Mr. Motorcycle: A Billionaire Romance

by Winter Travers

  A very sleepy drunk.

  By the time we had rolled up to her house Blue shuffled up the steps of her apartment with my hand in hers.

  When we had walked through the door, she said she was going to change and would be right back.

  Fifteen minutes later I cautiously made my way into her bedroom and found her passed out with her pants off and her face buried in a pillow.

  I managed to shift her body and pull the covers from underneath her.

  “What’s going on?” she asked sleepily. Her eyes opened and a lopsided smile graced her lips. “Seven,” she sighed.

  “Shh,” I hushed. “I’m just helping you get under the covers, babe.”

  “You’ll get under them with me.” It was a statement, not a question.

  “I think I should just head home for the night, Blue.”

  She shook her head and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Seven stays.”

  “Blue,” I whispered.

  “Stay.”

  I caved and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Let me lock the door and turn off the lights, babe.”

  She smiled blissfully. “Hurry back.” She snuggled into the pillow and sighed softly.

  I headed back to the front door and slid the deadbolt. I turned off all the lights and made my way back to the bedroom. Blue was passed out again, so I emptied my pockets on the bedside table and pulled off my shirt. I slipped under the covers, and she instantly rolled into me, and laid her head on my chest.

  I pulled the covers over us and wrapped her in my arms.

  Blue was different and this night was ending completely different.

  I was in bed with Blue, but my pants were still on, and she was passed the hell out.

  Funny thing was, I had never been happier and more content than I was right now.

  One moment had changed everything.

  *

  Chapter Seven

  Blue

  Seven was sleeping next to me and I had no memory of how he had gotten there.

  The last thing I could remember was Seven agreeing to stay, but that was it.

  “I can hear you thinking, babe,” Seven rumbled.

  “I’m sleeping,” I blurted.

  Seven chuckled and draped his arm over my stomach. “Different,” he mumbled.

  “I’m starting to not like this whole different thing,” I grumbled.

  Seven pulled me close and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I promise it’s a good thing, babe. I can’t tell you the last time I ever just slept next to a woman.”

  “High school?” I asked.

  “Uh.”

  Of course not. It had probably never happened. Seven’s prowess with women normally led to more than just falling asleep. “Forget I even asked.”

  “Blue,” he groaned.

  “I’m not mad,” I insisted. I really wasn’t. Seven had a past and I wasn’t about to hold it against him. “I’m just adjusting to the fact I’m different and that’s a good thing,” I giggled.

  Seven pressed his lips to mine. “It’s the best thing, Blue.”

  His lips moved against mine and my hands moved over his bare chest. “Maybe you can show me it’s the best thing,” I whispered.

  Seven growled and rolled into me. He pinned me to the bed and covered me with his body. “I’ve always been a fan of showing.”

  A thrill ran through my body. “Sh–.”

  My words were cut off by the shrill ring of Seven’s phone.

  “Ignore it,” he grunted. His hand moved down my side and lifted the hem of my shirt. The phone stopped ringing and it was back to just me and Seven.

  I arched my back and pressed up to his touch. “It feels like I’ve been waiting for forever for you to touch me, Seven,” I whispered.

  Seven’s eyes burned with desire, and he caged me in with his arms. “Not even a –.”

  Now Seven’s words were cut off by the ringing of his phone. I dropped back onto the bed and sighed. “Somebody really wants to talk to you, Seven,” I laughed.

  He grunted and reached over for his phone. “What?” he growled when he answered it. He looked down and me and laid his other hand on my side. “I’m busy, Alexis.” He was silent for a beat and then his eyes widened. “What?” He pulled his phone away from his ear and looked at the phone. “Son of a bitch.” He put the phone back to his ear and barked, “I’ll be there in half an hour.” He ended the call and tossed the phone on the bedside table.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  Seven sat back on his heels and ran his fingers through his hair. “Alexis set up two interviews for me this morning.”

  “It’s really early, isn’t it?” I grumbled.

  Seven chuckled and shook his head. “I thought it was too, but it’s actually ten to nine.”

  “What?” I gasped. I jackknifed off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom. “I need to be to work in ten minutes.” How in the hell was it so late? I never slept this late. “I don’t have a car,” I gasped.

  “We’re both headed to the same place, babe. I’m taking you.”

  That was all fine and dandy, but I should already be on my way to work. I was always at least five minutes early and the drive to work was ten minutes. “I’m so late!”

  Seven moved behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Calm down, babe. Get dressed and we’ll leave.”

  “Seven,” I moaned. “We’re not going to make it on time.”

  “Shh,” he hummed. “I promise everything will be okay.” He pressed a soft kiss to my neck and sighed. “We now know you can’t drink watermelon margaritas on the nights you need to work the next day,” he laughed.

  I slapped his hand and moved out of his arms. “No touching right now. We’re never going to leave this room if you kiss me.”

  “That doesn’t seem like a problem to me,” he drawled.

  I moved into the bathroom and turned to face him. “Five minutes, and we’re leaving.”

  “You got it, babe.”

  I closed the door and sighed. Even knowing I was late for work I couldn’t help but feel a lightness inside me, and Seven was the reason for that.

