty, staring up at him.

  “Of course he’s not chicken,” said Hoss. “Take it, Ice.”

  Cole glanced at me.

  I looked away.

  “Come on Cole. You know you want it,” she said, squishing her breasts together so the shot would stay in place. “Remember, don’t use your hands.”

  “What are you waiting for?” asked Hoss. “Get in there before someone else takes the shot.”

  “What is it?” Cole asked.

  “A slippery nipple,” said Patty. “I know how much you like those.”

  My mother, who’d been unusually quiet, giggled.

  Cole gave me one last look before leaning over Patty’s chest. He pulled the shot out of her cleavage with his lips and sucked it down. Then he slammed the shot glass onto the bar. The guys cheered.

  “How was it?” asked Hoss, patting him on the back.

  “Not bad,” said Cole, wiping his mouth. “A little sweet.”

  “Ready for a second?” asked Patty. “I’ve got another one coming up with your name on it. Or, maybe you’d rather have a Blow Job?”

  The guys all laughed.

  “Are we talking a shot or the real thing?” asked Hoss.

  “The shot,” said Patty. “Although, I do get off in another hour, Cole. Wink. Wink.”

  Hoss choked on his beer and wiped his mouth. “How can anyone pass that up?” he asked in a raspy voice.

  Feeling sick to my stomach, I turned toward my mother. “This place is giving me a headache,” I told her in a low voice. “I’m going to go outside and get some fresh air.”

  She gave me a concerned look. “Okay. Do you want me to come out with you?”

  “No thanks,” I said, turning away. “Stay here. I’ll just go sit on the bus until I feel better.”

  “Alright, dear.”

  “Is she okay?” asked Frannie.

  “She’ll be fine,” I heard her say as I walked away.

  I hurried through the night club and stepped outside. As I made my way over to the bus, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw that it was Tony, the guy from the gym.

  “Oh, hey. What are you doing here?” I asked, surprised.

  “You’re never going to believe it,” he replied. “I think I’m actually dancing for your bachelorette party!”

  “How did that happen?” I asked, noticing that he was wearing army fatigues.

  “Someone called in sick and they asked me if I was free. Since I didn’t have a date tonight,” he said, winking, “I told them I could do it. I have to admit, I was hoping it was going to be your bus.”

  “Really? You were hoping… So, I get to see you naked and we haven’t even been out on a first date,” I teased.

  He laughed. “No shit. Well, you could keep your eyes closed… although, you might not want to.”

  “I think I’ll keep my eyes open. Just so that I can watch my mother and the other girls throw dollar bills at you.”

  “Let’s hope they do. Maybe we can use the money afterward? An early breakfast?”

  “Maybe,” I replied. He seemed nice, although he was obviously conceited.

  Tony looked over my shoulder. “Can I help you?”

  “Yeah. Take a hike,” said a deep voice behind me.

  Stiffening up, I turned around to find Cole standing there. He was all danger and hard muscles, ready to strike. It was both frightening and sexy as hell.

  “What the fuck did you just say to me?” asked Tony, staring back at him with a scowl.

  “You heard me,” he replied in a rough, dark voice.

  Sensing that the situation was about to get ugly, I stood between them. “Just… hold up. Cole, what do you want?”

  He looked down at me and his face softened a bit. “I want to talk to you.”

  “Talk? Why? I thought you were busy inside, getting a blow job?” I said curtly.

  “That’s not what I wanted from her. Hell, I don’t want anything from Patty. I told you that before.”

  “So, you just want to talk?”

  “No. I want more than that,” he said, his eyes smoldering with frustrated need.

  Oh God.

  He was horny.

  So was I.

  “We’ll talk about this somewhere else,” said Cole, grabbing me by the hand. He started pulling me with him, away from the bus.

  “Wait a second. I can’t just leave with you! Let me go,” I demanded, trying to pull away.

  “You’d better let her go, buddy,” said Tony, following behind us.

  Cole stopped abruptly and turned on his heel. Still holding my arm, he addressed Tony. “This doesn’t concern you, buddy,” he said. “And the only reason I’m not kicking your ass at th
is moment is because you serve our country.”

  “Actually, it’s just a costume. I think,” I said, not understanding why I was telling him. It could only make matters worse. “Isn’t it?”

