5 Bikers for Valentines

by Rye Hart

I expected to see pain wash over my mother's face, but when my eyes fell on her, she smiled at me. A small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes fully, but at least it was something.

  “I don't have to listen to this,” Dad said, standing up with Mom's help. “If you think being with someone means never making mistakes, you're wrong, son.”

  I looked at mom when I said, “Maybe you and I just have different standards, Dad, because I know it's possible to avoid cheating,” I said. “Mom's managed to do it all these years, hasn't she?”

  Danielle had lifted her head off my lap, and that gave me a chance to stand up. I wanted to be as far away from her as physically possible. She stood up with me though and reached for my hands.

  “Malcolm, we can fix this,” she said softly.

  “No, Danielle, we can't,” I said sternly. I walked toward the door, but before I left, I turned back and added, “I will expect proof the child is mine. Don't think I'll forget or that you're getting out of things that easily. If the baby is mine, I will be the best damn father I can be. But, I will never, ever be with you again.”

  I left just as my father slammed the door to his office, shutting us out. I admired the hell out of my dad for his work ethic and the fact that he'd built such a successful company from the ground up. But, when it came to relationship advice, I would sooner take it from Greg, then him.

  At least with Greg, you knew what to expect. He was a pig and he knew it. Dad would never show his true colors or admit that he was wrong. For that reason alone, I knew we'd never see eye-to-eye when it came to Danielle and what she'd done.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CASEY

  Staying at Raya's came with a lot of advantages. I had a television with cable, a laptop with internet, and privacy to walk around naked if I wanted to. Things most people take for granted, I was sure. Not having a job, however, was stressful. Sure, I had money coming, but only if I had the child. At the very least, that was months away.

  I hadn't really thought about what I'd do for money in the meantime. I'd planned to ask Malcolm for some cash, upfront, if I got a positive pregnancy result. So far, no luck, but it was too early.

  The gas bill was due at our place, and I'd talked to my mom about it. She didn't have the cash for both that and groceries this week. Which left me in a bind.

  Finally, I gave in and texted Malcolm.

  Hey, can we talk?

  I followed it up with another text.

  Still too early for results, so it's not that.

  I didn't want to get his hopes up, after all.

  I waited, munching on some carrots Raya had left in the fridge. She told me to help myself to all the food in the house. Most of it was fruits and veggies that would go bad before she got back into town anyway. My phone chimed with an incoming text. He'd responded remarkably fast.

  Of course. Want to come by the office this afternoon?

  I still needed to shower and get ready, especially since I'd be showing up at his office in the middle of a workday with actual people around. I looked through my pile of clothes, unsatisfied with anything I had. Mainly because the only nice outfit was one he'd seen me in not once, but twice already – and the dress from the day at the hotel was still dirty.

  I went into Raya's closet instead, and dug around for a bit and growled, a little frustrated. Her wardrobe consisted mostly of maxi-skirts, tank tops, and flowery, hippie dresses. But, then I remembered that she'd worked as a receptionist for a bit. There had to be something business-like in her wardrobe. I dug around and toward the very back of her closet, I found a black, sleeveless dress. With the right heels and my hair and makeup done nicely, I thought it would work well. I didn't want to embarrass myself in the corporate environment, and sure, I guess I wanted Malcolm to find me attractive too. Was that a crime? My stomach was in knots, which at first I thought could be morning sickness, but then realized it was just a case of nerves. This was going to be the first time we'd seen each other since we'd slept together, and part of me was still reeling from that experience. When I thought about the way he looked at me, the way he'd made me feel,I walked on air.

  It was dangerous and foolish, of course, but, no matter how hard I tried to make myself not like him or see him as nothing but a business partner, I couldn't do it. I couldn't stop the rush of emotion he made me feel any more than I could hold back the rising tide.

  I'd just have to suffer the consequences, I supposed.

  The bus ride over to his office felt like it took forever, but once I was standing in front of the building again, I felt a nervous flutter batter my insides. I considered turning around and going back to Raya's.

