After I watch them disappear from sight, I continue to put away clothing and cosmetics I’d brought for my overnight stay and check around to make sure I haven’t left anything while musing I’d gotten exactly what I’d come looking for.
Or, had I?
I sit back down on the bed, putting my head in my hands.
In the sober light of day, my rash decision last night doesn’t seem so sensible. Had I been swept away by the emotional environment of Mel’s wedding?
I’d been shocked as hell when my sensible friend had first hooked up with a biker, having heard rumours the Satan’s Devils were criminals and walked on the wrong side of the law. Mel had had the same concerns at first, but she’d taken time to learn about the club. I look up to Mel and respect her views. When she said, far from being into illegal things, they were a band of men who loved the freedom of riding motorcycles and the camaraderie of their club, I’d believed her. That they kept to themselves and lived by their own rules rather than the laws of the state, well, who could blame them as long as they stayed clear of breaking citizen ones.
If Mel saw no problem with her association with the Devils, then who was I to argue? Then I’d seen with my own eyes just how they were when I met both of her boyfriends.
Mel’s first biker was Skull. That had been bad business. I bite my lip as I remember, still feeling guilty for how that had turned out. Skull was so protective of Mel and so demonstrably loving of her, it was hard to believe he had been lying the whole time. But rather than being a criminal, he’d turned out to have been an undercover cop. It was actually his failure to find any evidence of illegal activity that confirmed my view the Satan’s Devils weren’t into that kind of thing. No drug running, no guns, and no prostitution.
Skull had been the epitome of a handsome, caring, strong and protective lover. Despite him being half a foot shorter than myself, I had, briefly, wished his handsome and attentive eyes had fallen on me instead of Mel. But he’d known what he was after, a woman who’d be accepted by the club and who could gather information he hadn’t been able to find out himself. When he’d disappeared and was thought dead, she was left devastated and pregnant. She lost the baby after I had seen Skull very much alive in Vegas.
Pyro stood by Mel when Skull vanished, supported her when he reappeared. They’d grown close and it had come as a surprise to no one when they ended up married.
Two bikers and one woman. I had lived vicariously through her.
I shake my head as I compare my past boyfriends to Mel’s. The men I tend to meet are decidedly boring. Accountants, government workers like myself, and even one disastrous date with a lawyer whose favourite topic was himself. None of them looked at life in the same way as Mel’s men. None of them were exciting.
Mel tried to protect me from her new family. She didn’t think I could handle a biker of my own. Perhaps she was right, I muse. After last night, it’s hard not to feel used and dirty.
Mel had tried to explain that most of the bikers enjoy their single status, that the club even keeps whores for them to use. It would take a special woman to tempt them away from the life they had chosen and get them to see the merits of being faithful. Had I thought one night with me and then Ink would see me as someone he couldn’t get enough of? Hell, maybe. Doesn’t every woman think she can change a man, when really, I just gave him exactly what he wanted? A chance to get his dick wet.
It’s hard to believe there’s a someone anywhere out there for me.
It’s not self-pity, it’s fact. I’m an introvert hiding in an extrovert’s body. I look confident because of my height. Because I tower over most people, they expect me to take charge, expect me not to be scared, when underneath there’s an insecure woman inside. That’s why I needed alcohol to push me to take what I wanted last night. If I was sober, I’d have waited for a non-existent man to come over. Ink liked my confidence, that I appeared to be a woman who went after what they wanted.
But I’m not her.
He wouldn’t like the real me once he got to know her.
I’ve never known what it was like to feel protected, loved, safe and coveted, but for a moment last night, I had felt like I was.
A dream, that’s all. I give myself a shake. Good while it lasted, but now I have to put it behind me.
I stand. I close the zip on my bag and give the room one last look over. There’s nothing left of me here. As for Ink, the aches and soreness will soon go, and his loving will be a memory I’ll replay on those long, lonely nights.
