Driven by Desire (10 page)

“Tanya, do you see my wrench over there?”

She shook the naughty images from her mind, and looked at all the tools on the table where she sat. “Wrench?”

“Yea.” He looked up from the bike. “Right there, by your thigh. Silver. The one with a hook that looks like a C.”

“Ah.” She picked up the wrench, and slid off the bench. “This one?”

“That one. Thanks.” He slipped it from her grasp and tightened a bolt on the side of the bike. He bit his bottom lip and his forehead creased in concentration as he worked diligently.

“You’re good with tools,” she said, trailing her finger up his forearm.

Marcus stopped short of what he was doing to look at her, a devilish grin on his face. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm and then came to a standing position. “You think so?” He picked up hand and kissed the pads of her fingers.

“Yes. Seems like you really know how to put one to good use.”

She saw the Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed. Then he took her pointer finger between his lips and sucked. “Mmmm. Know what else I can put to good use?”

“For Christ sakes!” Trent shouted at the other end of the garage. “Don’t you to do anything else other than fool around
like horny devils?”

Tanya parted several inches away from Marcus. She’d been so engrossed in him that she’d completely forgotten that Trent was in the room.

“Every time I turn around you two are lip locking.” Trent raked a shirt on over his hard bronzed chest and began to roll his motorcycle toward the outside. “I’m out, bro. See you at the BBQ, Tanya.”

Trent revved up his motorcycle, slid on his helmet, and rode off.

“That is all we do, isn’t it?” Tanya asked.

“He’s just jealous that he doesn’t have someone as delicious as you,” Marcus replied, pulling her into his chest again.

“I’m not a food.”

“Oh, but you certainly do taste like peaches
and cream today.” He kissed her lips softly. “So, do you wanna ride?”

She
blushed. “You or the bike?”

Tanya felt his hand press up against the front of her pants and then heard the zipper of her pants being undone. She sucked in her breath as she felt hot fingers against her panties.
Her center was already damp when he rubbed her.

“I’d like to satisfy this blatant
need of yours before we go.”

“As long as you use this…” She palmed his har
d rod, noting that it was erected high enough to reach the waistline of his jeans. Popping the buttons and spreading the zipper, she released him into her palm. He was big and heavy against her.

He led her to turn around and then he rained more kisses across her shoulders.

“Anyone can walk in here.” She looked toward the open garage door. She wasn’t sure why a thrill raced through her spine at the prospect of them being caught in the act.

“We’re closed
today,” he whispered, dragging his tongue up the side of her neck as he pulled her jeans down her hips.

Marcus kneaded her backside, and she moaned, her next protests disappearing from her mind.
He guided her behind the back of the bike and then lifted one leg up to rest on the bottom of the bike.

“Your hands here.” He placed her hands against the body of the motorcycle, and she grasped on tight when she felt his rod against the top of her ass.
He tested her, sliding his fingers through her slit. “You’re wet and ready for me.” He guided himself inside of her.

“Oh, my God.”
Her nails dug into the leather seat as his leathery rock hard flesh filled her moist canal. She’d never felt him quite like this before.

“I’ll probably say this more than once today,” he rasped as he massaged her behind, “but hold on tight and enjoy the ride.”

He thrust into her balls deep, tipping her g-spot in the process. She cried out and her voice echoed throughout the garage. Biting her lips, she prayed no one had heard her and that she wouldn’t make another outburst like that again.

Marcus had other plans. He
drove into her, long and determined. Strokes that had her damn near the edge in no time. She shoved her hips back in tune with him. He surprised her, spanking her ass several times as he hit home.

“Is this what you wanted?” he panted.

“Yes,” she cried out.

The bike wobbled under her hold as he picked up the pace. He smacked
her again across the ass and then kneaded the hurt away with his palm.

“It’s yours,” he groaned. “No more teasing. When you want this, you come get it.”

He switched angles, hitting her at just the right spot. The slapping of his balls against her pussy and their strangled groans could be heard loud and clear. She tried to press her lips together to avoid being caught, but her attempts were futile.

“Marcus…” Her orgasm rushed through her unexpectedly, capturing her
and seizing every nerve ending in her body. Achieving completion with Marcus always carried her into a myriad of bliss.

He wasn’t too far behind, driving into her u
ntil his climax took him. When he came, she felt hot cum flood her insides, filling her as she’d never been filled before.

Slowing down, he pulsed within her until every last drop was spent. He turned her around to face him, capturing her lips with his. She kissed him back, wanting to speak—to tell him how much she needed him but was afraid of where her revelation might take their relationship. She loved how they were now. Carefree.
Spontaneous. Taking each day one at a time. Not held down by the empty promises like the one’s she’d heard in the past.

Their bodi
es shuddered as the remnants of the climax faded.

He was still holding her when he spoke again, “There’s a shower in the
apartment over the store where we can continue this in a more private setting.”

Tanya
grinned. “As long as you bring your tools with you…lead the way.”

Marcus
scooped her up and took her toward a door near the other end of the garage.

At the BBQ…

By the time they reached the BBQ, the little picnic reserved for the
group event was crowded and those that were there were already engrossed in the festivities. As Tanya slipped off Marcus’ motorcycles, her eyes widened at the dozens of bikes parked in the lot. The men outweighed the women, but Marcus had told her that women rarely joined them officially. They could very well hang out with the men, but those women that did associate with the club were usually a member’s significant other.