  “No, Casey. You got this,” I whispered to myself.

  Asking for money had never been my strong suit. I hated asking for help. Loathed it. This was different, though. I just needed an advance on what he was going to pay me anyway, once I had his child. I'd need money while I was pregnant and carrying his baby, right? It seemed perfectly normal, and besides, it wasn't like I was asking for everything up front.

  Still, I hated having to ask at all.

  When I walked into Crane Enterprises this time, there was a receptionist at the front desk, rather than a bored security guard. She smiled pleasantly up at me when I stood in front of her.

  “Welcome to Crane Enterprises,” she said cheerfully.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  Since it was during business hours, there were no questions about why I was there. The receptionist looked me over, but otherwise, she let me be. Which was nice. Maybe the outfit was working for me after all.

  I walked past her and pressed the button for the elevator. When the doors opened, a crowd of people stepped off, chatting wildly and ignoring me completely. I blended in so well they didn't even realize I didn't belong there. Brownie points for me.

  I slipped into the elevator and pressed the button for the fifteenth floor, straight to the top. This time, we wouldn't be meeting in a conference room, but rather his office. I'd get to see where Malcolm Crane worked and controlled the empire. When the doors chimed and slid open, I stepped into the hallway beyond and found myself looking at another desk with a pretty brunette behind it. The name plate said her name was Alyssa Matthews, and she was the Executive Assistant. I assumed that meant she was Malcolm's assistant, so I stepped up to the desk.

  “Hi there,” I said. “Malcolm Crane is expecting me.”

  “Sure thing,” she said with a smile. “What's your name?”

  “Casey Melville,” I said.

  “One second, Miss Melville,” she said.

  This was so much easier than the first time I'd stopped by. What a difference being there during business hours made. Alyssa got on the phone, and I heard her talking in a low voice. When she'd hung up, she looked at me and smiled.

  “Mr. Crane will see you know,” she said. “Here, follow me,” she said.

  She stood up and guided me down a hallway and to a corner office. Of course Malcolm would have a nice, corner office on the top floor. I'd have been surprised by anything less. Alyssa knocked on the door, and Malcolm's voice called out from behind it.

  “Come in.”

  She opened the door for me and motioned for me to go inside. It felt so formal and businesslike – which made me sure I stood out like a sore thumb. Alyssa closed the door behind me, and I stared at Malcolm Crane, future CEO of Crane Enterprises, behind his large wooden desk. He was a gorgeous man in a business suit that hugged his sculpted body in all the right places.

  Malcolm stood up and walked across the room toward me, his blue eyes full of concern.

  “Casey, is everything okay?”

  He took my hands in his, which was disappointing since part of me had hoped for a kiss or even a hug. But, I guessed that a handshake would have to do. We were at his office, during business hours after all, and he had a reputation to uphold.

  “Yes, everything is fine,” I said. “I was actually just hoping I could ask you a favor?”
/>   “Of course,” he said, leaning up against his desk.

  There were two chairs in front of him, and he motioned for me to have a seat. I sat down, crossing my legs at the ankles and smoothed the dress down, my heart fluttering wildly as I tried to work up the nerve to ask my favor of him.

  “Are you sure you're okay, Casey?” he asked.

  I looked up, and there was concern etched upon his face. His eyes studied me carefully, and I felt a flutter of hope in my chest. Maybe he really did care. The windows behind him overlooked Los Angeles, and I found myself staring out that way as opposed to looking at him.

  Because looking at him was dangerous. Confusing. When I looked at him, my body reacted strangely. I remembered the way he'd made me feel when we'd had sex and I'd turned into a quivering pile of goo, amazing sensations I'd never felt before coursing through my body.

  “Yes, I swear, I'm fine, Malcolm,” I said.

  I licked my lips, not wanting to come right out and ask for the money. Not straight away. It felt wrong to be so demanding. And besides, I enjoyed his company and wanted to know how things were going in his world. So, instead of coming right out and asking for a handout, I took another tack.

