Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology (25 page)

“Cheers,” Betsy says with a huge smile on her face.

I look at her, grab my shot and clink the glass against hers. My eyes move back to him, watching his every move, as I down the shot.

“Damn, he’s fucking fine,” Betsy says, and I look at her quickly and frown. “No worries. Not my type. Doesn’t mean I can’t look.”

“I need a smoke,” I tell her as I rise from the stool and turn to go outside.

“I thought you quit that nasty habit?” She frowns.

“Only when I drink, darlin’, only when I drink.” I get up from my stool, feeling the alcohol hit me a little and walk outside. The fresh air blows my long blonde hair away from my face. I walk down the porch, grab my smokes from my pocket, take one out and light it. I take a deep drag and blow out the smoke, watching it blow away in the breeze. My head turns when I hear the front door open and two biker guys walk out, lighting up cigarettes and looking my way. One guy’s pretty cute, but not hot by any means.

“Hey, girlie.” His eyes look up and down my body, making me feel a little self-conscious, but I raise my head up and square my shoulders. “What’s a fine looking woman like yourself hanging out in a low life bar like this?”

I roll my eyes as I take another drag and give him a huff. “Humph! Is that the best line you got, dude? I’ve heard better. Much better.”

He walks over to me, thinking he’s all kids of sexy and runs his finger up the side of my face. “Oh! I have tons of lines, lady. Wanna hear ‘em?”

“Leave her alone, asshole,” a growl comes from behind us. My eyes shift over to the sound and see the hot bartender standing there. His hands coiled up into fists by his side and a snarl on his lips. “I ain’t gonna tell ya twice.” The biker dude looks at me, licks his lips, and then turns away. He and his buddy walk down the steps and I watch as they get on their bikes, rev them up, and ride out of the lot. “You should be more careful. It’s not all fun and games here, Toots, you can get hurt.” My eyes snap over to him. I throw my butt out onto the gravel and smirk.

“Names not Toots, sexy. It’s Kallie.”

He stops. His head turns to me, and he gives me no facial expression then walks inside. My heart is beating a mile a minute from the biker dude, but more from the look of Mr. Hottie, and I start to walk towards the door when Betsy comes barreling out. She grabs my upper arm and starts pulling me down the steps. “Time to go! Bad fight just broke out and it doesn’t look good.”

We barely make it down the last step when a guy comes flying out, landing on the gravel beside us with a thump. I look down, and then back at the front door. Betsy about pulls my arm out of the socket as she continues to pull it, and I see Mr. Hottie himself running out the door, chest heaving and eyes looking down at the dude lying on the gravel. By the time Betsy pulls me to my car door, he looks up and straight into my eyes. My mouth opens when I notice a line of blood running down the same side of his face as his bruised cheek and then Betsy is pushing me into the car. “Get in, now!”

I slide into the seat. My head still turned towards the front door. I swear he nods at me before he turns around and goes back inside. I start the car, backing it up quickly, and head out of the lot and onto the road. “Well, I hope that was enough excitement for you, for a while.” My eyes look in the rearview mirror, and I sigh. Not nearly enough.

Chapter Two

“The freakin’ place had the shit beat outta it tonight, huh, fellas?” Charley says while sweeping up glass off the floor from the front door then sighs. “Another door to replace.”

Joe looks over from cleaning tables and hollers back, “I’ll get it tomorrow.”

She looks at me as I clean behind the bar and smirks. “You should have that cut tended to. Might need stitches. Good fighting tonight, Steele. Appreciate the help.”

I just give her a smirk back and wipe some blood off my face with the back of my hand. “I’ve had worse.” I finished cleaning up, and she tells me to go home. Home. I’ve never known a place called ‘home’, just a place to crash. I’m exhausted by the time I get there and take a shower, but Charley was right. The cut over my eyebrow does need a couple of stitches. I get out the small sewing kit from my backpack, hold the needle over my cigarette lighter and then stitch it up while looking in the mirror in the bathroom. I wince a couple of times, not like I haven’t had stitches before, actually several times. When done, I just stare in the mirror. Another scar. Oh, well, makes me look even tougher.

I climb into bed, resting my head on my arm underneath it and stare at the ceiling. Kallie. She’s a tough chick, seems smart and sexy as fuck. Wonder why she chose the Sage Bar to come to tonight? She seems like a ritzy chick, sports car, nice clothes and her friend? She wasn’t comfortable at all being there, I could tell. Eh, doesn’t matter. I don’t get tied down, and she doesn’t look the type for a one nighter. But I also won’t let anyone spend the night with me either, holding me or God forbid, want me to hold them. I don’t need anyone, but I am getting pretty horny as it’s been a while. Maybe I’ll keep an eye out for someone who just wants some kicks. By the looks of the women in this bar, I’m sure I can find someone to fit that bill.