Tanya
handed Marcus the helmet and he locked it on the motorcycle next to his.

“
You have a lot of brothers,” she said.

“
Only a dozen or so are sworn-in members. Others are friends and family of members. Some are wanna-bes, which means that they would like to pledge or are already in the process of becoming an official member,” Marcus said, as they made their way across the field to join the others. “We try to have these get-togethers at least once a month, sometimes twice a month. Our meetings to discuss official business, finances, and investments are restricted to members only. Those are held at least once per quarter. Some of our members are constantly on the road. Most of us have settled down locally though, here in Atlanta, were the whole thing started.”

Tanya knew the day wouldn’t be just about the two of them. She was particularly interested to learn more about Marcus’ secondary lifestyle. He walked her up to a picnic table where a group of people sat talking and laughing loudly amongst themselves over food and drinks. She noticed Trent right away and figured these must have been Marcus’
closest brothers—the other four that he mentioned.

A guy that appeared to be Marcus’ twin got up immediately. He and Marcus exchanged some kind of hand shake and exchanged a brotherly hug.
They were literally the same height, give or take a few centimeters.

“I’ve been
in town since last week. been trying to catch up with you forever, man” Marcus’ lookalike said as they parted from the hug.

“Was wondering if you’d made it back,” Marcus said. “I’ve been a bit busy
with work and things.”

The guy
turned a sly eye on Tanya, a questioning look marring his face as he took her in. “I can see that.”

“Sean, this is Tanya. Tanya, my youngest brother, Sean.”

The resemblance made perfect sense then. Both had the same prominent nose and squared-jaw, and even pecan complexion.

“Hi, Sean. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Sean nodded, but from the look on his face Tanya could tell that he had a million reservations about her. “If Marcus hasn’t told you yet, I’m the youngest brother. The one who likes to stir up the most trouble and take things to the extreme.”

“That’s nice to know.” She smiled. “But that description se
ems to fit Marcus as well. Coming here with him was one hell of a ride.”

Marcus chuckled beside her and winked. “You asked for it.”

“Sounds like the two of you have gotten cozy on more than just Marcus’ bike,” Sean said.

A heated blush ran over her body and she cleared her throat. When Marcus spoke again, she was relieved to have the subject changed.

“Andrew is in town with Reanna. They’re supposed to be attending some business expo here and are staying at my crib. Maybe we can all get together before he goes back,” Marcus said as he grabbed her hand, and then they made their way to the picnic table.

“For sure,” Sean said.

From there on out, she was bombarded with new faces and introductions. Except for Trent, who she’d met under different circumstances, they all regarded her carefully. They seemed skeptical, but still they were very respectful of her presence and the fact that she and Marcus were there together.

Tanya would have to get used to these types of gatherings again. Since college, she’d literally become an introvert, but now all things Marcus was bringing out the extrovert in her.

***

“You have an interesting group of friends,” Tanya said, resting the back of her head against Marcus
’ chest. “I wish I had this many.”

He put his drink on the ground beside them and wrapped his arm around her. “
Having an abundance of friends doesn’t really ensure happiness. I’d much rather be surrounded by family and loved ones. I’ve always wanted that one person that I can share any and everything with and not be ridiculed or challenged.”

They were seated under the shade of a huge oak tree, watching the sky as daylight folded into night. The festivities had ended, but like them, dozens of bikers and their friends were still left behind. The guys who’d manned the grill all day had just put out the last of food
on the serving tables. It looked as though as long as there was food on the table, drinks in the cooler, and music blaring from the speakers, the party wasn’t anywhere near its end.

“Do you get that a lot?” she asked. “Challenged?”

“Very much so. Being the middle child, I learned how to prove myself and come out on top in the end. It’s not that I craved the attention, it’s just that I got tired of being invisible. I knew I was good for something, but it took me years to find out what that was. My older brother, Andrew, followed in my father’s footsteps earning a full football scholarship to Virginia Tech. My younger brother had always been doted on from the time my parents decided that they would never have any more babies up until he officially left their home at seventeen. My parents and grandparents kind of cherished Sean in his earlier years more. And then that leaves me.” He chuckled. “I was the trouble maker until Sean came into his own. As the youngest, he rebelled a lot. I have the same drive as my father when I want something, and my father wanted me to pursue things that I had no desire in pursuing. I fought to control my own future more than anything else. When I graduated high school, I earned a full scholarship to Virginia Tech as well, but not to play football. I had no interest in football. My father claims that I broke the tradition, because next thing we know Sean didn’t attend Virginia Tech at all.”

“Mmmm,
sorry you got the blame, but…” she closed her eyes and relaxed against him “sounds like you have an interesting family.”

“You’ll understand more one day when you meet them,” he said. “How did you and Zaira meet?”

“We both went to Georgia Tech. Remember when I told you how difficult the first half of my freshman year was with being away from home for the first time and my grandmother being sick?” When he nodded, she continued, “Well, I was a complete loner. I kept to myself because I was drowning in my own issues. I took a chance one day and went out to a fraternity party. I met Zaira at said party and she convinced me to let go and have fun. It was months later when I found out who her father was. Had I known before that she came from old money with practically the world at her feet, I would have felt intimated by it and missed out on a true friend.”