Tommy: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Romance (7 page)

“Were you expecting company?” he growled.

The rumbling of the motorcycles got even louder, to the point where the entire room began to shake from the noise. I pulled on my restraints, hoping to get loose, but it was still no use. With each pull, I only tightened the knot even harder, making my escape impossible.

“Fuck,” I said, as I continued flailing on the bed, attempting to get loose.

Suddenly, the sound of the motorcycles stopped completely. It was silent for a moment, until the door of the motel came crashing in, causing the chair that had been holding it shut to fly across the room and break into pieces on the opposite wall.

The sound took my breath away and I looked into the doorway to see Tommy standing there with an army of other bikers behind him, all fully armed.

“Tommy,” I whispered.

The stranger who had almost had his way with me lunged at Tommy, throwing a fast right hook toward his face. Tommy ducked immediately and then pulled a handgun out of his belt and pressed it against the man’s head.

“Well, look who it is,” Tommy said, as he forced the man to his knees. “Gary, the wannabe leader of The Brass Knuckle Gang. You little piece of shit.”

Tommy looked up to me and then back to the man.

“Were you trying to fool around with my girl?” Tommy asked, leaning in close to Gary’s ear. “Because you know I don’t play nice when people fuck with me, or others that I care about.”

Gary’s demeanor began to change instantly.

“Tommy,” he begged, as he put his hands in the air. “I’m sorry...I wasn’t going to do anything. I just didn’t know who she was. I didn’t know that she was with you.”

Tommy stood up and kicked Gary in his stomach, causing the air to escape his lungs. Gary coughed a few times and curled up into the fetal position on the floor.

“Don’t fucking bullshit me, Gary,” Tommy said. “You slimy little shit. You just started a fucking war.”

Then Tommy put the gun back in his belt and turned toward the swarm of men who were still standing outside, all adorned in the same leather vests with the same patch sewn on.

“Boys, take this piece of shit back to the warehouse,” he said. “And Donny, take the car over there too, like we had originally planned. We’re taking the merchandise, but because of Gary’s stupidity, we’re not going to give them any money in exchange.”

One of the men stepped forward, his shaved and tattooed head reflecting the light from outside.

“Tommy...are you sure you want to do that?” he asked. “You know that if we take this merchandise and don’t pay up, we’re going to be in deep with The Brass Knuckles.”

Tommy nodded.

“Yeah, but we also aren’t going to roll over like a bunch of fucking pussies,” Tommy responded. “I’m not going to let that happen. We take the fucking car and we take Gary back to the warehouse. Get him to talk. Find out everything that you can from him.”

Five or six of the men filed in and picked Gary up off of the floor, hauling him off. They tossed him into a truck and then disappeared out of view from the doorway. Tommy stepped over to me and cut the bandanas that had been holding my wrists in constraint for the past thirty minutes.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, as he untied the bandana that was wrapped around my mouth. “I had no idea that was going to happen.”

I brought my wrists down and rubbed the red marks that the tight cloth had created around them. Then I took a few deep breaths, attempting to calm myself down. After that, I sat up on the bed and pulled my dress back down, using the material to wipe up Gary’s saliva that he had left on the inside of my thighs.

“Fuck, Tommy,” I said, as tears welled up in my eyes. “What the fuck?”

Tommy put his arm around me and pulled me close.

“Did he hurt you?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“No,” I responded. “He wanted to, but you showed up just in time.”

Tommy leaned his head forward and gently kissed me on the cheek.

“I told you I had your back,” he said. “I would never let anything happen to you. A few minutes after you crossed the street, I knew that something was wrong. It should have only take you a second to start the car and come meet me. So I immediately called the boys over. They came as fast as they could. They weren’t going to let anything happen to my girl.”

A smile finally began to cross my face. Despite the danger that Tommy had inadvertently put me in, he also had been man enough to save me. He redeemed himself from his mistake, and just like he had promised, he had had my back.

“Come on,” he said, as he helped me up from the bed. “Let’s go home.”

My legs trembled as I walked, my muscles still burning with adrenaline. We stepped out into the parking lot, my eyes squinting as the summer sun washed over me.