  “Yes, but that’s not the point,” snapped Tony, looking angry. “You can’t force a woman to do something she doesn’t want to do.”

  “Terin, am I forcing you to do something you don’t want to do?” Cole asked me, his eye boring into mine.

  My heart began to race as I realized that more than anything, I wanted Cole to whisk me away and fuck the hell out of me. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the thought of him and Patty together and I was jealous. Or, maybe, I just missed the hell out of Cole (Ice) Johnson. I wasn’t sure. I just knew that I wanted to leave with him and screw everyone else.

  Wait, I’m no longer in that department, I thought.

  “No. You’re not,” I said, unable to look at Tony.

  “Crazy broad,” mumbled Tony, turning and walking away.

  “Hey… hey… hey… What’s going on out here?” asked Torie, walking quickly toward me with Amanda.

  “I’m leaving,” I said, giving her an apologetic smile. “You don’t mind, do you?”

  “What do you mean you’re leaving?” Noticing that Cole was holding my arm, my sister frowned. “Wait a second, who in the hell are you?”

  “I’m a friend,” he said, turning on the charm. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she gets home safely.”

  Torie looked at me in disbelief. “I can’t believe you’re leaving. What about the strippers?”

  “I don’t think I’ll be missing them,” I replied, as Cole pulled my back against his chest and I could feel his raging hard-on.

  “Wait a second, aren’t you with the Gold Vipers?” she asked.

  He smiled. “Yeah.”

  “And you two are leaving together…?”

  I nodded.

  “As in hooking up?”

  My cheeks grew warm. “I… I don’t know. We’re just going to talk.”

  “Right.” She grinned. “Hell, if anyone needs to get laid, it’s you. Have fun.”

  “Thanks, you, too,” I replied. “Tell mom I’ll call her tomorrow.”

  “You’d better call me tomorrow, first,” she said. “If I’m letting you leave my party, I need details. Okay?”

  “We’ll see,” I answered.

  She looked at Cole. “Damn, I hope the strippers are as hot as you are.”

  “Stop, you’re making me blush,” joked Cole.

  Torie laughed and then dragged Amanda away.

  “You ready to get out of here?” he whispered into my ear.

  “I’ve been ready since you drank that slippery nipple,” I told him.

  Growling in the back of his throat, he grabbed my hand and led me away from the bar.

  Forty-one

  Terin

  “Where are we going?”

  “Over there,” he said, nodding toward a hotel.

  “A hotel?”

  “Yup. Tail reserved a room earlier.”

  I stared at him surprise. “Tail?”

  “Yeah. He said we could have it.”

  “Won’t he need it?”

  Cole smiled. “He’ll figure something else out. He’s very resourceful.”

  “He told you that we could have it? How did you know I’d agree to even go there with you?” I asked, stopping abruptly.

  Cole gave me a devilish grin. “I knew right away when I saw how pissed off you were at Patty.”

  “Pissed off? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said innocently.

  He barked out a laugh. “Liar.”

  ***

  Ten minutes later, our clothes were lying next to the bed and his tongue was between my legs, wiggling and teasing my clit. Whenever I came close to the edge of an orgasm, he would stop.

  “You want me to make you come, detective?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I begged.

  “Isn’t that against department policy?” he asked, sliding his finger inside of me.

  “I don’t care,” I whispered.

  “Are you going to arrest me if I don’t?”

  “Maybe. Yes… Maybe…” I whimpered as he began teasing me again with his tongue.

  “What if I don’t want to go to jail?” he said, stopping.

  I looked down at him. “Are you really going to make me suffer all night?”

  “You made me suffer. I wanted to fuck you last night. The night before. And the night before that,” he said, inserting a finger into my other hole.

  I gasped.

  Staring up into my eyes, he began stroking my clit again with his tongue while his fingers played me like a piano. The pressure built quickly and this time, he was merciful enough to take me all the way. My hips convulsed as I came and I cried out in both relief and ecstasy. Before I had time to recover or catch my breath, Cole flipped me over, grabbed my hips, and entered me from behind.

  “You going to come for me again, detective?” he said, wrapping my hair around his fist. He pulled my head back and leaned over me, his other hand cupping and squeezing my breasts.