I’d found myself a biker and enjoyed the experience. Any admission I’d lied when I said that was all I was after will never be spoken out loud.
Mel warned me Ink would take if I offered.
But he’d given as well. I had had the best sex ever. I had found that I enjoyed being bossed around in the bedroom; Ink had been so different from men who politely ask what I need, or worse, and fumble until they get it right. I grin to myself. I hadn’t needed to fake anything. Yes, Ink’s kind of loving was just what I was looking for, but doubted I’d ever find. That’s what I’m missing, that’s why there’s an emptiness inside me. It wasn’t the man, it was the experience itself.
But it hadn’t been just sex. No, there was more, there was easy laughter and joking.
Don’t go there. We fucked, or in his words, Ink gave me his cock several times. That’s all it was.
Picking up my bag I walk to the door. Little girl. My lips curve slightly as his words echo in my head. Little, I’m most certainly not, but for just one night, I enjoyed being ordered around, and being made to feel small and protected.
I want more. I want more with Ink.
No. I don’t, can’t, want what’s impossible to have.
Making a concerted effort to leave any regrets behind in this room, I pull open the door and step out.
Although I know there will be breakfast provided, I’m really not in the mood. Mel will want to know how I got on with Ink, and it’s far too soon to share or even decide whether I’ll be revealing any details at all. I need time to process last night on my own without dissecting it with anyone else. One day I’ll tell her, and we’ll laugh about it. The spanking and how much I enjoyed it, I’ll keep to myself. But I’ll probably let her know I did indeed get the full biker experience.
I also want to sneak out unseen just in case Ink’s still around. How do I face him today? Not without blushing, that’s for certain. And how will his biker companions react? Will there be sniggers, laughs and pointed remarks? That wouldn’t surprise me.
So, I wheel my little carry-on case down the hallway, then hold my breath when the elevator dings and the door opens on the ground floor. I can hear raucous laughter from the restaurant, but thankfully there’s no one I recognise in the lobby. Handing in my key card, I tap my fingers impatiently on the desk while they check me out and print my receipt.
At last I’m free to escape, letting out a heartfelt sigh when I reach my car unimpeded.
After that, my drive home seems anti-climactic.
“You looked beautiful yesterday.” Mom comes and hugs me when I walk in the front door. “I was so proud of you.” She’d been one of the wedding guests, but since she wasn’t part of the bridal party, she hadn’t stayed at the hotel.
I shrug her comment off with an embarrassed grin. “I don’t know why. All I did was stand there and look pretty.”
“You did that so well. I’m proud of what I made.”
I giggle. But I suppose she did have a part in making me and how I turned out.
“Hey, Sis. That you?” a voice booms from the living room, shortly followed by the man himself. It’s my little brother, Connor. Well little refers to age, not size. He’s an inch taller than me, both of us towering over our parents.
“Con!” I tell him, genuinely delighted. “I’ve not seen you for ages. What have you been up to?”
His shoulders rise and fall, while I eye him intently. He’s lost a bit of weight since I last saw him; his fa
ce no longer has its baby roundness and is now angular like a man’s. He looks harder too. Connor lives with our dad up in Denver.
Patsy, our mom, and our father had separated when we were young, she ended up with sole custody of Connor and me. Dad hadn’t bothered to have anything to do with us, never remembered our birthdays or Christmas. It was only six years ago when Connor turned sixteen that my brother wanted to know more about the man who sired him. Apparently, when he’d tracked him down, it turned out they’d gotten on, and Connor moved out to live in Denver with him when he was eighteen. Mom had protested, but as he was then an adult, she could do nothing to stop him.
That was four years ago. My doubts that my father has been a good influence, possibly going so far as to turn Connor against our mom, seem to be spot on, though he and I still get along. It’s rare he comes to visit. I can’t remember seeing him for almost twelve months. I’m delighted he’s here, but also, suspicious.
“To what do we owe this pleasure?” I ask him.
Another raise and dip of his shoulders. “Had some business in town, thought I’d say hello while I was here.”
