Bad Boys of Romance - A Biker Anthology

by Kasey Millstead

  I hear a faint tapping on my front door just as I’ve dressed in my pajamas after an early shower.

  Confusion hits me. Slowly, I pad toward the door, unsure whether I actually heard someone knocking or not. I jump when the person knocks harder.

  Opening the door, I gasp when I see Switch standing there. He looks devastated. My heart immediately aches for him and I pull him into my arms. He goes willingly, his arms wrapping around my waist and crushing me to him. I can’t breath too well, but I don’t complain, I just hold him until he releases me slightly and walks us back to my couch.

  He arranges me in his lap, his finger drawing circles on my thigh.

  I don’t speak yet. I just give him time. He’ll open up when he wants to.

  “Amber’s at rehab,” he states simply, his voice emotionless.

  “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I say sincerely, as I rub his arm. It’s not something I’ve ever had to do, so I can only imagine the conflicting range of emotions he’s feeling right now.

  “She fucking killed it,” he growls suddenly.

  “Killed what?”

  “My baby,” he whispers, his shoulders slumping.

  Oh my god!

  My chest constricts.

  “Switch,” I whisper, cupping his jaw with my palm. “I’m so sorry.” Tears burn the back of my eyes.

  “What sort of woman does that, Jenna? Jesus Christ, what kind of monster did I fucking marry?”

  Oh my god.

  “I don’t know what to say,” I admit helplessly. “I have no idea why she would do such a thing, Switch, I really don’t. But, I’m so sorry for your loss.”

  I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold him tight. He buries his head into the crook of my neck, his heavy breathing skating across my skin, warming it.

  “Are you okay?” I ask when he pulls back.

  “I will be. I just can’t wrap my head around it. She fell pregnant so I’d marry her and when she got what she wanted, she killed our baby. I don’t get it.” He shakes his head sadly.

  I don’t know what to say, other than I’m sorry, again, so I don’t say anything. I just run my fingers continuously up the back of his neck and into his hair before coming back down again and repeating the process. Hopefully it’s soothing him.

  After a while, his eyes meet mine. A charge ignites between us and the room fills with thick sexual tension. His hand that is resting on my lower back, snakes up my spine until he grips my neck. Then, he guides my mouth to meet his.

  My heart kicks up a notch and I bring my hands around to cup his stubbly jaw. His tongue sneaks out to trace along my lips and I immediately open up to him. The kiss is slow and deep, but no less passionate than it is full of lust. This kiss is about healing him, not about seducing each other.

  “Thank you,” he murmurs against my lips.

  “What for?” I smile.

  “For being you. I know this probably isn’t the right time to talk about this, but I want to be with you, Jenn. I think you know that already. I know I’m probably not the kind of man you saw yourself being with, but I promise you, that if you give me a chance, I’ll prove to you I can be that man.”

  I look deep into his beautiful blue eyes, shadowed with sadness and littered with deception inflicted by a woman who betrayed him in the worst possible way. As much as I would like to say that I need to sit down and weigh up the pros and the cons, I know that I don’t have to. I want this man, despite everything else that is going on, I want him. Body and soul. All of him.

  “Okay,” I whisper and then smile, my eyes shining with tears.

  His lips meet mine again and our kiss takes a turn. The room heats along with my blood and the dull throb between my legs that I’ve become accustomed to when I’m in his presence turns into an incessant ache.

  “Let me make love to you,” he whispers against my lips.

  I still.

  “Jenna?” He pulls back immediately, concern marring his blue depths.

  “O-okay.” My need for him overtakes my nervousness.

  “Are you sure? We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I can wait, baby,” he assures me.

  “I want to,” I smile. “I just . . . I’ve never done this before, Switch,” I admit quietly.

  “Never done what, baby?” He asks in between peppering kisses down my neck.

  Damn, that feels good.

  My body shivers.

  “Uh, um. Sex.” My words are barely a whisper. I only know he’s heard them because he stops kissing me and pulls back to search my face.

