Taming The Biker - A MC Biker Romantic Suspense Story (24 page)

She wiped a couple tears from under her eyes. “If anything ever happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do,” she said. “Please, if you’re going to see him, be careful, Adriana.”

I took her hands in mine. “Mom, I swear to you, I’ll jump ship the moment anything gets dangerous or weird. Okay? I promise.”

“You’d better.”

I sighed and gave her a hug.

“Don’t you really want to work at the shop?” she asked.

I pulled away. “I don’t know. I mean, I guess it’s fine for now and I do appreciate that you’re letting me work there. But, once I graduate from college, I’ll probably move on.”

“I understand that. But, remember, when I die, the company is going to be yours. You need to know how to run it. It’s our legacy, Adriana.”

I groaned. “Fine, but quit talking about dying. That shouldn’t happen for a very long time, Mom.”

“One can only hope, but we both know that you can’t predict the future,” she said.

“But, we choose the path that leads us to it,” I finished for her. “Yes, I know.”

She sighed wearily. “Well, I’m going to take a shower and then make some tea. Would you like a cup? It’s decaffeinated.”

“No. I’m going to take a shower and get ready for bed, too. But, thank you.”

“I love you, Adriana. I’ve only always wanted what’s best for you. You know that, right?”

“I know and I love you, too, Mom. More than anything.”

She smiled sadly and left my room.

After I almost broke my fucking neck climbing out of Adriana’s window, I called Tank.

“Can you pick me up, brother?” I asked, walking away from her place. As I passed by several houses, I could see people watching me through their curtains. Snooping.

Old Geezers.

“Where the fuck you at?” he asked. I could hear music in the background and a girl giggling.

“Just left Adriana’s place. I need a ride to my bike.”

“Where is it?”

I told him.

He sighed. “Yeah, give me an address and I’ll shoot over there in twenty minutes.”

“Why twenty?”

“Because I was in the middle of almost getting my dick waxed when you called,” he snapped.

“Then you probably only need three minutes,” I joked.

He chuckled. “You ain’t kidding. This chick is double-jointed, man. She can twist her body and munch her own box if she wanted to.”

I laughed. Apparently he was now dealing with Krystal’s death much better than he was earlier. “Where’d you meet her?”

“She’s friends with one of the strippers. I should take a picture of her and send it to you. Doll, can you wrap your ankles over your neck again?”

“No pictures. Just, hurry up. I need to get my bike.”

“Fine. I’ll see if I can get her to give me a quick blow, since I’ve got to come and pick your ass up.”

“Sorry.”

“Bros before Hoes,” he whispered and then let out a ragged breath. “Double jointed, though, man. You owe me.”

“Get her number.”

“Fucking right I will.”

I noticed there was a coffee shop up the street. I told him about it.

“Yeah, I think I know where that is.”

“It’s closed but I’ll be waiting for you on the bench outside. Call me if you get lost.”

“I doubt anyone can get lost in Jensen,” he replied.

After we hung up, I sent Adriana a text, letting her know where I was. She called me back.

“Guess what?’ she said, a smile in her voice.

“What?”

“I told my mother about us.”

I grunted. “Really. How’d she take it?”

“She’s not exactly thrilled, but… she’s not going to interfere.”

“Good. I didn’t like sneaking out of your bedroom like that. Not only did I bend your trellis, but I felt like a punk ass kid slipping away in the night.”

“You bent the trellis?”

“Yeah, I can fix it though. No worries.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m heading toward that coffee shop, Bella’s Brews. Tank is picking me up.”

“That’s nice of him.”

“He’s a real sweetheart, all right,” I said, grinning. “We’re BFFs you know.”

She giggled.”

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I have classes.”

“What about after?”

“To be honest, I’m usually really busy during the week with homework and school.”

“What about dinner? Or lunch? You have time for that?”

She was silent for a couple seconds. “I’ll make time.”

“Good. I’ll pick you up and bring you back to my place when you’re free.”

“To eat?”

“Oh, I’ll be eating pie. You can do whatever you want,” I said, imaging her riding my face again.

She breathed in sharply. “You’re so bad.”

“You like it when I’m bad. Admit it.”

She giggled. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Between classes. Okay?”

“I’m counting on it.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Kitten.”