“You going back to Denver later, or do you want to stay?” my mom asks with a tinge of optimism. “I can get a pot roast or something going.”
“Nah, I’ll get back.” His face tightens. “Wouldn’t want to put you out, Mom.”
He turns away when she brushes off his comment, almost cutting her off when she says it’s no trouble. He addresses me instead, “So where were you yesterday that you stayed out all night?” He looks pointedly at the overnight bag I’ve let drop to the floor.
“At Mel’s wedding.” I gratefully take the cup of coffee Mom’s just poured for me and blow on it to cool it down. “A friend from work,” I add, in case he doesn’t remember.
“So, did you hook up with someone? Is that why you stayed out? No thanks.” The last is to my mom offering to fill a cup for him.
“No,” I deny fast, shocked that he thinks he can walk back in after months away and start questioning what I get up to. “They booked rooms for the bridesmaids and bridal party.” As if it’s any of his business, I think to myself. I also keep quiet that the whole of the Satan’s Devils MC also stayed. I decide to get the conversation away from me before any thought of last night can show on my face and betray that I’ve just skirted around the truth. “So, do you still work with our dad? What business are you in now, Con?”
He seems as eager to talk about what he does as I am to discuss the details of last night. “This and that,” he says dismissively. Then glances at the clock on the wall. “Well, I best be off. More snow is forecasted for later and I don’t want to get caught in a storm. Nah, Mom, I’ll see myself out. Oh, and I’ll be down here more often, and I’ll pop in again.”
“That will be nice, Connor,” Mom replies eagerly, but she’s speaking to his back and the dismissive wave of his hand.
The front door closes behind him with a bang.
Mom needs a hug, I can see that. “Mom…”
“No, don’t make excuses for him, Bethany. We all know what went wrong.”
Yes, we do. Connor discovered his father, and from that point on, he’d changed.
Growing up, I hadn’t been very curious about the man who’s responsible for giving me life. I was more angry that he’d abandoned me and that I had never heard from him. It was only later I’d begun to ask questions. Getting the details out of Mom had been difficult, as they came in bits and pieces. The older I became, the more information she thought I could handle. Eventually she’d told me everything.
Phil, my dad, had been an accountant when he and Mom married. He’d been caught cooking the books but was let off with a slap on the hand. Lost his job though. From then on, he started wheeling and dealing. Mom never knew what he was up to, but she thought it had to be shady, the amount of money he was bringing home. Having prepared herself for him to go to jail once, she was just waiting for him to be arrested again. She decided, in her own words, if she was going to be left alone, she’d rather be so on her own terms. So, she left him, or, rather, asked him to leave. Without needing much persuasion, eighteen years ago, he did.
From then on, she brought Connor and me up by herself, and I might be biased, but if you ask me, she’d made a good job of it. Until Connor set out to discover his sperm donor, that is.
“Well it sounds like we might be seeing more of him,” I tell her, hoping I sound optimistic as I add, “Maybe we can turn him back around.”
Another glance toward the front door. “It could be a good sign that he dropped in. Maybe he doesn’t want to be such a stranger?” Then she turns back to me, and she’s smiling instead of frowning. “Now do you want to go unpack and then help me decide what to cook for dinner?”
After telling her she’d gotten my mouth watering with the mention of the pot roast, I take my bag up the stairs and step back into my real life. As I unpack my clothes and put them away, I try to empty my head of a certain biker.
Shut him in the closet and turn the key.
Moments later I’m descending the stairs and offering cheerfully, “What can I do to help, Mom?”
Chapter Four
Ink
Slowly waking, I groan, then stretch, then placing my hand on my morning wood, realise my cock is slightly sore. I grin, if I can feel it the next day, fuck me, I doubt Beth can walk.
Beth. I hadn’t expected to enjoy her so much, nor fuck her so many times. Nor utilise almost every position in my repertoire and hadn’t had a thought in my head about spanking her when we’d first come to my room. A quick fuck, a release, then I’d have patted her ass and chased her out. Only, it hadn’t happened quite that way.
