Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology (11 page)

I nodded my head and processed what he had said.

“Are you dating anyone else?” he asked.

“No,” I shook my head, “I'm not.”

“Okay, then stop overthinking everything.” He ran his hands down my back, causing a trail of goosebumps to follow.

“I just...”

“I'm only with you,” he interrupted. “I only want to be with you.”

All doubts melted away when I looked up and saw the sincerity in his eyes. I moved my hands up his arms and wrapped them around the back of his neck. Running my fingertips through his short hair, I could feel him harden against my belly. I watched as his eyes turned dark before his mouth came crashing down onto mine.

He easily lifted me around his hips and pressed my back against the tile wall. The water poured over us as he kissed down my neck to my breasts. I threw my head back and let out a loud moan as he slid into me and began to slowly set his pace.

“I'm never going to get enough of you,” he growled into my ear.

As I moved closer and closer to the edge, I was beginning to think I would never get enough of him either.

Chapter 6

“I want to drive.” I stood and stared at a black motorcycle parked in front of me.

“Yeah right.” He laughed.

“You don't trust me?”

“From what I gathered, you've only ridden on a bike once.” He walked over and pushed my chin up, causing my gaping mouth to close. “And that was the other day. So no, I don't trust you to drive my bike.”

He lightly kissed my lips before climbing on the bike and handing me the helmet.

“You'll let me drive eventually.” I pushed the helmet over my ponytail. “So just prepare yourself for that day.”

I climbed on behind him just as the engine came to life. I wasn't ready to go home yet, but it was late afternoon on Monday, and I needed to finish some schoolwork before the next day. Plus, I knew I was keeping him away from work, because he normally spent Mondays catching up with the office work.

We had spent most of the night naked in his bed and most of the morning sleeping. I knew with school, my work, and his work, we wouldn't see each other much during the week. I looked down at the clean pair of oversized sweatpants and t-shirt I was wearing of his and squirmed because I hadn't worn underwear in over a day since he ripped them off yesterday. My phone had died yesterday afternoon, but I had let Hannah know where I was and that I was safe. Other than a few texts to her, my life had been all about Luke for the past thirty-six hours. I liked that.

He pulled up to my apartment and turned off the bike. We walked hand in hand up the steps, and I unlocked the door and he pushed it open.

“You're home.” Hannah rushed out of her bedroom and grabbed my arm. “I've tried to call you but your phone was dead.”
“What's wrong?” I asked since her face looked panicked.

“He showed up here this morning.” She nodded to my bedroom. “I've done everything to get him to leave but he won't. I just got back from the library, and he's just sitting in there.”

Before I could ask who, Chris opened my bedroom door and walked out in front of us. I tightened my grip on Luke's hand and watched the scene unfold in front of me.

“You're home, baby.” He put his hands on his hips and completely ignored the man standing next to him. “It's about time.”

“Riley, who is this?” Luke asked as he stared at Chris.

“I'm her boyfriend,” Chris answered. He stood a little taller and flexed the strong arms that rested on his hips. Chris was well over six-foot-tall with looks that could get him any girl he wanted. If it weren't for his distant personality and inability to excite me in bed, he would have been the perfect boyfriend.

“Ex-boyfriend,” I corrected him. “Why are you here?”

“I'm here for you,” he stated as if it were obvious.

“We broke up, remember that conversation?” I was getting mad. “You need to leave.”

“I thought you were kidding.” He took a step forward causing me to step further into Luke. “And who the hell is this loser?”

“I'm Luke.” He took a step forward leaving only inches between him and Chris. “I'm the one who's going to kick your ass if you don't get the hell out of my girlfriend's apartment.”

I saw Hannah's jaw drop at the word girlfriend, and Chris's jaw tense up.

“Get your shit and leave.”

Chris glared at him and then at me. He grabbed a bag that I hadn't noticed was by the front door and took two steps toward it. He turned back before grabbing the knob.

“You'll come crawling back, you bitch. You always do.”

Before he could turn around, Luke's fist connected with his jaw slamming him back into the wall. He reached and opened the door, grabbed a fistful of Chris's shirt and thrust him outside. He stood in the frame watching as Chris stumbled to gain his footing.

“Don't fucking come back,” he growled before slamming the door. “She's mine now.”

He took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair before turning around to find me and Hannah watching him with our mouths gaping open.

“What?” He shrugged. “You asked him to leave. He didn't. So I gave him a little nudge.”

He walked toward me and lifted my chin with his finger. Running the tip of his thumb over my bottom lip, he leaned down leaving less than an inch between us.

“And you are mine now. I thought he should know.”

“Well, hot damn!” Hannah was fanning herself as she watched us. “Trey needs to hurry and get over here before I jump on both of you.”

“Hannah!” I shrieked.

“What? Do you not hear what he's saying to you and how he's looking at you?” She turned and made her way back to her bedroom. “Damn.”

I laughed at my best friend but kept my eyes on my tattooed prince. “I'm sorry about all of that. Are you mad?”
“I hadn't planned on punching anyone today, but no I'm not mad.” He brushed some loose hair behind my shoulders and quickly kissed my lips. I leaned into him and let his arms hold me into his chest.

“He is an ex, right?”

“Yes, definitely an ex.” I jumped back when the front door opened again.

“What's up guys?” Trey walked in and slapped Luke on the back.

“Hannah's in her room.” I laughed. “I think she's waiting on you.”

“Grab your stuff.” He turned me in his arms and began walking us toward my room. “Let's go back to my office so I can work and you can study.”
“Are you sure?” I questioned. “You don't have to babysit me. I can handle it if he comes back.”

“I want you with me,” he stated. “That jackass better hope he never comes back. I'll do more than tap his jaw.”

