Sexy Bastards Anthology: Bad Boy, Biker, Alpha, Motorcycle Club, Contemporary Romance Collection (31 page)

“What about you?” asked Steven.

“What about me?” I asked.

“Did you bring a significant other with you this evening?”

Hoping that he didn’t think I was gay, I forced a smile. “No. I didn’t bring a girl. I should have, though. I suppose. Maybe two.”

“Taylor is one-hundred-percent heterosexual,” said Drew, amused at my discomfort.

“Good, then I don’t have to be jealous,” joked Steven.

Drew laughed. “You’re such a goose.” He looked at me. “Isn’t he such a goose?”

“Uh, sure. I should probably get back to the table,” I said, looking back toward the table.

Mitzy was watching us, an amused expression on her face.

“Wait one moment, Taylor.  Steven, could you please give us a moment?” asked Drew, putting his hand on his husband’s chest. “I need to talk to him for a couple more seconds.”

“Sure,” he said.

“Why don’t you wait for me at the table? Mother is here. She’ll find a seat for you,” Drew said, pointing to Mitzy.

“Sounds good,” he said. “It was nice meeting you, Taylor.”

“You too,” I said.

He walked away and Drew turned back to me, waiting for a response.

“So, when did this happen?” I asked him.

“You mean when did I know that I was gay?”

“Yes. But, don’t you mean bi-sexual?” I asked, not really knowing if one could be both.

“I’m definitely gay. I prefer men,” he replied matter-of-factly.  “Women? Not so much.”

The bartender approached us, asked if we wanted another shot, and this time, I paid.

“But, what about all those girls you had sex with?” I asked when she walked away.

He sighed. “In all honesty, there weren’t that many. I exaggerated quite a bit about my sex life.”

My eyes widened. He used to brag about how much pussy he was getting in college. “But, you liked girls at one point, right? Enough to get in bed with them.”

His eyes glimmered with amusement. “Apparently, I’ve always liked boys a lot more.”

The bartender set our Lemon Drops down and we tossed them back.

“So, were you able to get it up with them?” I asked, licking my lips.

Blushing he lowered his voice. “Most of the time, I couldn’t and,” he nodded toward the empty shot glass, “I usually blamed it on alcohol.”

“Oh.” I wasn’t sure how to feel about his confession. It was so mind-blowing.

“Just like with Amber,” he confessed, a small smile on his face. “I tried having sex with the girl but, I must confess – it didn’t really work out the way she’d planned. Obviously, I couldn’t tell you at the time, and not just because you wanted to kill me. I just wasn’t very comfortable with my sexuality at that point in my life.”

“And now look. You’re married and obviously happy.”

He grinned. “I am.”

“Another shot?” I asked.

“Not for me,” he said. “In fact, Carter is waving us over.”

I looked over at Carter, who had an amused expression on his face.

Fucker could have told me
, I thought.

I forced myself not to flip him off and walked back to the table. 

“So,” said Mitzy, staring at me as I sat down. “How did that go?”

“How do you think?”

“It looked like it went well. I saw that you met his husband.”

“Yeah. Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, putting my napkin on my lap.

“It wasn’t my place. Nor was it Carter’s,” she added. “He wanted to tell you himself. When the time was right. I ordered for you, by the way. A ribeye steak, baked-potato, and Caesar salad. Hope you approve.”

“It sounds great. Thanks,” I said, noticing that she’d also gotten me another beer.

“You’re welcome.”

Thinking that it was much too quiet, I stood up and tapped my beer bottle with a spoon. “Excuse me, I would really like to make a toast,” I called.

Everyone stopped talking and looked up at me.

“Carter, when you first told me you were getting married, I was pretty stunned and frankly, not exactly excited about the idea. Hell, I thought that maybe you were even making a mistake.”

Barbara’s eyes grew hard.

I went on. “But, watching the two of you together, and knowing that you’re not the kind of guy who falls in love every day, I can honestly say that I’m thrilled for you. For both of you,” I said, nodding toward Barbara. “Good luck on your future, and if you ever need anything from me, brother, know that I will always be there for you.”

“Thanks, man,” said Carter, beaming at me. “That goes both ways. I hope that when the time comes, you’ll consider letting me be your Best Man, as well.”

I cringed. “On that note – I’d like to quote this sexy blonde my father used to watch on television. Mae West. I think it went something like –  ‘Marriage is a great institution. Right now, I’m just not ready for an institution’.”

