Tommy: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Romance

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

About This Book

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

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"I
don’t care any more. I’m taking control of my life. I’m letting myself go. I’m succumbing to whatever womanly urges I want...”

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A
fter my boyfriend decides that we can't live together any longer because he doesn't think it looks good in the eyes of the church, I decide to take a little road trip to see my sister in California.

I was completely devastated by Justin's decision and I figured that some sunshine and the beach will help to clear my mind of my relationship problems.

On the evening that I finally arrive, I decide to do a little exploring on my own. But what starts as a relaxed evening at a local bar, quickly turns interesting, when the leader of an outlaw biker gang, Tommy, picks me up and throws me on the back of his motorcycle.

The feeling of danger immediately turns me on and I find myself attracted to this complete stranger. Out of my comfort zone, but safely in the hands of his muscular biker, I begin to feel a freedom that I've never felt before.

But where will Tommy take me on his motorcycle? And can I possibly allow him to have his way with me,
hard and without protection
, or will Tommy even give me an option?

My simple little life was about to take a drastic turn...

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A
s soon as I stepped outside, I felt a strong hand grab my wrist. It startled me and caused me to squeal out loudly. I quickly glanced over to see the man who had been staring me down at the bar.

He stood much taller than I did and his blue eyes seemed to shine even more brightly now that I was close to him. A devilish smirk crossed his face as he looked me up and down, giving me a slow and deliberate once over.

“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to pull my wrist away.

It was completely useless, though. His grip was far too strong. He stood silently in front of me, smiling at me.

“Who are you?” I shouted, my voice getting louder.

I glanced around, but there was nobody outside. I was alone with this stranger and I had no idea what to do.

Finally, though, he spoke up.

“Come with me,” he commanded.

Then he began walking quickly toward the back of the building, still gripping my wrist firmly. I did my best to keep up, but I was tripping over my own feet the entire time.

“What’s going on?” I asked. “Please, just let me go.”

My heart began to beat through my chest as a huge wave of anxiety coursed through me.

Where is he taking me?

The stranger didn’t slow his pace down one bit, though, despite my struggling. I looked up at his back, noticing the large emblem of a skull that was sewn to his leather vest. Underneath, it read “The Siblings Of Freedom.”

Instantly, I felt my stomach drop. The awkward little man who I had danced with earlier wasn’t joking when he had told me that these men were dangerous. Clearly, they weren’t afraid of taking whatever they wanted,
whenever
they wanted.

“Sir, what are you doing? Where are you taking me?” I asked, my voice getting louder with each word.

We finally got to the back of the building and he let my wrist go. I was relieved, but only for a moment. He immediately grabbed me by my waist with one arm and put me on the back of a motorcycle.

“We’re going for a ride,” he said.

Then before I even had a chance to respond, he hopped on the bike and started it up. It let out a deafening roar and then the seat began to vibrate between my legs. I started to climb off, but he quickly put it in gear and tore out of the parking lot.

Shit.

I had no choice but to hang onto him. If I didn’t, I would have fallen right off the back.

In an instant, we were out of the parking lot and turning onto the street. I glanced over to see my car, which was parked nearby.

I shouldn’t have come here...

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J
ust three months after moving in with my boyfriend, Justin, he decided that it would be best if we found our own places to live until we were officially married.

“You’re kicking me out?!” I shouted, as he began pulling my clothes out of the closet and putting them into my suitcase.

“Chelsea,” he said, in his usual calm and paced tone. “We talked about this. I’ve just become head Bishop at the church and you know that they look down on couples who live together before they’re married.”

I took a step back and then sat on the foot of the bed. Tears began to fill my eyes as the reality of the situation set in.

“Justin,” I said, doing my best to keep the tears from falling down my cheeks. “You can’t actually be serious. You’re putting the church ahead of us? I thought we were supposed to be together. You said we were soul mates. What do you care what people think about us?”

My words continued getting louder as the frustration filled my body. Justin continued packing my suitcase, which hadn’t even been in the house long enough to collect dust. He didn’t seem swayed by my arguments at all.

“Honey, I’m sorry,” he said, without even giving me a glance. “This just has to be done...at least until we’re married. Which will be soon, I promise.”

I rolled my eyes at him.

Yeah, soon. That’s what you said three years ago.

“Where in the hell am I supposed to go, Justin?” I asked. “Back to my parent’s?”

He nodded in agreement.

“I think that would be great.”

I shook my head in annoyance and responded, “I was joking, Justin. I think I’m a little old to be moving back in with Mom and Dad. I don’t think they want their daughter, who’s in her mid-30’s, living with them again.”

Justin reached into the pocket of his black slacks that he always wore to church. He pulled out his checkbook and then walked over to the dresser, grabbing a pen. Then he quickly signed the first five checks and handed them to me.

“Chelsea, there is all the money you could need right here,” he said. “I’ll help you find an apartment or whatever it takes. I still want to be together, it’s just not the right time for us to be living under the same roof.”

