Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology (26 page)

Chapter Three

I watch Kallie walk into the bathroom, and I look up at the ceiling. My hand is on my chest, rising and falling with my heavy breathing. I’ve had women, tons of them, so what is it about her that makes me want to hold her in my arms, sleep close to her and breathe in her sweet scent? What the fuck is wrong with me? My eyes snap to the bathroom door when it opens, her eyes stay down, but I can tell she’s been crying and something weird happens to my heart. It actually hurts in concern. I jump out of bed and rush behind Kallie, slamming the door right as she tries to leave, my hand against it, my hand around her waist as I rub the side of my face against hers. “Don’t go. You can’t anyway. Your tire is flat.” She starts breathing heavy and I can see her eyes close, and I know I’ve affected her as much as she has me. “Come back to bed. You have nowhere to go tonight. Come.” She turns in my arms, her eyes searching mine, and I catch a tear with my finger.

“But you said….”

My fingers cover her full lips, and then my mouth replaces them quickly. Kallie’s body stiffens but quickly relaxes to my touch as my arms lift her and take her to the bed. I lay her down and lay beside her. I notice her arms are straight and stiff, but yet her body shudders to the touch of my fingers moving down one of them. My heart starts beating faster as I move over her body and finally, her arms wrap around me, her fingers threading in my hair and our kissing becomes heated, again. Something clicks in my head, and I pull back, staring into her eyes. I roll off her and pull her to me. She stiffens again so I pick up her hand and lay her arm across my waist then bring the covers up over us. She looks up at me with those beautiful eyes, and my heart skips a beat. Suddenly, I become nervous and close my eyes, but I feel her relax, and as I lay there I wonder what’s happening to me. Never has anyone made me feel this way, made me want them to stay the night, hold them, and I find myself thankful that she got a flat tire. I open my eyes when I hear her light breathing and look down at this beautiful and sexy woman. I feel like she’s bewitched me and when I close my eyes and take a deep breath, I relax thinking I’m glad she did.

My eyes open to the sunlight in my room and move my arm, reaching for Kallie. My heart missing a beat when I feel her side empty of her warm body. Panic surges through me as I leap out of bed, throw on my jeans and run out of the room but stop suddenly when Kallie turns around in the small kitchen, a smile on her glowing face and skillet in hand.

“I hope I didn’t wake you. I was trying to be quiet.” Her eyes widen as I walk right over to her and thread my fingers through her hair at the nape of her neck and grab the back as my mouth smashes against hers. She gasps into my mouth, but then she begins to kiss me back with as much vigor. When I release her mouth and move back a little her facial expression is of shock, but then she smiles. “Well, if I thought that’s how you’d react to breakfast, I would have started making it sooner.” She giggles, and I swear that’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. Something is definitely wrong with me. Her eyes move down my face, chest, stomach and then back to my eyes. “Why don’t you go get cleaned up. It’ll be ready by the time you’re done.”

I kiss her full lips again and then turn around, walk to the bedroom and into the bathroom. I take a quick shower and the whole time I’m wondering who I am. I don’t sleep all night with women. I don’t hold them in my arms after I fuck ‘em. I don’t let them cook breakfast for me in the morning, and I don’t do girlfriends. What the hell? Once I’ve cleaned up and thrown on some clean jeans and a wife beater, I walk into the kitchen and sit down at the small table to find a heaping plate of breakfast goodies. I never eat like this, and I can’t cook for shit. I dig in quickly and can’t help the hums of satisfaction with each bite I take. After about half the plate of food is gone, I look up at her to see she doesn’t have a plate.

“You’re not eating?”

Kallie gives me her beautiful smile and takes a drink of her coffee. “I don’t eat breakfast, never have. I’m more of a light lunch, then stock up at dinner kind of gal.”

I look down her body and then back up to her eyes. “Well, you should eat more. A little weight on that body would do you good.” She lets out a giggle and my cock twitches. I pick up my coffee cup and take a drink, then keep ahold of it. “So, what’s a nice girl like you doing way out here and going to a dive bar? I can tell your way too ritzy for the likes around here. So, what’s your story?”