Everyone laughed.

“Tail!” whooped a couple of guys on the other end of the table.

Smiling and shaking my head, I continued. “Anyway – To life. To love. And to all that goes along with it. Cheers.”

“Cheers,” everyone called out.

I took a drink of my beer and sat down.

“That was nice,” said Mitzy, patting my arm. “I think there might be hope for you yet.”

“What do you mean?”

“Come on now, Taylor. You can’t stay single your entire life.”

“Don’t go worrying about me. I’m happier than I’ve ever been,” I said, taking another swig of beer.

“Wouldn’t you like to fall asleep with a woman in your arms every night? One that you could actually remember her name?”

“Not really.”

“What about kids, don’t you want children?”

“God, no,” I said. “There is no room in my life for rug-rats.”

She sighed. “Don’t you want
someone
to grow old with?”

“I have my club. My brothers. My friends,” I replied. “Those are the guys I want to grow old with. Just because I don’t want to bang them doesn’t mean they’re any less… special to me.”

“That’s not the same thing and you know it.”

“I love my life and I’m not changing it. I mean, why would I fix something that isn’t broken?”

“You just haven’t found the right woman yet,” she said. “But, you will. I just hope you don’t kick her out of your bed before you realize it.”

“I don’t know… the last time I kicked the ‘right’ woman out of my bed, she ended up getting engaged to a foreign actor. My heart will never recover, Mitzy.” I pretended to wipe the tears from my eyes. “I hope you’re proud of yourself.”

She chuckled. “You’re so full of shit.”

I grinned back and noticed Lauren watching me out of the corner of her eye. My determination to get into her pants was growing with each sip of beer. Hell, she was one girl I probably
would
let stay the night.

Maybe.

If I knew that she could cook. Honestly, it was the one thing missing from my life – someone to make me breakfast in the morning. Of course, a personal chef could do the same thing and wouldn’t cost me half of everything I owned…

Chapter 4

Taylor

Unfortunately, I didn’t end up going home with Lauren that night. After dinner, everyone scattered and I didn’t have a chance to speak to her, let alone play the seduction card.

The wedding was at one o’clock the following afternoon. After taking a shower, I put my tux on and headed over to the church thirty minutes before the ceremony was to begin, my hair still damp. I was greeted right away by Carter’s mother and her fiancé, who was very polite.

“Nice to meet you, Fernando,” I said, shaking his hand.

“You too, Taylor. Nice motorcycle, by the way,” he said, as we stood at the entrance to the church.

I glanced at my Harley. “Thanks, man. You ride?”

“Occasionally. I haven’t had much of a chance, lately. I’ve been so busy with work,” he replied, his accent thick.

“That’s too bad. You travel a lot, huh?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said as Mitzy’s ex-husband drove into the parking lot in a flashy, red Corvette. We watched as he parked the car and then got out alone.

“I wonder where his girlfriend is?”mused Mitzy. “He certainly doesn’t look happy.”

Charles indeed looked pissed off.

“Maybe she realized what a dick he really is,” I said, louder than I’d meant to.

Mitzy laughed out loud. “Tell us how you really feel, Taylor.”

“You already know,” I said, pasting a phony smile onto my face as Charles walked toward us.

“Where’s Abigail?” asked Mitzy, when he finally made it up the stairs. He was out of shape and panting like a bull.

“Something came up,” he said, trying to catch his breath.

“Oh, that’s too bad. By the way,
Charles,
this is my fiancé, Fernando.”

Fernando held out his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Mitzy has spoken so much about you.”

Charles grunted and then shook it. “I’m sure she has. What amazes me is that you’re still willing to shake my hand.”

“Sir, I have to shake the hand of the man who has allowed me the opportunity of marrying the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” he said, putting his arm around Mitzy.

“Oh, thank you, Fernando. You’re so sweet,” she said, smiling up at him lovingly.

“Yeah, lucky you,” said Charles, looking a little jealous. “So, you’re in the movies, huh?” 

As they continued to talk, I excused myself and went into the church, where I soon found Carter.

“You ready to do this?” I asked, noticing how pale he looked.

He nodded.

“Why do you look like you’re about to pass out then?” I said, amused.

“I didn’t eat much for breakfast and I’m worried that something is going to go wrong at the wedding.”

I chuckled. “Aren’t the brides usually the ones worried about that shit?”  

“I know. I’m probably just being paranoid. It’s just that I want Barbara to be happy and I feel like everything has been going so perfect, that a snag has to be waiting around a corner.”

