Fearing The Biker

by Cassie Alexandra

  “No, I’m just visiting a friend.”

  “Ah… is he new here?”

  I laughed. “No, I think she’s been here for a while.”

  “Oh,” she pouted. “Well, if she ever moves on, look me up. I’m in apartment twelve.”

  She was pretty but didn’t hold a flame to the woman I’d been obsessing over the last month. “I’ll keep that in mind,” I said.

  Her eyes brushed over me one more time and she shook her head. “Lucky.”

  “I hope so,” I answered under my breath as I walked up the steps towards my destination. When I stood outside of her apartment, I raised my hand to knock when the door opened from inside.

  “Reed,” she gasped.

  “Sinclair,” I said, looking into the eyes that had been haunting my dreams.

  Chapter Thirty

  Sinclair

  While part of me was furious that he’d just showed up at my doorstep without being invited, another part of me was so giddy that I could hardly stand it. Yes, he’d pissed me off and I’d been trying to avoid him, but it didn’t mean that I hadn’t been obsessing about him almost every single day and night this last month. He was handsome, sexy, and a scoundrel, but I couldn’t help but crave his touch.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked, unable to stop staring. I wanted to memorize every inch of his perfectly chiseled face and drink in those icy blue liquid eyes before I kicked him back out to the curb.

  His eyes skimmed my short black dress and heels, then his lips lifted into a seductive grin. “To see you. And I have to say, I really like what I see.”

  I ignored the butterflies in my stomach and folded my arms under my chest. “To see me? Well, I’m just about to go out.”

  His smile fell. “You are?”

  “Yes, so you should probably leave. My date will be arriving in a minute.”

  My date was actually a guy I’d dated a couple of times before my last boyfriend – Shawn, one of my mother’s friend’s sons. He was kind of boring and always smelled faintly of peanut butter and cigarettes, but my mom had called me earlier this evening, begging me to go out with him, one last time. He’d just gotten dumped by his girlfriend and was depressed. I’d called him right after and talked him into meeting some of the girls from Tangled at a nearby nightclub for a few drinks, but that was all. The thought of him touching me made my skin crawl.

  “Well, I took a cab,” he said. “Can I come in and make a phone call?”

  Raised my eyebrows. “Don’t you have a cell phone?”

  “Yes, but the battery died.”

  “Oh,” I sighed. “Yeah, sure… come on in.”

  I turned away and he followed me into my apartment.

  “Nice place,” he said. “Your apartment is quite a surprise compared to the outside of the building. I like it.”

  Most of the money I earned went towards my eclectically-furnished apartment, from my Italian leather furniture and large plasma television to the hand-carved dining set that I’d purchased from the Amish. Recently, I’d also acquired a couple of abstract paintings from a nearby gallery, which reminded me of my trip to Huntington Beach. I was rather proud of my diverse decor, so his complement put a smile on my face.

  “Thanks,” I said, pointing towards the phone. “I have to finish getting ready.”

  Just then my cat, Felix, strutted out of my bedroom to check out my guest.

  “Here, kitty,” said Reed, holding out his hand.

  Felix stared at him but didn’t move any closer.

  “He’s a little moody,” I said. “I’d just leave him alone.”

  “Oh, usually cats love me,” said Reed as he took a step closer to Felix.

  The cat hissed at him.

  “Sorry. He’s old and doesn’t like other men invading his space,” I said.

  “I see that. How long have you had him?”

  “For almost fifteen years. My parents gave him to me when I turned nine.”

  Felix let out a low growl as Reed tried to pet him.

  “I’d just let him go on his way,” I said. “He’s a grumpy old man.”

  “No kidding.”

  “Go back to bed if you’re going to be crabby,” I said to the cat.

  Ignoring me, he walked into the kitchen to check on his food dish, which I’d filled before Reed had knocked.

  “So, who is the lucky man?” he asked, sitting down on my sofa.

