Wild Rides: 10 Blazing Hot Alpha Bad Boy Biker and MC Romance Box Set

by Dez Burke

  His thrusting was growing erratic and stronger; I knew it wouldn’t be long now. I felt him swell within me and then with a guttural roar, spray his hot seed deep into my loins. Hot cum seared into my pussy, filling me with white. He kept ramming his cock into my backside, his cum leaking out and making it slippery. He fucked me until he could fuck no more, and when he pulled out, I moaned with release, feeling empty and full at the same time.

  He slapped my ass again, my ass-cheeks red with handprints from the previous spanks. I held still waiting for him to release me. Instead, he stood up and walked to the dresser, opening a drawer. He pulled out a delicate pearl necklace. He carefully undid the clasp and placed it around my neck, reaching around and closing it on me. He then reached up and undid the scarf holding me in place, my hands going to my throat once they freed themselves of their satiny bounds.

  It was a strand of iridescent black pearls that just hovered above my collarbone. They were all perfect matches of each other, and so dark they seemed purple in the gleam of the light. I had never seen anything like it; it was simple yet absolutely stunning. He had a sheepish grin on his face as he watched me play with it.

  “You like it?”

  “Love it.” I beamed at him.

  His smile lit up the room. He looked like a proud child, happy to have pleased.

  “Do you promise to keep it?” His brow crinkled a little at the thought that I might return it. I couldn’t dash the hope in those eyes. Besides, I knew whatever it cost he could afford it. I promised and he practically danced around the room. His happiness made me laugh as he did a happy dance.

  He clicked the light-switch off and tackled me back into the bed, his grin contagious even in the dark. He deftly maneuvered me into the nook of his arm as he settled back onto the pillows. I played with the pearls, wondering why he had made me promise to keep it. He whispered into my hair as we snuggled down for the night. I felt safe and warm. I felt sleep tugging me with its sweet embrace, and I let it take me as I relaxed into his strong arms.

  ***

  $6,000. That’s what a strand of similar pearls was going for on Ebay. My hand trembled as I stroked the beautiful beads. I almost took them off, feeling like something worth that much should not be gracing the neck of someone with $127.65 in their bank account. I was afraid I would somehow lose them, that they could magically fly off my neck the minute someone found out how much they were worth. I took a deep breath in, finding that it really didn’t help soothe me as much as I had hoped. So, with a shaky hand I collected my papers and went into my first meeting of the day knowing that I had a small bank on my throat.

  As I walked into the boardroom, Mr. King caught my eye and grinned at me. He touched his neck and winked, making the gesture look random, but knowing that I would see he was glad I was wearing his gift. I shook my head and took a set my supplies down at an empty seat. The meeting hadn’t started yet, and only three of the five board members were present. Two older men stood by a coffee pot discussing a round of golf, while a stylish woman sat at the table glaring at her laptop.

  My fingers shook as I shuffled my papers and tried to look calm. I was just being introduced to the board. I didn’t have to present anything yet or answer any questions, but the pit in my stomach apparently thought I was. The woman at the computer glared at me, waves of disdain radiating off her. I wondered what had her in such a mood.

  The last two members shuffled in, deep in conversation that stopped as soon as they sat. Mr. King introduced me and the meeting began. The meeting didn’t pertain to me, so I began looking over the financial reports for the quarter. Something about the numbers felt off and I buried my nose into the laptop, trying to catch the scent of what bothered me.

  The room was suddenly quiet. I looked up realizing that almost everyone had left. The angry woman slammed her laptop into a case and stalked out, silent fury dripping from her every pore. I looked after her for a moment, the funny numbers in my laptop forgotten. Mr. King shook his head at her as the door slammed behind her. He sat on the table next to my computer so he could look at me.

  “What’s her problem?” I asked him as I stared at the closed door.

  “No idea. Dinner tonight?” He managed to keep an innocent face.

  I did my best impression of coy, as I slowly closed my laptop and pretended to think about it. He laughed at my pitiable attempt and ran a finger across my pearls. I shivered with anticipation.