The next night is more of the same. Same drunks, same fights, but not as bad as last night, and I find myself looking up every time a woman walks in, thinking it might be her. Kallie. But she doesn’t show up and none of the others pique my
interest or my cock so once we cleaned up for the night, I go home alone, take a shower, watch some TV and go to bed.

The next night, a new band shows up, and this one not only packs in the bar, but it’s overfilled. People actually wait outside to get in. We are busier than shit. Charley tells me maybe she needs to hire another employee soon, and I laugh and tell her we can handle it. A customer slides onto the stool in front of me. I’m bent over cleaning glasses, so I don’t look up. “What’ll you have?”

“Bottle beer with a kicker.” That sexier than shit voice makes my eyes move up. I notice a hot pink halter top, with sequins sparkling from the lighting behind the counter and full, ample breasts. Long, slender neck covered in porcelain, flawless skin, full, pouty lips and more of the same perfect skin, and then the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen with long, black lashes. I don’t speak and just reach over to get a shot glass, then pull a bottled beer from the big case to my right, twist the cap off, throwing it in the trash bucket and then take the Jack bottle, pouring the small glass full. I set them both down in front of her. My eyes are mesmerized as I watch her pick up the shot glass, tilts her head back as she slams it down and then raises the bottle, encasing the top with her luscious lips, and takes a big drink.

“Where’s your friend tonight?” I ask as I refill her glass.

“Oh, she didn’t much care for this place the other night,” she winks and drinks the shot quickly, then nods as she places the glass on the counter. I refill it again and smile.

“Yeah, this doesn’t seem like her kind of playground or yours for that matter.”

Another customer yells at me, and I start to move down the counter when Kallie smiles as she raises her finger to her lips, her tongue peeks out and my cock is straining against my jeans as I watch her lick it. Shit, I need to get laid soon. I get slammed again, moving up and down the counter filling orders. When I finally turn around I see her stool is empty, and I start looking around the packed bar. She’s nowhere in sight so I decide it might be a good time for a smoke and hop over the counter, walking quickly outside.

There’s still a line, the bouncer outside trying to hold the peace when I hear faint noises from the side of the building. Walking quickly down the porch, I peer around the corner and see two bikers. One has Kallie pinned against the wall, one hand holding her wrists up. I leap over the railing and onto the grass, quietly. She kicks the guy holding her right in his balls with her boot, and I watch him double
over, grabbing himself. His friend is quick to pull out a blade and presses it against her throat. Without a sound, I walk over behind him, grab his wrist with the blade and bring his arm around him holding it up high against his back. “I wouldn’t do that,” I growl. My eyes shift over to the other guy laying on the grass, still holding himself, and then back to her. “I think you’re done here tonight. Go.”

She looks at me, eyes wide, with tears and black mascara running down her face and her body shaking. She gasps, and I look down when biker man turns around. My hand slipping from his wrist, and I wince when the blade swipes my left upper arm. His arm with the blade rises, and I block his attack with my left arm, my right fist connecting with his face. He yells out as blood begins to seep from his nose, and I hit him again. He starts to go down and to make sure he stays there I hit him one more time. My head snaps to my right when Joe and the bouncer, Tiny, run around the corner. I look at Kallie. Her arm wrapped around her waist and her chin quivering as she looks at my bloody arm. “Go home!” I scream. She jumps, her eyes moving to mine, turns and walks quickly to the parking lot.

“Damn, dude! You’re bleeding again.” Joe looks at my arm, and I look down to see the blood running down. “Go home, crowds thinning out since the band quit.” I look up at him and start to walk towards the parking lot, but his hand lays on my chest stopping me. “You look like shit, take tomorrow night off, rest up.” I start to nod when the screeching of tires on the gravel causes us both to turn our heads, and I watch as Kallie’s sport cars tears out of the lot and onto the road. I look back at Joe, and he laughs. “Fiery little thing, huh?” Joe laughs.

“Yeah, you could say that,” I smirk and then head to my bike.

Once home, I wash out the cut, which just about made me pass out, then I got my trusty sewing kit out, fired up the needle and put in about ten stitches. Shit, gonna have to get more thread soon if this keeps up. I go to the fridge, grab a beer and sit down in the chair, taking a huge swig. My head becomes woozy as the image of Kallie pinned against the wall by that asshat enters my mind. She was strong yet stupid for kicking that guy in the nuts, but fuck was that hot! Then the look in her eyes when I got knifed, appearing like concern, fear or maybe a combination in them. I felt…. I felt something that scared me worse than the blade. I felt something stir inside me, something I can’t describe.

