The Bad Boys of Summer (59 page)

T
he sun seemed
to shine all the brighter the next morning when Harrison awoke with Clarice’s beautiful naked body tucked in his arms. They had retreated back to their temporary penthouse suite for the evening once their passions became too inflamed to fulfill out on the public beach. The resort was fairly uninhibited, but the beach was no place for the things they wanted to do to each other.

He held her close against him and planted sweet kisses along her head and face as she cooed her way out of sleep. She smelled like heaven.

“Baby,” he said against her ear. “We must get up, darling. Your friends will be waiting.”

“Mmmm,” groaned Clarice, nuzzling tighter against his chest. “Can’t they just come in here and say goodbye?”

“Certainly, as long as you’re fine with them seeing me naked.”

“They could stand to be a little jealous of me for once,” she giggled.

They fooled around in bed a little before Harrison finally insisted they get moving, knowing it wasn’t just Clarice’s friends, but also his parents, who were waiting to visit before they departed the island. They took a quick shower, got dressed, and headed down to the main lobby floor.

Harrison groaned when they came around the corner and saw that his parents were, again, already waiting for them. But so were Clarice’s lovely friends, and to see the delight in her eyes as she ran toward them made him endlessly happy.

Last night, after retreating to their room for hot make-up sex, both she and Harrison took a break to have meetings with their loved ones and tell them about the plan they had come up with. Harrison had to go through the difficulty of breaking his mother’s heart regarding her future grandchild — for which she rightly gave him a slap across the face — but she seemed soothed by his revelation that he had fallen in love with Clarice in earnest, and that her grandchild was at the most, delayed. He promised both of them to make their relationship better, as well, including semi-annual visits.

Clarice took her girls to dinner and then private shopping at the boutiques on Harrison’s tab, a gift he insisted would soften the blow when she told them she wouldn’t be returning to New York with them. She had saved up vacation time at work and intended to take it all right now, so that she and Harrison could begin laying the groundwork for her permanent move to Bali. She wouldn’t have to work at all, if she didn’t want to, though she was sure she would find something amazing to do eventually. She wanted to build a new life with Harrison, a new adventure here in Bali, helping him run his empire, and starting a family.

They returned to each other emotionally exhausted, but happier than either of them had been, and spent the wee hours of the morning making love. But morning came, and though it was heavy, their goodbyes now were only the first step on this new road.

Harrison stood with his arm around his mother as Clarice said her goodbyes to her friends. Each of them gave her a bright, warm hug — especially Trudy, who wrapped her so tight she looked like she was trying to absorb her best friend right into her skin. All of them were teary-eyed except the one called Liz, but even she had a look of sweet emotion on her face.

“I’ll call you as soon as I get back,” said Trudy, when she finally released her grip. “You’re sure about all this?”

“I’m sure,” said Clarice with a smile. “Never been more sure. I’m just going to take all the vacation I have left at the publishing house before I cruise home to get the move started. I’m, uh… I’m not quite ready to leave yet.” She turned and gave a wink to Harrison.

“I did not expect adventure Clarice to come roaring out so boldly again,” laughed Trudy. “I should have known better. She was hibernating too long, prepping for something big.”

“She was,” agreed Clarice. “And I’m glad she’s back, too.”

“How the shit are we going to live in the city without you?” said Sophie, with a few sniffles. She patted her nose with a cloth handkerchief she pulled out of her patent leather bag. “It won’t be the same at all.”

“I know, but that’s not a bad thing,” said Clarice. “Things change all the time. And besides, now you guys not only have the perfect excuse to come back to Bali, but you won’t even have to pay for it!”

Behind her, Harrison cleared his throat in an obvious manner, and quirked his eyebrow at her sternly. “Oh, is that right?”

Sheepishly but with her own seductive charm, Clarice gave him a pouty look. “Well, that is if my darling partner approves such frivolous expenses, right sweetheart?”

“What in the hell have I gotten myself into,” muttered Harrison playfully to his mother.

“It’s about time someone was able to keep you in line,” she replied.

“As if I needed another reason to support you finally getting some regular, high-class tail,” said Liz when Clarice pulled her into a hug. “And I will be taking you up on that trip offer probably every single summer until I die at my desk, okay?”

“C’mon, Liz, we all know the kids will kill you before they’ll let you die of natural causes.”

Liz gave her a happy, lopsided grin and tweaked her nose between her fingers. “I’m really going to miss you, dummy.”

“I won’t give you enough time to miss me. You’re all calling me when you get home and we’re getting drunk over webcam,” said Clarice, pointing a sweeping finger at all of them. “I mean it, alright?” Her voice was firm and light, but she was wiping tears from her eyes anyway.