  “They look good on you.”He paused, obviously deciding if he should say more. My curiosity piqued at why he had chosen these pearls, and I resolved to ask him at dinner.

  “Dinner’s at 7 sharp. I’ll give you a ride.” He winked and hopped of the table.

  “Oh, and I was planning something special for dessert...” He let the sentence drift as he strolled out the door. I bit my lip and started counting down until dinner.

  Worthy of the Biker: The First Meeting

  My car made a horrifying noise and then sputtered to a stop as I frantically pulled to the side of the road. Smoke poured out of the engine. This was not what I needed. My roommate’s brother had promised this car would make it to California, no problem. The last state sign I could remember seeing was North Dakota. I was going to have words for him.

  I turned off the engine and stepped out. The sky was darkening with thunderclouds. I could already hear the distant rumble of the approaching early summer storm. Great. Just what I needed. Rain and a broken car.

  I popped the hood and coughed at the acrid scent of burning metal and engine. I had no idea what I was looking for. The only thing I knew about cars was that you put gas in them. But, even knowing only that, I knew this car was in bad shape. It needed a mechanic.

  I sighed. I had a nasty feeling the mechanic was going to use up most of my savings. I had planned on using the money to get to Hollywood, go on a couple of auditions, and see if I could make it big over the summer. It was something I had always wanted to try my hand at, and this would probably be my last opportunity. In the fall I was returning to college as a sophomore with junior credits and thus my program was going to accelerate. All my energy would need to focused on my degree and not pie in the sky dreams.

  Thunder rumbled again as I slammed the hood down. Not a single motorist had passed by. I had taken the detour through North Dakota because I was promised the scenery would be worth it. I was regretting that choice. At least I had AAA. I opened the door and reached for my phone.

  It flickered the red battery image and then died. I cursed- the damn thing had been plugged in! Or not, as I discovered. The connector was loose. A big raindrop splattered on the windshield. I wasn't sure what else could go wrong, but I wasn't about to ask.

  Pocketing the phone and grabbing a light jacket, I got back out of the car and locked the door. Not that there was anything worth stealing. I was a poor college kid in a crappy car. Another raindrop splattered on the roof of the car.

  Up ahead I could see the roof of a building. It didn't look like much, but I hoped it at least had a phone. I could call a tow from there and maybe even figure out a place to get the car fixed. With a deep breath, I started walking.

  A row of shiny motorcycles were the only vehicles parked out in front of what was apparently a biker bar. The sign where the name should have been was worn away to the point where it was unreadable. Cigarette butts and empty beer bottles littered the ground around the drab building. I could hear loud music coming from inside. Apprehension prickled at the back of my neck. This was not the best place for a sweet little college freshman in jogging shorts and a tank top to be walking into. My dad would have flipped his lid if he knew I had even driven by a place like this, let alone was considering going inside.

  But I didn't have much of a choice. I hadn't seen another building within walking distance of my car; I had no cell service, my car was busted, and it was about to start raining. I zipped up the jacket, trying to hide skimpy top, squared my shoulders, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.

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nbsp; Cigarette smoke curled around the edges of the room, the haze obscuring the neon lit bar. An older woman working the bar turned and frowned at me. She had long, dark hair and tattoos covering almost every inch of visible skin. Her nose was pierced. She looked like she could kick my butt without blinking an eyelash.

  The rest of the patrons were even more intimidating. Two men with ZZ Top style beards turned to look at me. Their studded leather vests had some sort of emblem on it, but I averted my eyes. I hoped they were like wild dogs: if I didn't make eye contact they wouldn't attack.

  Two men playing pool stopped their game to stare as I walked toward the bar. Three more in the back watched me with silent, dark eyes. Sweat dripped down the curve of my spine and my heart was pattering like a scared rabbit's. The tension in the room was palpable. They really, really did not want me there.

  “Hi,” I squeaked at the woman working the bar. “My car broke down, and my phone's dead. Can I use yours to call a tow?”