“No, it doesn’t and you’re right. You’re being paranoid,” I said, noticing Lauren and the other bridesmaids walking down the hallway. They were all dressed in mid-length coral dresses, looking sexy. I had to admit she wore it so well that I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

I whistled.

“Wow, you girls look beautiful,” said Carter, beaming a smile at all of them.

“Sexy. Gorgeous. Breathtaking. Did I mention sexy?” I added, staring at Lauren. 

She blushed and looked down.

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” said one of the other bridesmaids. Her name was Ruby and I’d learned that she was the most outspoken of the group.

“He does, but this time, he isn’t lying,” said Carter, winking. “I’ll vouch for that.”

“It’s getting late,” said one of the other girls. “We need to find Barbara.”

“She’s down that hallway,” said Carter.

The girls thanked us and headed in the direction. I couldn’t help but stare at the back of Lauren’s legs, which were tan, long, and lean.

“Nice, huh?” said Carter, noticing me staring.

“Yeah. They’d look even nicer over my shoulders.”

He laughed. “Good luck with that.”

“Luck has nothing to do with it,” I said, smiling cockily. “It’s all charm, brother, and I’m laying it on thick tonight.”

“I’m telling you, Lauren doesn’t do one-night stands. Barbara said that she makes a guy wait until the fourth date, at the earliest.”

“We’ll be two dates into it by the end of the night,” I said.

“Two?”

“Yeah. I’m counting last night as number one. Sure, we didn’t talk, eat, or drive there together. But, she was eyeballing me last night. Probably even wondering if she should skip her ‘four-date rule’.”

He smiled “Dream on, big shooter.”

“I will. You see, dreams are what make the world go ‘round, my friend,” I reminded him. “And my dreams usually include pussy. By the way, now that you’re getting married, you may as well kiss your dreams goodbye.”

Carter put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “You just said ‘pussy’ in church.”

I nodded toward a mural of Jesus. “Hey, he gave it to us.”

He burst out laughing. “You’re going straight to hell, you know that?”

I smiled wickedly. “Do you think there will be pussy there?”

Chapter 5

Lauren

It was the sound of my cell phone buzzing that woke me from a dead sleep. Groaning from the sharp pain in my temples, I opened one eye and reached clumsily for the phone. As I did, an arm encircled my waist and pulled me backwards into warm, solid maleness.

Shocked, I stiffened up.

Who in the hell is that? 

“Relax,” murmured a gravelly voice against my neck. His mouth moved up and he nipped my earlobe with his teeth, making me shiver. “Whoever it is can wait, but as you can probably tell… I can’t.”

My eyes wide open now, they darted around the darkness. I was definitely in my hotel room, which brought me no relief. I couldn’t just slip away.

He pressed his hips against my bottom and there was no mistaking the raging hard-on rubbing against my cheeks. “I need to be inside you, babe. You feel me?”

“Yeah,” I squeaked. I definitely felt him.

Rough fingers reached up and grabbed my breast. He tugged on my nipple. “God, you’re sexy,” he murmured.

I can’t do this
, I thought, my cheeks burning in shame. I didn’t do one-night stands. Not ever. But, last night had been my sister’s wedding and obviously, I’d had far too much to drink.

Taking a deep breath, I pried the man’s fingers from my breast and scooted out of his reach, pulling one of the blankets with me.

“Hey, where you going?” he asked, trying to reach for me again.

Covering myself, I quickly stood up and turned on the lamp. When I finally got a good look at the muscular, tattooed man lounging in my bed, I groaned at my own stupidity. In the back of my mind, I knew it was him. I just didn’t want to believe it.

I sighed. “Taylor.”

He rubbed the side of his cheek. “You look surprised.”

“Do I?” I mumbled, frustrated. I wasn’t sure which made me angrier – the fact that I’d had sex with him, or the fact that I couldn’t remember any of it.

Taylor patted the bed. “Why don’t you get back into bed?”

“No.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Why not?”

“I just… can’t.”

With a hard, feral grin, he shoved the blanket away from his hips, exposing his impressive hard-on. “You sure you don’t want to try?”

Seeing such a masculine, ripped body naked and fully cocked, my womanhood spasmed with desire. “You’re… not making this easy,” I admitted.

Taylor rolled over onto his back. “Good. Now, get on, Lauren. You know you want to. I see it in your eyes,” he said huskily.