Tank picked me up in his dad’s black Suburban.

“So, how was the reception?” he asked, as we drove back toward it.

“Good.”

“You work things out with Adriana?”

I grinned. “Yes I did. A few times.”

He chuckled. “Can I smell your finger? I didn’t get any tonight. Least you can let me do.”

I held up my middle finger.

Tank laughed.

“Didn’t you get your BJ?”

His smile fell. “No. She took off. I’m supposed to call her tomorrow.”

“You going to?”

“She’s a fucking contortionist. Of course I’m going to call her.”

I laughed.

“So, you going to make Adriana your Old Lady now, or what?”

“As far as I’m concerned, she is my Old Lady.”

“You need to make it official.”

“I will. Just need to ease her into it.”

“Ease her into it? You must really dig this chick,” he said, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. “You mind?”

I was probably one of the only guys in the club that didn’t smoke. “No,” I said, cracking a window.

“Fuck, I still can’t believe those fuckheads killed her, man,” he said, lighting his cigarette.

“What’s the deal on that? We coming down hard on them, or what?”

“Hell, yeah. We have to be careful though. The Old Man still isn’t sure who the informant is.”

“I have no fucking clue either.”

He was silent for a few minutes. “So, this is how it’s going to be – we’re going to lay low for a couple of months, and then when the time comes, blow their fucking club up. Take everyone in that Chapter out. That way the word on the streets will be that nobody fucks with us or our women. Nobody.”

Taking them all out seemed extreme to me, but I wasn’t the one making those decisions. “You know where they set up their new camp?”

“Yeah. They’re north. Up in Minnesota. Hayward, I think. It’s only four hours away.”

“Huh.”

He grinned darkly. “It’s going to be beautiful, brother. Beautiful. I’m going to take Mud out myself.”

“The Mother Chapter is going to want to retaliate,” I said, knowing that the rest of the Devil’s Rangers wouldn’t stand for it.

“We’ll worry about that when the time comes,” he said. “Besides, Pop says he’s already talked to Bastard.”

Bastard was the original founder of the Gold Vipers. An old vet who still led the Mother Chapter in Sacramento. 

“What he say?”

“We wouldn’t be going forward if he wasn’t backing us.”

“Shit’s going to get ugly.”

“Far as I’m concerned, it can’t get any uglier than it already is,” said Tank, clenching his teeth. “Not after what they did to Krystal.”

I held out my fist.

He smacked it with his.

For the next three weeks, Trevor and I spent as much time together as we could. When we weren’t making love, we were taking walks, renting movies, or he was teaching me how to cook.

“I have to say, this is a good fucking omelet,” he said one morning after I’d stayed overnight. I’d made him something called a “Denver Omelet.” I’d found the recipe online. “Your cooking skills have greatly improved.”

“I have a good teacher,” I said, smiling as I poured him another glass of orange juice. His compliment made me giddy, though. I actually enjoyed cooking and wanted to please him. It was a trait I knew had come from my mother. Making her man happy.

He set his fork down on his empty plate and pulled me onto his lap. “This is great, isn’t it?” he whispered, moving my hair to the side. “I mean, it feels like were married sometimes. I like it.”

I grinned. “You do?”

He kissed my lips. “Don’t you?”

“I guess so. I mean, I know sometimes married couples don’t have sex very often,” I teased.

“That’s never going to be us,” he said. “In fact,” he gulped down his orange juice and then pushed everything off of the kitchen table and onto the linoleum, startling the hell out of me.

“Trevor!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”

“Good.” Although nothing broke, there was still a mess.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he stood up and walked over to the refrigerator. He grabbed a bottle of maple syrup and walked back over.

“I need dessert,” he said, grabbing the front of the white muscle shirt I was wearing. The one he’d loaned me.

“Dessert?”

He ripped the cotton away from my chest and tossed it aside. With one hand on my right breast, he reached down for my panties.

“Don’t you dare rip them; they’re my best pair.”

Trevor grabbed me around the waist, picked me up, and set me down on the table. Then he pulled my underwear down and placed them by his nose. “Mm… they smell nice, too.”

My face turned red.