  When he sees I’m telling the truth, he leans in and kisses me again. “Fuck, I don’t deserve you.” He grabs my face and guides my mouth to his before standing, bringing me up in his arms and carrying me into my room. He lays me down on my bed and then covers my body with his own, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the most delicious way.

  My nostrils fill with the scent of leather and fresh air, the scent that is all him, and I revel in it. My fingers go to his vest as I tug it down his arms.

  Sitting up on his knees, he rips his shirt over his head and unclasps his belt, before popping the button on his jeans. My eyes immediately rack over his naked chest. I eye his tattoos and my mouth waters. Thick contours of muscle define his stomach and a deep V shape disappears below his pants, leading to the giant bulge that is his crotch.

  My stomach tightens and my clit pulses. My nipples tingle and I lick my lips, eager to have him.

  Leaning down, he slowly removes my pajamas until I’m naked beneath him.

  “So beautiful,” he murmurs before capturing one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking. I arch of the bed, the pleasure shooting throughout my body in a sensation I’ve never felt before. My entire body feels like it’s on fire and I can’t help but want to add fuel to the flames.

  He pays attention to each breast before shifting down my stomach, trailing kisses and dipping his tongue into my belly button. I want to giggle, because it tickles, but I don’t because it feels so good! I moan instead. His head dips further down, kissing along the inside of my thighs until I’m squirming, desperate for him to kiss me between my legs.

  “Please,” I beg, unashamedly.

  “What do you want, baby?” He cajoles.

  “Please, kiss the ache away, please. God,” I ramble.

  “Oh, Jenna,” he growls. “With pleasure.” Then, his mouth is on me. Teasing, licking, sucking and nibbling in the most delicious way. His beard scratches against my tender skin, adding to my pleasure. And, just when I think it can’t get any better, he gently slides a finger inside of me.

  “Oh god,” I cry out. He sucks my clit into his mouth and pumps his digit into me and I fall off the edge of the cliff, screaming incoherently. A hot flush invades my body as I tremble and squirm, moaning his name as my body shudders deliriously.

  “I didn’t think you could get any more beautiful,” he states as I come back down from my high. “I was wrong.”

  My heart melts.

  “Switch,” I sigh, my chin trembling as I fight back tears from the sweetness of his words.

  He hovers above me, and then leans in to take my mouth in a searing kiss. My hands go down to his hips, pushing his jeans off his body, frantically. He helps me out, standing, ripping them off and tossing them across the room before laying his naked body back down on mine.

  “God, I want you so bad,” I moan as his lips capture my nipple again, sending tingles throughout my body and re-igniting the flame that had just subsided.

  Coming up on his knees, he gently guides his thick length to my swollen, throbbing center.

  “Don’t hurt me,” I whisper as he slowly pushes inside me.

  “Fuck,” he clips as I gasp. My body tenses at his invasion.

  “Keep going. Just do it. Hurry.”

  With a loud groan he pushes inside me until he’s fully seated.

  Oh god. I feel full. So fucking full.

  “Ready?” He asks when my b
ody has become accustomed to his.

  “Yes,” I nod, my hips lifting gently off the bed.

  He pulls out, almost all the way, before sliding back in quickly.

  My body burns as electric currents shoot from every single nerve ending in my system. My loud moans of pleasure, his deep grunts and the sounds of skin slapping skin echo off the walls. The room is filled with the scent of sweat and arousal and it’s intoxicating.

  My arms wrap around his neck and I try to pull him impossibly closer to me. I can’t get enough. His shaft grinds along my clit and I begin to whimper. He takes my mouth as one hand reaches up to twist my nipple.

  My entire body tenses tight. My legs wraps around his hips, my arms tighten around his neck and my mouth rips from his. I sink my teeth into his shoulder and scream as I let go, my pussy convulsing, sending pulsing waves over his cock.

