Sexy Bastards Anthology: Bad Boy, Biker, Alpha, Motorcycle Club, Contemporary Romance Collection (36 page)

Chapter 12

Taylor

After leaving Lauren’s, I went home, took a shower, and made myself a sandwich. When I was finished eating it, I called Wendy back and apologized for brushing her off so quickly.

“So, are you still busy tonight?” she asked.

“No, but to be honest, I’ve had a rough day and just want to get an early night’s sleep,” I lied.

“Darn, I was really looking forward to seeing you.”

“How about a rain-check?”

“Sure,” she said, still sounding disappointed.

“I’m sorry, darlin’,” I said, staring up at the clock. It was almost ten. I wondered what was happening at the clubhouse. There was still time to meet up with my brothers and do some drinking.

“It’s okay. I have a feeling you’re worth the wait.”

“Thanks, doll. You have yourself a good night.”

“You, too.”

I hung up and called J.T.

“What’s going on, brother?”

“Tail? I didn’t expect to hear from you tonight,” he replied. I could hear music and laughter in the background. “What’s up?”

“I canceled my date,” I said. “Where are you? I’ll join you.”

“At the clubhouse. Get your ass down here.”

I stood up and grabbed the keys to my bike. “I’m on my way.”

***

Hoss, Chopper, and Buck were also down at the clubhouse, playing poker. After doing a couple of shots with J.T., we both jumped into the game and I spent the next couple of hours trying to keep my mind off of Lauren.

“So, what happened with Wendy?” asked Hoss.

“Changed my mind,” I said, tapping the ash from my cigar.

Hoss grunted. “Changed your mind? Are you telling me you canceled your date with that hot little number to hang with us?”

“As a matter of fact, I did,” I said, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

“Bullshit. She must have stood you up,” said J.T. “You were hell-bent on fucking her tonight.”

“Can’t a guy change his mind?” I replied.

They all looked at me funny.

“Not when it comes to getting laid. You still like chicks, man?” asked Chopper, ribbing me.

“Fuck you,” I said, flipping him off and smiling.

“See, that’s what I’m afraid of. He might be switching sides,” laughed Hoss.

“If I was I wouldn’t be trying anything with you slobs,” I joked. “Although, I’ve seen J.T. without a shirt and I’d definitely do him if I was gay.”

J.T. raised his beer. “Thank you. I just wish more women felt that way.”

“Oh, come on,” I said, tapping his beer bottle. “You’ve gotten plenty of pussy.”

“Not as much as you,” he countered.

“Nobody has,” said Hoss. “But that’s because he doesn’t have any standards when it comes to women.”

“I have standards,” I argued.

“What are those? They have to have three holes and a set of fun-bags?” laughed Chopper. “Like a ride at the fair?”

“If there’s a ride like that at the fair, give me some tickets,” said J.T. “I’m sick of riding solo.”

We all laughed.

“You know, I might get a lot of tail but most of what I get is premium,” I said, chewing on the end of my cigar.

“It’s true,” said J.T. “I’ve seen some of the chicks he’s banged and I can’t believe he’s walked away from them.”

“And I can’t believe he doesn’t have a mob of chicks waiting to gut him outside of these doors,” said Hoss.

“I’m up front. I let them know that I’m not looking for a relationship,” I said. “That’s why they all still love me.”

Chopper choked on his beer. “Love you? What about that girl, Amy? Didn’t she stalk you for a while after you banged her?”

He was thinking of Barbara, who’d gone by Barbie, when I’d had her. “Yeah, but she was kooky,” I said.

“Aren’t most chicks?” remarked Hoss, folding his hand.

“Not like that,” said J.T. “Anyway, at this point, I wouldn’t mind a girl stalking me for sex.”

“Fuck one of them broads,” said Chopper, nodding toward two club whores in the corner. Both were on their cell phones, texting. “They’re bored as hell right now. Look at them.”

J.T. grunted. “Sorry, but the thought of putting my dick into something you’ve had yours in doesn’t exactly do it for me.”

“Sloppy seconds doesn’t excite you?” said Hoss, smiling.

“Hey, I haven’t had either of those girls,” said Chopper.

“Bullshit,” said Hoss. “You lying motherfucker.”

Chopper smiled. “Okay. I’ve had the one on the left. The other one, I’ve not had the pleasure of. Come to think about it, hands off of her. She’s mine for the night, unless Tail gets to her first.”

“I’m giving my dick a night off,” I said, throwing my cards down. “I fold.”

“Why? You have a herpes outbreak?” asked J.T.

“If I got herpes, it was from your mother,” I replied. “By the way, how’s her mouth doing? I think I gave her lock-jaw when your old man was out of town.”

He flipped me off.

Hoss chuckled. “I should send you in to visit my mom over at the Riverdale Nursing Home. She could use some excitement in her life.”

“Tail’s banned from all the nursing homes in Jensen,” said Chopper. “Why do you think he’s really giving his dick a night off?”

They all roared with laughter.

***

I decided to take off around twelve-thirty. I’d only had a handful of beers and had lost over fifty dollars in poker.

“You okay to drive?” asked J.T. as I got up to leave.

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

He gave me a look of uncertainty.

“Seriously, I’m good to go, brother.”

“Okay,” he replied, still looking a little doubtful. “Call me tomorrow.”

“Will do.”

It was a cool night and the breeze sobered me up. On the way home, I decided to swing by Lauren’s. I told myself it was to check up on her. To make sure she was okay. The truth was that I was becoming a little obsessed, which both fascinated and irritated me. Most of the time, I never gave a second thought to a girl I’d already had. But not this one. In fact, there was something different about Lauren that intrigued me. She’d been on my mind the entire time I’d been playing cards, which was probably the reason I’d lost money.