My ears perk when I hear a noise outside, take another big drink and set the bottle down on the end table. Thankful, I’ve been sitting in the dark. I stand up and
walk to the front window, push back the drape a little and peer out around the house. My eyes keep scanning, then move down the road. Not seeing anything, I start to let the drapes go when I stop as I see a shiny object down the road. There, in the distance, alongside the road is Kallie, bending down by a tire on her car. What the fuck? Not bothering with a shirt, I open the front door quietly and make my way down the steps and head off to the side, quietly, walking through the trees for cover. She must be about half a mile down the road and not a good place for a beautiful, high class woman to be at this time of night. Apparently, the asshole at the bar didn’t teach her anything. Time to give her another lesson.

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“Damn fucking tire!” I stand up, grease all over my hands and kick it with my boot. “OW!” I hop around, with my booted foot in my hand and almost fall over when someone grabs me from behind, and my scream becomes muffled by a hand.

“Fuck! I swear you can wake the fucking dead,” a low, sexy voice whispers in my ear, my hair blowing out with his breath. “Will you shut the fuck up if I uncover your mouth?” My eyes close as my head nods and his hand leaves my mouth, my body shaking in fear. He spins me around, but keeping a tight grip on my waist, and I look into the piercing blue eyes of Steele.

“What the hell, Steele! You scared the SH….” His hand covers my mouth as my voice gets louder, and I stop. His hand is replaced with his mouth, and I moan as his tongue plunges inside. His hand covers the back of my neck, the other pulling me in close to his rock hard body. My hands quickly grasp his strong arms and start sliding up until he winces and suddenly his mouth is gone. I look over at his left upper arm and see a bandage all around it and look back at him. “I’m so….” His hand tightens around the back of my neck as his mouth claims mine again. Being more careful, I move my arm around his neck, the other on his slim waist, feeling his soft skin, as he pulls me closer still.

“Fuck, woman. What are you doing to me? I can’t…. I don’t….” I press my mouth against his to hush him, and he moans into mine. His hand releases my waist and moves up my top and then covers my breast and my back arches immediately, pressing it harder into his hand.

I release his mouth and he begins kissing my cheek, then down my neck. “I want you,” I whisper in his ear.

His head snaps up, and his lust filled eyes stare into mine. “I’m not a good guy, Kallie and I’m not the kind of guy who stays with one girl. I don’t hang around in one place for long.”

I swallow hard then square back my shoulders. My hand moves around to the front of him, sliding up from his flat stomach to his tight abs and then lying flat on his broad chest. “We have something in common then so let’s have fun while we can.” His eyes search mine and then he nods.

“Lock up.”

I grab my purse, lock the car and notice he already started walking up the road to a cabin. I walk quickly until I’ve caught up to him and watch as he takes out a smoke. He offers me one, which I shake my head no, and lights up. We’re both quiet during the short walk. By the time we get up the front steps, he throws his cigarette butt over the railing and grabs my waist, pushing me against the front door, his mouth on mine in an instant. I stumble backwards when the door opens. We clumsily remove each other’s clothing as he backs me through the room. I almost fall as he leads me into another room, but he catches me and lifts me into his arms, then I feel the softness of a mattress beneath me.

“Fuck, you make me want to do so many things to you,” he whispers, his hand over my breast and his fingers twisting the nipple. My back arches and my hips move up and down, trying to get his thick hard cock inside. He moves the tip barely inside, and I buck again. His hand leaves my breast, and he places both on either side of my face, his thumbs rubbing up and down my skin. “Oh, you want it bad, don’t you? My naughty girl.” His eyes stare into mine, burning through me, and I cry out as he slams his cock inside me until I’m full of him. “Is that what you want, baby?” I push my hips up and then back down, and as I push up hard again he pulls out and slams inside me again.

“Ahhhhhh, Steele!” I scream.

We continue our heated movements until the heat rises inside me and tingles bubble up, flowing down my body until I clamp around his thickness, my eyes closing and my head tilting back as I reach my climax. My eyes are clouded when they reopen, but I can see enough to see the look of pure bliss on his sexy face. His
eyebrows lower as if in pain, his features contorting like he’s in agony, but then he lets out the most sexy, guttural moan and shouts out my name. “Fuck! Kallie!”

My chest is heaving as he collapses on top of me, his weight making me gasp for air. His head rises and he looks into my eyes and quickly pushes himself up by his hands and rolls over beside me. My eyes shift to look at him, and my breath catches when I see his gorgeousness in the moonlight. I slowly roll over and get out of bed, walk to the bathroom and close the door, not turning on the light. I don’t want to see my tears as they stream down my face. I knew this was going to happen. I knew it would be a one-time thing, but then after being with him, feeling his body on mine, feeling him inside me, I lose it. I feel my way over to the toilet, go to the bathroom and then find my way to the sink, washing my hands. I’m glad it’s dark, so I can’t see myself crying. What’s worse is that I just lost my virginity to a man who could never love me. Someone who won’t even hold me in his arms. My heart breaks at the thought of never having him again. What in the hell have I done?