Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology (23 page)

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“How did you know where I lived?” I ask lying beside him, completely spent and naked. After we had our first round he finally took the time to shed all of his clothes. But let’s just say he wasn’t as in control the second time. He let me take charge and I like that.

             
“You told me that first night. You really don’t remember some things, huh?” he asks chuckling.

             
I shake my head. “Thank God you aren’t a serial killer,” I say seriously.

             
He laughs harder. “You had turned your phone on after our last game of pool and put my number in it, but you wouldn’t give me yours.” He smiles. “You were going to leave the party with Blake and Jackie but then decided to stay with me.”

             
Hmm. Everything makes sense now. “So what made me decide to stay?”

             
“I guess it was my charm,” he says with a smile, and I laugh.

             
“Guess so,” I agree before I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth of his body against mine.

             
“So tell me something about yourself,” I say after a few silent minutes.

             
“My name is Erik Dashling,” he says, and I let out a little laugh. I at least know that much. “I go by Dash. Because I hate the name Erik and the name Dashling makes me sound like a fucking pussy.”

             
“No it doesn’t.” I playfully slap his hard muscular chest. “I like it.”

             
He looks over to me with a serious look. “You would.” He then looks back up to the ceiling. “I’m twenty-two. An only child.” He smiles. “I have a tendency to do my own thing, which has gotten me in trouble more times than I can count.”

             
“What kind of trouble?” I ask.

             
“The kind that gets you put behind bars,” he says with no shame.

             
I sit up and look down at him with my eyebrows raised. “What kind of trouble do you get into?” I ask wondering if my father knows this. He takes his team and drivers very seriously. I mean, it’s his life.

             
He smiles as if he’s reading my mind. “Nothing too bad. I’m a little reckless I guess you could say.”

             
I let out a breath as I lie back down beside him. “That’s nothing.”

             
He turns onto his side and places a hand under his head to prop it up. “Really? You make it sound like you’ve been a little reckless as well.”

             
“No. It just wasn’t as bad as I was thinking,” I say with a smile. He reaches up and pushes my hair off my face. “You make me feel reckless,” I confess.

             
He frowns. “How so?”

             
I try to shrug it off, hating that it even slipped out. I go to roll over but he gets up and straddles me, pinning me to the mattress. “Tell me,” he whispers, leaning over.

             
“I feel like we’re breaking all the rules.” My dad wouldn’t allow this to happen, and he sure as hell would kick Dash off the team if he knew.

             
“We are,” he says placing a kiss on my neck. I arch back giving him easier access. “That’s what makes it so much fun.”

             
I try to ignore the feeling that tells me this won’t last much longer. “Well at least when it’s over you will still be able to race.” But I will still see him.

He pulls away and looks down at me with a frown. “What are you worrying about? What did you mean by ‘when it’s over’?”

              I shake my head, not wanting to tell him, but he is persistent. “Please. Don’t be afraid to tell me anything.”

             
I let out a sigh. “My dad…”

             
“I’m not worried about your dad. Will he threaten to kick me off of the team? Probably. But will he? No. He was right when he said I’m the best at what I do. And I will prove that to him. I’m valuable to him just as you are valuable to me,” he states.

             
I smile at his words. “You wanna keep me around, huh?” I ask with a playful smile.

             
“More than you know,” he says before he gets a big smile on his beautiful face. “Let me take you for a ride.”

             
I laugh. “That’s the corniest thing I’ve ever heard,” I say as I lift my hips, rubbing myself against him.

             
He chuckles. “No, I really wanna take you for a ride. On my bike.”

             
I lift my head up enough to look at his clock sitting on his night stand. “It’s four thirty in the morning,” I say with a frown.

             
“And?” he asks arching a dark eyebrow.

             
“Where would we go?”

             
He leans down and places his lips on my neck. “You’re right,” he whispers against my skin. “We can go later.” With that I smile and allow him to take me on the kind of ride that I had in mind.

EPILOGUE

              RODGER

             
Done!

