RECKLESS AND WILD: MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE BOX SET (4 page)

CHAPTER NINE

As I drove myself home, I used the time to appropriately berate myself for ever following him in the first place, for having the gall to follow him to his home and then be stupid enough to get out of my car and look in his windows. I was lucky to be alive, and yet all traces of fear were still gone. Sure, they were dangerous and everyone else in town was afraid of them. But all I could think about was the way River's skin felt sliding against me as he mounted me over and over. All I could do was smell his sweat, still covering my unshowered skin and my insides melted.

As I pulled into my driveway, I realized I was in deep shit.

I had one job now. And that was to keep my obsession with River at bay. Anytime his lust-filled face crossed my mind, I would just have to replace it with the hard look in his eyes as he told me to leave.

Simple, right? Right.

Hell no. Not right at all. I knew myself better than anyone and I knew this was not going to be an easy task.

Walking into my house, I went straight to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. I stripped out of my clothes and looked at my red, ravaged skin. A slow smile spread across my face and as I stepped into the shower, soaping up my sore nipples and pussy, I realized that I finally felt like a woman. I felt wanted, sexy, desired. Sure, maybe what I had done was just a little bit crazy, but I didn't care. The end result was delicious and I knew, deep in the back of my scheming mind, that although River thought our time together had ended, we were just beginning.

He just needed some time to get used to the idea of me. So, I would give him some time, and then if he needed some convincing...well I would have to figure out exactly how to do that.

I spent my day blissfully lounging around the house, reading, snacking and cleaning, with intermittent breaks of lying in my bed and replaying the events of last night as I tried unsuccessfully to meet the growing frustration and yearning that had taken over my body. I was sore, but the extra sensitivity only served to increase my appetite and frustration. I finally drifted off to sleep for the night with River's ocean blue eyes swimming through my dreams.

CHAPTER TEN

“To be the object of someone's obsession is horrible.”

~Tippi Hedren

The next day, I woke up before dawn, unable to sleep, having fitful dreams that kept me tossing and turning all night. Finally, I gave up, made coffee and sat at my computer, trying to write about everything that had happened in the last 48 hours. The words flowed out of me like a river. Before the sun had risen, I had written ten pages of notes, mingling fictional events with the delicious real events that had occurred and putting them down on paper as a coarse outline for what would later become a very saucy story. I was pleased and satisfied as I made another pot of coffee and spent a few extra minutes getting ready.

I pulled on one of my favorite dresses, the tight red floral one that my dear Mama had told me looked too slutty when she first saw it. I made a point not to wear it after that, but I was feeling a little extra boost of confidence, and a girl never knew who she was going to run into, you know? So I pulled it out of the back of my closet. It hugged my curves perfectly, showing off every inch of my rounded hips and full breasts. I added a pair of black suede ''fuck me'' pumps that I had bought on a whim years ago and hoped like hell that nobody walked into my shop today and wanted their hair cut. Standing in them all day would not be easy. Actually, I would be extremely lucky if I didn't break my neck.

And then – I spotted the wig. I had a long, blonde wig in the very back of my closet. A friend had given it to me as a prop for a Halloween costume, and I had kept it for years. Surprisingly, it looked very real. As I was tucking my long, black curls into it, a new plan started to form in my mind. I applied my makeup to match my new hairstyle, and I took a few minutes to admire myself in the mirror.

I looked like a completely different person. A sexy person. And that was exactly how I felt, as well. I had felt dead sexy since my encounter with the bikers. If this is what being a slut felt like, I liked it! And today, I even looked the part. If River saw me like this, and he still didn't want me? Well then I was sure I would find someone else who did. Why did I need to spend my life alone?

So, that was it. I decided to go to work looking like this. No more frumpy clothes for me! If I was lucky, I wouldn't be the only one who got a chance to appreciate my new look!

Walking into my shop, I couldn't help but stare across the street to the motorcycle shop. It was early, and everything was quiet over there. As I turned on the lights and the radio, my usual routine, I looked around at the changes I had made the last time I was here. I hadn't been in since I followed River home, and to be honest, I hadn't given the shop much thought at all. Sure, I had moved some furniture around and done some extra cleaning, but it was still pretty boring. What I needed was a sale or a brand or some sort of marketing ploy to lure customers in.

Maybe I could give out coupons for a shave, a cut and a beard with a free blow job to River and his crew? I giggled at my silly thought, even as I felt the wetness seeping out of me. I had neglected to put on underwear, a secret reminder to myself to embrace my sexiness.

I knew I should do something soon to drum up business, but it was honestly the last thing I could focus on. Throughout the day, I kept finding myself standing in front of the window, staring yearningly across the street for any sign of River. He didn't show up until well after two in the afternoon, and I jumped up anxiously from my chair as soon as I heard his motorcycle roar down the street. Before I knew what I was doing, I had flung myself out the front door and began frantically waving at him.

Frantically waving like a damned lunatic, that is.

He drove past me as if he didn't even seen me, completely oblivious to my presence, leaving me standing on the sidewalk with my hand in the air and a stupid grin plastered across my face. I dropped my hand and ran back inside, nearly tripping over the threshold in my ridiculous stilettos.

Way to be cool, Dixie.

I watched from the window, hoping to see what he might be up to, or if he might look my way, but he had driven all the way into the back of the shop and completely out of my view. I'd like to say I only watched for a few minutes, but the honest truth is that I sat in the waiting area right in front of the window for the rest of the afternoon, absentmindedly thumbing through a gossip magazine and looking up every few minutes for any glimpse of his tight ass. I was hoping to at least see him walk across the parking lot – anything! - just another peek of him. But it didn't happen.