  I grabbed a brush out of my purse and began running it through my hair. “This guy I dated before my ex.”

  “So, if he obviously wasn’t the one then, why would you waste your time with him now?”

  “It’s just a date,” I said. “I’m not looking for anything long-term.”

  He watched me brush my hair, his expression unreadable. “Sinclair, why wouldn’t you return any of my calls?"

  I stopped brushing. “I’ve been really busy.”

  He stood up and walked towards me. “Is that so?”

  I took a step back. “Uh, yeah.”

  His lip twitched. “It’s funny but I have this crazy notion that you’ve been avoiding me.”

  “Oh?”

  “But that wouldn’t make sense, would it?”

  I opened my mouth to say something, but then recognized the look in his eyes.

  Determination.

  He licked his lips. “Because we never finished what we started and I’m pretty sure both of us wanted to.”

  I thought about the way his tongue had felt on my inner thighs and my pulse sped up. “Reed…”

  He pulled me into his arms and crushed his lips to mine, invoking a small moan deep in my throat. Before I knew it, he was forcing his tongue inside, his strokes hot and demanding, creating a hot tingly sensation between my legs.

  I moaned again and his lips moved to my earlobe. “Tell me to stop.”

  “Stop,” I whispered.

  Reed grabbed the back of my hair and wound it around his hand. He nipped the tender skin under my ear and then stroked it with his tongue. “You sure?” he asked, pulling me closer to his hips.

  The only thing I was sure of was the power he had over my body. Every time he touched me, heat slid sinuously through my veins, there was an ache between my legs, and I couldn’t breathe properly; the fact that I hadn’t had sex in so long and my panties were drenched, didn’t help matters.

  “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he murmured, sliding his hands around the curve of my ass. “You haunt my dreams… your eyes, your mouth, your… smell. You smell unbelievable, did you know that?”

  “No,” I whispered.

  “Well, you do. Like honey or vanilla, I don’t know exactly what, but –”

  I grabbed both sides of his head and brought his lips back to mine.

  The man talked way too much.

  From the way his tongue danced with mine, I knew he had much better things he could be doing with it. At the moment, talking definitely wasn’t one of them.

  “Um, wait,” I murmured when his kisses stopped and he lifted me into his arms.

  I started to panic.

  Just like before, things were going a little too fast.

  He looked around. “Where’s your bedroom?”

  “My date will be here any minute. We can’t just disappear into my bedroom.”

  He found it and pushed the door open all the way with his foot. “Fuck your date.”

  “My friends are expecting me.”

  He set me down on the bed. “I’m sure your friends will get over it.”

  “But…” I said, backing away.

  With a devilish smile, he removed his jacket and crawled towards me. “You’re mine, tonight, Sinclair,” he said. “Face it.”

  “I…”

  He pushed me down on my back and his mouth devoured my protests until they were just meaningless whispers. I closed my eyes and decided it was going to be more rewarding to just give in.

  Sensing my lack of resistance, he lifted the hem of my dress, pushing it up
and over my hips.

  “A thong,” he groaned, into my mouth, sliding his fingers under the strap. His fingers followed the dark satin fabric over my hip to the front, lightly brushing the junction between my legs, making me tremble.

  “Oh, wait,” he murmured, stopping abruptly. He grinned smugly. “You told me to stop, didn’t you?”

  Quivering with need, I grabbed his hand and put it between my legs. “Don’t.”

  “The lady has spoken,” he whispered, as he slipped two fingers inside of my panties.

  “Yes,” I whimpered, as his thumb began stroking my swollen clit softly and then faster in a forceful rhythm. Then, when he dipped his other finger inside of me, I dug my nails into his shoulders.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned, as his fingers worked together, driving me crazy with desire. Just when it became too much and I was about to go over the edge, he stopped.

  “That’s cruel,” I whispered.