At a loss for words, I was unable to look away from his perfectly chiseled body. He was certainly a beautiful specimen and any fantasy that I might have ever had about Taylor Adams couldn’t possibly measure up to the real deal. 

He reached over and grabbed a condom that was sitting on the nightstand. “If you want, we can use one of these this time.”

Shocked, I pried my eyes away from his hips. “We didn’t use a condom?”

His eyes narrowed. “You said you were on the pill.”

“I am,” I replied. “But…”

Taylor relaxed. “I’m clean. I told you last night. You said the same thing.”

I bit my lower lip.
How could I not remember any of this?

He tossed the condom. “Fuck this thing. It’s too small anyway.” Taylor reached his hand out to me. “Now, get over here. I need to be inside of you.
Today
.”

It felt like my knees had turned to jelly.

I wanted him badly but I couldn’t do it. 

But, this wasn’t me.

I didn’t have random sex with strangers or guys that I’d went to high school with, no matter how hot they were.

I backed away from the bed.  “I don’t feel so well.”

Studying my face, his became serious. “What do you mean? Are you sick?”

“Yeah. I think I’m going to throw up,” I replied, putting a hand to my forehead. I actually did feel nauseous. “This was a mistake. It should have never happened.”

“You mean the two of us having sex?”

“That’s exactly what I mean. This was… wrong.”

“Are you kidding me? This was
right
. Two consenting adults, having sex. Great, fucking sex, I might add.”

“You might be okay with one-night stands, but I don’t sleep around.”

He was silent for a few seconds. “You seemed to know what you were doing last night.”

“I was drunk and obviously out of control,” I replied. “I can’t even remember most of the night, to be honest.”

He frowned “Really? You don’t remember dragging me out onto the dance floor?”

Flashes of us at the wedding reception flitted through my mind. We’d been seated together. I remembered drinking several glasses of champagne and at one point feeling sorry for myself. After dinner, I’d slipped quietly into the bathroom and cried. Eventually, I returned to the table. That’s when Taylor and I began to reminiscing about high school. Several more glasses of champagne later, I vaguely recalled asking him to dance. “I guess that I remember. A little.”

“Both of us were feeling pretty good,” he admitted.

“I don’t remember how we ended up back here, though.”

“It started sometime after you shoved your tongue down my throat.”

“What?”

“Wait. My bad. It was after you did this sexy little dance to ‘You Sexy Thing.’”

I stared at him in horror. “By Hot Chocolate?”

“Maybe. I really don’t know the name of the band.” He grinned in amusement. “You practically attacked me in the middle of the dance floor.”

I groaned. “I did?”

“Yes. Don’t you remember singing, ‘I believe in miracles, you sexy thang?’” Taylor sang. 

I sat down on the edge of the bed and placed a hand against my forehead. “Oh, my God… I made a fool out of myself. Barbara is
never
going to let me live this down.”

His smile fell. “Bull. It was all in good fun.”

“Apparently too much fun. Tell me about the kissing part?”

“Kissing? We practically had sex on the dance floor. That wasn’t my fault, by the way.” He put his hands behind his head and smiled up at the ceiling. “You couldn’t keep your hands off of me.”

I blinked. “Really?”  

“You told me that you’d fantasized about me, back in high school. After breaking up with Carter. If I’d have known back then…” he said, sounding serious. “We could have hooked up a long time ago.”

“You mean had sex?” I said dryly.

He grinned. “Hell, yeah. Last night was mind-blowing. You really don’t remember?”

“No. God, Barbara must be so pissed off at me.”

“I doubt it. I’m sure she was happy to see you having fun.”

“Probably not with you, though,” I said under my breath.

“What?”

Crap, he’d heard me.

Sighing, I stood back up. “I know you fucked my sister.”

His eyebrow arched.  “She mentioned it?”

“Of course she did.”

Barbara had told me all about it before the rehearsal dinner. That’s how I’d learned about what a man-whore Taylor Adams really way.

He shrugged. “So what? That was a long time ago. I don’t even remember much of it.”

“She certainly does.” I stood up. “Get dressed. You need to leave.

“Leave? Just like that?” he asked, now looking serious.

“Yeah. Isn’t that usually your gig, anyway?
Tail
?” I mumbled.

I don’t know why I was suddenly so angry with him. From what he’d said, I’d seduced
him.
  

His face turned dark. He stood up, and in two strides, had me pinned against the wall. His icy blue eyes burned into mine. “What’s
your
gig, Lauren?” he asked in a rough, dark voice.

