Crotch Rocket: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance (2 page)

Great, he’s here again
, I found myself rolling my eyes as Jacob walked through the door.  I can’t stand his stupid attractive face.  I know his band of motorcycle buddies think they’re doing my parents store a great service by keeping them in business, but sometimes the cost just isn’t worth it.  Emotionally I felt disgusted by his very existence, but other parts of my body…well, they have never felt the same way.  Seeing him meant a mix of confusing feelings as my annoyance and disgust rolled around with my desire and lust.  I wanted him, I had wanted him since the first time I saw him when I was twelve years old.  He was two grades higher but that never mattered much to my teenaged hormones.  Now I’d been suffering through ten years of wanting to see his body laid out before me, ten years of wanting to climb on top of him and ride him like he rides a motorcycle, ten years of battling my raging hormones and mixed emotions.  I glanced at the box of dishwasher soap in my hand and briefly considered throwing it at him. 

Just the sight of him had me soaking my panties and I hated it.  I wanted every inch of me to loathe him but I couldn’t force myself to react any other way.  The second I saw him my heart fluttered and I could feel my face flushing.  If he walked up to me right now and said that he wanted me, I’d be his.  Sure, I’d give him a hard time, and he’d have to work for it.  In the end I’d let him drag me into the back room and have his dirty way with me.  I’d do anything he wanted.  I would do any slutty depraved thing he wanted.  I know he’s a bad boy, and I know he gets around, but my body could care less.   

For a brief moment before I forced myself to remember my repulsion, I envisioned him naked.  His tight muscular body, his rippling abs, the light sprinkling of hair that was bound to lead to his hard cock, him rising over top of me as he pushed himself inside of me.  I imagined wrapping my legs around his hips as I moved in sync with his thrusts.  I closed my eyes and licked my lips as I imagined his skin on mine, the heat of his breathe on my neck, the feel of his tongue as he worked his way down…down…until he was driving his tongue inside of me.  I smiled as the skin along my arms prickled. 

“Umm…. Hello?” a smooth deep voice said bringing me out of my fantasy.  My eyes bolted open to find Jacob waving his hand in front of my face.  “Am I interrupting something?  It looked like you were thinking about something good,” he said with a sly grin that I wanted to smack off of his handsome face.

“No,” I said already hearing the edge of annoyance in my voice.  “What do you want?” I asked as I walked off towards the shelf with the dish soap.  I figured I could use it as an excuse not to look at him. 

“Wow, such a bitch for someone so pretty.  How come I haven’t seen you around here before?  Are you someone new they hired?” he teased as he followed me.  I could already smell his dark musky scent and it was driving my senses wild.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I said exasperated.  “You’ve seen me a hundred times before!  We went to school together.  This is my parents store.  I help you every single time you come in.”

“Nah…are you sure?” he said leaning forward to lean against the shelving.

“You can’t be serious.  Are you being serious?” I said narrowing my gaze on his Adams apple as it rose and fell in his throat.  I wanted to take it in my teeth and bite it.  I wanted to feel him squirm.  My mouth dropped open as I continued to imagine the taste of him.  “Look, this store has bigger issues than your Alzheimer’s and your little crew of troublemakers,” I said as I reached upwards attempting to place the box where it belonged on the shelf.  Somehow I managed to bump the shelf where it connected to the supports and succeeded in knocking the entire thing down.  It was frustrating and embarrassing all at the same time.  It seemed as if everything moved in slow motion as the contents of the shelf fell one by one and Jacob jumped back to avoid being hit.

“I’m serious, but it’s cool,” he said with a laugh as he bent to help pick up the various boxes.  He wasn’t being serious; he did remember her.  The truth was that he enjoyed coming here for the club errands because it meant he got to see her.  He could get busy with any woman in town, except her.  Every time he flirted and worked his charm she would rebuff him like he was nothing at all.  “What do you mean by bigger issues?” he asked growing curious.  “Here, let me help you fix this shelf while you explain these so called issues.”