I shook my head and laughed as I processed what just happened. Hopefully Chris never showed back up. He was pretty harmless, more annoying than anything. I closed the door to my bedroom before I realized how messy it was. I never made my bed so my dark gray comforter was pulled back exposing the wrinkled white sheets. Clothes were thrown everywhere and papers were scattered over my small black desk.

“I would tell you my room is usually clean, but...” I grabbed a few books and my laptop and stuffed them into my backpack. “It's not.”

He laughed as he looked around and focused in on some of the pictures framed on the white walls.

“I was planning on taking a shower.” I looked down at the baggy clothes. “Do you have time to wait?”

“Why?” he pulled me into his arms. “I like you in my clothes.”

“Smelly isn't sexy.” I laughed. “I'll hurry, I promise.”

He smiled when I quickly kissed him and ran into the small bathroom that was connected to my room. I showered, shaved the necessary places, dried my hair, and applied a light layer of makeup in record time. I peeked back into the room to see that he was gone and took the chance to jump over to my closet and get dressed. I decided on a blue sweater, dark skinny jeans, and tall brown boots. When I walked out of the closet, he was leaning on the edge of my bed looking at his phone.

“Hey.” I grabbed my phone charger off the desk and added it to my backpack.

“Hey.” He looked up and sucked in a breath.

I was starting to wrap a thin scarf around my neck when he took a few steps and grabbed the material.

“I like to see your neck.” He leaned down and kissed the skin below my ear as he threw the scarf back into my closet.

My face burned a new shade of red as he made a trail of kisses toward my collarbone.

“I like when you blush too.”

I leaned back and laughed. “You can't even see my face.”
“I can feel the heat from your cheeks.” He kissed me one more time before standing back and grabbing my bag from the ground. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, thanks for waiting.” I smiled and felt my cheeks return to their normal color.

“Well, we couldn't have you smelly, could we?” He laughed as we walked out of the apartment and down to his bike.

We spent the rest of the afternoon in his office down at the bar with him at his desk on the computer and me sitting on an old brown leather couch with my laptop. I noticed that his phone vibrated a few times and each time he looked at the screen but never replied to whoever was sending him messages. I could feel my brain expanding to the sides of my skull and was about to stop for the day when he stood up from his desk and plopped down on the couch next to me. He looked through his phone while I powered down my computer and packed everything back in my bag.

“Are you done?” he asked.

“Yep,” I answered. “I can't read anymore today.”

“Good.” He had a sweet smile on his face as he stood up and pulled me to my feet. “I was hoping I could take you on an actual date tonight.”

“Weren't you supposed to do that before you saw me naked?” I laughed as his mouth dropped open. I reached up and kissed him on his bottom lip. “We're a little past the first date phase.”

“Touché.” He regained his composure and put his hand on the back of my neck. “I guess I better up my game a little bit. Will you go on a date with me?”

“Yes.” I smiled. “I would love too.”

He parked in front of a steakhouse that I had only heard about through some co-workers at my internship. We walked in holding hands and once the hostess saw Luke, she led us back to a private area where a table for two was set up. I knew he was watching me as I took my seat, and I suddenly felt self-conscious.

“I don't think I'm dressed up enough for this place.” I looked across the table.

“You look beautiful.” He reached over and grabbed my hand.

I smiled as I took in the man before me. He was wearing dark jeans and a black button up shirt that covered every tattoo that I realized I was starting to really like. His short hair was gelled and styled as if he were in a hurry. He was watching me with those deep green eyes that seemed to peer into the deepest part of me I never even let Chris get to. What was this man doing to me? I barely knew him yet I felt closer to him than anyone else in my life.

“What are you thinking?” he asked after the waiter poured water into both of our glasses.

“Honestly?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Isn't that how this works?” he challenged.

I thought about that for a second before answering. “Okay. I was thinking I hardly know you but for some reason I feel like I've known you my entire life.”

He watched me for a moment before responding. “I feel the same way. You've changed my entire view on life, and I don't even know how old you are. Or your last name.”

“I'm twenty-three.” I smiled and raised my eyebrows. “My full name is Riley Nicole Scott.”

“Luke Ryan Green.”

“What else?” I asked after the waiter left a basket of bread and took our order.

“Everything,” he answered.

“Hmmm, okay,” I started. “I'll go,
then you go.”

“That works.”

“I grew up about an hour from here in a small town. I'm still close to my parents, who are still married, and I was prom queen.”

He smiled when I stopped talking. “Okay, I grew up a few minutes from the bar. My parents divorced when I was in middle school, and I lived with my dad growing up. My mom lives in New York now, but we're still close. I wasn't prom queen.”

I laughed as he finished and thought of what else to say. “I'm an only child.”

“I have two sisters.
Mel, who you met, and Jill. She lives in Dallas.”

“Mel is an accountant?” I asked.

“How'd you know that?” He narrowed his eyes and smiled.

“We talked while you were in the office the other night.”

“I thought you didn't remember anything?”

“Bits and pieces have come back to me.” I shrugged. “I don't remember asking to come up to your apartment, but I do remember everything I talked to her about.”

“She likes to talk,” he said before taking a drink of water.

I laughed when the food came and ended that part of the conversation. We began eating the steak and chicken we had ordered.

“I dated Chris for three years,” I shared as we finished a piece of chocolate cake. “I honestly can't even tell you why. The smartest decision I ever made was leaving him a few weeks ago. I'm not surprised he showed up today, but I would be surprised if he ever shows up again.”

“Three years?” He let that sink in for a few minutes before continuing. “I've never had a relationship that lasted more than a week. I've never wanted one before I met you.”

It was my turn to sit back and let some information sink in. I was surprised that he was so honest with me, but I appreciated every word he said. It reassured me that the man sitting before me was in this for the same reasons I was.