Fearing The Biker

by Cassie Alexandra

  Smiling to myself, I opened my mouth wider and went down on it, like a popsicle.

  “Fuck,” he gasped, watching as I did it again and again.

  “Do you like this?” I asked, licking the side of it. As I watched his excitement grow, I could feel myself getting wet again.

  “You keep doing it, I’m going to come,” he said, gritting his teeth.

  I wanted him to, but I also wanted to feel him inside of me. If it was the last time we were together, I at least wanted to experience sex with someone I cared about, hopefully erasing a little of the memories of the last time. With Breaker.

  “Make love to me,” I whispered, releasing him.

  He pulled my face down to his and began kissing me hungrily. I could feel his cock between us, against my stomach and I touched it again.

  Jordan suddenly flipped us over, so that he was above me and staring down. “You sure?”

  “Yes. Very,” I said spreading my legs wider.

  He leaned down and kissed me while positioning the tip of his penis at my opening. Rubbing it around my wetness, he slowly began to slide it in.

  I moaned in pleasure, feeling the thickness of him fill me up.

  “You’re so tight,” he said, suddenly stopping all movement. “I have to take this slow for both of us.”

  I closed my eyes and a sudden image of Breaker flashed through my brain. I stiffened up.

  “What is it?” he asked, noticing.

  I opened my eyes. “Nothing,” I lied.

  Sensing that the mood had changed, he touched my cheek. “It’s just us. You and me.”

  I nodded.

  “Keep your eyes on me and don’t close them,” he whispered. “Watch me make love to you, Jessica.”

  “Okay,” I whispered.

  He pulled out and then slid back. Then he did it again, all the while staring down into my eyes. “You’re so damn beautiful. I mean it.”

  Relaxing, I wrapped my legs around his hips and stared back up at him. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  “How does it feel?” he asked in a husky voice, moving more quickly now.

  “Good,” I replied

  “I agree,” he said, gritting his teeth.

  As his hips began to move faster and deeper, a tingling from deep inside began to grow.

  “That’s my girl,” he said, reaching down to strum my swollen clit as he continued plunging into me.

  “Yes,” I moaned, now meeting his thrusts.

  He suddenly stopped and flipped us over, so that I was on top, straddling him. “Time for you to take the wheel,” he said, cupping my breasts.

  Chapter Forty-one

  I stared up at Jessica, trying not to come, but it wasn’t easy, especially when she looked so damn beautiful sitting on my cock.

  Clenching my jaw, I grabbed her hips and guided them in way that made us both happy. She caught on quickly and soon she was talking charge, her wet pussy squeezing and massaging my rod.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I repeated, running a hand over her breasts and down her stomach to her mound. I found her clit again and began rubbing it.

  “Yes, Jordan. Yes…” she moaned, now bouncing on my cock, all inhibitions out the window.

  Suddenly, her sex tightened up and she threw her head back, screaming out another orgasm that had to have reached the neighbor’s cabin. “Oh, God,” she gasped.

  I could feel her juices slide down my cock and it drove me crazy. “My turn, baby,” I said, throwing her back down on the bed so that I could take over. I stared down at Jessica, my balls slapping against her while I plunged in-and-out of the only woman to make me feel alive. The only woman who’d ever loved me, much less cared.

  Staring into her eyes, I couldn’t deny it any longer. I loved her, too. I loved her with every fiber of my being. I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore. Whatever happened… happened.

  “I love you.”

  Her eyes widened. “What did you say?”

  “I fucking love you, Jessica,” I gasped, pulling out of her as I came in an explosion that shook me to the core. Collapsing on top of her, I whispered into her hair, “God help me, but I do.”

  Chapter Forty-two

  When Jordan admitted his love for me, I thought that he might have just said it in the heat of passion. But later, when he brought me back to my mother’s house, he surprised me and said it again.

  “I love you, too,” I whispered back as he held me in his arms. We were standing in the driveway next to his bike, in the dark. It was just after nine and the house appeared quiet. We stayed like that for a while and then he pulled away.

  “Um, so now what?” I asked shyly.

  “Now what?”

  I nodded. “Yeah. What’s going to happen with us?”

  “To be honest, I don’t know,” he answered quietly.

  “But we love each other. I mean, you’re not going to just disappear again, are you?”

  He was quiet for a few seconds and then he said, “I have to sort a lot of shit out in my life before we can go any further.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “You know who I am. What I’ve done,” he said. “It isn’t easy to just walk away from that.”

  “But, you’re going to, right?”

  He didn’t say anything.

  “Oh my God, Jordan… you’re not going to walk away from me again, are you?” I asked, getting angry.

  “I have to, but just for a little while,” he said, pulling me back to him. “I promise.”

  Sighing in relief I asked him where he was going and how long he’d be.

  “I don’t know, a month, maybe?”

  I groaned. “A month? I’m not going to see you for an entire month?”

  “If we’re going to be together, I’m going to need a new identity,” he said in a low voice. “A lot of people want me dead.”

  “So, you’ve said. Does this mean that you’re not going to kill anyone anymore?”

  “Not unless they deserve it.”

  I scowled at him.

  “No. I’m not going to kill anyone else,” he said, smirking. “It’s another reason why The Judge needs to disappear.”

  “For good?”

  “Yes. It’s the only way.” He rubbed his chin. “To do this, I need to get my finances in order, sell some of my property, and work on becoming a regular old Joe Schmo,” he said dryly. “So, I’m not a danger to live with.”

  “Live with?” I asked, getting excited. “Do you want to live together?”