“I can do it myself.  Besides I’m a little busy,” I said deciding I didn’t want to spill the beans as I placed my hand firmly on the metal shelf and attempted to hoist it back up myself.  Unfortunately, his hand was also on holding the shelf and I managed to place my hand down onto his.  Like an expert he flipped his hand so that his was on top in the span of a second. He seductively slid his fingers between mine and held my hand steady as we lifted the shelf together.  His hands were large and fully engulfed mine.  I couldn’t help but notice how closer our bodies were.  I could feel the heat of him as it seeped through my shirt.  He grinned as my breath audibly hitched in my throat.

“There, all set.  Now you’re no longer busy and if there’s something going on with the store I need to know about it,” he said angling his face in a way that accentuated his chiseled jawline.  He looked around.  “In fact, it looks like I’m the only one here.  So why don’t you go ahead and tell me and get it over with,” he continued as his thumb slid between our hands and worked my palm. 

I hadn’t even realized we were still holding hands and I quickly ripped my hand from his grip.  “Listen, I don’t want to tell you.  The whole thing is your fault.”

“My fault? Like, as in, my personal fault?” he asked as he reached forward and stroked my cheek.  “You had a bit of dust,” he said as his blue eyes bore deep into mine. 

“Yeah, you and your bullshit club,” I whispered with as much anger as I could muster.  He seemed oblivious to my fury as his hand caressed my cheek down to my chin.

“For one, it’s not
my
bullshit club,” he said as he leaned in closer.  “As a matter of fact, I’m not even a member of the Mischief Makers Motorcycle Club,” he said closing the gap between us.  His soft lips brushed against my jaw and made my entire body shiver.

“Not a part of it?  Are you ever not completely full of shit?  Aren’t you here right now to get beer for the club that you’re supposedly not even a part of?” I asked as he continued to kiss along my jaw.  I knew I should push him away.  I knew I needed to make him stop, but I couldn’t do it.  My entire body was responding to his touch and his kisses were one of the greatest things I’d ever felt.

“Beer, yes, part of the club, no,” he answered as he used his thumb to tilt my chin upwards.  In between kisses he continued, “My dad runs the whole thing which I know you’re aware of, but I’m not officially a member yet.  They’re supposed to be discussing it now and that’s actually why I’m here.  They told me I had to get out of the place.”

“Uh huh,” I responded.  I was trying to find the right thing to say but my mind was swimming and coming up with anything coherent was becoming increasingly difficult.  “That’s all well and good but it doesn’t make me want to discuss this with you.  You’re still connected to the club which means it’s still all your fault.”  I placed my hands to his chest intent on pushing him away.  Instead, his strong hands wrapped around my wrists and he pushed my arms up against the shelf we’d just fixed.

“Well if it’s all my fault then why don’t you tell me what it is so I can try and solve the problem.”  He was giving me a look,
the
look that could melt ice on a glacier.  I didn’t want to succumb to his demands but he had a point.  It was his fault, and the clubs fault, maybe they should be the ones to fix it.

“Fine.  Ok, if you really want to know, I’ll tell you.”

“Good,” he said with a grin.  “But first, we need to go
s
omewhere.”  He lowered my arms and began to pull me towards the back room where we stored their alcohol supply.  He pushed open the heavy rubber flaps that served as the door and pushed me up against a pallet of beer. “You know what I think?” he said his breath heavy on my neck as he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “I think you need to get laid.” 

My chest heaved as I took in his words.  The feel of his body had my skin prickling as the area between my thighs grew wetter.
 

“Do you feel that?” he asked as he thrust my hand down between his hips. 

“Yes,” I answered quietly as my fingers traced his hardness.  He groaned lightly and then turned me to face the pallet as he ground his hips against my backside.

“I’m so hard for you,” he commented as his hand snaked around my body to grip my breast. 

