Starting Over (A Motorcycle Club BDSM Dark Romance) (2 page)

“No, I just moved.”

“Well, I’ll figure out some way to get you here on time, even if I have to pick you up myself, but I need you here on time, or early. I’ll have one of the guys take you home, or wherever you need to go. Alright?”

“Okay.” She said, finally, nodding.

“Good. I may not have hired you, but I’ll get you in shape yet.” He nodded before opening the door for her.

Damn, coming from anyone else, that would have pissed her off, but somehow. She liked it.

His anger made her feel in control. Make her angry.

Made her want to run over there and do inappropriate things to a man she just met. Things that were degrading and wrong. And completely contrary to what she should want. But just the
thought
of him taking control, of her fighting control, well, it made her blush.

She didn’t even know this man. And he was her boss.

Shit.

“Thanks.”

***

Three weeks of working with Ryker didn’t break any of the tension. The man was still angry, confrontational, and grouchy.

But he wasn’t a bad guy. Hell the tension between them had been through the roof the last few days, the jabs they threw at each other trying to cover up the clear attraction that they were both feeling.

The faint smell of gasoline mixed with motor oil was just pungent enough to be comforting as it filled Tessa’s nostrils. Ryker was going to be late. Instead he left his garage open for a couple of friends to come by and work on their own bikes.

Still, she didn’t mind getting paid to babysit a bunch of overgrown boys on days like today, while they tinkered with their toys, and she liked the atmosphere. It wasn’t much, just a concrete building on the side of the road that had a nice little sign that said “Bikes and Cages”.  Jenny was right, he got good business from a couple of motorcycle clubs in town.

   The sleazy bikers that paid to work in his space didn’t bother her. Besides, Cynthia paid better than any other joint in town, and she got an all access view of some of the more handsome men she had ever seen. Ryker was among them, though she tried not to look.

She wasn’t interested in anyone. Didn’t want anyone. Especially after what happened with Damon.

Still, Tessa couldn’t help but look. Especially when they got hot and took their shirts off to cool down while working on their bikes.

Something about sweat and grease awakened things that should have been dead.

Leaning against the counter, she sighed. No one had been in all day, except for Mack, a grandfather-type that brought her coffee every morning and sat around it chit-chatting until the bar opened. He was a nice enough bar-fly, but then 11 AM hit and he was gone. Being alone could be relaxing, but at this point in the day it was starting to get a little boring.

As soon as she heard the rumble of a big bike pull into the parking lot she got excited. Finally, some action. Tessa got up and peaked through the blinds on the large bay window, just in time to see her boss pull off his helmet and start into the garage.

“Anyone here?” He called out as he opened the bay door and started walking towards the office.

Tessa propped herself up against the door jam and smiled. “Just me.”

“Yeah. Me. Told you I was going to be in late, but it looks like the bank was more on top of their shit than I thought they’d be.” He was always a little sarcastic with just a touch of flirt in him, but she usually ignored it.

“I think I can handle myself,” She teased.

“I bet you can.”  It wasn’t a compliment. Typical. She shouldn’t have been shocked at the way he talked to her, but she was. Three weeks and he was still just as standoffish as he was the first day.

And the implied insults never stopped.

His eyes were a strong shade of emerald green, something she had never noticed before.

“Hey, you wanna give me a hand? This is really a two person job, and I thought Eli would be in today, but he called off,  and that other dunderhead I hired hasn’t shown up for work in three days.” Ryker looked positively irritated to have to ask.

“Me?”

“What? It isn’t going to be that hard, Tessa. I need someone. Besides, what the hell am I paying you for it I can’t even get the help I need?”

“Depends. Do you want me to actually help, or are you just looking for someone to bitch at?” It was an honest question. One she couldn’t help but ask.

Was that a hint of a smile?

“A little bit of both. You in?”

“Maybe.” She smiled and followed him, almost shocked at her own behavior. They’d been in a standoff for weeks. Was this the first sign that he was going to give in?

Ryker was her boss. Tessa tried hard not to notice the way his thick muscles and dark hair made him look serious and sexy. Hell, she never so much as gave him a second, well okay, a third glance. He was totally off limits, and she was recovering.

Hiding.

No guy should even be on her radar right now.

But Jenny did say she needed a rebound… and maybe she was a little too bored.

Tessa didn’t know much about bikes. She hadn’t been around long enough learn about them, and she didn’t really care very much. Riding them was fun, at least it was when she was a teenager, but working on them? She was glad to leave it to the boys.

“You mind bending down and getting that wrench for me?” Ryker asked as he looked up from his position laying down next to the motorcycle. He was working on something and he must have needed it.

She bent down, reaching for it.

“Wow, she does know how to work.”

Tessa jumped up quickly, and threw the wrench at his gut. He made a small
oof
noise, and when she looked over at him he was grinning wickedly. He was hot, like damn, fucking, hot. How had she missed that before? She looked him over, biting her lip as she realized what a man he had become. His black t-shirt was skin tight, showing every curve of his muscles as he worked. He was the right kind of built, lean with minimal bulk, but all muscle.

“I could say the same about you,” She said, making the decision to take it further. She didn’t know how much to push, but she was having too much fun playing the game. “I thought you only sulked around here, yelling at helpless kids, and acting like an ass.”

Shit. Did that really just come out of her mouth?

The sexual tension between them had erupted over the past week. Yeah, she tried to ignore it, but now they were openly, and aggressively, angry flirting with one another.

Shit. That was going to ruin everything.

“Look, I don’t know what you are playing at, little girl, but you need to stop. You have no idea what you are doing to me. What these little barbs.”