  “Fuck, Jenna,” he rasps as he stills inside of me.

  And, then I feel it.

  His cock begins to throb inside me. Warmth fills me as he releases with a drawn out groan, his face buried in the crook of my neck, the sound vibrating against my skin.

  “Wow,” I pant.

  His body shakes as he laughs. “Yeah, baby. Wow, is right.”

  He rises off the bed, leaving the room only to return moments later with a washcloth. Gently, he cleans between my legs as I lay, sprawled out and sated.

  Climbing in beside me, he pulls me close and holds me. My fingers absently trace up and down his arms, feeling the contours of his muscles. When I reach his fingers, I pause.

  His wedding band is gone.

  My heart jolts and then swells.

  “Don’t even know why I wore it. But, it’s gone now. I reckon it’s a time for new beginnings.” He gives me a squeeze, letting me know I’m his new beginning.

  I turn in his arms and move my body on top of his.

  “I think that calls for a celebration.” I whisper the words against his mouth as my body lowers and I sink down on him.

  SWITCH

  “You nervous, babe?” I ask Jenna as she stands in her kitchen, fidgeting.

  “What? No. I, uh, I have something to tell you. I mean, show you,” she rambles.

  “Well?”

  “Okay, come with me.” She takes my hand and begins leading me through her house toward the back.

  Life has been good the last three months. Things have been going steady with Jenna and me. Things at the club are good. Life is just good, in general. And, it’s been a long fucking time since I’ve been able to say life is good for me.

  This afternoon, we’re leaving on a charity run and Jenna’s coming along for the ride. It’s only a short one – we’re riding from Friday to Monday, so I thought she might have been acting a little strange because of nerves. She’s spent a bit of time on my bike over the last few months, but because she works five days a week, it hasn’t been nearly enough for my liking. If it were up to me, her ass would be planted on my bike twenty-four/seven.

  She pauses short of opening the back door.

  “Don’t be mad, okay. I just . . . I wanted to do something.”

  “What did you do?” I rumble.

  She doesn’t answer. Instead, she opens the door and leads me across the lawn, stopping beneath a shady tree in the corner of her yard. I look down and my heart fucking bursts. It explodes right out of my chest. My hand drops hers as I reach up to rub the ache in my chest away.

  “Fuck,” I gasp.

  “I’m sorry. Oh, shit. I’m so sorry. I just wanted to do something nice for you. I’m sorry,” her rushed words trail off as her voice gets a quiver in it.

  “Don’t fuckin’ apologize. Ever,” I tell her fiercely. “This,” I pause and clear my throat, my emotions threatening to takeover. “This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you.”

  I pull her into my arms and together, we both stand in silence, our eyes on the beautiful memorial that my woman made for my unborn child.

  A small circle of white rocks encases a larger white rock in the center. On that, is a brass plaque with the words, Angel Cruz. Always loved. There are some angel ornaments and little clay cherubs placed around, decorating the area. Bright plastic butterflies add color, along with a small bunch of flowers.

  “There’s something else.” She pulls out of my arms and walks over behind the tree. Unhooking two balloons from the branches, she hands me one.

  “I thought we could let these balloons go, and with them, you could let go of your guilt.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she nervously awaits my reaction.

  “I think that’s a great idea, baby.” I need to let the guilt go. It’s been gnawing at me ever since I found out what Amber did. I’ve constantly felt like I let my child down. Jenna’s been good at reminding me that Amber is at fault, not me. But, I need to let it go, once and for all.

  “My wedding ring?” My eyebrow cocks as I spy the flimsy gold band tied to the end of the ribbon that’s attached to the balloon.

  Jenna shrugs and smiles. “I thought it would be good to let it all go,” she says by way of explanation.

  “You’re prefect,” I tell her. Pulling her into my arms, I kiss her softly.

  I pull back and look up into the bright, clear Alabama day. The sun is shining down, warming my face as a cool breeze blows through.

  I let go.