I reached my hand out and hesitantly accepted the blank checks.

“Not the right time, Justin?” I asked. “Is that what
you
think, or is that what the
church
thinks?”

He didn’t respond to my loaded question, because I think he realized that I already knew the answer.

“Chelz,” he said. “Just please calm down. This is only a temporary thing and I promise that we’ll get it figured out. It’s going to take some time, but we’ll make it right, both in the eyes of God and in the eyes of the church.”

I stood up from the bed and began pacing back and forth. There was too much energy inside of me and I couldn’t sit still any longer.

“What about in
my
eyes, Justin?” I shouted. “Does that matter at all? Do I, as your loving girlfriend of five years, have any say in the matter? Or does your church determine every choice that you make?”

Finally, Justin stopped pulling my clothes from the closet. He put his hands on his hips and stared at me. I could tell that what I had said had made him angry.

“I’ve tried to remain calm through this,” he said. “But I don’t appreciate you insinuating that I don’t have the power to make my own decisions in life.”

I laughed sarcastically.

“Really?” I asked. “Then prove me wrong, Justin. Show me that you can make your own decisions like a big boy. Unpack my things and let me stay here, just like we had planned before you became the all-mighty head Bishop.”

“Don’t make fun of my new position in the church, Chelsea,” he snapped back at me. “And don’t think that I’m going to let you manipulate me into changing my mind. It’s final. The choice has been made. You’re getting your own place until we get married and then we will live
happily ever after.”

The last three words he spoke, he emphasized. His voice was strained and forced, making his words seem insincere. He stared at me for a moment longer and then turned around and zipped up my suitcases.

“Let me help you carry these to your car,” he said.

The tears that had been building in my eyes were gone. The sorrow was quickly being replaced by a feeling of anger.

“You’re a coward,” I said.

Then I quickly stepped past him and snatched my suitcases off of the floor. Without even giving him a hug or a kiss goodbye, I turned around and began making my way to the car, leaving Justin standing there by himself in the house that was supposed to be ours.

The tears that I had been doing my best to hide immediately began to flow down my face as soon as I started up the car and backed out of the driveway. The reality was hitting me harder by the second.

Justin isn’t going to change his mind.

I glanced over at the blank checks that were laying on the passenger seat.

“What am I supposed to do?” I whispered. “Where am I supposed to go?”

I looked at the clock on the dashboard. It was almost midnight and I doubted that I could get a decent hotel anywhere. I started thinking about some of my girlfriend’s who maybe I could call, but I didn’t want to wake them up in the middle of the night just to deal with my drama.

Damn...I may not have a choice...

It was becoming pretty clear that I didn’t have a lot of options. So, as I pulled away from the house, watching it get smaller in the rear view mirror, I decided to swallow my pride and call my parents.

“At least they’ll give me a place to sleep,” I said, as I picked up my cell phone and searched through my contact list. “But I’ll only stay there one night. Then I’ve got to figure out something else.”

My mom picked up the phone almost immediately and I could hear the concern in her voice.

“Chelsea, it’s almost midnight,” she said, in her motherly tone. “Is everything okay?”

I took a deep breath as I tried to hold back another wave of tears. Hearing my mother’s voice made me feel like I could safely release some of my emotion.

“No, Mom,” I said. “Nothing is okay. Justin doesn’t want to live with me any more. My bags are packed in the trunk of my car and I have nowhere to go.”

She was silent for a moment. I was sure that she was shocked by the news. Justin and I rarely got into arguments and it was never anything this extreme. After a few seconds, though, she spoke up.

“I’m so sorry, honey. Come over here right now. You can stay in the guest bedroom.”

With one hand on the steering wheel, I used the other to wipe the tears from my cheeks.

“Thanks, Mom,” I said.

Then I hung up the phone and pointed my car in the direction of the only other place that I had ever called my home: my parent’s house.

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T
hat night, as I lay in the stiff bed in my parent’s guest bedroom, all I could do was think about Justin. My life felt like it was beginning to crumble and I had no idea what I should do.

How could he do this to me?

As much as I loved him, I couldn’t help but to also blame him for the situation. His church...
our
church...didn’t approve of a couple living together out of wedlock and certainly not if the man in the relationship happened to be a Bishop.

There was, of course, no real logic behind any of it, except that the church didn’t want to have a metaphorical black eye if people thought that the head Bishop was some sort of sinner.

“It’s so ridiculous,” I whispered, my voice cutting the still-ness of the quiet room. “This whole goddamn state is ridiculous.”

I immediately rolled over to my side, hoping to find a comfortable enough position to allow me to finally fall asleep. With my face turned to the wall, I brought my eyes up to a painting that had been there as far back as I could remember.

I had probably laid eyes upon that painting a thousand times, but I don’t think that until that night, I ever actually
saw
it.

My eyes moved from the frame, to the center of the painting, where a young girl was drawn, laying on the beach with the sun shining over her tan body.