Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology (17 page)

It makes my mouth water.

She has her dark hair pulled up in a high ponytail and her lips are the

color
of a cherry sucker. You can tell she has makeup on, but it’s not overdone. Honestly, she looks like she just rolled out of bed and said fuck it! It’s hot as hell and sexy as fuck!

             
She walks in like she fucking owns the place—head held high and shoulders back. Her hips sway as she walks in her ‘bend me over the counter and fuck me’ heels. She holds up a red cup in her right hand and shakes it. Her beautiful red lips frown when all you hear is the sound of ice clanking together. Her light brown eyes looks around, and she smiles when she sees the alcohol displayed on the counter as if she’s at a buffet. She goes to fix herself a new drink when my friend Brandon walks in and notices her.

             
“Hey sexy,” he says walking up behind her.

             
She turns and gives him a look from hell that only turns me on more. “Go away,” she sneers.

             
I chuckle as he turns and walks off rejected. Feisty. I like that in a woman!

             
“What’s wrong with her?” Blake asks turning back to Jackie.

             
She sighs. “She just broke up with her boyfriend.”

             
I smile. Bitches who are recently single are the best. They’re looking for payback—and I’m willing to be that for her tonight. Big sacrifice on my part, I know. But what can I say? I’m a gentleman.

             
I stand back and watch her fight with the gin bottle for a few seconds before I make my way over to her. “Need some help?”

             
She looks over at me. Being this close to her, I get a better look at her eyes. They have a golden hue to them. Her beautiful eyes hold mine for a few seconds before she looks me up and down with a straight face. She huffs as she hands me the bottle as if just that act of defeat was intolerable.

             
“Here you go, sweetheart,” I say handing it back to her.

             
She stands up to full height but even with her heels she still has to look up to me. “Listen. I’m not here to be someone’s
sweetheart.
If that is your plan for the night then keep looking.” And with that she spins around and walks back out of the kitchen.

             
“Sorry,” Jackie says, coming over to me as she holds hands with Blake. “I had already made her a few drinks. The ex keeps blowing up her phone. Think she plans on getting wasted.”

             
I rub my hands together. No need for her to apologize. I think I can handle a woman who has an attitude. “No problem. But I’m telling you right now, she’s not leaving this house wasted.” I understand how bad breakups can go, but I won’t allow her to leave this house. The possibility of her getting in a wreck is too big; I’ve put myself in danger daily but that’s my life. Others, I care about.

             
She gives me a big smile as she lifts a set of car keys. “I’ve got her car keys.”

             
Blake reaches up and snatches them out of her hand. “Now I have them. I’m not letting you drive either, baby,” he coos before he leans down and captures her lips with his.

             
I chuckle as I turn around and leave the kitchen in search for Tabatha.

CHAPTER FIVE

TABATHA

I open my eyes and moan at the bright light that assaults my sensitive eyes. I close them and place a hand over my face. I have a pounding headache in need of some Advil. Slowly I rub my temples as I take in a deep breath.

        I open my eyes slowly this time and
glance around the room I’m in. I don’t recognize anything—from the cream walls to the immaculate clean tan furniture and spotless wood floors. Seriously, I could eat off of them. I’m sure as hell not in my bedroom. Did Jackie and I not go home last night?

       
Beside me, I hear a faint sound of snoring. My head snaps to the left, and I wince from the sudden movement. But my breath catches and my heart pounds in my chest when I see the back of a head covered in brown hair that’s a little longer than what I’m used to on a man. I quickly lift the sheets and look down at myself. I’m naked.

        “Shit
,” I say a little too loud making the dark-haired man stir beside me.

       
What the hell did I do last night?

        Last thing I remember was Jackie coming into my bedroom and telling me to get ready. I had a few hours before we had to be at Blake’s party. Then I started drinking while getting ready. Rodger wouldn’t leave me alone. She finally dragged me out of the house as she complained how late we were.

              I have to get out of here!

              I take a quick look around the room to locate my clothes.

I spot my skinny jeans wadded up over in the far corner. They aren’t hard to
pinpoint since they are the only thing lying on this bedroom floor.

          I throw the covers off and run over to them. I pull them up not caring about my underwear. Those babies are too fucking small to even look for.

I place my hand over my breasts looking for my bra—where is that at?

  I spin around and spot my shirt tossed behind the couch. Who has a couch in their bedroom? I snatch it up and start to put in on when I notice that it has been ripped.

That motherfucker.

I smile to myself. At the time, I probably liked his enthusiasm. Now, not so much. I spot a man’s t-shirt on the floor underneath the desk. I see
Dash
written across the back with a number
23
placed underneath it. 

       
              What does that mean? He runs marathons or something? That’s the only shirt I see, so I grab it and put it on.

              Grabbing my purse from the other side of the room along with my heels, I step out without waking him or leaving a note.

              Seriously what would it say?

  Thanks for a night I can’t remember and for losing my favorite pair of panties? Oh, and when you find my bra, can you please return it?