  The woman stared impassively at me for a moment, as if deciding if I was worth the effort of speaking to. I swallowed on a dry throat. I was going to kill my roommate's brother. If I lived through this.

  “It's just a phone call, Jenny,” a male voice behind me said. I tensed. I hadn't felt anyone come up behind me.

  “Whatever, Tech.” The woman rolled her eyes. “She's your problem, then. I'm not taking any responsibility.”

  I frowned. What kind of responsibility would she need to take for me just making a phone call to AAA? I turned around slowly.

  Tech, though I doubted that was his real name, was not what I was expecting. For one thing, he was barely older than I was. Boyish blonde hair fell across eyes that I couldn't pin a color on in the smoky room. He was tall with broad shoulders and the leather jacket adorning them wasn't hiding that he was pure muscle.

  He gestured with his hand toward the back of the bar. I could see a grungy phone hanging on the wall by what I hoped were the bathrooms. Not that I would have used one of them if you had paid me. I wanted to make this phone call and get out of that bar as fast as humanly possible.

  I took a tentative step toward the phone. One of the ZZ Top guys snickered slightly as I walked past. He wore dark shades, even though he was inside, but I could feel his eyes undressing me. I felt a little sick.

  I glanced back at Tech before reaching a tentative hand for the phone. He nodded and leaned up against the wall next to me. He was going to listen to my conversation. His eyes never left me as I pulled my AAA card out of my wallet and dialed the number.

  A shrill woman answered the other line. I gave my name, account number, and said I needed a tow to a mechanic.

  “Address?” the woman asked. I had no clue where we were.

  “6999 County Rd. 7,” Tech answered. He was definitely listening to my conversation.

  I repeated the address and added that I was about half a mile away from the bar.

  “The tow-truck will be there in forty-five minutes,” the woman said. “Thank you and have a nice day.”

  I hung up the phone. Thunder rumbled over the music in the bar. The storm must have hit. Turning, I glanced out a tiny, grimy window to see rain coming down in sheets. I was thinking about walking through it anyway, just to get out of the bar, but then lightning flashed. It hit a tree close enough for me to see blue sparks and smoke. Thunder shook every board in the bar. Nope. No walking through a lightning storm. I was desperate, but not stupid.

  “Is it okay if I wait back here for the storm to slow down? The lady said it would be forty-five minutes for the truck, but I'm fine waiting at my car. Just once the lightning stops.” I turned to face Tech, his face impassive. “I don't want to cause any problems.”

  Tech appraised me, his eyes capturing mine. He was about to say something when the bar door flung open and four, very large, very scary bikers walked inside.

  “Fuck the fucking rain!” one of the men yelled. Even his voice was scary. Tech glanced their way and every muscle in his body tensed. He reminded me of a hunting tiger.

  “You sure picked an awesome time to break down,” he mumbled, pushing me toward the back. The four other patrons stood from their seats to greet the newcomers. If the tension in the bar had been at a high before, it was fever pitch now. Something big was happening.

  I didn't fight him as he herded me down the dark hallway. He fumbled with the door to the manager's office before pushing me into the room. “Whatever you hear out here, do not come out. Jenny'll be in here with you. You do whatever she says, understand?”

  I nodded quickly, my eyes growing big as saucers. The man was serious as a heart attack. The corners of his mouth lifted in a confident smirk.

  “Don't worry. You'll be fine.” And with that, he closed the door.

  I stared at the heavy wooden door for a second. What the hell had I gotten myself into? I startled when the door opened and Jenny walked in. Through the open door I could see the four men coming in from the storm facing the four patrons. The lightning outside was nothing compared to the energy flickering between them.

  Jenny closed the door and went to the sole chair in the office. She sat down and stared at me. She wore black slacks and a black tank top that displayed her tattoos. I tried not to stare at her chest, but it was hard with the intricate designs all pointing at her cleavage. I guessed that was probably the point.

  “You're lucky Tech has a thing for blondes,” Jenny finally said. Her eyes kept dissecting me like I was some sort of mutant.