  I let go of everything.

  The guilt, the pain, the disappointment, the struggle, the sadness . . .

  I let go of it all.

  Finally, fucking finally, the weight of the world releases itself from my shoulders and I feel . . . relief.

  ***

  “That’s it, baby. Bounce up and down on my cock. Make those perfect tits move for me,” I growl.

  “Oh, god,” Jenn breathes, her pussy tightening around my shaft as she glides her body up and down.

  My hands grip her hips, pushing and pulling, assisting as she rides me. I thrust upward, jarring into her, causing her to moan, falling forward. I grab her nipple between my teeth and suck it into my mouth as my thumb goes to her clit and begins to rub in sharp circles.

  “Feel so fuckin’ good. So fuckin’ wet for me baby,” I grit out around the mouthful of flesh.

  “Yes! Switch,” she cries. Her pussy throbs, milking my cock as she comes, pulling me over the edge with her. She collapses down onto my body, spent from our lovemaking and I hold her to me, tight, determined to never let her go. Ever.

  JENN

  The bike vibrates between my numbed legs as we ride back into the Salt Rock town limits.

  It’s been a long three and a half days. After setting off on Friday afternoon, we rode pretty much all day, only stopping to eat, sleep and refuel. The boys had their bikes decked out with something pink, and the girls joining in the ride were asked to wear pink as well, in aid of the breast cancer charity the ride was supporting. It was a fantastic weekend, and I’m so glad I went. Two of the men have old ladies, and I enjoyed meeting and making new friendships with them, but most of all, I loved spending quality time with Switch and being able to take part in something that is his entire world; the club.

  Due to my hard work over the last few months, my boss was cool with me taking Friday and Monday off work. After the success of the ball, where we managed to raise over fifteen thousand dollars for the McMahon family, he asked me to plan another event – this time a masquerade ball. I’ve been working overtime for weeks, so, even if he had put up a fight about me taking the time off, I knew I had it worked up anyways.

  Switch pulls into the compound and I wait until he cuts the engine before climbing off. My legs are still vibrating and they feel like jelly. My ass is dead and I just want to go for a long walk around the yard to stretch out my muscles.

  “You alright?” Switch asks, pulling me into his arms and placing a kiss on my lips.

  “Yeah. I loved it. Thank you for taking me,” I smile up into his beautiful blue eyes.

  “Glad you had fun, bab
y. I’ll take you anytime you want.”

  “Mmm, I know,” I wink.

  He pulls me deeper into his body. His head dips down and his tongue sneaks out to lick across my lips. “I love you, my horny little devil.” His raspy words cause my heart to still before it starts thumping again erratically in my chest.

  “Y-you love me?” I choke out.

  “Switch?” A female voice calls, interrupting our moment.

  My brow furrows in confusion as Switch scowls and turns to face the direction the voice was coming from.

  I follow his lead and turn. A woman walks across the compound.

  “Fuck,” Switch hisses, only causing to deepen my confusion.

  Who is this woman?

  “Hey, Switch,” she greets as she comes to a standstill in front of us. Her eyes dart to me and widen as she sees my hand firmly held in Switch’s.

  “Uh, hey,” she smiles hesitantly.

  “Hi. I’m Jenna,” I hold out my hand to hers, my manners taking over.

  She takes my hand in hers in a limp grip. “Um,” her eyes shoot to Switch and then back to me, rapidly. “Amber.”

  Holy shit.

  I release her hand and stand there quietly.

  Well, this is fucking awkward.

  The silence echoes through the open air, but the tension radiating of Switch is thick enough to cut with a knife. I squeeze his hand, showing him I’m here for support, even though I’m not sure what’s going on. It doesn’t matter though, I’ll always have his back. No matter what. Because, I love him. I wanted to tell him before she interrupted us, but I was so stunned that he said it first that I couldn’t get the words out.

  I’ve known for a while that I love him. With a connection like ours, it’s impossible not to feel love.