I could feel the heat radiating from his tattooed muscular chest and I had a sudden urge to drag my fingertips over it
.
“Mine? I just want you to go.”

He slid both of his hands around my hips, cupping my ass. Pressing against me, he whispered. “You sure about that? Last night you did everything you could to make me
cum
.”

“I was drunk,” I reminded him. “It’s all a blur to me now.”

“You don’t remember my tongue between your legs?” he whispered, dragging his tongue across my neck. “How you screamed out my name after I gave you an orgasm? I can still taste you.”

I swallowed.

“Come on. Let me do it again,” he said, trying to pull the blanket away from me. “Let me help you remember last night.”

“Taylor…”

“I know you want me. Your body is telling me.”

“Yes, I do,” I whispered, breathlessly. “But –”

“But, nothing. Don’t let yourself feel guilty. It’s just sex…”

His words cleared my head. This would just be another moment for him.

Another tick on his booty-roster. 

But, with Taylor Adams,
the
Taylor Adams, I knew that resistance was futile. My eyes darted around the room; I spied the clock and breathed a sigh of relief. Even if I wanted to fuck the guy, there wasn’t any time.

“Wait. It’s almost nine,” I said, my voice panicky.

Taylor looked at the clock. “So?” He leaned toward me.

I placed a hand over his chest, stopping him from kissing me. “I have a plane to catch. I have to get back to Minnesota.”

“Let me drive you.”

“On your motorcycle?” I replied, surprised that he’d even offered.

“Yeah. It would be great. You. Me. The open road. Have you ever been on a bike before?”

“No, I haven’t. My plane ticket is non-refundable, though. Plus, I have my luggage.”

Sighing in frustration, Taylor released me. “It would have been a beautiful ride. And I’m not just talking about the road trip.”

I bit back a smile. “I’m sure you’re right. Uh, do you need to use the bathroom?” I asked, noticing that he was still sporting wood.

He smirked. “This isn’t a piss hard-on, babe. I went about an hour ago. You were still sleeping.”

Our conversation seemed to make him grow even bigger. It was distracting. “Um, do you need a cold shower?”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “No time for a shower here, right? You need to get your ass to the airport?”

“Yes. You’re right. I do. Can you at least cover that thing?”

“That thing?”

“Don’t be a smartass.” I picked up his dress-shirt from the floor and threw it at him. “Cover yourself.”

He caught it. “Why? Does my penis make you nervous?”

“A little,” I lied.

It made me horny.

Very horny.

Taylor smiled down at his manhood with pride. “You know if you quit looking at it like that, I can get dressed and be out of your hair,” he said, slapping it playfully. “Right now, it’s too big to put away.”

Rolling my eyes, I quickly went around him and toward the bathroom. “I have to get ready. Goodbye, Taylor, I truly am sorry about everything.”

Looking as if he’d lost a battle, Taylor began getting dressed. “Lauren?”

I turned around and looked at him. “What?”

“Do me a favor and quit being so hard on yourself.”

“I’m sorry,
what
?”

“You’re obviously feeling guilty about sleeping with me. There’s no reason to. And quit saying ‘sorry’ all the time,” he said firmly.

I sighed. “This is all new to me. I don’t do one-night-stands.”

“Yeah, I get that,” he replied, buttoning his trousers. 

“And I don’t usually drink as much as I apparently did,” I added.

“It was a wedding. You know, people are allowed to let loose once in a while,” he answered, walking over to the mirror. He ran a hand through his blonde hair. “Seems to me like you need to do that a little more.”

“Right,” I said, staring at him in the mirror. Lean and muscular, with a six-pack that tapered down to narrow hips.

Damn.

“You must work out a lot,” I said, unable to help myself.

“Are you coming on to me again?” he asked, smiling cockily.

“No. I just don’t remember you being so… athletic looking.”

“Sure, I work out, but I’ve had this body forever, babe. You just haven’t noticed it before. So, talk to me. Are you dating anyone right now?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, actually. From the way you rode me last night, someone’s neglecting you sexually. Personally, I think you need to get laid a lot more.”

An image of me straddling his lap popped into my head. I wasn’t sure if it was a memory or a fantasy. “Let me guess, you’re just the guy to help me out?” 

His pupils were dark and full. “Hell, yeah. Are you sure you don’t have time for one more orgasm before you leave, though? It might take the edge off.”