Red Hot Bikers, Rock Stars and Bad Boys

by Cassia Leo

  I curled into his side, letting my old friend drift to sleep while I mulled over my future without Flash weaving himself in and out of my life through the months. I needed to move on. More importantly, he needed to move on and find himself someone to love.

  As long as it wasn’t me.

  CHAPTER TWO

  “Morning, beautiful,” Flash whispered in my ear as I hugged my pillow, facing away from him.

  “Morning,” I said, groaning as I stretched.

  I wasn’t a morning person. I’d slept like shit with Flash in my bed. He’d been a hog and snored no matter how much I’d elbowed him to move. The noise just kept coming. I’d thought about pinching his nose, but I’d also thought that’d earn me an elbow to the face by accident. So I’d covered my head with my pillow, faced away from him, and prayed for him to shut the fuck up.

  “Sleep well?” he asked, stroking my arm lightly as goose bumps broke out across my skin.

  “Ugh,” I whined, turning toward him. “No.”

  “I slept like a fuckin’ rock.” He smiled, brushing the hair out of my eyes.

  “Yeah, I know,” I mumbled.

  His slow blinks and sappy smile made my stomach turn. He wasn’t staring at me like a piece of meat or a hit-it-and-quit-it kind of thing. His face screamed that he loved me, and it freaked me the fuck out.

  “So, what do you want to do today?” he asked, his eyes searching my face.

  I bit the inside of my lip. “It’s Thanksgiving, Flash. I’m going to spend the day with my family.”

  “Fuck,” he muttered as he stared at the ceiling.

  “What?” I asked, pulling the sheet over my breasts as I sat up and rested against the headboard.

  “I forgot it’s Thanksgiving.”

  “I’m sure your parents are expecting you.”

  “No, they’re out of town. I’ll just do what I came here for and head back to the clubhouse.”

  Fucking great. I don’t want him to be alone on a holiday. No one deserves that. “I’m sure Joe wouldn’t mind if you came to dinner. He cooks for an army, just like my ma.”

  “You wouldn’t care?” he asked, looking over at me with puppy-dog eyes.

  “No. You know everybody, and my mom has always liked you.”

  “Your mom is the best damn cook. That’s one of the reasons I liked you as a kid. Your mom fed everybody.”

  “You liked me because I let you feel me up in eighth grade.” I laughed, hitting him in the face with my pillow.

  “Yeah, that too.” He grabbed me by the arms, pulling me down on top of him.

  “Flash,” I warned.

  “I know, Izzy. I’m just a cock to you.”

  I hit his shoulder hard, making my palm sting. “Fucker, you’re a friend, but your cock is mighty fine.”

  “My cock could use some attention.”

  “So could my pussy.”

  “Listen, you greedy little cunt. I ate you so fucking good last night and what did I get?”

  “You just said what you got. You got to eat my pussy.”

  “Izzy,” he said, grabbing my shoulder. “My balls are gonna burst. You gotta help a guy out here.”

  I crawled on top of him, straddling him, and felt his dick already hard underneath me. “Flash, what do I get if I let you?”

  “Woman,” he said as he swatted my ass. “You’ll get to come on my ‘mighty fine cock,’ as you called it.”

  “I want two,” I demanded, grinding myself against him.

  He shivered as a small moan escaped his lips. “Anything you want.”

  I looked at the ceiling, resting my index finger against my lips as I moved my hips. “Well, my house could use a good cleaning,” I teased.

  “You’ll get what I give you,” he growled.

  “Oh, I like big, bad biker Flash.” I laughed, leaning back and pushing the tip of his cock farther into my wetness.

  He tossed me through the air, and I landed on the bed and bounced. I snorted as I laughed. He grabbed the condom off the nightstand and moved his body between my legs.

  “I’ll show you big, bad biker Flash.”

  “Shit better be good.”

  “You talk too fucking much,” he said as he rolled the condom down his shaft. “I always do you good, Izzy. No one does it better.”

  On a consistent basis, he was the best, but I’d had better one-night stands. There’s something about the explosion of passion that happens when two strangers get together and there’s an undeniable attraction. Clothes get torn, bodies get bruised, and everyone walks away with exactly what they wanted to begin with—a quick fuck, no strings attached.