              I smile after reading the text message. I once again hide in plain sight as I sit at the track. I watch Tabatha and that fucking idiot Erik Dashling speak to her father. His mouth continues to move as he gestures to the black motorcycle parked in front of him. He’s been at it all day. Trying to figure out what the bikes needs in order for him to be Mr. Knight’s newest addition to the team. I don’t know what Johnny sees in the motherfucker! The guy is a legend. He has hundreds of men lined up to race for him and he picks up this sorry bastard.

             
Tabatha and I have been broke up for a little over a week now, and I’m tired of begging her to come back to me. She will fucking learn to listen to me. I could have killed her when I watched her with Dash the first night she met him. Batting her eyelashes and sticking her ass in his face while she kept pressing ignore every time I called, eventually just turning her phone off. She had no fucking clue I was even there at his party—but she only had eyes for him. I even got me some action that night and the next morning. The bitch was too hung-over to even know it was me fucking Valerie the following morning.

             
I was so pissed at her that I almost just said fuck it. But my dad had found out about her night with Erik and said it made me look like a fool. A failure. Made me look like my woman was going around town cheating on me. How would that make a future senator look? Especially since our breakup hadn’t gone public yet. He told me to get my shit together and do what a man needed to do!

             
In order to do that I had to allow them some time together. Tabatha was hard to crack the first time. But my father had never been prouder to see me take such a strong woman and make her fully submit to me. My dad once told me that my mother was nothing like that for him. She came from poverty. All my dad had to do was throw money at her and pamper her and she did whatever he wanted. Still does. I knew I was going to need leverage with Tabatha. And Dash is going to be that leverage.

             
She gets my attention as she hands him his helmet. He places it on before jumping back on the bike. The bike roars to life and he takes off down the track. She turns to her father and smiles brightly at him and I fist my hands down by sides. She looks so happy. It’s annoying. A woman like her needs to be kept under a man’s thumb. She’s beautiful, I’ll give her that, but women who know that are selfish and demanding. They need to be reminded that they need a man to survive. And I’m that man for her.

             
My eyes narrow as I see the shirt she has on. Written across the front is DASH in silver letters. It looks like she bought some glitter and made the damn thing herself. Things may be getting more serious with them than I thought. Good thing I had a very good reason for coming out to this track today. And that text message I got guarantees she will be crawling back to me. Just like I told her she would. Damn, I love being right!

I can just see the
Breaking News Report
while I lie in bed later tonight—
Track incident...
I’m not stupid. I can’t kill anyone. Then what leverage will I have? But every time she fights me, I will make someone suffer. And she will suffer as well.

                                               
 
The end

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Shantel is a Texas born girl who now lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma with her high school sweetheart, who is a wonderful, supportive husband and their four year old little princess. She loves to spend time cuddled up on the couch with a good book.

She is the Amazon Bestselling author of the Undescribable series and is currently working on her fourth book Unforgettable, which is set to release September 23
rd
. She considers herself extremely lucky to get to be a stay at home wife and mother. Going to concerts and the movies are just a few of her favorite things to do. She hates coffee, but loves wine. She and her husband are both huge football fans, college and NFL. And she has to feed her high heel addiction by shopping for shoes weekly.

Although she has a passion to write, her family is most important to her. She loves spending evenings at home with her husband and daughter, along with their cat and dog.

Acknowledgments

First I would like to thank Jenny Sims, my wonderful editor. I love you to pieces, girl. Thank you for all the help. I truly appreciate it.

I want to thank, Jenni Moen for making me such a beautiful cover. Love you woman and thanks again.

I want to thank my wonderful blogger and best friend Casey Peeler over at Hardcover Therapy. You have been with me since the start and I would be lost without you. I love you so much and thanks for always being there for me.

So many blogs were are involved in this anthology and I want to thank all of you.

I have met some amazing authors that are in this anthology with me such as, Abigail Lee, Casey Peeler, Kasey Millstead, Morgan Jane, Nina Levine, Vicki Green, Dee Avila, and Rebecca Brooke. I want to thank you lovely ladies for this wonderful opportunity. Love you all