  *

  Chapter Eight

  Seven

  “Where the hell were you?” Alexis hissed.

  I smiled at the woman in front of me and handed back the picture she asked me to sign. I nodded to one of the security guards to hold on letting people up to the table.

  “Last I checked I didn’t need to tell you my where abouts.”

  Alexis sat down in the chair next to me. “Well, when you decide to skip interviews and be late, I have to start wondering what the hell you are doing.”

  I rolled my eyes and grabbed the bottle of water on the table.

  “I stopped by your house, and you weren’t there.”

  “Alexis,” I growled. “What the hell?”

  “You can’t let these women mess with your job, Seven,” she scolded. “You’ve never done something like this before.”

  “You think we can do this later?”

  Alexis clamped her lips shut and wrinkled her nose. “Don’t let these hussies ruin what you’ve created, Seven.”

  I leaned close and lowered my voice. “We will discuss this later.” I glared at Alexis, and she leaned away from me.

  “Okay, okay,” she mumbled. “Whatever you say, Mr. Motorcycle.”

  I took a deep breath and motioned for them to let the next person to the table. I only had about an hour left of the meet and greet and then it was time for the bike build judging. I was hoping to be able to sneak a little time in with Blue, and I was going to make it happen.

  *

  Blue

  I was running around with my head cutoff, and I didn’t see an end in sight.

  “Alyssa, I’m going to run to the storeroom for cups.”

  Alyssa waved me off. “Go, go. We’re about to run out. And get a bottle of vodka while you are at it.”

  I nodded and stepped out from behind the bar. �
��I’m on it, girl.”

  I slipped out of the room and headed in the direction of the storeroom. Even though I had been twenty minutes late to work today, Karen hadn’t laid into me. She knew even if I was late, I would still get my job done and then some. Normally I would make Alyssa or one of the other waiters run to the storeroom, but I felt bad for being late.

  I turned the corner and felt someone move next to me.

  “You think they know how to make seven and seven’s around here?”

  “Seven!” I gasped. I had been too worried about being late to work this morning I barely enjoyed the ride on his bike and briefly kissed him goodbye. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?” I asked.

  Seven threaded his fingers in mine and shook his head. “I’ve got a twenty-minute break before judging starts.” He looked around. “Where are we headed?” he asked.

  I laughed and stopped in front of the storeroom door. “I need supplies.” I opened the door and pulled him inside with me.

  “How much time do you have before they start missing you out there?” he asked.

  I bit my lip. “Probably ten minutes.”

  Seven turned me in his arms and pressed me against the closed door. “Then we can pick up where we left off this morning before we were interrupted.”

  A gasp escaped my mouth when his lips brushed against my collarbone. “Seven,” I gasped. We shouldn’t be doing this here, but I didn’t stop him. I didn’t want to stop him. All that mattered were his hands and lips were on my body.

  “I was in your bed this morning, Blue, and it feels like an eternity since I touched you.” He trailed kisses up my neck. “Tasted you.” He pulled on the strings of my apron and dropped it to the floor. “This fucking uniform you wear drives me insane, you know that?”

  “What?” I moaned. It was a skirt and button-down shirt. It wasn’t anything to write to Playboy about.

  “I want to open each of these buttons with my teeth and then shove your skirt up so I can bend you over and fuck you until you scream my name.”

  Can you come just from someone talking?

  A powerful tremor rocked through my body and Seven’s name ripped from my lips. I was damn close to proving you could.

  “You want that, babe?” he whispered in my ear.

  “Yes,” I gasped. “God, yes.” I wanted whatever Seven wanted to give me.

  His hands ran over my ass, and he hitched my skirt up to my waist. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugged them down.

  My hands found the fly of his jeans and tugged the zipper down. I popped the button, and I cupped his hard, thick dick in my hand. “I should have known you don’t wear underwear.”

  He growled and slid his hand around to cup my pussy. “I want to take my time with you, babe, but this is going to be fast and quick.”

  I had no problem with that. I knew it was only going to take a stroke or two before I would be moaning Seven’s name and coming around his dick. “Take me,” I whispered.

  Seven slapped my ass and spun me around. He shuffled us over to the shelving and stepped back from me. “Hold onto the shelf,” he ordered. He put his hand on the small of my back and bent me over.

  I grasped the cold metal of the shelf and knew I would never be able to walk into the storeroom without thinking of this moment.

  Seven spread the cheeks of my ass and positioned his dick at the entrance of my pussy. “Baby, I can see how wet you are for me.” His voice was gravely, and his tone was filled with desire.

  “Fuck me, Seven. Make me yours,” I begged.

  Seven plunged inside me, his dick stretching and filling me. “Oh god,” I gasped. This was good. So good.

  Seven gripped my hips, his fingers biting into me. “Your pussy is a fucking vise around me, babe,” he bit off. “I’m about to go off like a rocket inside you.” He slowly pulled out and groaned.

  He slammed back in me and quickly pulled out.

  “Fast,” I pleaded. “Go fast.” I was mere seconds away from coming and I wanted it more than anything.

