Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology (22 page)

Fuck that!

I take in a deep breath and lift my hands. I shove him through the front door with all I have. He lands on his ass on the front porch, not expecting that.

              “You fucking bitch,” he growls, standing up and dusting himself off.

I smile. “Finally you call me by a name I don’t mind.”
God, it feels so good to stand up for myself. There’s nothing else in the world like it.

              “You’re going to regret this,” he sneers.

I ignore his threat
. “Don’t come back around Rodger. We’re done!”

I slam the door
, lock it, and go back to my bedroom. I yank my dress up and over my head. I need a long hot shower. I had just placed it on my bed and turn to walk into the bathroom when a noise stops me.

             
My doorbell rings... I fist my hands down by my sides. I swear the guy can’t take a hint. Without bothering to put clothes back on. I make my way back down the stairs and swing the door open. “I said to leave!” I shout.

             
There standing on my front porch stands the only
other
guy I don’t want to see—Dash! How does he know where I live?

             
His grayish eyes look me up and down before a smirk appears on his lips. He takes a step into my house, and I take a step back trying to keep my distance. He reaches up and closes the door once he’s inside.

             
“You know,” he says taking another step toward me. “You shouldn’t answer the door half naked and expect someone to leave.” He licks his lips and I wrap my arms around myself. He chuckles. “It’s nothing I haven’t already seen, sweetheart.”

             
My blood continues to boil. “Leave.” I point to the door.

             
He shakes his head. “Not until I’m done with you,” he says matter-of-fact.

             
“Well you can’t have me,” I shoot back.

             
I go to take another step back but I hit the wall. He’s on me before I can even step around him. One hand tangles in my hair and the other is on my face. His lips attack mine, and he shoves his tongue down my throat.

             
I’m able to place my hands on his chest and shove him away enough for me to take in a few deep breaths. “I’m so fucking tired of this bullshit game that you guys play,” I shout losing my patience.

             
He stands there looking at me with concern on his face as if I’m about to have a breakdown. “What bullshit? What game?” he asks cautiously.

             
“I mean the one where I act all submissive. The one where you guys demand that I be yours. And only yours. The one where I do things that make me hate myself to make you happy. And let’s face it, that’s not fucking possible!” I ramble as my arms wave around in the air.

             
He takes a step toward me, and I raise my hands to stop him. “Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says softly. “But let’s sit down and talk about it. Okay?”

             
I let out a sigh and shake my head. “Please. Just leave,” I say running out of air.

             
He turns around and looks down to the floor, and he stops once he sees the picture frame and broken glass on the tiled floor that I had thrown at Rodger. “What happened before I got here?” he asks spinning back around to face me.

             
“Nothing,” I snap. It’s none of his business. “I don’t know why you act like you care anyways. There’s nothing going on between us.”

             
As soon as the words are out of my mouth his lips are on mine once again. I lift my hands to shove him back, but he captures my wrists and pins them behind my back. All it does it push me closer to his body and the feel of him so close to me has me surrendering. I want a distraction from Rodger.

I allow his tongue to stroke mine
, and I even find myself wanting more when he finally pulls away.

             
“Can you tell me that was nothing?” he asks breathlessly against my lips.

             
I place my head down as I gather my thoughts. “What we’re doing is wrong. I don’t even know you.”

             
He releases my wrists and places his hand under my chin to look up at him. “Nothing we’re doing is wrong, darling. And I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” He smiles at me, and I can’t help but smile back. “Now. Please tell me what happened. Why are you so upset and why is there a broken picture frame on the floor?”

             
I shake my head. “It’s nothing you need to worry about.”

             
He reaches up pushing a strand of dark hair behind my ear. “Let me in, Tabatha. Was
he
here? Did he do something to you?” His eyes start to roam my exposed body.

             
I let out a sigh. “Yes. He came by. No he didn’t do anything.”

             
His jaw tightens as he looks away from me and over to my stairs. “Is your bedroom upstairs?” he asks, and I nod slowly trying to figure out what he’s thinking. It can’t be sex at the moment.

             
He looks down at me placing his hands on both side of my face. “Go upstairs put some clothes on and pack a couple changes of clothes.”

             
“Why?” I ask confused.

             
“Because I’m taking you to my house for a couple of days. I want you to be somewhere you are safe. And this place isn’t it.”

             
I want to tell him no. That Rodger isn’t the type to hurt me. But he has before. Mentally and physically. He uses words as if they were his hands. Making each one bring physical pain. And when his words weren’t enough, he would get rough with me. He never slapped me or hit me but he would grab ahold of me so tightly that he would leave bruises on my arms or my hips.

             
“Okay,” I say before turning away from him and heading to my room.

CHAPTER TEN

DASH

             
I needed her out of her house. She obviously wasn’t safe there. And no matter how strong she thinks she is, no woman can fight off a man who is determined. Especially one who is fighting to get her back. She was right when she said I didn’t know her. But I know less about this Rodger guy than her, and yet I feel like she wasn’t being completely honest when she said he didn’t hurt her. At the restaurant she told me he had made her weak. As far as I can tell she’s not a weak person. So in order for him to have made her that way he had to have cut her down. Made her feel like she needed him to survive.