  “It's been a few days since we – you know -- and I wanted to see how you've been.” I said.

  He tilted his head to the side, and he grinned at me, his baby blues sparkling like the Caribbean Sea. I felt my insides turning to liquid from just that one stare.

  “I've been good,” he said. “I've been wondering about you too. I'm glad you stopped by.”

  “You are?” I choked.

  “I am,” he said, chuckling. “Why are you so surprised?”

  “It's just the nature of our relationship – or rather, our business relationship – Ack, can I start that sentence over, please?”

  I placed my head in my hands, wanting to crawl into a hole and disappear and maybe one day, come back as someone who could actually talk coherently. If it wasn't a snarky comment or scathing reply, I just couldn't seem to get it out around him.

  Something touched my hand, and it took me a moment to realize it was Malcolm. He was pulling my hand away from my face. I looked up and saw him standing above me now, taking my hands in his. A small smile touched my lips and I let him pull me up from my seat. He was laughing, clearly amused by something I'd done.

  “Casey, you need to relax more,” he said. “Chill out a bit.”

  “Relax. Chill out a bit,” I said. “Alright, I'll get right on that.”

  I noticed he was still holding my hands in his, and he was standing incredibly close to me now. We were inches apart, and I felt his breath against my cheek. He smelled musky and clean, and I fought the urge to bury my face into his neck to breathe him in. Everything about him was just so damn sexy and did things to me that I couldn't explain or deny.

  Malcolm was the one to lean in, surprising me when he brushed his lips across my cheek. I gasped as he turned my face toward him, forcing me to stare deep into his eyes. When he leaned in again, his lips touched mine and it was over for me. I felt the fires ignite between my thighs and my body explode with sensation.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he pulled me in, closer. His tongue pushed past my lips, slipped into my mouth, and before I knew what was happening, Malcolm had lifted me off the ground like I weighed nothing at all, and carried me over to his desk. He sat me down upon it, pushing my skirt up around my waist, and I wrapped my legs tight around him.

  “Malcolm, we probably shouldn't –” I murmured, but I don't think he heard me.

  Although I knew we probably shouldn't, I somehow found that my hands were on his belt. I was struggling to unbuckle it, even as I fought the urge to rip his pants off of him,

  “Casey, you have no idea the shit I've had to deal with this week,” he gasped, helping me with his belt buckle. “I was so happy to get your text. It was the one bright spot in this whole shitty week.”

  “You were? It was?”

  “MmmmHmmm,” he said, nuzzling his face against my neck as he gently nibbled my flesh. “I didn't even know I needed you until you walked through that door, but God, Casey – ”

  His hands slide up my inner thighs as his tongue explored my mouth. My panties were pushed aside, and he circled my clit with his fingers. I bit down on his lip, by accident, but Malcolm returned the favor, nibbling my lip as he fingered me.

  “Third time's a charm, right?” he whispered against my lips.

  “Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes, Malcolm, please –”

  His pants had slipped down onto his hips, and before I could finish my sentence, I felt his gloriously stiff cock pressing hard against me. With my heels digging into him, I pulled him closer to me, no longer able to resist. Like he said, third time's the charm. Might as well keep trying until we succeeded, right?

  But, it was somehow more than just that, for the both of us. I could feel it.

  He thrust himself into me with a low grunt, burying his cock deep inside of me. I tightened my hold on him as I muffled the sounds coming from my throat, burying my face into his shirt as he fucked me on top of his desk.

  Papers scattered across his desk, fluttered to the floor with a rustle as we knocked them down with our frantic movements. Malcolm was desperately pumping his hips, thrusting himself into me hard and fast. He fucked me as if his life had depended on it. I held on for dear life, savoring the way he felt inside of me, the way he kissed me. I never wanted this to end.

  “Look at me, Casey,” Malcolm said, and I lifted my face to stare into his eyes. “God, you're so beautiful.”