Harrison put his arms around her gently to comfort her. He smiled at the ladies. “I can’t thank you all enough for bringing Clarice here. If it wasn’t for you, we never would have met.”

“Yeah, you’re damn welcome,” said Trudy. “You make sure you take care of her and we won’t have a problem, got it?”

“On my honor,” said Harrison with his hand over his heart. “And on the name of my father. Also, Clarice is right. You are all welcome back whenever you want, no charge. It’s the least I can do to repay you for introducing her into my life.”

The ladies all beamed and squealed until the bellhop came running up to inform them their car to the airport had arrived. Clarice gave them all one last hug before she watched them wander out the lobby doors, waving as they did.

“I hope they don’t mind, but I replaced their shuttle van with a limousine. Oh, and I changed their flights, they’ll be taking a private jet all the way back to New York,” whispered Harrison to Clarice quietly.

“What were you thinking? They will be
furious
,” she giggled. Harrison kissed the top of her head and pulled her into his side playfully.

George Moore cleared his throat, and Harrison turned to watch his parents exchange a glance with each other before his father began speaking. “Well, I must say this is the most unusual engagement holiday I’ve ever heard of. Certainly the most unusual in our circle of friends.”

Clarice turned a bit red and stuck close to Harrison’s side. Despite his promises that his parents didn’t hold anything against her for the ruse, she was still insecure about her part in it. “Hopefully it won’t turn into some resentment toward your fabulous new daughter-in-law? For real this time?”

“Wait, when did I properly propose to you?” asked Harrison.

Clarice blushed. “Oh, well, you didn’t, I just assumed.”

“You just assumed I would want to marry you.”

“Well, yeah… I mean, look at me,” said Clarice, waving a hand up and down her form.

Harrison beamed and laughed, pulling her close for a hug and a kiss.

His father watched them, shaking his head, but there was a sparkling smile on his face. “I wonder if you two weren’t playing a ruse on yourselves this whole time, rather than us.”

“That’s very philosophical, father,” said Harrison. “But you know how I feel about learning life lessons and such.” He stuck his tongue out and made a thumbs down.

“Harrison, what has gotten into you?” his mother gasped, with a gentle slap on his arm. But she was smiling, too.

“That old black magic,” said her son, winking at Clarice. “It’s what you two always wanted anyway, wasn’t it? Surprise! My confession was actually the ruse; we
weren’t
pretending this whole time.”

“We just didn’t realize it right away,” said Clarice.

“That is typically how it happens, I find,” said his father with a loving look towards his mother. “But I’m afraid we must head back to England. I’ve been too long away from the board rooms. Everything is liable to collapse at any moment.”

“Of course, the fate of the free market depends on it.”

Harrison shook hands with his father, and then pulled him into a tight hug. His father was surprised at first, but he returned it firmly, patting his son on the back. His mother’s embrace was far more loving, and she kissed him thrice on the cheek before she was satisfied enough to leave.

“We’ll invite you back when the wedding or the baby is on, whichever comes first,” said Harrison as they headed for the door.

“Which will
definitely be the wedding
,” added Clarice.

“Take care of my baby, Clarice!” said Vanessa.

“I promise I will,” she replied.

They shared one last wave goodbye before the Moores disappeared into their own limousine and headed for the airport.

Harrison turned to Clarice and wrapped his arms around her. He dropped a kiss on her head. “Well, my queen, what would you like to do on this first day of your rule?”

Clarice twisted her mouth in thought. “I’d like to dare you to streak through the water gardens.”

Harrison fought a smile, and instead heaved a big, dramatic sigh. He pulled away from her and started to unbutton his shirt. “As my queen commands…”

I
t didn’t take
Madison long to realize that a real biker club was
very different
than the ones she’d seen on TV. The men were tougher. They were more vulgar. And they were so much hotter.

Especially Dax.

Motivated and rough, the bald and tattooed biker is on a quest to reform his troubled club, and he isn’t letting anything stop him or get in his way.

The only question is, can Madison help, or is she just another distraction that he can’t afford to deal with?

"
N
ow THAT is
a fine piece of ass," Troy remarked.

Dax just shook his head in admiration. "Hot fucking damn," he agreed.

"Just give me five minutes between those legs and I'll make that girl into a woman."

"I think those tits prove she's already a woman," Dax said. "I'd like five minutes with those."