  “Gimme those lips,” he said, leaning over me as he stuck the tip of his cock inside me.

  “No,” I whispered, turning my head.

  He stopped all movement. “No?”

  “Your breath.” I laughed, but it was more than that. It felt too personal, and the last thing I wanted was anything that involved feelings.

  “Gotcha,” he replied as he jammed his dick inside me, causing me to cry out in pleasure.

  “Jesus,” I mumbled, pushing my head into my pillow and arching my back to give him better access.

  “So fuckin’ good,” he whispered, rocking back and forth.

  I sighed, letting myself get lost in the pleasure and blocking everything out. As his thrusts grew more punishing, I dug my fingers into his skin, trying to ground myself.

  Closing my eyes, I listened to our moans as he moved. The sound of our bodies connecting filled the room, mingled with our breathing. He drove me closer to the edge. Each thrust hit my clit, bringing the orgasm just within reach.

  Within minutes, I was flying off a cliff. A kaleidoscope of colors filled my vision as the orgasm that tore through me stole the air from my lungs. Flash had that ability. That’s one reason why I always welcomed him into my bed.

  “Oh God, yes!” I screamed, meeting his thrusts as the orgasm waned. I wanted more, needed more. I wasn’t done, and neither was he.

  He stared down at me, his eyes blazing as he gritted his teeth, chasing his own release. Picking up the pace, he grabbed my ass and tilted my hips, causing him to slide in farther.

  “Right there!” I screeched, kicking my feet against the bed.

  “Fuck,” he hissed, his momentum quickening to an impressive speed.

  Moments later, his movement stuttered as he groaned though his release. Sweat dripped from his chin, landing on my breast and sliding down to rest in between my tits.

  The very last thrust he gave me sent me over the edge. The second orgasm was just as intense as the first and left me a puddle of jelly.

  We lay there panting, sweaty, and exhausted. Trying to gulp air as if we were fish searching for water as we flopped in a new atmosphere. I wanted to fall back asleep. My eyes felt heavy as the tiredness I felt went bone deep.

  Just as my breathing slowed and my mind started to turn off, my phone beeped.

  “Fuck,” I muttered, reaching out and feeling around my nightstand. Cracking one eye, I brought the phone to my face, too tired to open both.

  Joe: Be on time today.

  I rolled my eyes, tossing the phone to the floor. Yawning, I moving away from Flash and snuggled with my pillow. I had hours until I needed to be there for dinner. It was a holiday, for shit’s sake, and I needed rest after having listened to Flash snore all night.

  Comfortable and sated sleep took me quickly. Everything faded away.

  “Izzy,” a voice said inside my dream, but I ignored it. “Izzy,” the voice repeated.

  “What?” I mumbled, annoyed to have my darkness interrupted.

  “Izzy,” Flash said, shaking my shoulders. “What time do we have to be at your brother’s?”

  “Two,” I muttered, placing the pillow over my head.

  “It’s one thirty, babe.”

  I jumped from the bed, my heart racing at the thought of being late. “Fuck. Why did you let me sleep so long?” I grabbed my jeans off the d
resser, slipping them on and quickly fastening them. Then I turned to see Flash staring at me. “Get your ass up. We gotta go.”

  “Is someone scared of her brother?” He smiled, stretching out across my bed.

  “No. I just don’t want to hear bullshit about being late.”

  “Pussy.” He laughed, climbing off the bed.

  “If you ever want my pussy again, you’ll move your ass.” I threw his dirty clothes at him before he could react. They hit him square in the chest and fell to his feet.

  “What the fuck, dude?” he asked, holding out his hands.

  “Put something on. You can’t go like that,” I said, waving my hands up and down.

  “My clothes are outside.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest, highly irritated at this point. “Flash, move it. Stop fucking around. Get your shit and get ready. I’m leaving in ten with or without you.”

  “Fine,” he said, pulling on his jeans before stomping out the door as I walked into my closet to grab a cami.

  It was bad enough that I was bringing Flash with me. Joe hated him. Fuck, all my brothers hated him. Hopefully, with it being a holiday, they could put aside their bullshit and welcome him inside. I could hope, but I knew the reality. I’d be playing interference the entire day to stop fists from flying.