  “Patience,” he chuckled, reaching around the back of my dress too unzip it. He pushed the spaghetti straps away from my shoulders exposing my black satin pushup bra. He cupped my breasts with his hands and lowered his mouth to my cleavage, running his tongue along the curves.

  I slid my hands into his hair and closed my eyes as he unclasped my bra and tossed it away from the bed.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, cupping them again. He squeezed and drew my right breast to his mouth, claiming the nipple between his teeth as his tongue rolled and teased it.

  Crazy with need, I reached down to his trousers and clutched the outline of his hard cock, desperately wanting it out of his pants and inside of me.

  He had other plans, however, because he grabbed both of my hands and placed them over my head. “Let me finish what I started,” he whispered, staring at me with hooded eyes.

  I nodded.

  He released my hands and removed my dress, tossing it aside. Then his mouth returned to my nipples, nipping and sucking, causing hot currents all the way down to my clit.

  “Perfect breasts,” he murmured, giving them each one last kiss. Then his tongue began to move south, past my ribcage and bellybutton, until I could feel the heat of his breath on my thighs. When his tongue slid across my glistening lower lips, I gasped in pleasure.

  Oh…

  I reached up and grabbed the edge of my bed as his tongue began to lick, slowly and deliberately.

  “Yes…” I moaned as his strokes became more urgent and one of his fingers slipped inside of me, followed by another. Soon he was sucking and licking with such intensity that it didn’t take long before my body stiffened up and I screamed out his name, the force of my orgasm actually bringing tears.

  “You okay?” he asked, noticing my glassy eyes.

  I laughed. “Yeah, it’s just been a while, I guess. I wasn’t prepared for something that intense.”

  He got up and removed his shirt. “Well. we’re not done yet.”

  I stared at his perfectly sculpted chest and narrow waist, waiting in anticipation for him to remove his pants. When he finally got down to his boxers, I couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Let me,” I said, getting on my knees.

  He smiled and moved until he was standing in front of me, his cock straining to get out of his shorts. I grabbed ahold of his boxers and pulled him closer until I was at eyelevel with his bellybutton. Licking my lips I moved closer and flicked my tongue just above the waistband of his shorts, teasing his lower stomach.

  He sucked in his breath and grabbed the top of my head.

  Smiling wickedly, I slipped my hand under the bottom of his boxers, lightly brushing his balls before I moved my hand up and took hold of his cock.

  “Yes,” he groaned as I began sliding my fingers up and down the shaft. The look on his face told me it wouldn’t take long for him to come.

  Wanting to get closer, I removed my hand and then pushed his boxers down his thighs, reveling at my first full glimpse of his beautifully sculpted cock. As I wrapped my hand around the middle and brought him to my lips, Reed groaned and put his hand on the top of my head.

  “Sinclair,” he whispered, his eyes glazed over with desire.

  I stared up at him as I began circling the tip with my tongue, licking around the base. When I drew all of him inside of my mouth and began sucking greedily, he pushed me back against the bed.

  “I have to get inside of you,” he said, crawling between my legs.

  Before I could respond, he had his cock pressed against my opening and was slowly pushing himself in.

  “Sinclair,” he whispered, pressing harder. “Relax.”

  “Well, it’s been a while,” I said.

  He grabbed my hips more firmly and then with one big thrust, plunged inside of me.

  “Yes,” I moaned, enjoying the way he filled me up. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure as his hips began moving, his cock sliding in and out.

  I stared up at him, marveling at how sexy he looked and how good he felt inside of me as he picked up his pace.

  He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed my lips. “You feel so good,” he whispered against my mouth. “I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”

  “It’s okay,” I whispered, raking my nails across his back before I dug them into his ass, urging him on. “Just… don’t… stop… now….”

  He reached below and began rubbing my clit while he pumped in and out, making my toes curl back in ecstasy. Soon, my muscles clenched around his cock as another orgasm ripped through my body. Reed groaned and picked up his pace until his face twisted in pleasure and he pulled out of me.