Madison, the new bartender at the Drunken Skull biker bar smiled as the two men discussed her as if she wasn't only two feet away. She was pretty proud of her big tits. She could feel them pressing against the cotton fabric of her shirt and lifting it ever so slightly up past her waist, exposing her belly every time she even remotely bent or twisted her body. And she had no problem letting these two ogle her - in fact, she kept finding excuses to bend over or shake her torso, causing her braless tits to wiggle wildly until she stopped moving. And she was happy they noticed her ass, too. She'd worn short cut offs on purpose this evening in the hopes of drawing attention to that, as well. She didn't spend so much time doing squats and lunges just to keep her butt to herself.

She bustled past the older men, taking orders from two younger guys that looked like they'd wandered in here by mistake. Clean cut and wearing polo shirts, asking for imported beer. Totally not her type, but they'd probably tip well. When she was done, she wandered back down to the other side of the bar where the two older bikers were still casting overt glances at her and making comments. Did they think her big tits made her deaf, or were they hoping she would hear? Either way, she didn't care. Her thighs were rubbing slickly together and she knew sweat from the hot bar wasn't the sole cause. It had been months since she'd been properly fucked, and the testosterone in this bar was off the chart.

Madison picked up a glass and started to wipe it down with a cloth she had fastened to her pants as she regarded the men. She'd only been working here a couple of nights, but she was already familiar with the two regulars. Troy was probably in his early forties. His face was weathered and tanned, but handsome enough. He had striking blue eyes and a thin, wiry frame. He wore his leather jacket with the sleeves pushed up in this heat, and his arms were covered in tattoos - from what she could tell one arm had a motorcycle on it and the other a topless woman. He also had a scar under his left eye that extended down almost to his lip, but it looked like it had healed over years ago.

Dax was a bit younger, but only by a few years. He had a thicker build, but was much more handsome. His face was shadowed with at least a day's worth of growth, but it only made him seem even more rugged than he already was. His arms were covered, but Madison saw tattoos that extended up from his shirt along his neck, almost to his jawbone. His head was completely hairless, but from far away you couldn't tell because of a dark skull tattoo that covered his entire head, making it almost look like hair until you got up close. He also had the words "Shit Happens" stenciled across the back of his neck. Clearly, Dax was committed to never getting a day job.

The two men were laughing to each other, still casting their eyes in her direction. Dax, especially, was letting his gaze wander the length of her body and often stopping when he landed on her chest. She moved closer to the two men and they immediately met her gaze.

"Hey," Dax said, nodding to her. He looked completely cool, oozing confidence from every pore, a lifetime of letting "shit happen" giving rise to an attitude of pure detachment. He likely didn't give a shit whether Madison had heard what he'd been saying or not, which was a cockiness she found very sexy.

"You guys all talk or what?" she asked.

Troy coughed on his beer. "Excuse me?"

"I thought you wanted to make me a woman," she said flatly, leveling a stare at Troy who met her gaze silently, his eyebrow raising at her candidness.

Dax just stared at their exchange quietly, but she saw his lip curl slightly up into a bit of a smirk from the corner of her eye.

"Do you know who you're taking at?" the older man said, his voice gruff and accusatory, clearly unused to someone calling him out on his behavior.

Dax's lip continued its curl and he now wore a very amused look. "You think you're already a woman?" he asked. "How old are you, anyway, sugar?"

"Yes. 19. And my name is Madison." Madison turned her gaze to the younger man but he didn't continue to meet her stare, instead, he slowly lowered his eyes until he was looking very deliberately at her tits.

"Well like I said to my friend here, I believe you
are
a woman."

"And I'm still waiting to hear if you guys are all talk," she repeated. Her heart was pounding in her chest, unsure what had made her confront these two bikers with so much bravado. Truth was, she was intensely attracted to their kind, which was why she took this job despite the warnings from her friends and family. She'd always had a very sheltered upbringing, and this was the only way she could think of to get close to real bikers.

Both of Troy's eyebrows rose this time, the scar on his face stretched with the rest of his skin. His mouth turned into a similar grin as he realized that this girl knew what she was doing - or at least thought she did.

Dax's gaze also returned to her face and he seemed to be considering something for a moment before he spoke. "I think we can prove we're men of action," he said slowly. "But what is it you want, exactly?"

Madison slowly reached out to touch the patch on the breast of his jacket, letting her fingers trace around the fabric and stitching.
Desperados MC
. Dax's hand shot up and grabbed Madison by the wrist, turning it slightly with her pinky towards her thumb causing her to yelp in pain.

"You never touch a man's patch," he said, his voice grave and his steel eyes hard. The smirk from earlier was gone from his face.

Madison could feel her hand starting to shake. Did she bite off more than she could chew here? She wanted to get close to these men, but was she really ready? Would they let her into their world? And what would be the price of admission? She was already making mistakes, she had no idea of the rules or penalties for not following them.