After pulling up into the driveway, I shut off the engine and walked around to the back of the house, stopping in my tracks when I noticed a person in the pool.

It was Lauren.

She appeared to be doing laps and she also appeared to be… naked.

I grinned wickedly.

Chapter 13

Lauren

I had just completed my seventh lap in the pool when I felt someone else jump into the water, scaring the living shit out of me.

“Oh, my God, what are you doing here?” I shrieked, swimming away from Taylor.

“I was in the mood for a swim and decided to drop by,” he said, moving closer to me.

“After midnight?”

“You’re swimming after midnight,” he reminded me.

“Yes, but I couldn’t sleep and needed to unwind. Besides, I live here and you don’t.”

“Technicalities,” he said, smiling. “So, do you always swim without a suit?”

“Only at night and when I’m supposed to be alone,” I said tightly. “Don’t get any closer.”

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before,” he answered, now swimming circles around me.

“You need to leave.”

His smile fell. “You really hate me that much?”

“I don’t hate you. I just…”

Taylor swam closer. “Just what?” he asked softly.

It was then that I noticed that he was as naked as I was. 

“We already went through this.”

“Did we?” Taylor asked, sliding his hands over my buttocks. He pulled me against his waist and I could feel his stiff penis tapping my stomach.

“What do you want from me?” 

“I… I don’t know,” he admitted. “All I know is that I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Don’t you really mean – you can’t stop thinking about having sex with me?” I asked wryly.

“It’s more than that,” he replied.

“How do you know?”

“I’ve already had sex with you and I’m not ready to move on. That hasn’t happened to me before. At least, not in a very long time.”

I sighed.

“Lauren, if you really want me to leave, I will,” he said, touching my breasts.

“I want you to.”

“You sure about that?” he asked, sliding his hand between my legs.

I moaned and told him that he wasn’t being fair.

“Sorry,” he said, not looking sorry at all.

“We should get out of the pool,” I whispered.

“Are you kicking me out?”

“No,” I said, grabbing his cock. “Not anymore.”

He began moving us toward the shallow end. When his feet could touch, he pulled my legs around his waist and began kissing me. I opened my mouth to his and sighed in pleasure as he cupped both of my breasts, squeezing them firmly. Then his tongue was on my nipples, licking and biting the nubs, sending delicious waves of pleasure all the way to my clit.

“I want to feel you inside of me,” I said, feeling his cock slide between my inner thighs.

He moved his hips back and forth a few times, his penis rubbing against my sex.

I tried positioning myself so that it would slide in, but he had other plans. Taylor picked me up in his arms and carried me out of the pool, setting me down on the padded wicker sectional. Kneeling down, he pulled my thighs apart, leaned between them, and began licking my slit.

“Sweet Jesus,” I moaned, sliding my fingers into his wet hair.

Taylor stroked and teased my clit with his tongue, eventually adding his fingers until I was bucking and gasping from his ministrations.

“Yes!” I cried, pulling at his hair. The orgasm was much more intense than the one he’d given to me in the truck and I was still trying to catch my breath when he grabbed me by the hips and plunged his cock deep inside of me. We both gasped in pleasure.

Staring down at me, he pulled out and did it again, this time going deeper.

I cried out.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, looking concerned.

“No. Keep going,” I whispered, running my hands over his muscular, tattooed pecs.

Gripping my hips firmly, he thrusted into me again and again, both of us grunting and gasping in pleasure.

“Does this feel good?” he growled.

“Yes,” I said as he continued fucking me.

“Turn over,” he ordered after a few more seconds. “I want to feel you at every angle.”

I got on my knees and he began fucking me from behind, one hand on my breast, the other pulling my hair back. This position allowed him to go deeper and it didn’t take long before I was screaming out another orgasm. Taylor quickly followed, spilling his warm seed inside of me.

“Holy shit,” he gasped, still holding me against his rapidly beating heart. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life.”

Closing my eyes, I collapsed underneath him, my legs shaking. “It was amazing.”

He pulled out of me. “Thank goodness you’re still on the pill, right?”

I decided to mess with him. “Why would I be on the pill? I haven’t been dating anyone since I’ve moved back to Jensen.”

His face grew serious. “You’re shitting me?”

Smiling, I stood up. “Relax. I’m kidding. Yes, I’m on the pill.”

Taylor looked so relieved it was almost comical. “Good. We’re both too young for kids.”

“I don’t know about being too
young
. I’m going to be twenty-seven next month.”

“Well, hell… you’re an old maid,” he joked. “Nothing left for you now but cats, cable, and Pinterest.”

“I like Pinterest. I’ve found a lot of amazing recipes on there.”

“You can cook?”

“I can hold my own,” I replied, slipping into my robe. I actually enjoyed cooking and had once worked part-time in a deli, back when I was going to college. All of the salads and desserts had been hand-made, mostly by me. It hadn’t paid well, but I had enjoyed working there.

“Then you might not be ready to be put out to pasture just yet,” he teased.

I grabbed the towel I’d brought with me and wound it up. “Pasture, huh? I’ll show you pasture,” I said, snapping him in the stomach with it.

“Ow! You bitch!” he hollered, laughing.

“I think someone needs another whipping!”

“Don’t you dare!”

“Come on,
Tail
. Let’s see what you got!”

“I think you
know
what I’ve got, woman. And I’m going to nail you hard with it.”

My eyes drifted down to his penis, which was stiffening up again. He gripped it in his hand and pointed it at me. “Just remember, you brought this upon yourself.”

Oh crap.

Smiling wickedly, Taylor tried pulling the towel from me but not before I managed to snap him with it again. 

“Okay, that’s it.” He charged at me like a bull, sending us both into the water where we spent the next hour, splashing, playing, and making love once again, like two horny teenagers.