             
I pull into my driveway and get out of my car. I go to open up the passenger car door for her, but she’s already climbing out so I make my way to the trunk to grab her bag.

             
“This is your place?” she asks with a smile.

             
“Yes. Why do you seem happy about that?” I watch as she walks up the steps with a smile on her face as she looks around. Her dark hair is pulled up in a loose bun and her fat white sunglasses cover up most of her beautiful face. Her light gray tank top hangs off one shoulder showing off her simple black bra. She has a pair of white shorts on that make my hands twitch. I just wanna run them all over her skin. Feel every inch of her. She’s absolutely stunning and doesn’t even realize it. She doesn’t have to try to be seen or to stand out. She just does!

             
I don’t know what it is that I feel exactly for her beside lust. But something else is there. I’m not saying I love her or that I want to run off and get married tomorrow. But I do want us to spend a couple of days in my bed and get to know each other better.

             
She lets out a laugh getting my attention. “Because I knew the place you had your party at was your parents’ house,” she says, sounding proud that she was right.

             
I nod my head. “You are correct, darling.”

             
“Speaking of that party…?” she says shyly, and I know what she’s thinking. She’s wanting to know if I watched her climb the tree before she jumped over the fence. And the answer would be yes. I woke up and searched the entire house for her. When she was nowhere in sight, I went and checked the security system. Sure enough, she had snuck out. It was cute to watch how determined she was to get away though. And that’s what made me want her again. She doesn’t know me either, but she’s about to find out just how determined of a man I can be.

             
I reach out and grab her hand. “Yes, I watched you escape,” I say with a cocky smile.

             
“Escape? You make it sound like I was a prisoner,” she says with a laugh. “And what about you having my panties in your pants the next day?” she asks arching an eyebrows.

             
I smile. “A gentleman doesn’t tell.”

             
“A gentleman doesn’t carry around women’s underwear in his pocket.”

             
I had found them underneath my parents’ bed and placed them in my pocket. After spending time looking for her in the house, I ended up running late to my meeting with her dad. So I had just thrown them in my pocket. You couldn’t even imagine my surprise when I saw her walk into her dad’s office wearing my shirt. I wanted to bend her over her father’s desk and take her right then and there once again.

             
“Well, you shouldn’t have left in such a hurry that morning. I was really looking forward to morning sex.” I wink over at her before I unlock the front door and allow her to enter before me.

             
“I was still trying to remember where I was and who the hell you were,” she says truthfully, and I chuckle.

             
“So just how much do you remember from that night?” I ask dropping her bag to the floor in the entryway.

             
She gives me a sexy smile as she pushes her white glasses to the top of her head. “Some parts are still fuzzy.” I have a feeling she’s playing with me but I’ll play along.

             
I walk up to her and place my hands on her hips. “Then let me remind you, sweetheart.” I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around me.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

TABATHA

He carries me to his room as I kiss him deeply. Placing my hands in his hair I yank hard, and he moans into my mouth. He doesn’t bother shutting his door as we fall onto the bed. I get a glimpse of the huge bay windows to the right of me and smile when I see all the trees behind his house. It’s as if there’s a forest in his backyard.

He gets my attention as he pulls his shirt up over his head, revealing his hard chest. I sit up and run my hands over it. He reaches up and grabs my hair. I smile when he pulls my hair out of my bun.

“I wanna be able to pull on this,” he growls placing his hand in my hair.

              I reach out and undo his pants as his fingers massage my head. “Whatever you want,” I find myself saying as I release his hard cock from behind his pants and boxers. The hardness, yet softness, of his skin has my thighs clenching and my breaths coming quicker. I need to feel him on me, in me.

             
He pulls on my hair to get me to look up at him. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

             
“I mean everything I say.” My scalp prickles, and my body breaks out in goosebumps as his hands tighten in my hair. I inhale sharply, and my hand tightens around his cock.

             
Before I can take another breath he bends down and places his lips on mine. I open up and let him have control. Even though Rodger was a control freak, it doesn’t bother me to allow Dash that same control. I want him to take me, make me his. It’s not degrading, it’s exhilarating.

             
He pulls away quickly, and it leaves me panting for more. His hands fall out of my hair and they land on my chest. He roughly pushes me back onto the bed before he pulls my jeans down my legs and tosses them to the side.

             
He reaches down and grabs my legs as he continues to stand at the end of the bed. He doesn’t even bother checking to see if I’m wet, he knows better. I take in a deep breath and arch my back as he slowly enters me.

             
He takes his time working in and out of me, stretching me. “I’m gonna take my time with you tonight, baby.”

             
I whimper. “Please.”

             
His hands land on my thighs, and he slowly runs them down the sides of my legs until he reaches my ankles. He spreads them out wide, allowing me to feel every move he makes. “Begging won’t get you anywhere with me,” he says moving his hips back and forth. “You’re going to remember every little fucking thing this time.”