She looks down at her cup and then back to my eyes. “No story. I just like to have fun and where I live, the fun had been had there. I wanted something new.”

I set my fork down, suddenly losing my appetite. “Kallie. This isn’t a fun place. It can be very dangerous.” I hold up my left arm and watch as her eyes move to the bandage covering my stitches then back to mine. “Let’s go get your spare tire on and get you on your way home. Back to where it’s safe.” Her face falls with my words, but I know that I’m right. She can’t stay here. She shouldn’t be with me. I’m nothing but trouble.

Thirty minutes later and I’m watching her drive down the road away from me. The look on her face when she got into her car broke my fucking heart, but I know I’m doing the right thing. Bad luck travels with me, follows me, and she doesn’t need that in her prestigious life. I was supposed to take the night off, but I went in anyway. I can’t just sit around my cabin and watch TV, being alone again. Charley yelled at me and then I got to work. This is where I need to be, this is where I belong.

“Hey, handsome! How about when you get off work we have some fun,” the sexy woman sitting across the counter from me says in a low voice. My eyes look up, traveling down her face, to her breasts and then back up to her eyes. “My place is only about ten minutes from here. Why don’t you follow me when you’re done for the night?” I nod, smile a little, but just not feeling it. She smiles back, winks and then walks back out into the crowd. I’ve been looking out at the mass amount of people all night for Kallie, but she never shows up. I’m surprised, but yet I shouldn’t be. I basically told her not to come back so why have I been so hopeful she would. I’m so confused, pissed off at myself, but relieved all at the same time.

Once we’ve cleaned up, I holler that I’m leaving and then head out into the parking lot. The sexy woman is leaning against her SUV waiting on me. I walk over to my bike, throw my leg over the seat, start it and rev it up. Once I’ve pulled out, she gets in her car and starts out of the parking lot, and I’m right behind her. I follow her into a parking lot of a modest apartment building, and park next to her car. I follow her into the front entrance, up two flights of stairs and into her apartment. As she turns around to shut the door, I hear the lock click. I grab her waist, spinning her around and pinning her hands up over her head, my mouth crushing against hers. She lets out a gasp and then a moan as my hand slides up under her shirt and bra, then kneading her breast and tweaking her nipple.

“Fuck! Bed!” I growl against her mouth. I release her hands and follow her into her bedroom. She removes her clothing before I have a chance to do it myself and that kind of pisses me off. She sits down on the end of the bed and then slowly moves
back until she’s laid out in front of me. I quickly remove my clothes and crawl up the bed until I’m in between her legs, and my mouth finds her nipple quickly.

“Yea! Oh!” She screams.

Fuck, I’ve hardly even done anything yet. Suddenly, I don’t want to be here. I rise up and get off the bed, getting my clothes back on, hurriedly.

“What the fuck, sweetheart. Where are you going? We just got started,” she asks angrily.

I start to walk to the doorway, turn my head and snarl. “No offense but you’re just not doing it for me.” I hear her huff as I walk to the front door, unlock it and then head down to my bike.

The cool breeze feels great as I ride back to my cabin. After I park in the carport, I hurry into the house and straight for the shower. The hot water stings my skin as I step under the showerhead, my hand hitting the tile in front of me as I take my aching cock in my other hand, stroking it up and down hard as I imagine Kallie’s hand around it. I can see her face, full of desire and want as she keeps stroking me. Her other hand fondle my balls and my hand starts to move faster, harder. Fuck! I can’t get her out of my head, but do I want to? My cock begins to squirt a little liquid out, and I moan loudly as I release fully as it meshes with the water. I continue to stroke until it’s all out of me. Grabbing the soap, I lather it up and wash my body, then take the shampoo and wash my hair. It’s getting longer than I normally have it, but right now I don’t even care. I’ll deal with that another time. After drying off I head into the small kitchen, grab a beer from the fridge and sit down on the couch, taking a big drawl from it. My eyes catch something on the end table, and I reach over to pick up a note. Funny, I didn’t see this earlier today when I left for the bar.