              No, that’s just tacky. It’s bad enough I woke up in bed with the man. And let me set the record straight—this sort of thing has not happened in a long time.

I mean yeah, I like sex as much as the next girl and have had a couple of one
-night stands before Rodger. I at least knew those men, though. It just happened once, therefore one-night stand.

But I don’t make it a point to sleep with random men I don’t know at parties. That’s how girls end up with a disease or worse, dead or missing. So I’m just gonna chalk it up to a lapse of judgment and alcohol
-induced horniness.

              It’s totally a thing. Plus, I just went through a breakup. Doesn’t that allow me one night of craziness?

              Slowly and quietly I make my way through this mansion as I try to do the walk of shame without being seen.

Long ass hallways with expensive artifacts hanging from the walls make me think this guy does not own this house. He looked way too young. His parents probably own this and he lives with them.

I roll my eyes. I always find the ones who need their mommy and daddy to support their asses.

 
              That’s why his room is so clean. I bet his parents are out of town for business, and he had the maid come and clean so he could throw a party. That’s what I would do. And by looking at the beer cans and empty liquor bottles covering the floor, I would say that is probably what happened.

I turn down another hallway and walk past several shut doors. I can hear movement behind the last door I come up on.

          “That feels so good,” a woman’s voice says softly. “Right there,” she moans.

I come t
o a stop and stare at a soft yellow painted door.
Please don’t be Jackie
. She has to be here somewhere, right? And that could easily be her horny ass.

“You like that, Val?”
a man’s deep voice says next, and I release a sigh of relief. Not Jackie. “What are you?” he demands, his voice rising.

“I’m your bitch
,” she hollers out in a high pitch voice.

  I cover my hand over my mouth trying not to laugh.

              “I’m your bitch, baby,” she repeats.

  Okay so the
bitch
is totally into her role, but he’s not buying it.

“You can do better. Now. Tell
Daddy what you are.” I hear a slapping noise followed by a moan. And I can only guess it’s his hand hitting her ass.

“I’m your little fuck toy
,” she calls out. “Fuck me. Use me,” she continues.

  I roll my eyes and walk away from the door.

Yeah, I don’t need to know all the ways he feels he needs to degrade her. That’s what Rodger did to me. Made me feel degraded. Made me do things that I wouldn’t have normally done before him. I have more self-respect for myself now.

“Right
,” I mumble to myself.
This coming from the girl who had a one-night stand with a stranger.
I shake my head at myself.

 
              “Thank God,” I whisper harshly when I finally make it to the front door. I let out a sigh of relief that instantly turns to fear when I walk outside and don’t see my car.

I see a black Bentley, a red Ferrari, a
yellow Porsche, and a couple of sport bikes. Yep, none of those are my white BMW.

Looking down and digging through my purse I locate my cell phone. Pulling it out, I thank the Lord that it’s not dead. I also cuss out loud when I notice I have three missed calls from the ex himself. I ignore them and call Jackie. The one who left my ass here. In my car. The bitch!

I impatiently tap my foot as I squeeze my eyes shut waiting for her to answer. Damn headache!

“Hello?”
she sleepily answers on the third ring.

“Wake your hung-over ass up and come get me
,” I demand looking around to make sure no one is gonna walk out of the house and see me.

“Where are you?” she asks sounding more awake.

“Wherever you left my ass at last night,” I snap.

She groans. “I’m coming.”

“Hurry your ass up,” I say before hanging up the phone.

I make my way down the stone steps and white stucco pillars. I walk past the cars in the circle drive and continue to walk down the long driveway.

             
I’m going to kill her!

 
              Why would she leave me? We never leave one another behind.

  
              As I start to come to the end of the long paved driveway, I stop and try to look through my purse for my sunglasses.

“Shit
,” I cuss when I realize they are not in there. I remember having them while driving to the party last night. They must be in my car.

 
              I huff, throw my purse back over my shoulder, and squint trying to block the hot sun that is just intensifying my annoying headache.

I come to the end of the driveway and see a tall,
wrought iron gated entrance.

Well this can’t be good.

I come up to it and look for a button that I can push, but the only button I see is on the opposite side sitting in front of a guard shack.

Hmm well, so much for the Lord being on my side this morning. I start to look around to make sure I didn’t miss something to help open it from this side. I could go back and try to see if there is a gate opener in one of those cars.

              I turn around but stop before I can take a step. I really don’t want to go back there and set off a car alarm. I’m trying to get out of here unseen. And what are the odds of them being unlocked? Not likely!

             
I look around once again to see if I can find another way out. When I come up with nothing on this side to help me with, I decide the best thing I can do is climb and jump over the fence. It seems to run the full length of the property. It’s not like I can just walk a few feet down and walk off their property.

I shake my head at myself. I am too hung-over for this bullshit. I squeeze my eyes shut and rub my hand over my throbbing forehead. Why did I have to drink so much last night? Everyone knows that alcohol is only a temporary fix. The morning after all you are left with is a bad ass headache. You’re still gonna remember the heartache and betrayal.