The crowd of biker’s made a path for us, giving Tommy a nod as we walked past. It was clear that they all looked up to him and it made me feel like a queen who was walking beside her king.

I held onto Tommy’s hand as we crossed through the maze of motorcycles that filled the parking lot. Tommy gently lifted me up and set me on the back of his bike. Then he got on himself and started it up, letting the engine roar.

“Thank you for saving me,” I whispered in his ear.

Tommy looked over his shoulder. I expected to see his playful smirk, but a serious look was on his face instead.

“I shouldn’t have brought you here,” he said. “ I put you in danger. I’ll never, ever do that again. I promise you, Chelsea. I’ll protect you.”

I put my hands around his waist and then took a look around, watching as all of the other bikers started their engines. Tommy took off down the road and the entire gang followed us, creating a thunderous roar that echoed throughout the small, vacant town.

As we rode home, I closed my eyes and placed my head on Tommy’s shoulder.

What am I doing here? I want to leave, but I also want to stay. What should I do?

I felt so lost. A part of me wanted to go home and try to resume a normal life once again. But a part of me was also telling me to stay in California. Something about being with Tommy felt so right, even though it was clear how dangerous it was. But the danger was quickly becoming secondary to how I felt about Tommy. He made me feel different than Justin ever could. He made me feel sexy and alive, but most importantly, he made me feel free.

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W
hen we finally pulled back up to the house, Tommy parked the motorcycle in the garage. Two of the other men parked besides us, while the rest of the group continued onward, the sound of the engines slowly fading off into the distance.

“Come on, baby,” Tommy said, as he helped me off of the bike.

He led me back into the house and the other men followed us. Once in the living room, Tommy introduced me.

“Guys, this is Chelsea,” he said. “Chelsea, this is Phillip and Billy. They’re two of my best guys and they’ll always look out for you, just like I will.”

I held out my hand and they each shook it. They both stood as tall as Tommy, but neither of them were quite as muscular. Still, though, they were just as intimidating, with every inch of their skin, besides their face, completely covered in tattoos.

“Tommy seems to have taken a liking to you,” Phillip said. “I don’t know of anybody else who he would have ever called us in to save. Especially some girl.”

I smiled and looked up at Tommy, whose serious look was still plastered on his face.

“Yeah, well it was my fault that she was there in the first place,” Tommy said, before I could respond. “And I’ll never do that again. That was fucking stupid.”

I squeezed Tommy’s hand assuredly.

“Tommy, it’s okay,” I said. “Nothing happened. I’m fine. And plus, you guys got away with a lot of free merchandise.”

Phillip and Billy nodded in agreement.

“Speaking of which,” Billy said, finally speaking up. “Here’s your cut, Chelsea...I’m sorry you had to go through all of that to get it.”

Billy reached into his back pocket and pulled out a thick, white envelope. He tossed it toward me and I quickly released Tommy’s hand to catch it. It felt heavy, like a thick, hardcover book.

A burst of excitement shot through me as I opened it up and saw the thick stack of cash inside.

“How much is this?” I asked, my eyes wide from shock.

Billy chuckled and responded, “That’s ten thousand. That’s what Tommy promised you, right?”

I nodded slowly, as I gazed at the money.

Tommy wrapped his hand around my waist and playfully picked me up from the floor, tossing me over his shoulder.

“That’s your shopping money, baby,” he said, as he tickled me. “You can go to the mall and have some fun.”

I held the money tightly as Tommy carried me across the house and toward the hallway.

“Thanks, guys,” I said, as I looked up and smiled at Billy and Phillip.

They just laughed and gave me a respectful nod.

“Come on, girl,” Tommy shouted, as he ran down the hall. “I’ve been missing you since we left bed this morning.”

With me over his shoulder, Tommy turned into the bedroom and gently laid me down on the bed.

“Goddamn, I hate myself right now,” he said. “If something would have happened to you, I would have never forgiven myself.”

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “You saved me. You saved me from that fat, hairy, miserable piece of shit.”

Tommy chuckled at my comment.

