Bike Curious (Black Phoenix MC) (3 page)

He slid the strap of my dress and bra strap down one shoulder and kissed there for a while. Then, he moved across my collar bone and attempted to do the same to the other side, but the neckline of my dress wasn’t that forgiving. Instead, I pulled down the zipper in the back of my dress and slipped my arms out of the straps, letting the fabric pool around my waist.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered.

I blushed, not just with my face, but with my whole body. Every inch of my skin flushed under his gaze.

He kissed me on the lips again, before returning to his exploration of my neck and upper chest. My breasts were aching with a need for something and, without stopping to consider what I was doing, I moved one of his hands to cup them. They were of a decent size, not massive, but not tiny either. He continued kissing, running his thumb across my nipple through my bra. I could already feel them pressing against the fabric of my bra, and his attention made that nipple become so hard it almost hurt to have it restrained. 

The wind picked up and ruffled my hair. It made the alert nerves in my skin tingle. Kissing down the line of my bra and up the other side, he started to fumble with the clasp on my bra, attempting to undo it. He finally got it unhooked and slid it down my arms. I tossed it aside, leaving my breasts exposed to the world and, more importantly, his gaze. He kissed down across my breast, circling around my nipples, almost like he was intentionally avoiding them.

As my chest started to heave toward him, my legs quaking with anticipation and excitement, I realized that was exactly what he was doing. “You want something, baby?” he asked innocently.

I nodded, almost panicked. What was my body doing? What was that I needed so badly right now? I knew how sex worked biologically, but this…this was something far different.

He brushed his tongue across my left nipple, and I let out a little moan of pleasure. “Is that what you want?”

“Uh-huh,” I whimpered, realizing in that moment that it was only the first taste of what I wanted. I wanted him inside me. Now. I started to feel a wetness on my panties, as my hips started to rock again. I could feel him respond through his jeans, but he just put a hand on my waist, stilling me.

“If we go too quickly, I could hurt you.” 

I nodded, assuming him to be the expert in this situation.

He started kissing and caressing my nipples, his mouth on one, his hand on another, tugging, teasing, taunting. My body could barely stand it. Even though he told me to hold still, my hips started to buck and squirm. “Please, Danny,” I begged.

His hand slowly trailed down my side, his mouth still on my nipple, sucking. He skipped over my dress and put his hand to my drenched panties. I gasped as his fingers made contact with something sensitive. He started to stroke, slowly, up and down my opening, focusing on whatever that little spot was. It felt round and hard as he moved over it, circling and teasing.

Then, I lost all track of what was going on. He pushed aside my panties and started running his fingers all over me, up and down, in and around, caressing and exciting me. I was begging for him, demanding for him. With surprising gentleness, he spun me around and laid me on the ground, quickly undoing his jeans and throwing them aside, his own underwear followed.

“Shirt, too,” I demanded, suddenly.

He grinned, pulled off his shirt, and sat before me in all of his glory. His chest and abs glistening with sweat, his eyes bright with anticipation, his cock erect and taunt.

I had never wanted anything so much.

He crouched over me. Then, with as much gentleness and controlled calmness as he could muster, he entered me. I gasped when he first touched me and then let out a series of moans, as he slid himself all the way in. Then, we were moving together, bodies intertwined, hearts beating as one.

A new sensation wracked my body, one of warmth, like a rising tide in my body. Then, suddenly, it broke. My muscles clenched and unclenched, while my mind was awash with his presence and this feeling of oneness. A few moments later, he collapsed next to me, his hand cupping my face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

I smiled at him and snuggled closer, letting his arms wrap around me and pull me close. The erotic and ethereal glow of the moon bathed upon both of us, keeping us safe. I wanted this moment to never end.

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Nothing changed in our relationship after our beautiful moment on the hill, except we had sex almost every night now. He showed me all sorts of things – I didn’t try to think about why he knew so much or where he learned it all – how to use my mouth, how to make my wishes known, how to control what happened, how and why my body was responding. He made me feel beautiful and wanted, a feeling I hadn’t experienced since my mother died.

Now, we didn’t always run away on his motorcycle to wander around the city. More often than not, we just stayed in my bedroom. My father was starting to spend nights in the office. Plus, the staff went home around eight, after dinner was finished, since I was now an adult and capable of taking care of myself. As a result, we had free reign of the house. For a few weeks, I tried to find out from my father or, more often than not, his secretary, if or when he was going to be home that night, but eventually I got lazy.

We were snuggled up on the couch eating pizza and watching a movie on the massive flat screen that no one ever used when I heard the gate opening and a car pulling up. “My dad,” I whispered, turning the TV down. “Get up to my bedroom, now!” I threw his jacket and shoes at him and hurried him out of the room, just in time for Dad to walk through the door.