  “Eventually, but… I think we should take things slowly, Jessica.”

  I ignored him. “You could move to Shoreview with me. We’ll get a place together. Maybe we can even rent a house. Oh my God, do you love dogs? I’ve always wanted to get a dog. Or a cat,” I said, giddy at the idea of us waking up together every morning.

  He suddenly looked pale. “What about your mother?”

  “I’m going to talk her into moving in with Cheryl.” I explained who she was and why I’d originally planned on moving there. “I’m beginning the internship in a couple of weeks.”

  “Shoreview, huh? Minnesota?”

  “Yeah,” I said, worried about his expression. “So, what do you think?”

  He let out a ragged breath. “I think we have a lot to talk about when I get back.”

  “Yeah,” I said, still giddy. “I guess we do.”

  He tipped my chin up and looked me in the eye. “Know this, though, I will be back. I promise.”

  “You’d better.”

  Tank took that moment to open the front door and step outside. We waved at him and he waved back.

  “How is he doing?”

  “Not very well.”

  “His Old Man died. I wouldn’t expect anything else. Call me, though, if things get ugly around here,” he whispered as Tank took out a cigarette and began smoking it. “Rumor has it that he’s out for blood. A lot of it. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

  “Tank�
�s definitely changed,” I whispered. “I’m really worried about him.”

  “He needs time to sort things out. Hopefully, he’ll figure out a way to get back at Slammer’s killer without adding innocent casualties,” said Jordan, getting onto his bike.

  “Let’s hope.”

  “I’ll call you tomorrow. We’ll get together again, before I leave for Alaska.”

  “You’re going back there, too?” I asked, surprised.

  “I have to close down both cabins. At least for now.”

  “Be careful. That Sheriff might be watching both of them closely. I’m surprised that he hasn’t tried to find me.” I’d left the man a note, telling him that there’d been a family emergency. That’s why I had to leave.

  “You won’t be hearing from him. In fact, the case is closed already.”

  My eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

  “From what I hear, they’ve figured out what happened at the murder scene,” he said smirking. “Apparently, Brett Stryker set up a one-man sting operation that went sour. It was in the papers.”

  I laughed. “Is that right?”

  “Yep. I even spoke to Sheriff Parker, who confirmed it.”

  My eyes widened. “As Jordan Steele?”

  “No. As Samuel Larson. ”

  I snorted. “Did you get fake ID’s for that name, as well?”

  “Of course.” He winked. “It pays to know the right people.”

  “So you’ve said.”

  He sighed. “I should go. You need to get some sleep.”

  I nodded.

  He kissed me. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” I said.

  Putting his helmet back on, he started the bike back up and disappeared down the road.

  Missing Jordan already, I walked up to the porch, to where Tank was sitting in the dark.

  I smiled at him. “Hey.”

  “Hey,” he replied.

  “Are you okay?” I asked him.

  He nodded, but I could see from the look in his eyes, that he was just saying it for my benefit.

  “If you want to talk…”

  “I’m okay,” he repeated, and looked away. “I just need some time to myself.”

  “I understand.” I squeezed his shoulder. “Goodnight, Tank.”

  “Goodnight.”

  I went inside to check on my mother and found that she was sleeping. Sighing in relief, I walked upstairs to my bedroom and got ready for bed. Sliding under the covers, I lay there for a while, thinking of Jordan and what kind of life we could have together.

  I closed my eyes.

  There were so many possibilities.

  Hell, maybe we could even get married and have children someday.

  Then I realized that neither of us had used protection, earlier.

  Crap, I thought, opening my eyes. I reached for my cell phone, prepared to call him, when I pictured Jordan’s eyes, whenever he spoke of Sammy. He loved that little boy and didn’t even really know him. I could only imagine the love he’d have for his own son.

  Laying my head back on the pillow, I closed my eyes and for the first time, in a very long time, fell asleep with a smile on my face…

  ***

  The End

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  Prologue

  Michael

  She stares down at me and I am lost in those magnificent emerald eyes. They hold me prisoner – a willing captive to this beautiful creature who makes my heart ache every time I am in her presence. The desire to taste those sweet lips, and bury myself deep inside of her heat…

  It torments my soul.

  I struggle to control myself as her hands slide through my hair, ever so lovingly. Her touch, gentle at
first, grows bolder as she continues her glorious administrations. Inside, I am groaning with desire as I imagine these able hands wrapped around other parts of my body, followed by her full, succulent lips…

  It is almost too much to bear.

  I close my eyes and grip the edge of the chair as these wicked thoughts consume me, thankful that my lap is draped in plastic. I try to think of less desirable things, but my body refuses to cooperate, and I am on the edge of control. Just when I think I can no longer contain myself, the faucet is turned off, and she speaks my name…

  Michael.

  It rolls from her tongue like a lover’s caress – so smooth and sexy.

  I open my eyes and smile up at this lovely enchantress, wishing I could stare forever at her beauty.

  She smiles back and urges me to follow her.

  I obey without question as I am quite smitten with this beautiful angel. Truth be told, I would follow her to the depths of Hell if asked. I wouldn’t even question it.

  I sit down at her station, smoothing the plastic back over my thighs as our eyes meet in the mirror’s reflection. She opens her lovely mouth and asks me what I’d like.

  I pause.

  My pulse is racing and I am brimming with desire. I would like nothing more than to take her, right then and there. To claim her as mine and mine alone. To destroy anyone who might interfere or stand in the way of our destiny.

  But for now…

  I think I’ll just settle for a trim.

  Chapter One

  Sinclair