Chuckling, he pushed me down on the table and wrapped my legs over his shoulders. His face became serious. “I’m going to make you come so hard, darlin’.” There was a hungry fierceness in his eyes that made me instantly wet. “Then I’m going to fuck the shit out of you until you’re screaming my name and I’m coming all over your beautiful body. Afterward, we’re going to go and buy you some new panties. The crotchless kind, so I can
take
you anywhere and everywhere. You feel me?”

My throat became so dry that I had to swallow. “Yes. I feel you, Trevor.”

He grabbed the bottle of syrup and held it over my crotch. My eyes widened as I realized what he was about to do.

“Are you really –” I asked as he squeezed the bottle. I squealed as the cold syrup hit my labia and dribbled down. I shivered. “It’s… cold.”

He set the bottle down and grabbed my hips. “This is where I warm it up.”

When Trevor’s lips touched my sex and he began licking, I gasped in delight.

“Mm… that’s yummy,” he whispered, flicking his tongue up, down, and around my clit.

Moaning, I grabbed his head, wrapping my fingers in his hair as he sucked and devoured the maple syrup. Then he added his fingers, pressing deep, finding that spot while his tongue worked that magic on my nub. He kept a steady rhythm as the pressure began to build and the need to release became more and more intense. Soon, I was squirming and pushing against his face, pulling at his hair, and squeezing my nipples all at the same time, until he added just enough pressure to make me scream out an orgasm that rocked me to the core.

“That’s my girl,” he said huskily.

“Oh, my God, Trevor,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

He stood up and shoved his jeans to the floor. “I’m not finished with you,” he said, pulling me off the table. Grabbing my by the hips, he turned me around and bent me over his dinette. Then he was ramming into me, his hands on my breasts, both of us grunting like wild animals.

“I love this,” he growled into my ear as he leaned over me, pounding away at my pussy. “I love you. Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I replied, my eyes filling with tears.

Gasping, he thrust into me two more times, and then stiffened up as he came, holding me so tightly that I could barely breathe.

“Trevor, too tight,” I whispered hoarsely.

He chuckled and released me. “Sorry,” he said, pulling out.

“It’s okay.”

He turned me around and looked into my eyes. “You are on the pill, right?”

“Yes,” I replied. “I told you that last week.”

“Good, but I just want you to know that if anything ever happened, I’d take care of you and the baby. You know that.”

I nodded.

He relaxed. “So, did you mean it?” he asked, smiling again. “Do you really love me?”

“Yes,” I said, grinning up at him. “I love you, Trevor.”

He pulled a strand of my hair. “I love you, too. I wasn’t just saying it.”

“I didn’t think you were.”

“I want you to be my Old Lady,” he said suddenly.

I stiffened up. I knew how much this meant to bikers. I just wasn’t sure if I liked the idea of being just his ‘Old Lady’. “Explain exactly what that means.”

“You’re my woman. Nobody else will mess with you. You’re going to wear my patch, Kitten.”

“So, in the biker world, you wear a patch. Not a… ring.”

He grinned. “I’ll get you a ring, too, babe.”

“As in...”

“An engagement ring,” he said. “I want you to marry me.”

My eyes widened in shock. “Marriage?”

“Eventually. Isn’t that what you want?”

“I…” I smiled. “Yes. Of course.” I felt so much love for him in that moment that I didn’t think I’d want anything less.

He kissed my knuckles. “Well, then. That’s that. We patch you, first, and then once you’re finished with school, we get hitched.”

“Okay.”

“When do you want to tell your mother?”

I sighed. She was going to flip her lid. “Do we have to? Maybe we could tell her on our fifth anniversary?”

He chuckled. “I hear you, darlin’, but she needs to know. She’s going to be a grandmother someday. I want kids, you know. Lots of them.”

“Okay,” I replied, excited that he wanted kids. Something told me he was going to be a wonderful father. “We’ll tell her.
After
you get me a ring.”

“She’s going to know when we buy the ring,” he said. “Obviously.”

“Oh yeah,” I said, laughing nervously.

“You know we can’t go anywhere else to buy you a ring. She already dislikes me. If I went to another jeweler, she’ll really fucking hate me.”

“True,” I said, my stomach already in a multitude of knots as I thought about telling her.

“It’s going to be all right,” he said, staring into my eyes. “I’ll take care of you. You know that, right?”