“Hi, Dad,” I said, trying to act normal. “How was work?”

“You know, same old, same old.” He headed straight to the kitchen.

“I ordered a pizza, if you want some.”

“No, I think I just want a beer. Then, I’ll head to bed. I have an early morning tomorrow. Press conference.”

“That sounds thrilling.”

He shrugged. “You gotta do what you gotta do.”

“Such is life, I guess.”

The conversation trailed off awkwardly. My whole life was wrapped up in Danny and Dad’s whole life was wrapped up in his dual job as mayor and CEO. We no longer had anything to talk about. We were only bond by the fact his wife was also my mother, and presumably he had something to do with my existence.

The realization crashed upon me suddenly, as I watched my graying and balding father drink his beer and stare out the window. Suddenly, all pretense fled from me and I realized what we, what he, had become. He didn’t love me. He paraded me around on TV and in campaigns when it was useful. Sometimes he even went so far to offer me to competitors – in politics or business – as a sort of medieval-style marriage contract. I was nothing more than a pawn in his game. Why had I never had sleep overs or boyfriends or gone to parties? I hadn’t even been allowed to go to prom. I’m sure if he could, he would continue to enforce all the strict rules I lived under in high school on me now. But he couldn’t, not legally anyway. Breaking all of the rules with Danny had opened my eyes. This man was nothing more than my jailer! What did it matter what he knew.

“I’m seeing someone,” I said suddenly.

“What?”

“A boy. Danny, Daniel.”

“You know the rules about that,” he said quietly. His anger was quiet, then it exploded.

“I’m almost twenty years old, Dad, I can live my own life.”

“And who is this boy? I don’t know any Daniels. What family is he from?”

“He’s not from any
family
. He’s just a normal guy.” I decided to leave out the parts about us meeting through his own robbery and that he was in a motorcycle gang.

“Normal? You can’t be seen with just some
normal
guy. You have to set a standard, an example. The whole city looks to you to be a guidance on all sorts of things, just like they looked to your mother. If you are seen cavorting around with some good for nothing lowlife scum…”

“He is not scum! I don’t care what you say about people – or me. They are not all bad. This one is quite nice and wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.”

“And what about me? How is this hurting me?”

I scoffed. “That’s what this has always been about, isn’t it? Your political career and making sure you had the chance to find the best place and best position around. You always want to make your life as simple as possible. Well, guess whose life got lost in the shuffle somewhere? Mine.” I stormed out of the kitchen and toward my bedroom.

“Danny,” I said, barging in to find him sitting at my desk, fingers laced together anxiously, “we are leaving. Not through the tree. Through the front door. My father is going to see that you are a good man and that he shouldn’t be ashamed of you.”

Danny’s face became pale. “I’m not so sure that’s a great idea,” he protested.

“No, it probably isn’t, but we are doing it anyway. I’m not going to be dictated by my father’s rules.” I grabbed his hand and stormed down the staircase. “Father, I’m going out,” I shouted. “And I’m not coming back!”

“How dare you! You won’t last a minute out there. You can’t do anything on your own!” he yelled back, charging toward me.

“I know. Who made me that way? Who never let me leave the house or experience life or do anything? At least Danny lets me have a measure of freedom!”

“You aren’t going anywhere. I have a scandal-free life. I’m not letting you run off with some random kid off the street. I’m not going to let you ruin everything I’ve worked for.”

“Everything you’ve worked for? What about me? When have I even been allowed to work for anything? I’m nothing but a pawn in your petty games. You never loved me. Mom was the only reason you cared about me at all.” I pushed past him and through the front door.

“Where are we going?” Danny asked.

“I don’t care, anywhere. Don’t bring me back. Not ever.”

“As you wish,” he said, kissing me.

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Bianca hated those Merrick boys. She wasn’t alone.
They were nothing but trouble, but no one dared stand up to them. Look at one Merrick cross-eyed and before you knew it you were at war with the whole clan. She kept to herself and bit her tongue when they wrecked her diner on a regular schedule. It was a small price to pay to stay on Merricks’ good side. 
Braden Foster never was much good at keeping his opinions to himself. 
The leader of a nomadic band of bikers, Braden was accustomed to facing trouble head on, usually with fists. Occasionally with a crowbar. This policy didn’t win him many friends, but it rarely mattered. He never stuck in one place long enough to weather the consequences. 
That was before he came to the aid of a pretty lady restaurateur.
He figured he’d at least earned a cup of coffee for his trouble, but when he stepped between the Merrick boys and Bianca’s diner, he lit a spark that threatened to burn the whole town to ashes. It was up to him to put it out. 
Bianca knew a gathering storm when she saw one.
But which was more frightening: the storm between Braden and the Merricks, or the one brewing in her heart for a man arguably more dangerous than the Merricks themselves?

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