“What, they make you want me as much as I want you?”

“What?”

“I’m not a little girl. I’m a grown ass woman, and I’ve been through a whole hell of a lot, Ryker. I don’t want a man who is going to pussy foot around, even though I’ve been hurt. I want a man who is going to be rough. Strong. Are you that man?”

“What are you talking about, Tessa? I want you to be clear in this. Are you saying you want me?”

“I want you. I want to slam my mouth against that mean, nasty, critical mouth and I want you to fuck me until I’m numb. Until it all hurts. Until nothing hurts.” The words were flowing out of her mouth like she’d never heard them before.

Before she knew it he grabbed her and pulled her in for the exact kiss he was talking about. It was rough and it was mean and it was exactly what she wanted. Teeth scraping seething anger and passion all folded into one in that very kiss.

“I’m not gentle, Tessa. I’m rough. I like it rough. I like it dark. I like all the mean, nasty gritty parts of sex, and I don’t back down from it. Can you handle that?”

She could. As long as it was just in the bedroom.

“You hurt women outside of that?”

“Fuck no. Never. But you might get hurt when we are fucking.”

“It’s a chance I’m willing to take.”

“Well, why the fuck not?” She heard him whisper.

Ryker pushed himself away from the bike and stood up, his hands greasy as he looked her over. “I think I just found something a little more exciting to pay attention to.”

She felt emboldened. “Sure beats handing you tools all day.”

The lupine glint in his eyes made her lose her breath as he took a step towards her and grabbed her, the grease on his hand smearing her shirt. “Well, it looks like that shirt has to go, just a little bit too dirty to keep wearing.”

She grinned at him and pulled off her shirt, revealing a black bra with light pink lace overlay on it. If anyone walked in, including Eli, any of the staff, she was all but dead. That was what made her want to keep going. Tessa pushed against his chest just enough to provide a little resistance, then looked up at him, sex in her eyes. She was already dripping wet.

“You better be careful, little girl. I won’t back down.” His breath was heavy as he breathed on her. She could smell all of him, and it only made her want him more. “I’ve been dreaming about this day you came blundering into my office. You didn’t notice me. Too smart for a guy like me. Too driven. You were going somewhere, and someone like me wasn’t going to stop you.”

She was a little shocked. Tessa had never known. Never knew he wanted her. That he thought about her.

“I’m gonna fuck you, Tessa. Just like you need. It won’t be gentle. You’ve been a bad girl, flaunting yourself all over the garage. So many guys looking you over, wanting what they can’t have. Now that I’ve got you, you need punishing.” He was wicked, she could see it in his eyes.

And she embraced it.

When he bent down and kissed her it was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was rough. Raw. The force of his mouth parted her lips as his tongue swooped in and filled her mouth, taking complete control. She let go of any pretense that she had the upper hand, and moaned into the kiss, the scrape of his teeth on her lips only adding to that pleasure.

He unclasped her bra and pulled it off, grabbing her breast with his sullied hand. She was a curvy girl, 38DD, and her breasts were probably her best feature.

She let him pinch her nipple, his grasp hard as he ended the kiss. When she looked down she could see his handprint on her breast, and his fingerprint on the dark pink of her rosy nipple.

“Damn, Tessa. You are hot, even when you look like a greasy little brat
.
” He ground the word out and she moaned. She was a slut, at least she wanted to be. Wanted to be a whore. A dirty, nasty whore.

“You like that, huh? Well, that’s good, because I like my women to be feisty. Ain’t got an old lady, hell never wanted one, but damn if you are not positively sinful.” He pulled off his shirt and looked at her.

“You want me?” Ryker grabbed her by the hair, wrapping the long strands around his fist, and pulling her towards him.

Damn if she didn’t like that. She nodded, “Yes, Ryker.”

“Do you know how to please a man, Tessa?” His tone was a little gentler than she expected.

How did he know that she was inexperienced? She hesitated, worried about what he would do if she told him the truth. She had made out with boys, and once a girl, but she had never gone further than that. She wasn’t sheltered, or anything, she just wasn’t interested in most of the guys who were interested in her. They were never exciting enough. Never dark enough.

She shook her head, deciding to tell the truth. She’d been with Damon, but according to him, she never pleased him.

“I’ve tried, but I don’t think I know how.”

“That’s okay, I’ll teach you.” His eyes commanded her as he unbuckled his pants, the large belt buckle that had some kind of bike on it. Maybe Jenny was wrong, maybe he was part of some club.

He took his shirt and put it on the floor.

“Get on your knees, Tessa.”

She complied with him, kneeling on his shirt. It didn’t do much to soften the concrete floor, but it was probably better than the cold, rough surface.

He pushed his pants down just a little, enough to see the bulge in his boxer briefs. She licked her lips in anticipation, but it looked large. She had to imagine the size because of the cloth covering him.

“Are you ready for this, baby?” He asked as he reached a hand into his underwear and put it around his dick.

“I can’t wait to taste your cock, Ryker.” She meant it too, she wanted to taste him, to feel him in her mouth.

He pulled his cock out, the thick girth by itself too much to take in, but when she realized the length she shook her head. It was too big.

“I, I don’t think I can fit that inside of me. Anywhere.”

“Yes you can, just calm down. Take a hold of it, Tessa.” She grabbed his cock and moved her hand up and down his shift, almost expertly. She had seen enough to know what she was doing there. It felt so big in her hand, so thick. Her mouth watered just thinking about tasting him. Seeing that he liked it she increased her pace. She didn’t want him to think she was completely inexperienced.