She intrigued me. She’d approached me, I hadn’t targeted her, nor would I have done, she’s a civilian. What I saw was a confident woman going after what she wanted, and she got my respect and the promise to provide what she was after.
At six-feet-six, I know my height gives me an advantage which I milk the hell out of. With muscles to boot, not many men challenge me. I expected the same would be true of Beth, but once she was in my room, I began to think, what I saw as a benefit to her could be a drawback. One by one my assumptions were proved wrong, and I began to see her confidence was an act.
I’m now full of admiration that she actually came on to me. Thank fuck she had, I’d have missed out had she lost her nerve. I’d ended up with a night to remember, and one that I’ll certainly put in my spank bank.
I hadn’t expected Beth to be a virgin, but I had expected her to be more experienced than she clearly was. Turns out, I’d enjoyed introducing her to new things. My lips curve as I remember marking her ass. She’d been shocked, but thoroughly enjoyed it. If I’d been in my own space, I’d have had more things to teach her.
She’d been assertive enough to joke with me though. Laughing at my cock? I growl as I remember. Well, I’d certainly shown her it was no joking matter. I’d laid out six condoms to shock her, I’d expected to use one. Then when that turned into two, I thought we may use four. But when I’d finally run out of stamina, I realised we’d used the lot.
I’m thirty, not old, but hell, six times in one night? I grin in the mirror as I shave. Beth certainly kept my engine revving. Even the memory of how she responded has my cock perking up. Time to find a club whore later.
I wonder what Beth would look like handcuffed to my bed wearing nipple clamps?
No, I’ve got to get that thought right out of my head. Nice girls like her could easily get the wrong idea if I asked to see her again, and I’m not in the market for more than a casual hookup. But the image stays lodged in my mind as I pull on my clothes, the same ones as I wore yesterday. I’ll change into a clean pair of jeans and a fresh shirt when I get back to the clubhouse, there was no point bringing spare clothes.
Last night with Beth was different from going with one of the sweet butts, I muse as I pack my toiletries away and slip into my cut. Only because she wasn’t like
them, I tell myself. I hadn’t known what to expect. Once again, I grin as I go over the events of last night in my head. Half of me thought she’d run away screaming as I hadn’t gone through anything close to a seduction. I’d just told her to strip. Well, what’s the point of making a big deal out of removing clothes? Most of the activity takes place naked, why waste time? I’m all for efficiency.
Christ, I’m making wood just thinking about her.
A loud knock comes on my door, and a voice floats through it. “You awake, Bro?”
Adjusting my cock so it’s comfortable, I go to open up. “Yo, Mace.”
The enforcer pokes his head around the door. “You alone?”
Shaking my head, I chuckle. “Of course, I am.”
“She lost her nerve then?”
“Six condom wrappers in the bin shows that she didn’t.” I smirk.
“Oh, you tore a few, that happens. Overeager I expect.”
I go to belt him around the side of his head, but he jumps out of reach, laughing.
“She worth giving a try?”
I make a seesaw gesture with my hands, while trying to hide the fact I’m gritting my teeth. “Wouldn’t say that. She was pretty vanilla.”
Mace’s way of fucking is very similar to my own, so his face falls. Then his eyes narrow. “But six condoms, man?”
“Nah, fuckin’ with ya, Bro,” I contradict myself. “Once was enough. It was marginally better than using my hand.”
He doesn’t seem to know which of my statements to believe. As he eyes the waste bin the other side of the room and makes as though to enter, I place my hand firmly against his chest and push him out the door, pausing only to grab my saddlebag and my thick leather jacket which I’ll surely need. Outside, it will be fucking cold.
He chortles. I’m transparent it would seem. “You staying to eat here?”
“Nah. Had enough mixing with civilians last night. Want to take my chance riding home while the snow is still melted. There’s more forecasted for later.”
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