  Exactly ten minutes later, I grabbed my keys off the counter and threw on my heels. Then I stood by the front door, about to walk out, when Flash rounded the corner looking as good as biker Flash could. His outfit wasn’t fancy, but it would do. Time to get the clusterfuck over with.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Thank goodness Anthony showed up when we did. I wouldn’t have to hear Joe’s mouth about being the last one to dinner.

  “Hey, Anth.”

  Anthony hugged me, moving in closer to my ear and whispering, “Why the fuck did you bring him?”

  I looked at Flash, giving him a smile before responding to Anthony. “He didn’t have anywhere else to go.” I batted my eyelashes at him as he backed away and gave Flash a once-over.

  “Joe is going to shit a motherfucking brick.” Anthony winked and grinned.

  “Just thought I’d keep the day interesting.”

  “Hey, man,” Flash said as he walked up to Anthony with his hand outstretched.

  “Long time no see, Sam.” Anthony grasped his hand, shaking it for longer than normal.

  “Yeah.” Flash flinched from the handshake. Then he flexed his hands as Anthony released him. “It’s Flash now.”

  I rolled my eyes and shook my head. This shit should go over real well with my family. Anthony looked at me, and I shrugged before pinching my nose.

  “Stay behind me,” I said, looking at Flash and pointing at the ground.

  “Why?”

  “’Cause Joe won’t punch me when he sees you, but by all means,” I said, motioning in front of me with my hand. “Go ahead in front if you want a fist in the face as a greeting.”

  Flash grimaced and sighed. “I don’t know why your brother doesn’t fuckin’ like me.”

  “Maybe ’cause you’ve been fucking his little sister for years.”

  Flash mumbled something under his breath, moving to stand behind me as we approached the door. As Anthony knocked, I fidgeted with my hands, praying that the day didn’t turn into a clusterfuck.

  “Fucker hated me before that,” Flash snarled behind me.

  Anthony’s fists didn’t relent as he pounded on the door.

  “Why don’t you just open it?”

  “This isn’t Ma’s and I don’t just walk in without being told it’s okay,” he said, landing another blow.

  “Pussy,” I whispered, moving around Anthony and walking inside.

  Flash laughed, following behind me as Anthony grumbled.

  “Smells damn good in here.” I inhaled deeply.

  “Hey, sis,” Joe said, walking over to hug me.

  “I brought someone. I hope you don’t mind.” I smiled, looking up into his eyes. I knew I was laying it on thick, but I was just trying to cushion the blow.

  “Who?” Joe asked, looking over my shoulder. “Really?” he growled in my ear, grabbing my shoulder.

  “Come on, Joey. He didn’t have anywhere else to be. He was in town and I told him he could spend the day with us. I know you made enough food for an entire army.” I batted my eyelashes at Joe.

  “He’s here now.” Joe shook his head, staring down at me. “Next time ask, Izzy.”

  “Okay,” I whispered against his chest, giving him a squeeze before ducking under his arms.

  Joe held out his hand to Flash as Anthony walked by and grimaced. “Nice to see you again, Sam,” Joe bit out through gritted teeth.

  “I go by Flash now.”

  I cringed at his response. I always knew Flash wasn’t the most intelligent man, but to reply to my brother in that way was just plain idiotic—or he had a death wish.

  “Whatever,” Joe said, rolling his eyes. “Welcome to my home.” He pulled Flash closer. “If you hurt my sister, I’ll fucking bury you. Got me?”

  “Easy now, City. I wouldn’t dream of it. We’re just friends.” He stood toe to toe with Joe, gripping his shoulder.

  I swear to fuck that all I could see was a train wreck. I thought I was standing in the middle of a Looney Tunes cartoon. There had to be a big kaboom coming at any second. Joe and Flash wouldn’t be parting on a happy note, but hopefully they could keep their hands to themselves for Thanksgiving.

  “I don’t care who the fuck you think you are or what MC you’re in. You’re still Sam to me and I can still whip your ass. Just so we’re clear.” Joe glared at him.