"Sorry... I j-just..." she paused and took a deep breath to steady herself, her hand still being held firmly in the strong grip of the biker. "I didn't mean offense," she finished meekly.

The two men just continued to stare at her, no one saying a word for what felt like an eternity to the young bartender. Finally, Dax let go of her hand and stood up. "Jimmy!" he barked.

A slightly overweight and sweaty man rushed over from the other side of the bar, wiping his head with a cloth to clear the sweat before it dripped into his eyes. "Yeah, Dax?"

"Madison here is going on break," he said. "And we need to use your back room."

Jimmy, the manager of the Drunken Skull, simply nodded his head in agreement, handing over a key to the biker's outstretched hand. "Sure, anything you need. Take as long as you want."

Madison's eyes widened as she realized her manager just agreed to let these two bikers take her into the private back room for however long they wanted to do whatever they wanted.  She realized she had been inviting their attention, but now that reality was facing her she was having second thoughts.

"Let's go."  Dax said, as he jerked his head towards the hallway leading to the back of the bar.  Madison paused for a moment, unsure what to do.  Jimmy just averted his eyes and went back to serving customers, about as far away from them as he could get. He was obviously uninterested in getting involved in the affairs of the bikers that frequented his bar, even at the expense of one of his employees.  

Troy looked at her, reading the indecision in her face immediately.  He led out a sharp laugh.  "Which one of us is all talk?"  Madison's heart was pounding in her chest and her mouth felt dry.  Dax had continued to walk, as if he didn't care whether she followed or not.  Maybe he was testing her, to see if she was really just a silly little girl or a woman, capable of taking care of a man like him.  She wasn't about to prove either of them right in terms of what she figured they already thought of her.  She wanted to prove that she was willing, and able, to ride with the big boys.

With another shuddering deep breath, she pulled the cloth from her pants and dropped it on the bar.  She walked out from behind it, past Troy, and followed after Dax with her chin held high.  She wasn't going to show any fear.  She could handle whatever it was they had in mind, and the growing heat between her legs reassured her that she was anxious for it as well.

As she walked, she felt a little twinge of apprehension about what she had started.  Voices of her friends and family urging her not to work at "that biker bar" echoed in her head, but they only served to steel her resolve.  In truth, the danger and uncertainty of the situation only added to the excitement.  She knew what she was getting into. She'd seen every episode of Sons of Anarchy. The motorcycle club lifestyle seemed thrilling to her.

Still, as she walked she started to feel a bit woozy. She fought past it by concentrating on following Dax and watching him as he moved.  His muscled back added definition to his leather jacket, causing the shotgun wielding skeleton that was riding the motorcycle to look as if he was actually aiming at something.  Dax was at least a head taller than she was, but her eyes weren't focused on his head - instead, they were drawn to his ass.  His jeans were pulled taunt around his muscular rear end and she actually had to resist a sudden urge to reach out and grab it.  Who knows what he would do, given the way he'd reacted to her touching his patch.

When they finally arrived at the back room, Dax unlocked it quickly and peaked inside.  Finding it empty, he ushered the other two in and then he followed, closing the door behind them and locking it again.  The room was pretty spartan, with only a small white table and a couple of folding chairs as furnishings.  There was a small bar fridge for employees to store their lunches, and a little kitchenette with a sink and a microwave.  The room was mainly used as a staff break room, but Jimmy rarely gave anyone a regular break anyway.

As the door closed, Madison spun around to regard the two men.  Dax was looking directly into her eyes, testing her to see how far she was willing to go.  Troy stood beside him looking annoyed.  He was rubbing his hands together, anxious to move things along and find out just what this pretty young blond was willing to do for him and his brother in arms. Despite being younger, though, Dax was a higher ranking member of the MC and Troy had to wait for his lead.

No words were being exchanged, but Madison and Dax continued to stare at each other, as if daring the other to make the first move. Finally, Dax walked forward until he was inches away from Madison. Madison was fighting through a combination of nerves and anticipation that threatened to leave her a trembling mess. She hadn't been planning to be all talk either, but now that she was locked in a room with the two virtual strangers she wasn't sure she would be able to go through with anything. It certainly seemed like a better idea when she was standing out in full view of a bar full of staff and customers.

"So?" he said simply. His hard eyes bore down into her, and she could smell the sweat that coated his body from wearing his leather jacket in the summer warmth. He was so close that she could feel the heat coming off of him in waves. Her knees were starting to weaken.

"So what," she replied defiantly. Her weakness had always been that she couldn't back down when challenged. "I'm still waiting to see whether you guys are all talk. So far it seems like you are." She raised an eyebrow at Dax, daring him to make the first move.