  He rammed himself into me, deeper and harder, holding onto my ass for leverage. I cried out, and instantly feared that others might hear us. If Malcolm was concerned about that though, it didn't show on his face. He continued pounding himself into me, our foreheads pressed together and our eyes locked on each other as he fucked me as hard as he could.

  When my noises grew louder, he kissed me, silencing my screams with his mouth as I crested to the peak of my orgasm. My entire body tensed around him, and he muttered against my lips.

  “Yes, oh yes, Casey, come for me, baby,” he said.

  His voice was deep and animalistic as he urged me to lose control. Malcolm lifted my ass off the desk, pulling me into him and that was all I needed. I bit down, hard, on his lip as my body spasmed uncontrollably. I whimpered as the pleasure coursed through my body, from my head down to my toes. A warmth spread from my center, causing my toes to curl and my hands to grab hold of anything they could. I clung tightly to Malcolm's shirt as the wave of my orgasm crashed down hard over me.

  I opened my eyes and saw Malcolm watching me, a look of pure desire on his handsome face, as he thrust into one more time. I felt him pulsing deep within me, and a growl escaped his lips as he exploded in my womb.

  For a moment, it was like no one else existed – it was just him and me. And as I felt his warm, sticky seed filling me up, I let myself go, crying out as another orgasm took me by surprise. Malcolm held onto me, our bodies riding out the pleasure together until every last ounce of his seed was inside of me.

  I let my head drop to his chest, and I tried to remember how to breathe normally. Malcolm stroked my back as we sat there, our bodies still intertwined together. His heart beat was fast and hard, thundering against his chest. I could have listened to that sound all day, but Malcolm lifted my face up to look at him again, brushing his lips against mine.

  “You have no idea how badly I'd needed that,” he said.

  “I know what you mean,” I said, whispering softly against his lips.

  “Have I told you lately how amazing you are?”

  Both heat and color rushed to my cheeks, and I almost said something I would have come to regret. The emotions of the moment made me feel something stronger than lust or even like for the man in front of me.

  “You're the one who's constantly surprising me, Malcolm,” I said.

  “I can say the same about you, Cas
ey,” he said.

  Malcolm gently helped me down from the desk, steadying me on my feet. He kissed my forehead one last time before stepping away and pulling up his pants.

  I smoothed down my skirt, and suddenly, it all came back to me. Where we were, why I was there, and the fact that we needed to keep things low-key, and about the task at hand. At least sex could be written off as helping move things along, but my feeling for Malcolm grew more and more complicated every time we were together.

  “Sorry for the distraction,” Malcolm said, putting his belt back on.

  “It's okay, I'm certainly not complaining,” I laughed.

  Malcolm's smile went all the way to his eyes, the dimple in his left cheek standing out more than usual.

  “That's good to hear, because I certainly enjoyed myself too,” he said.

  I averted my gaze, feeling like I might explode with happiness because of the way he looked at me. Every time he smiled, something inside of me melted. Butterflies in the stomach, a racing pulse – all that cliche love crap I never believed in before was suddenly very real to me.

  I was walking on thin ice with Malcolm, and I knew it.

  “Well, I better get going,” I said, moving toward the door.

  Malcolm stopped me by grabbing my arm and pulling me into him. He held me close, my head resting on his chest. Neither one of us said anything for several long moments. I closed my eyes and melted into him, relishing the way his arms held me close. A girl could get used to that, I thought. The moment the thought crossed my mind though, I silently chastised myself and stepped back from his embrace.

  “Malcolm, we shouldn't be spending so much time together,” I said.

  My hands were still on his chest, and I ran my fingers down his shirt, playing with the buttons. It was a distraction to keep me from looking into his eyes though. I didn't trust myself to look at him.

  “I know, technically we're only supposed to be trying for a baby, but I can't help it. I enjoy spending time with you,” he said.

  “I enjoy it too,” I admitted. “I enjoy it too much. That's why it's probably not a good idea.”