  “What's going on out there?” I asked. My voice came out as a whisper.

  “Prairie Devils are negotiating with the Raging Skulls. No one is terribly pleased at the moment with current arrangements.” Jenny shrugged like it was nothing. She looked down at her hand and started playing with her fingernail.

  “Raging Skulls?” That did not sound like a friendly group.

  Jenny laughed. “Oh, you are a peach. So sweet and innocent.” She laughed again and went back to her nails.

  Jenny had the only chair in the room, and she was giving off the aura that she was guarding the desk, so sitting on that was out. Besides, it was covered in neat stacks of papers that I didn't want to mess with. I hoped they were just the books for the bar, but I wasn't about to check. I leaned against a patch of bare wall and tried to calm myself. My knees were still knocking together, so I slid down and sat on the floor. I didn't want to think about what I might be sitting on.

  I could hear angry shouts from outside. Men's voices rose and the fell. I couldn't make out the words but they didn't sound nice. Even with Tech's warning, there was no way I was going to open that door. If bad-ass Jenny didn't want to be out there, then neither did I.

  Thunder shook the walls and roared against the ceiling. I hoped I had remembered to close the windows off the car. More yelling. The sound of breaking glass. Something hard slamming into something equally as hard. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to block it out. Jenny just sat examining her nails like this was usual.

  The office door opened and Jenny had a gun pulled and trained on it faster than I had time to blink. I didn't even see her pull it out, let alone know she had one. No wonder she had seemed so calm. She had a colt-45 backup plan.

  “Easy, Jenny. We're done.” Tech's voice was low.

  “That was fast,” Jenny replied. The gun was gone. I had no idea where she was hiding it.

  The door swung open more to reveal Tech shrugging. He had a red mark on his cheek forming. “They saw reason pretty quick.”

  Jenny rose from the chair and brushed past him. “Get her out of here. This is no place for a good girl like her.”

  I looked up at Tech. In the fluorescent light of the office, his eyes were blue. Or maybe brown with blue? I couldn't decide anything other than that they were gorgeous.

  “You okay” he asked, reaching a hand down to help me up.

  “Yeah,” I said shakily. His hand was strong and warm. “This has been a weird day.”

  His smile li
t up the room. When he smiled, he glowed with boyish charm that looked completely odd against the leather jacket and dangerous vibe. My heart started to beat faster and it wasn't because I was nervous.

  “Let me get you a drink for your nerves, and then we'll get you to your car,” he offered.

  “I, uh, forgot my ID,” I lied. I didn't want to tell him I wasn't twenty-one.

  Tech laughed. “Like Jenny cares about ID's?”

  He let go of my hand. I hadn't realized I was still holding onto it, and I felt a physical pain at the loss. I liked touching him.

  The atmosphere in the bar was almost jovial. The pool game was back in session and the two bearded guys were laughing and toasting with beer. Things must have gone well. Outside the rain was letting up and the thunder no longer shook the walls.

  “Two whiskey shots,” Tech told Jenny. She blinked slowly at him until he put some money on the bar. She took his money and poured out two generous shots, which Tech than handed me one. “Cheers.”

  I slammed it back, feeling the liquid burn down my throat. A little shiver passed through me, but I put the shot glass upside down on the bar. I had been to enough frat parties to make that easy. “Thanks.”

  “Girl can take her whiskey,” Jenny noted. “Maybe not so sweet after all.”

  Tech laughed again. The sound heated my belly more than the whiskey. “Another?” he asked.

  “Sure,” I said with a nod. “I'm not driving. The tow-truck is.”

  “I'll take the bottle then, Jenny,” Tech said, putting a bill on the bar. Jenny handed him a glass bottle.

  “We should get you to your car.” He took a swig of the whiskey and offered me the bottle. I took it with a grin and took a gulp. The alcohol was certainly helping with my nerves.

  “It's just down the road,” I said motioning in the general direction. “You know a good mechanic and a place to stay for the night?”

  “What's wrong with it?” Tech asked. He let me keep the bottle.