  Suzy’s arms slid around Joe as she looked at Flash. “Everything okay, baby?” she asked.

  “Just perfect, sugar. This is Sam, Izzy’s friend.”

  She released him, holding out her hand to Flash. “Hi, Sam. I’m Suzy. Nice to meet you,” she said, smiling.

  “It’s my pleasure, Suzy.” He pulled her hand to his lips and gently kissed it. “You have a beautiful home.”

  “Thank you, Sam.”

  Joe growled. Honest to motherfucking god, the man growled. I knew that my brother was a caveman, but this was beyond the realm of normal behavior. Flash looked at Joe, his lips turning up in a half-smirk before he turned back to Suzy.

  “Joe’s a very lucky man. I hope you don’t mind me crashing the party.” Sam looked to Joe with a shit-eating grin before he looked at Suzy.

  Yep—death wish.

  “Not at all. Come on in and make yourself at home,” Suzy said with a smile before stepping aside and wrapping her arms around my big brother.

  “Let’s go say hi to my parents, dumbass,” I said to Flash, grabbing his shirt and pulling him toward the living room.

  “Why the fuck am I a dumbass?” he asked, looking at me with a furrowed brow.

  I stopped, turning to face him. “Starting shit with my brother,” I whispered, glaring at him.

  “Dude, I gotta stand up to the guy. I can’t be a doormat. Show no weakness.”

  “You’re a fucking moron.” I laughed. “Ma,” I said, entering the room.

  “Happy Thanksgiving, baby girl.” She wrapped her arms around me.

  I have the best fucking mother in the world. She had to be the best to raise us as children and come out without a scratch. We didn’t make shit easy for her.

  “Happy Thanksgiving, Ma.” I kissed her cheek before releasing her. “I brought Sam with me.” I turned to him and smirked. “He would’ve been all alone today.”

  “Aww, Sam, it’s so good to see you. How have you been?” she asked as she moved toward him with open arms.

  This was pure Mama Gallo. She welcomes everyone and doesn’t hold a grudge. I, on the other hand, hold on to shit for too long and always wonder what angle the person is working when they are being nice.

  “Mrs. G, looking amazing as always.” He hugged her, lifting her off the ground.

  She giggled as her face turned
pink. “Oh, Sam. Put this old woman down.”

  “You’re not old, Mrs. G. You never will be. You haven’t aged a bit since I saw you last.”

  Flash may be a dumbass and a douche some of the time, but he knew how to talk to the ladies. He’d fine-tuned that skill since we were teenagers. I was immune to his charm.

  My pop rose to his feet, moving toward Flash with his arm extended as he offered his hand. “Sam, good to see you, kid. How the hell have you been?” Pop asked, smacking Flash on the shoulder with his free hand.

  I turned to look at my brothers. Snarls and glares were the Gallo boys’ preferred mug of choice today. I knew deep down that this would be the longest fucking holiday of my life.

  There wasn’t a cock in the world worth this much bullshit at a family holiday. I just wanted to laugh and bust a few balls. I didn’t want to play referee.

  “Yo, Joe, is dinner almost ready?” I yelled, plopping down on the couch in an open spot. If everyone had their mouths full, they couldn’t be spouting nonsense.

  Suzy came flying out of the kitchen, adjusting her sundress as she walked. Her face was flushed and her lips looked swollen. “Food’s ready. Go sit down while Joe and I bring everything to the table, please.” She turned around and ran into the kitchen.

  Flash held out his hand, helping me from the couch.

  I smiled at him. “Thanks,” I whispered, climbing off the couch.

  “Any time, babe. Only thing better than tasting you is Thanksgiving dinner.” He licked his lips as a small grin played on the corner of his mouth.

  “Jesus. Not smooth, man. You need to work on your lines if that’s the best you have,” I said to him as we followed behind everyone else to the dining room table.

  “What the fuck is wrong with my lines?”

  “Totally not sexy. Does that shit work on the club girls?”

  “I don’t need lines with those ladies.”

  “Lucky for you then or you wouldn’t be getting any pussy. Ever.”

  ***

  “Why the fuck were you gone so long?” Flash asked as we walked into the kitchen. His face was red and he was on edge.