My Bad Boy Biker (4 page)

She
moaned and curved her back, taking all of him. Her hands rested on his chest.
With his help, he taught her how to meet him thrust for thrust, getting her to
ride his body to seek her own pleasure.

“Touch
yourself,” he told her. Taking two of her fingers, he pressed them to her clit
and helped her to bring herself pleasure.

Each
movement was meant to further her arousal.

“Oh,
god,” she panted. Her movement became hurried as she took him. Riding the wave.

He
gripped her hips with a tight, firm hold. “That’s it. Come all over my cock.”

He
took her over the edge and he went with her until she collapsed in his arms.

Running
his hands down her back, he held her, closed his eyes, and inhaled her scent. 
He wasn’t good for her, but he didn’t want it to end.

~* * *~

For
the rest of the night, he answered her every sexual demand, taking her in ways
she never thought possible. Her favourite was when he got her on her knees and
rode her from behind. She felt controlled in a way she’d never been before.

Late
into the night they fell asleep, exhausted.

A
little after four, she awakened and knew it was time to go home. Even if her
little apartment left a lot to be desired, it was still hers. Pulling the duvet
off her body and then squirming her way from under his arm, she got the edge of
the bed.

“Where
are you going?” he asked, startling her.

“You
made me jump,” she pressed a hand over her rapidly beating heart and stared at
him as he propped his head up on his hand.

“Where
are you going?” he asked again like she hadn’t said anything.

“I
think it’s time I went home.”

“Why?
I haven’t asked you to leave. I don’t want you to go,” he said.

Mandy
glanced at the floor and then looked at him. She didn’t know what to do.

“Spend
the weekend with me,” he said.

“What?”

“Haven’t
you ever been propositioned before, Mandy? Spend the weekend with me.” He
reached out and took her hand, giving a little pull to get her to move forward.

“I
thought this would be a one night thing.”

“If
you want it to be a one night thing then sure, whatever. But what I’m saying is
there is a spot for you in this bed, and in the morning I’ll make you some
breakfast.”

Mandy
couldn’t keep up with the quick turn of events. “How do you know my name?” she
asked.

“The
same way you know mine, precious,” he answered.

She
knew he was avoiding her question. “Could you stop with the angel and princess
and precious? I don’t like them.” The terms of endearment weren’t personal. She
wanted to hear him say her name so she knew who he was thinking about.

“Sure.”

Running
her fingers through her hair, she climbed back into bed. Settling down and
closing her eyes, she waited for sleep to claim her.

“I’ve
fucked you senseless and you’re still tense. Relax.” He took her in his arms
and kissed her on the lips. “Sleep.”

Surprisingly,
at his command and because she was still tired from the night of exhausting
sex, she did.

Chapter Five

Mandy
woke the following morning to the scent of bacon and coffee. Smiling, she
stretched out the kinks in her body, wincing as muscles she hadn’t used often
protested.

Opening
her eyes, she let her senses come back to her.

Mandy
Straus, you little slut. Going home with a bad boy and being fucked until you
forget yourself. Where is the boring woman I use to know?

Ignoring
her inner worry, she got out of the bed, found one of his shirts, and put it
on. She followed the path to his kitchen.

Dan
was cooking in a pair of sweat pants and nothing else. “You’re awake,” he said
as he turned.

Tucking
her hair behind her ear, she took a seat at the counter. He handed her a cup of
coffee.

“Is
this what happens after a one night stand?” she asked and then wished she could
take it back.

“No.
Usually I wake up and the woman is gone. This isn’t a one night stand.” He
plated up the food and brought it over to her. “I hope you’re hungry. I’ve made
plenty.”

On
her plate were bacon, hash browns, eggs and beans.

“I
usually only have toast or cereal.”

“Most
of the days you aren’t recovering from fucking with me for most of the night.

Would
she ever get use to his gruff language?

Picking
up her fork, she dove in, surprised that she finished it all. She stayed in her
seat as he cleaned away the dishes. It felt odd watching him do all the work
while she sat and did nothing.

“Right,
do you want to take in a movie?”

Mandy
smiled and followed him to his small sitting room.

Her
morning started innocently enough. He put on some action movie with chasing
cars and gun fights. She was bored up until he grabbed her and seated her in
his lap.

“What
about your film?” she asked.

“I’ve
got a sexy woman in my lap. I don’t care about the movie.” He pulled the shirt
over her head, leaving her bare for him to touch.

Dan
took one nipple into his mouth and fingered the other. She moaned and arched
her back.

“That’s
it, give me those luscious tits,” he growled.

The
movie was forgotten.

He
turned her so he had perfect access to her chest. She watched every touch and
lick as he attended her breasts.

Her
nipples were sensitive from the night before and with each tug, it sent a bolt
of lightning to her pussy.

“I’ve
got to have you now.” Dan took them to the floor and pulled his sweat pants
down in one smooth action.

Mandy
was already wet from the attention to her breasts. He quickly pulled on a
condom and ran his cock through her slick folds and thrust to the hilt inside
her body.

They
made love on the sitting room floor. The sound of guns blasting was drowned out
by the moans and cries of their love making. Dan took her to new heights.
Showing her and teaching her how her body could be used for the ultimate
pleasure.

She
gave him everything and in return, he gave her the weekend of a lifetime.