  He plunged back in me and groaned my name.

  “More.” I wanted it all.

  “Hold on,” he growled. Seven thrust in and out, my ass slapping against him. With each thrust my climax built until a scream ripped from my lips and my pussy milked Seven’s cock with each thrust.

  Seven called out my name and grunted when he plunged back in. His come filled my pussy and I knew that this man was who I belonged to. There would never be anyone after Seven.

  Seven thrust one last time, the last of his release filled me.

  “Fucking shit, Blue,” he grunted. “That was like the first-time having sex. I couldn’t have stopped that if I tried.”

  I slowly stood, and Seven’s dick dropped from my pussy.

  I turned and leaned against the shelf I had been holding onto. I glided my hand down my body and swiped my finger through my pussy. Seven’s cum coated my fingers, and I raised them to my lips.

  Seven’s eyes burned with lust as he watched me lick them clean.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” he growled. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into his arms. His lips devoured mine, and my heart almost beat out of my chest.

  “As soon as you’re done with work we’re going back to my place and we’re not getting out of bed until we both can’t walk,” he promised.

  “Sounds good to me,” I whispered.

  Seven slapped my bare ass. “Now get dressed before I take you again and both of us get fired.”

  I laughed and stepped out of his arms. “I’m pretty sure I’m the only one at risk of losing their job.” I bent over and pulled on my panties. “Though after that performance I really don’t care if I have a job or not.” I could be Seven’s plaything for the rest of my life for all I cared.

  Seven pulled his pants on while I pulled my skirt down and straightened my shirt.

  “I’m gonna have a hard-on all day just thinking about you licking your fingers with my come on them,” he muttered.

  I giggled and fixed my hair. “Right back at you, Mr. Motorcycle. I might have to take a break in the bathroom later to release some pressure that is already building.”

  Seven pounced on me and pulled me back into his arms. “You don’t touch yourself unless I’m watching, understand?”

  I bit my lip and ran a finger over the bulge in his jeans. “The same goes for you then.”

  “Deal,” he grunted. He pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “Now get your ass back to work and I’ll try to stop distracting you.” He slipped out the door and gently closed it behind him.

  How in the hell was I supposed to go back to work after that?

  I really wanted to smoke a cigarette and drink a glass of wine.

  That was heaven on earth.

  I checked my clothes and flattened my hand down my skirt.

  I was halfway back to the VIP lounge when I realized I hadn’t even grabbed the things I had gone to the storeroom to grab.

  Seven Michaels had just rocked my world and I knew it was never going to be the same.

  *

  Chapter Nine

  Seven

  “I really thought I had a chance.”

  I set the gold-plated wheel next to the bike and posed for a picture.

  Trent was leaning against his bike and looked like someone had stolen his puppy.

  I shook hands with the guy who asked for a picture and turned to Trent. “Hey, at least you got second, brother.”

  Trent flipped me off. “At least you got second,” he said an octave higher. “You’re a lucky dick, dude.”

  I chuckled and shook my head. “You mean a talented dick.”

  “I can second that.”

  Blue’s voice made me turn on my heel. “Babe,” I called.

  She timidly walked up to me and looked down at the trophy. “More hardware to add to your collection?” she laughed.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Trent interrupted. “You do not get to w
in the bike build and then get the hottest chick in the place, too.”

  Blue blushed and stepped closer to me. “Uh, your bike is nice, too,” she said to Trent.

  “Ugh,” he moaned. “And she’s nice.” Trent shook his head. “I’m out of here. Maybe one of the chicks from the book event next door can keep me company tonight.”

  “I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Blue said as Trent walked away.

  Blue could never interrupt. “You really think I’d rather talk to him, than you?” I asked.

  Blue shrugged and wrapped her arms around her waist. “I was just coming to tell you I was done for the night. I would drive myself home, but we never had a chance to figure out my car today.”

  I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my arms. “Even if we would have gotten your car squared away today, you still would be going home with me tonight after that performance in the storeroom earlier.”

  Blue blushed a pretty shade of pink and buried her face in my chest.

  “I should have known you would have a woman in your arms after winning the bike build,” Alexis drawled.

  She was the last person I wanted to see right now. She had been downright pissing me off with the shit she was giving me this morning.

  Blue pulled out of my embrace and turned to face Alexis.

  Alexis’s jaw about dropped to the floor and her eyes bugged out like she was a damn cartoon. “You went for the waitress even after I told you to stay away from her?” Alexis snapped.

  Blue shifted uncomfortably and looked down at her feet.

  I knew exactly what she was thinking, and it was completely wrong.

  “Blue can make up her own mind even if you think she is too good for me,” I drawled.

  Blue’s head snapped up. “What?”

  Yup, I knew she was thinking that Alexis meant it the other way around.

  “She’s not one of your bimbos who bop from guy to guy, Seven,” Alexis droned on. “She’s too good for you.”

  “No shit, Alexis.” I pulled Blue tight against my side. “I fucking know she’s too good for me and I’m a lucky asshole that she gave me the time of day.”

  Alexis turned her focus on Blue. “I get what you see in him. He’s charming and knows how to lay it on thick.”