Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology (46 page)

             
He stood staring at me, not saying a word.  I returned his stare, waiting. 

             
Nothing.  He said nothing.  But the air in the room had changed.  Something new thrummed between us.  A need.  A want.  It vibrated around us, pulling at us to acknowledge it. 

            
 “I’
ve got to go to Sydney for awhile
,
” he said, and then added
,“
Come with me
.
”
 
His eyes betrayed him.  He was
n’
t sure of what he was saying.

             
My breathing sped up.  I did
n’
t want to admit even to myself that I wanted this.  I shook my head at him.
 “
You do
n’
t want me tagging along, Havoc
.
”

            
 “
I would
n’
t have suggested it if I did
n’
t want it
.
” 

             
My mind felt like it was spinning inside my head.  I was going to do this.  After living my life up until now to a plan, I was going to throw it all out the window and pursue this.  I was going to see where it took me.  I was going to follow a fucking biker to another city, to hell with the consequences.

****

Havoc

             
What the fuck was coming out of my mouth?  Come with me? 

             
Fuck.

             
But I could
n’
t deny this pull to Carla any longer.  I wanted her, simple as that.  I did
n’
t know where the hell this would lead, if anywhere, but I fucking wanted her.  That truth was inescapable.

             
She stood and smiled at me.
 “
Okay,
I’
ll go with you.  One condition though
.
”

             
Of course she had a fucking condition; she would
n’
t be her without that.
 “
I do
n’
t do conditions, Carla.  Either yo
u’
re coming or yo
u’
re not
.
”

             
That fucking sexy grin of hers spread across her lips.  That grin would be the death of my dick.
 “
Oh, yo
u’
re gonnalove this condition, Havoc
.
”

            
 “
Jesus, woman.  Just fucki
n
’ spit it out
.
”

             
She moved into my personal space, curled her hand around the back of my neck, and pulled my face close so she could whisper in my ear.
 “
Somewhere between Brisbane and Sydney, yo
u’
re going to fuck me on your bike.  Otherwise,
I’
m not going
.
”

             
My hand shot straight out and roughly gripped her neck.
 “
I
t’
s a fucki
n
’ deal, baby
.
”

             
As I agreed to her condition, I prayed to a God I did
n’
t believe in that this decision and this woman would
n’
t ruin me in the same way the last woman
I’
d let in had.

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By Casey Peeler

Copyright © 2014 Casey Peeler

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Prologue

Chauna

“Bye, Daddy!”  I yell as Walker and I walk out the front door on a hot summer Saturday night in Barber.  As soon as we get outside, he grabs me and pushes me against the side of the house. 
Oh my lawd.  This boy has me begging for him already.

Trying my best to get myself together, I push him off, even though I don’t want to. But, if my daddy walks out here, we’re both dead.

“Walker, you better stop, or we’re both gonna be naked, and Daddy’s gonna kill us.” A huge grin escapes his lips before he kisses me long and hard once more and then pulls me toward his Harley-Davidson Softail Custom Night Train. 
I love that bike. Well, more like who’s riding it. 
He smirks at me as we put on our helmets and make our way down the driveway.

With the warm summer air brushing against my skin, I hold my arms tighter around Walker’s rock hard body.  At the age of eight, he rode into my life, and at the age of fifteen, I trusted him with my heart and soul.

As we approach Sammy’s Drive-In, our local country hangout, trucks, cars, and anything with two or four wheels lines the parking lot.  After Walker pulls in, we remove our helmets, and I run my fingers through my long hair.  He helps me from the bike and laces his fingers in mine as we see Kristina and our other friends hanging out on the picnic table.

“Hey, girlie!
  What’s up?” she says.

“Not much,” I say as Walker gives Paul, her flavor of the week, a head nod.  Walker takes a seat on top of the picnic table, and I wedge myself between his legs.  We spend this Friday night laughing, acting like the crazy teenagers we are, and falling deeper and deeper in love with each other. 

When Walker’s had enough sharing me with the others, we make our way back to his bike and take a ride to
our
spot.  I continue to get butterflies, just like the first time we rode out here.  Walker finds the small dirt trail, and we ride until we reach the old fishing hole.  It’s now just a little stream, and that’s why no one comes here anymore.  There’s no reason, but for Walker and me, we have every reason. Us.

Walker turns off the bike, and as he begins to step off, I grab the back of his t-shirt and pull him back in place.  “Stay right there,” I whisper as I toss my leg over the bike and make my way to the front of it.  “Slide back,” I state. He does as I ask with a sly half-grin covering his face.  I straddle the bike, facing him and tossing my legs over his.

“Damn, Pumpkin, you’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he says roughly.

“Sexy, huh?”
I ask, as I waste no time.  I capture his lips, and his hands begin to discover my body, yet again.  I raise my arms as he removes my tank top and kisses my neck, treating me like
his Cinderella
.

Walker and I get lost in each other, and I can’t get close enough to him.  Each time we are in this spot, we go further and further.  It didn’t take long for both of us to lose our virginity, and now, we can never get enough.

Unclasping my thin lacy bra, he stares in amazement.  I giggle, but when Walker pulls his shirt over his head, my giggling stops.  I could stare at that perfect body every day of my life.  From that point on, we can’t get close enough, and before long, we are lying beside the creek bed, completely exposed for the world to see.  I don’t care who’s watching, though, because as long as I have Walker Bentley beside me, I’m unstoppable.

“Pumpkin, I love you,” he says as he looks into my eyes.

“I love you more,” I declare as I kiss his lips tenderly.  “But, you better get me home before Daddy sends an army looking for us.”

“You know, he’s not home from Boondocks yet, but you’re right. We better get a move on,” he says as his firm body attacks mine again.

During the entire ride to the house, I replay the last two hours. 
How did I get so lucky to find my soul mate?
  Walker isn’t just a boy; he is my reason to breathe.  With only the front porch light on, I know Daddy’s not home yet.  Walker doesn’t come inside.  Instead, we make out on his bike, and then I peel myself away.  He smacks me on the rear, and I glance over my shoulder, smiling.

Daddy should be home soon, so I decide to stay up and watch a movie until he gets home from Boondocks.  I grab a carton of cookie dough ice cream from the freezer and watch
Hope Floats
in my room.

As a hard knock attacks my front door, I hurry downstairs.  I open it to see two police officers.   “Is
Chauna Jackson here?”

“That’s me,” I say while pulling the spoon out of my mouth from the last bite and suddenly feeling sick to my stomach.

“Your father was in an accident tonight.  I’m sorry, but you need to get to the hospital as fast as possible.”  In that moment, my world stops.  “Would you like us to take you?”

“Please,” I say as tears begin to pour down my face.  I take my cell phone from my pocket and call Walker, but he doesn’t answer. 
Where is he?
  He just left here an hour ago. As my world crumbles, Walker is nowhere to be found.