  “Mm… yeah,” I said, reveling in the way his cock filled me. He pulled out slightly and began thrusting in and out, hitting my G-spot. Soon, I was having another orgasm, my womanhood contracting around his cock and making him gasp in pleasure as he exploded inside of me. When he was spent, Cole collapsed on top of me.

  “Can you stay?” he whispered, smoothing the hair away from my face.

  “Yes,” I replied, closing my eyes.

  He held me in his arms and we both fell asleep.

  Forty-two

  Cole

  I woke up several hours later to the sound of my cell phone ringing. Terin and I both sat up.

  “Sorry,” I said, grabbing my phone.

  “Who is it?” she asked, yawning.

  “Tank,” I said, answering it.

  “Brother, I need to talk to you. Some shit has come up that you need to know about.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked him.

  “Just… get to the clubhouse.”

  “Now?” I asked, looking at the clock. It wasn’t even nine a.m.

  “Yes. Now,” said Tank.

  I sighed. “Okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

  “Okay,” he said and hung up.

  “What’s wrong?” asked Terin, as I rolled out of bed.

  “I don’t know,” I replied, heading toward the bathroom. “Club business I think.”

  “What did he say?”

  “That he had some stuff to talk to me about. I’m sorry. I was hoping we could at least have breakfast.”

  “It’s okay.”

  I looked back at her. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you home. Just don’t leave.”

  She stood up and started grabbing her clothing from the carpet. “I won’t. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

  “I’ll call someone for a ride.”

  “Thanks.”

  An hour later, we were in Dover’s truck.

  “Where to?” he asked.

  Terin gave him the directions to her apartment building. It was about twenty minutes away from my own place.

  “Thanks,” she said, opening up the door.

  “Wait. I’m going to walk you up,” I told her.

  Half expecting her to protest, I was pleasantly surprised when she agreed.

  ***

  Terin lived on the top floor of her building in a one-bedroom apartment.

  “Can I stop by later?” I asked, glancing around her place. It was warm, inviting and she had a big screen television that was larger than the one at my place. I pictured us curled up on her sofa, watching it together, among other things, and silently cursed Tank and his timing.

  She nodded. “Yeah. Call me first. I might not be around.”

  “Why not? You have a date with soldier boy later?” I teased.

  “He hasn’t called me yet, so I’m not sure,”
she replied with a smirk.

  I grabbed Terin around the waist and pulled her into my arms. “You’d better hang up if he calls.”

  “Why?”

  “You’d be an accomplice in a murder case.”

  She laughed. “Is that right?”

  “Hell yeah. He tries going out with my girl and the blood will be on your hands.”

  She cocked her eyebrow. “Your girl?”

  I smoothed the hair away from her eyes. “My woman? Does that sound better?”

  Terin let out a ragged sigh. She looked away.

  I tilted her chin back up, forcing her to look at me. “You can’t deny that there’s something pretty powerful going on between us. And, I’m not just talking about sex.”

  “Yeah,” she replied. “I can’t.”

  “So, what are we going to do about it?” I asked, rubbing her cheekbone with my thumb.

  “What do you want to do?”

  “Spend more time with you. A lot more time.”

  Terin smiled grimly. “Well, since I’ve been suspended, that shouldn’t be too difficult.”

  My eyes widened. “Suspended? Why?”

  “My boss, excuse me my Ex-boss found out about us.”

  “How and what do you mean EX?”

  She explained that someone had sent them to Walters. Someone who’d been working with her co-worker, Bronson.

  “Isn’t that the same guy who showed up here and tried raping you?” I asked angrily.

  She nodded.

  “That fucking pile of shit. I should hunt his ass down and -“

  “No,” she said firmly. “You’ll end up in jail.”

  “It would be worth it.”

  “Seriously, Cole, don’t do anything to him. I mean it. Besides, maybe it was for the best.”

  “Why would you say that? You’ve been suspended.”

  “But not fired, which I’m grateful for. I’ve also been transferred to Cyber Crime. I’m not part of the team investigating you or your club anymore.”

  I stared at her in surprise.

  She smiled.

  “So, we can see each other?”

  “That depends,” Terin said, staring into my eyes. “You see even though I’m not in the department anymore, I’m not about to date anyone that I can’t trust. That means, I can’t be with you if you’re going to be involved with anything criminal.”