When closing time rolled around, again without one customer all day, I lingered a little longer than I normally would to turn everything off. When I finally made it out to my car, I was still hoping there would be some sort of action across the street. It had been so quiet all day, one of the quietest I had observed in my many days of watching them. I drove away disappointed, and tried to soothe my broken spirit with the promise that something might happen tomorrow.

In the meantime, I wasn't about to let this dress go to waste and I needed a drink! As I pulled into the parking lot of my favorite bar, I spotted the red Mustang I had followed last week. I smiled when I remembered how excited I had become at watching the tall, confident owner of this gorgeous car impale a petite blonde beauty on his cock against a tree in the park, only to go home to his happy gay lover. What a treat that had been to witness.

As usual, I was overwhelmed by the smell of peanuts and stale beer as I walked in and seated myself at the bar. I ordered a whiskey on the rocks from Johnny, the friendly bartender that had worked here for as long as I had been coming in. I spotted the couple from the other night seated in a booth in the corner, their heads bowed in serious conversation.

“What's the special occasion, Dixie? That dress, that hair! You look incredible!” Johnny said, setting the glass in front of me.

“Oh, no special occasion, Johnny. I just felt like dressing up a little today, that's all.”

“I see. Well, it looks great!”

“Thank you very much!” I replied, smiling and sitting up a little taller. At least one person had complimented me. And that was enough, I tried to convince myself. River's lust-filled eyes invaded my brain again and I did my best to push it away. I had to give him time, give him time to miss me, and then maybe I would have a chance. But I had to play it cool at first. No more running out of my shop waving like a mad woman at the first sight of him. My cheeks flushed when I realized what a fool I must have looked like.

I sighed, sipping my whiskey and enjoying the country music pouring out of the jukebox. Johnny was the perfect bartender. He always remembered what you ordered, exchanged a little polite banter, and then left you alone with your thoughts. And that was exactly what I needed.

My peacefulness didn't last long, though. In fact, it crashed and burned.

After I ordered my second drink from Johnny, the door burst open and the bar filled with loud, raucous laughter and the smell of leather. I looked over my shoulder and gasped when I saw several members of The Outlaws stroll through the door and walk up to the bar.

Bear, Chief, Danger, and Spider all stood at the end of the bar, and for once, they were all smiling. Well, all but Chief, he never seemed to smile, but he wasn't grimacing like he usually did. They looked relaxed, actually.

I had never seen them here before, but obviously it wasn't the first time they had been there, because they called Johnny by name, and he was extra-friendly and attentive to them. I tried to be subtle as I watched them, discretely looking in the mirror behind the bar as they settled into a booth directly behind me. When I realized I was watching them through a mirror, I smiled to myself, remembering the mirror above River's bed.

I crossed my legs, feeling the slickness between them, as the memory of his perfect dancing ass once more invaded my present moment. Thoughts of him were so distracting.

The front door opened again and I turned to see Colby walk in. I almost fell on the floor and my whiskey fell from my hand as I tried to catch myself. Johnny rushed over with a towel to help me as I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest. I reached up, pulling my long, fake blonde hair around my face, doing my best to shrink away and hide.

“You okay, Dixie?” Johnny asked, looking at me with concern.

“Y-yes, sorry about that. Sorry.”

“That's okay, darlin'. Don't worry, I'll get you another one.”

“Thanks,” I murmured quietly, trying to make myself completely invisible. For someone who wanted everyone to notice her, I suddenly wanted the exact opposite.

I watched in the mirror as Colby walked over to the others. He didn't sit down and after exchanging a few words with him, he walked over to the bar and stood right beside me, waiting for Johnny to serve him.

“Here you go, Dixie.” Johnny said, and I winced as he said my name. Part of me was hoping to not be noticed, but there was no chance of that now.

“Dixie?” Colby looked over at me, his gaze traveling over me, taking in my wig, dress and heels with a cocked eyebrow.

“H-h-hi Colby.” I said nervously, trying to smile at him confidently, but I'm sure it looked like I was about to puke all over him. I suddenly felt so awkward and not in the least bit confident.

“Well, you certainly look different than you did the other night.”

“Um.” I was having a very hard time looking at him, and I had no idea what to say to him. I had been having continuous thoughts about River, but I hadn't thought about Colby hardly at all, and I had no idea how I should act around him now.

“Um?” He asked, silently goading me, a playful smile spreading across his lips. “Is that all you have to say?”

He leaned into me, his mouth mere inches from my ear as he whispered to me.

“After the other night, I thought you might have a few more words than that.”

“Well....um. I...um....um.” Nothing. I knew I looked like a complete fool, but my mouth wasn't working, let alone my brain.

His abrupt laughter filled the room, it was so loud it caught the attention of the other leather-clad men in the room and they stared over at us curiously. I tried not to sink into my chair.

“Okay, I understand. I'm not River, I get it.” He said, starting to turn away, but hesitated before adding one last thing. “But I hope you aren't still entertaining any thoughts of snagging River, because I can guarantee you that no woman has been able to do that yet, and I don't see it happening any time soon, Dixie. Even by someone as...” he let his eyes travel down to my breasts before finishing his sentence, “...alluring as you.”

As he sauntered away, I soaked in his words. At least he thought I was alluring, right? I smiled at the thought of that, and instead of discouraging me, his words wound their way into my consciousness as a challenge. Maybe no other women had 'snagged' River, as he put it, because no other women were me. I saw the way River had looked at me. I had seen the tenderness behind his tough facade. There was no denying he was attracted to me, whether I had been stalking him or not. His huge, throbbing cock did not lie. And the passion with which he had fucked me did not lie. I just needed to find a way to show him that I was worth taking a chance, despite the fact that he had first run across me passed out with my hand inside my panties outside of his window late at night.

That shouldn't be too hard, right? Right.