Hey sexy,

Just a note to say thank you for everything. You don’t know me, you don’t know what I’m like so please don’t pretend you do. I’m just out for a good time, nothing more. Don’t flatter yourself. Even though you don’t care, I won’t be there tonight. But maybe I’ll see you tomorrow night. ;)

Kallie

I chuckle at her attitude, and that makes my cock twitch. I finish up my beer and then walk out to the front porch, lighting up a smoke. Leaning against the rail I look out into the darkness. So, I don’t have someone who loves me, never did. I like my life alone, only me to worry about, to take care of. So what? I let out a huge sigh along with the smoke. Who in the fuck am I kidding? For the first time in my life, I want to take care of someone, have someone here when I get home, ask me how my night was, and cook something good for me to eat, someone I can hold at night. I want Kallie. But does she deserve someone like me? Someone broken, someone who doesn’t deserve her? No, she deserves so much better. Fuck! My head is spinning as I toss the butt down onto the gravel and head back inside. I slam the door and walk to my bedroom, throw myself on top of the bed and shut my eyes.

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I lay in bed wide awake. All I can think about is Steele. Who is he, what made him like he is? My hand slides up under my pajama top, covering my breast and then my thumb and index finger pinches the nipple. I close my eyes and imagine
it’s Steele’s hand, his fingers, as my other hand moves down into my panties and rubs my already wet pussy. I push a finger inside me, then two and start moving them in and out. I remember him doing that just last night, but with his big, thick cock and the feelings of him are still so fresh in my mind that I can even remember his unique smell. My fingers move faster as my hips move up and down with their movements. My thumb finds my swollen clit and begins rubbing, pressing into it, and soon I’m moaning and yelling out Steele’s name. I rise and look down to see a big wet spot on my sheets in between my legs. Smiling, I get up and remove all the bedding, throwing it in a pile on the floor in my room. Walking to the linen closet in the hallway, I gather up another set of bedding. Once I’ve remade the bed, I wash up in the bathroom and crawl into bed and under the covers, feeling a little satisfied but not nearly enough then close my eyes and think of him.

“I know, Daddy, but I just went to a dinner for you the other night, showed myself off and now I want some time for myself,” I huff into the phone and hear him sigh.

“Princess, it’s just another dinner this weekend. If you want your allowance to live in that apartment, you’ll do it. God knows why you feel you have to live on your own when you have everything you need and more at the house, I’ll never understand. Now, be a good girl and come to the dinner. I don’t want to hear any more about it.” The line goes dead and I pull it away from my ear, sticking my tongue out at it and then throw myself back onto the bed. Fuck my life!

The sun is beating down on me, and it feels so good. I flip over from my back to my front and pull my hair around to the other side. I open my eyes to see Betsy doing the same and smile.

“So, let me get this straight. He wants you but he doesn’t want you but he took your v-card, had you spend the night and cuddled you?” I nod, the pout on my lips starting to hurt my cheeks, and she sighs. “Girl, he’s got it bad for you. Guys just don’t cuddle if they don’t want the woman. Seriously. What the hell is his problem?”

I let out a breath and sigh. “I dunno. I think he has some sort of ugly past but at times it seemed like he wanted to let go of that, maybe move on, but then he’d push me aside again. He’s making my head crazy, that’s for sure.

“Psh! Who doesn’t have a horrible past? Your mom beat you when you were little, then your daddy finally wised up and divorced her ass but he never shows you any love or even acts like he cares unless it’s to do his bidding.” She rolls her eyes and turns on her side facing me.

I mimic her movements and flip my hair over my shoulder. “I know. You don’t have to tell me. And he wants to parade me around at another dinner party this weekend. Shit! I’m so tired of it. I need to get a job in the worst way but there’s nothing that will pay me enough to keep this apartment.”

She gives me a smirk and reaches across the small space between our loungers and smacks me on the arm. “So! Get a job and then move into an apartment you can afford. Besides, haven’t you been saving most of the money he gives you for decades anyway? What else are you gonna use it for?” My eyebrows raise, and my mouth forms an ‘O’. She rolls her eyes again and laughs. “Oh, my God, Kallie. What would you do without me?”