  “Sorry,” he said, falling on top of me. “I should have worn something.”

  “Yes,” I murmured. “If I get pregnant, I’m calling my lawyer.”

  He laughed. “Good.”

  Both of us lay there, still trying to catch our breath when the doorbell rang.

  “I take it you didn’t order a pizza and that’s your date?” he said.

  I groaned. “It’s probably Larry. I’ll tell him I’m sick or something.”

  He lay on his side. “Then get back here, because I’m not leaving this bed and I want you in it,” he said, resting his head on his hand.

  I stared at him as I put my robe on. I had to admit, he looked pretty good there. “Okay.”

  Fortunately, my date, Larry, was very understanding when I told him that I had a horrible case of diarrhea.

  “Sorry, Larry. I’m sure it’s something I ate but I wouldn’t want to ruin your evening by being in the bathroom all night.”

  He looked slightly green. “No problem. Hope you feel better,” he said, walking away, quickly.

  Reed was sitting at the edge of my bed when I returned to my room.

  “We need to talk,” he said.

  “Okay.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  “I don’t know,” I said, being honest.

  He grabbed my hand in both of his. “You can, Sinclair. I know we don’t know each other very well, but I want you to know that nobody has affected me the way you have. Not Sela or any of the women I’ve dated in my life.” He sighed. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I think about you almost every minute of the day. When I’m in the courtroom, interviewing my clients, or even just trying to fall asleep at night. I’m officially obsessed with you, and that’s a first for me; no joke. The only reason I waited to fly back out here was to give you some time.”

  “Oh.” It was a lot to take in.

  He raised my hand to his lips and kissed the side of it. “I was actually going to give you two months, but I got tired of waiting.”

  I smiled.

  His eyes grew serious. “Jesse said that you were worried about me and thought I some kind of ‘player’?”

  I frowned. “He said you were definitely a ‘ladies’ man’.”

  He nodded slowly. “I’ll be honest with you, I used to date, a lot, but that was long ago. I’m not that same person. I’m a one-woman man now. I just
want you to know that.”

  I sighed. “Reed, what do you really want from me?”

  He pulled me onto his lap. “I just want to be with you, get to know you, find out what makes you tick. Do you think you can let me do that? Maybe even return my calls from now on and let me see you?”

  “You’re saying all of these things but you live in New York and I live here. I don’t know how that’s going to work.”

  He smiled. “It just so happens that I’m moving back to Huntington Beach. Jack’s been kicked out and I’m moving in with my mom temporarily, to help her figure things out. She needs the support.”

  “What about your career?”

  “There are other law firms. I’m not worried about it.”

  I bit the side of my lips. “I guess we could see each other.”

  He began tickling my stomach. “You guess?!”

  “Stop,” I giggled as he got on top of me and held my arms over my head. “Yes, fine!”

  Reed leaned down and kissed my lips. “I’d like to start right now,” he said, pulling the belt away from my robe. “Seeing much more of you.”

  I bit his lower lip and then ran my tongue over it. “How about we see each other all night?”

  He opened my robe. “How about all weekend? If you think you can handle it?”

  “I’m willing to try,” I said as his mouth found my right nipple.

  “Tell you what – I’ll lick your wounds, if it will help,” he whispered, flicking and teasing it.

  “My wounds?”

  Leaving my breast, his mouth moved lower until his tongue reached a tender spot between my legs, where he spent the rest of the night kissing the soreness away.

  Chapter Thirty-one

  Michael

  “Well, what do you think?” she asked, leaning down next to me as we both stared into the mirror.

  “Magnificent,” I murmured, drinking in her luxurious red hair and startling blue eyes. It was our first time together and I was giddy with joy.

  Her pink bow-tie lips curled into a knowing smile that left me breathless. “I mean your new cut, Professor Jones. Do you like it?”

  I chuckled. “Oh, of course. Yes, it’s Jenna, isn’t it?”