I knew I should stop him.  I knew I should cry out and that I should push him away but it felt so good.  Instead I stayed completely motionless as his other hand snaked around my body and up the inside of my shirt.  I could feel the bare skin of his fingertips on my breast as he pulled one cup of my bra down and replaced it with his hand.  My nipple instantly hardened beneath his touch and I couldn’t help myself as my body fell back against him.  His tongue flicked my ear and teased down my neck.  My mind reeled in a jumble of wanton desire as it sought to take in what was happening.

Catching a grasp on reality I whispered, “Wait.”  It was so quiet that I wondered if he had even heard it as his other hand reached up to pull down the remaining bra cup.  His two hands clasped both of my tits as he hungrily sucked my neck.  “I can’t,” I continued attempting to be more forceful.  Yet he didn’t stop – and I didn’t want him to.  He removed a single hand and undid the button of his jeans.  I could hear the Zzzt sound of his zipper as it slid down.  Seconds later both of his hands were gripping the hem of my skirt, and with little resistance the fabric slid upwards in folds around my hips.  “I hate you,” I gasped as he ground his hardness against my backside.  His fingers worked their way inside of the fabric of my panties and pulled them to the side. 

I heard him laugh lightly as he listened to my words.  He knew I didn’t mean them.  At the same moment they were leaving my lips I was pressing myself back against him practically begging for him to thrust himself into me.  In fact, that was exactly what I was begging him for.  I could have said “no” a million times but my body was saying “yes, yes, yes”, and in that moment so was my mind.  The first and only time the two had agreed on anything having to do with Jacob.  Right then, mind and body both wanted to be filled with him and only him - his smell, his voice, his body, his cock.  All other thought drifted away and I found myself moaning as he pushed me forward over the beer stack.

I gasped as his cock pressed between my legs and slid between my moist lips.  I was so turned out that I couldn’t have stopped if I’d wanted to.  He kicked me legs wider as his hand gripped my shoulder to hold me steady.  With a single hard push, he thrust himself inside of me.  All of my teenage dreams were finally coming true.  He roughly pressed his hand to the back of my neck and held me down as he thrust into me hard and fast.  This wasn’t love making, but something about it was different…it wasn’t just fucking either.  As he thrust into me over and over, I could feel something deeper growing between us, something I couldn’t put a name to. 

I closed my eyes and listened to his passionate grunting.  I loved the sound of him as he pushed himself deeper and deeper.  Suddenly he released my neck and pulled my back up against his chest.  He pulled my head to the side and bit at my neck as he continued to move inside of me.  I couldn’t stop myself as I began to moan.  The feel of him was too much to bear.

“I’m going…I’m going to finish,” I gasped.

“Me too,” he replied as his mouth teased my collar bone.  “Let me feel you cum,” he whispered gruffly as he slammed himself in again. 

His words and the feeling of him inside of me were too much and I felt myself spilling over the edge and into oblivious.  My entire body shook and pulsed as my orgasm roared through my body.  I could feel myself clutching around him and with two more thrusts he was filling me.  I could feel the heat of him as he gave me stream after stream.  Then as quickly as it had started, it was over and he was pulling himself out of me and zipping up his jeans. 

I straightened my skirt and turned to face him.  I felt suddenly embarrassed about what had just happened despite the fact that he had instigated it.

“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way.  Tell me about your bigger problems so that I can take care of them for you.”

“We’ve been getting threats from your buddies.  They’ve been calling and saying they’re going to torch the store.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said holding up his hands.  “What buddies?”

“The other club you’re friends with.  The um…” I waved my hand in the air as I tried to remember.  “You know…they got a red devil on their jackets.  Crap, I dunno.  I can’t remember their names.”

“The El Diablo Rojas are not our buddies.  They’re our rivals.  They must have figured out that we run some business through the store.  I’ll mention the threats to my dad so he can take it up with the rest of the club and do something about it.  If you get any other threats, not matter how small they might seem, you should call me right away.  These guys are nasty and you don’t need to be dealing with their shit,” he said as he stepped forward and tilted my chin up.  He kissed me lightly and then backed away.

“Call you?”