“Yeah, Gary is quite the winner, isn’t he?” he asked, jokingly. “I’m surprised you didn’t want to leave me for him.”

I laughed and placed my hand on the back of Tommy’s head, pulling him in for a kiss. His lips pressed against mine and immediately I felt safe and at home again. I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to dart against mine. Immediately, I felt myself beginning to get turned on, as my body finally relaxed for the first time that day.

Tommy crawled onto the bed so that he was hovering over me. I brought my hands up and unbuttoned his vest, pulling it open as we kissed. Then I touched his stomach, feeling his muscular abdominal muscles that led up to his large, powerful chest.

I began to moan into our kiss as my pussy dampened, already anticipating having him inside of me. Tommy began to grind his crotch against mine and I could feel the bulge that was tucked underneath his leather riding pants. I slowly pulled away from our kiss and stared into his deep, blue eyes.

“Take me, Tommy,” I said. “Take me right now. I’m all yours.”

I didn’t even think about the words before I spoke them. It was like they were just coming out, the truest side of myself finally being revealed. I wanted him. I
needed
him. And I wasn’t afraid to say it any longer.

Tommy smiled and kept eye contact.

“I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” he said.

Then he stood up from the bed and took of his vest, letting it fall to the ground at his feet. His muscular chest and abs were revealed and as I laid there, I admired the tattoos that covered his skin, each one representing another dark aspect of his past.

I grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it up to my waist. Then I sat up on the bed and started to remove it completely.

“Wait,” Tommy said. “Leave your dress on.”

I stopped in my tracks and dropped the material. Then I laid back on the bed, parting my knees slightly for him and allowing him to see my naked pussy.

“No panties?” Tommy asked, before licking his lips.

I bit my bottom lip and then brought my hand down, lightly touching my flower.

“Nope,” I said. “That bastard, Gary, ripped them off of me right before you came and saved me.”

Tommy shook his head as he unbuckled his belt.

“Well, it looks like I’m taking you shopping this evening,” he said. “I want to buy my girl a whole new wardrobe. You’re going to need more than just one dress anyway.”

A huge smile crossed my face. Justin had never offered to take me shopping and it felt great to finally be getting spoiled by a man.

“Get over here,” I commanded.

Tommy pulled his belt off and then pulled his pants down, taking his underwear with it and revealing his cock. It was fully erect and he stroked it a few times as he looked me over. Then he crawled back on the bed and gently gripped both of my legs and lifted them up, draping them over his shoulders.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, as he grabbed the top of my dress and pulled it down, revealing my breasts.

Tommy passionately squeezed my tits, causing my nipples to grow firm in an instant. I brought my hands up and wrapped them around his back, feeling his muscles move underneath my fingertips. Tommy leaned forward and brought his lips to mine. Our tongues began to dart in and out of each other’s mouths as he slowly bucked his hips forward, pressing his large tip against my pussy. I let out a soft moan, as his crown parted my tight lips.

Tommy continued pressing forward, causing the pleasure to intensify. My pussy was pumping out natural lubrication, covering his tip and making it slide it with ease.

I brought a hand to Tommy’s face and pushed him away from our kiss. Then I looked him dead in the eyes.

“Fuck me hard, Tommy,” I said.

Tommy gritted his teeth and then thrust forward, bringing his cock deeper inside of me. I let out a satisfied moan and laid my head back into the pillow, my back arching with the sudden increase in pleasure.

“Yes...” I begged. “Harder.”

My pussy was sopping wet and open, ready to be filled. Tommy pulled out a bit and then plunged back in.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned, as I reached forward and grabbed his ass, pulling him into me firmly.

His cock slid all the way in and his balls rested up against my ass. Tommy immediately began to fuck me quickly, plunging his cock in completely with every thrust.

Oh, God yes...

I brought my hands down and gripped the blanket as Tommy pounded me like a ragdoll, my body moving up the bed with each powerful plunge. Slowly, I opened my eyes. The silver medallion around his neck was swinging back and forth in perfect cadence with his movements, slapping against his chest and then swinging outward, away from his face. A light layer of sweat had already begun to cover his skin, causing his tattoos to shine.