“I know.”

“Good,” he said, kissing me again. “Now, why don’t you go and take a shower. I’ll clean up and then we’ll go and talk to Slammer about our plans.”

“Okay,” I said.

I left the kitchen, feeling nervous about the whole thing. Although I loved him, I was still scared about what it meant. Now, I’d have to wear a patch, not to mention a ring. I’d promised my mother that I’d keep the biker world separate from what he and I had together. But now, I knew it couldn’t be. It was all or nothing.

As I took my shower, I began to relax. I’d met some of his friends who were in the Gold Vipers the last couple of weeks, and they seemed nice. Their Old Ladies had also been very cool. They weren’t at all what I’d pictured them to be and were definitely not pushovers. In fact, they seemed very independent and well respected.

I can do this
, I thought, drying myself off with the towel.
I will do this.

After I got dressed, I walked out of the bathroom and that’s when I heard him arguing with someone.

“It’s not mine,” said Trevor in a firm voice.

“It is yours, Trevor. He’s sterile and you’re the only other person I’ve been with.”

My heart stopped.

It was Brandy.

“You’re lying,” he said loudly.

She began to cry. “No, I’m not. Listen to me, we can do this. Didn’t you always say that you wanted a son, Trevor? Now we can have one. We can start over.”

“I don’t want to start over with you, Brandy. We’re done.”

I turned the corner and both of them looked at me.

“She’s pregnant?” I asked, my voice hollow.

“Yes, I am,” she said haughtily.

He gave her a venomous look. “So she says, I doubt it’s mine.”

“But, it could be?” I asked.

“It’s yours, Trevor! We were together six weeks ago. I’m six weeks pregnant!”

I’d known him for five.

I grabbed my purse and walked toward the stairs.

“Wait a second, where are you going?” he asked, coming up behind me.

I turned around. Deep down in my gut, I knew the baby was his. I just knew it. “Obviously you two need to work things out,” I said, my eyes filling with tears.

“Bullshit,” he said. “She can leave. Not you.”

“Trevor, I’m carrying your child. We’ve known each other for two years. You’re going to kick me out of here for
her
?” snapped Brandy.

He turned around and pointed his finger at her. “Shut the fuck up, Brandy. You can’t just walk back into my life, say you’re pregnant, and think that everything is going to go the way you want it. Even if it’s my fucking kid.”

I let out a ragged sigh and headed downstairs for the door.

He flew down them and grabbed my arm. “Wait. Don’t you leave me, Adriana.”

“Could this baby be yours?’

He sighed loudly. “I don’t know. There’s a chance, I guess. It happened before I met you. It was a mistake, obviously.” He pulled me into his arms. “I hope to fuck that you believe it.”

I nodded.

“I’ll make her leave,” he whispered into my hair.

I pulled away. “No. I’ll leave. You two have a lot to talk about.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and laughed angrily. “This is such fucking bullshit.”

“I know. Call me.”

Trevor’s face was filled with anguish as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply. “I love you,” he said, releasing me.

“I love you, too,” I answered, turning away quickly to avoid his eyes.

“I’ll call you.”

All I could do was nod, I was so choked up.

After I left the house, I cried.

Now that she was pregnant, I knew our relationship was doomed. I was so upset, that I stopped and grabbed a bag of fast-food, not even sure what I’d ordered. I brought it back home and scarfed it all down. Ten minutes later, I threw it all up and cried some more.

***

Trevor didn’t call me until the next day. He apologized and said that Brandy was going to go in for DNA testing in the next couple of months, to make sure the baby was really his.

“So, where is she now?” I asked.

He was quiet.

“Did she leave?”

He sighed. “I let her move in.”

My heart stopped. “What?”

“She doesn’t have anywhere to go, but listen to me. I hate that fucking bitch. She’s only here because if she
is
carrying my child, I want to protect him.”

He was already calling the baby, ‘him’.

“I understand,” I said, the tears spilling from my eyes. He wasn’t breaking up with me but it sure felt the same. My heart was being crushed and neither of us were really even responsible.

“Are you crying?”

“No,” I lied.

“I love you, Adriana. No matter what happens, I still want to marry you. Even if this baby is mine, this thing won’t affect ‘us’. You feel me?”