Chapter Six

All
too soon, his weekend with her was coming to a close. Dan liked the fact she
wore his shirts to walk round the house. They ordered takeout and pigged out in
front of the television and spent the nights making love.

He
wrapped his arms around her, nuzzled her neck, when his door suddenly opened
and closed.

“Dan,
where the fuck did you go?”

Dan
cursed and pulled Mandy behind him. Great, not the best way to tell his best
friend he was sleeping with his sister.

“What’s
going on?” she asked, but he ignored her. He couldn’t deal with this right now.
Having Mandy in his life meant more to him than a quick fuck, and he knew Rick
would take it the wrong way.

“That’s
my fucking sister, you bastard. This is how you’re getting revenge? By going
and screwing my sister?” Rick demanded. He stood in the sitting room. His hands
clenched into fists at his side.

Dan
wished he’d told her the truth about who he was. Her brother barging in on
their time together had twisted everything.

“What’s
going on? Rick, how do you know him?” she asked.

“He’s
the man I skipped out of town with. The one I was getting into trouble with.”
Dan knew she hadn’t seen much of him, but the years away with all the letters
she used to send to her brother had kept him sane. He didn’t want Mandy to hate
him.

“Wait.
You’re the guy who always caused trouble? Who caused so many problems?” she
asked.

Dan
didn’t want to answer. His time with Mandy was coming to an end, and he wasn’t
prepared to accept it.

“You
used my sister to get back at me for sleeping with the girl you wanted?” Rick
demanded. “That’s a new low even for you.”

“Wait.
Wait. What the hell is going on?” she asked. Dan glanced at Rick and then at
the girl who’d come to mean so much to him.

“I
swear this has nothing to do with that.”

“Right.
I heard what happened from Bill. You went to the bar and zeroed in on Mandy.
Took her home. Are you going to include that crap in your little black book?”
Rick asked.

Dan
wanted to hit him. That crap was behind him and had been for some time. He
would never do that to Mandy. She was the only reason he’d come back home. Even
if she had no idea who he was, he’d done nothing but think about the woman who
wrote all the letters to Rick.

“What?”
she asked and turned to look at him. Tears were in her eyes, and he felt like
he’d been kicked in the gut. He hated being the cause of those tears.

“That
was a long time ago.”

“Yeah?
Do you want to tell her how you rated women on size and performance? How about
the points system you use to rate them? They got a ten if they swallowed and a
five if they didn’t?”

“Enough,”
Dan shouted. He hated hearing about his old days. They were gone, and he wished
he’d never done anything like it.

“Mandy,
I swear I would never do that to you.” He went to touch her, and she pulled
away. Tears streamed down her face.

“If
you touch me, I’ll kill you,” she put her hand up to ward him off. “That’s why
you came to my table? That’s why you took me?”

Dan
knew she was going to hit him, and he didn’t fight it. The sound of her hand
hitting his cheek echoed off the walls. His face stung and he knew there would
be a red handprint.

“Will
you take me home?” she asked Rick.

He
had to watch as she gathered her clothes and left. She didn’t even bother to
look back.

“I
swear it wasn’t like that,” he said to Rick.

“I
don’t care. Mandy wasn’t yours to take. She deserves better than to be fucked
and dumped,” Rick closed the door behind him.

~* * *~

Mandy
sat in the car and watched her brother approach. She couldn’t look him in the
eye after the beautiful weekend she’d just spent having her world tossed
around. Rick got in the car and started the engine.

“Don’t.
I don’t need the stern talking to. I know what I did was wrong and stupid. Just
keep your big brother speech to yourself,” she said as he turned to her.

She
took one last glance at Dan’s front door as Rick pulled away. She stared at her
hands, and in her mind, she replayed the weekend. Dan had made her feel like a
beautiful, desirable woman.

The
most significant memory was stripping in front of him. His poignant words
struck a chord with her.

“Maybe
what you need to do is be outrageous. Do some sexy dancing in a skimpy outfit
and see the men drool. I’d love to see you showing this body off.” Dan had
played some music while she’d stood with nothing on but his shirt.

“Dance
for me, Mandy.”

The
music had brought her to life. Her body a conduit of energy. She’d danced, and
they’d made love. He’d held her against the wall as he pounded her body into
completion.

“What
are you thinking?” Rick brought her out of her thoughts.

“Nothing.”
Never would she tell her brother that her feelings for Dan had changed so
drastically from Friday night through Saturday and Sunday and by Monday, she
was in love with him.

She’d
survive the humiliation she would feel in front of her family. She didn’t know
if she’d survive the pain.

Chapter Seven

He couldn’t think. He couldn’t sleep. Dan was being
driven mad by the image of a little brown-haired vixen. She avoided him around
town and didn’t answer his calls. Dan had never had to work at getting a woman
before.

Mandy meant so much more to him than a shag. When Rick
had closed the door, he’d watched them pull away from the street. Disgusted
with himself, he found the black book and burned every page. Why did he ever
think keeping a book of conquests would be a good thing?

It had been three weeks since he’d seen Mandy. Every week
worse than the last.

He ordered a strong coffee at the diner and winced as the
bright lights hurt his eyes. The only way of dulling the pain had been to drown
his sorrows in a whisky bottle.