One Rough Night (BWWM Motorcycle Erotic Romance) (7 page)

I work
as a photographer/journalist for a famous Washington paper. My job is to get
in, get photos, and get out. I’m really good at it too, but there hasn’t been
anything to really catapult my career – until now.

I was
still recovering from my breakup with my ex, Charlie, a little over six months
ago. He’d been forced to move away, but he wouldn’t tell me where. Instantly I
got suspicious, but he insisted that it was only temporary and he’d come back
for me later. But I wasn’t having it. I broke up with him the night before his
flight and hadn’t heard from him since.

I still
felt ashamed of myself for treating him that way but there was no excuse for
him not even telling me where he was moving to. None. But I knew for the rest
of my life I’d be thinking about him. I had never had a hotter boyfriend than
him, and he fucked me so good, he could have been a pornstar.

But now
that I was single and had time to focus all of my energy into my work, it was
finally paying off. This was it. This was the story that was sure to launch my
career. Finally, I’d be able to get a little respect around the office. This
was gonna be the biggest story since that asshole mayor in New York!

I
practically sped through traffic to get to the office, all my thoughts now on this
story. I couldn’t believe I’d actually done it. Before, there wasn’t any proof
this senator was cheating on his wife. He seemed to be a pretty quiet guy on
the surface.

But when
I’d tried asking him about it, he got pretty aggressive. Accused me of trying
to frame him or something. Fortunately, that told me that he wasn’t smart
enough to keep it a secret forever and it would only be a matter of time before
he slipped up.

I
couldn’t get the smile off my face as I pulled into the parking lot and raced into
the office, camera in hand.

“Dave,
I’ve finally got it!”

My boss
looked up as I burst into his office.

“What do
you have for me?”

I walked
around his desk and showed him my footage and the photographs I’d taken. His
eyes widened in surprise and his face broke out in a grin as he realized what
I’d done.

“Great
job, Tashanda!” he said, clapping me on the shoulder. “We’ve finally got him!
I’m going to take these and upload them. They should make the afternoon paper
if we’re lucky!”

I’ve
never seen my boss this ecstatic before. He was practically skipping as he
walked over to his computer. I was sure to get a promotion now! I just had to
be careful and wait.

The next
day, I pulled up into the parking lot with my heart thudding in my chest.
Pictures of the senator were broadcast all over the internet and it was because
of me! I was almost surprised at how big this story had gotten.

The
office was quiet for a split second when I walked through the door. Then
everyone burst out and cheered. My face turned beet-red as I let the confetti
fall over me. They had thrown me a party! It was so rare that the boss even
allowed recreational activities in the office, especially during busy times
like these.

The rest
of the morning was great. I spent time talking to each one of the staff and
they all seemed to be being extra polite to me today. Whether it was because
I’d just gotten the biggest story of the year or because they knew I’d be a big
player now, I didn’t know.

It
wasn’t as though I was universally hated or anything, but I certainly didn’t
have any friends here. To throw me a party and actually
recognize
me was
surprising all on its own. I’d never gotten much appreciation around the office
even though I know I’d been the hardest worker from day one.

Hopefully
things would change now. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling even if I tried.
The rest of the day was spent having fun at the office and I was really
enjoying myself – until they brought out the cake.

It was a
huge store bought chocolate cake. It took two guys to carry it, it was so big.
My mouth watered as they brought it over and another wave of gratitude washed
over me. This was looking to be the happiest day of my life!

My smile
faded as they set it down. The cake said “Good luck over there, Tashanda!”

“Uh
guys, what does that mean?” I asked pointing. Good luck where? Was I being
promoted to a bigger office or something? I certainly wasn’t about to get
fired.

“You
haven’t told her yet?” asked one of my co-workers.

Dave
shook his head. “There wasn’t enough time.”

“Tell me
what?” I demanded, my heart racing with excitement.

“Tashanda
I’m promoting you. You’re going to be one of my state journalists!”

What?

“Uh what
is that exactly?”

He
beckoned to me and turned to his office.

“Maybe
we’d better talk about this inside.”

I
followed him into his office and shut the door behind me, not sure if I should
be terrified or elated.

“Tashanda,
we’re all very proud of you and that huge story you brought us. You’re
basically a celebrity! I think you need a change of scenery though. I’m going
to have you go to Dallas, Texas and report on a motorcycle club gang called
Silver Devils.”

He
waited for me to respond but I was too surprised. A motorcycle gang? Going from
Washington DC to Texas? What the fuck?

“Uh, why
me and why to Texas?” I asked, trying to be as polite as possible.

He
averted his eyes and stared at the doorway. Was that guilt in his eyes? I
couldn’t be sure.

“Well I
just think you’d be the right person for the job. Plus the pay is much better
and I figured you’d appreciate that. It wouldn’t be a permanent thing; you only
have to stay there for one or two months tops.”

I sat
back in my chair and tried to absorb this information.

“So I’d
be getting paid to report on a motorcycle gang. What would I have to do? Just
take pictures of them getting beers or something?”

He
leaned forward ominously.

“Not
exactly. I want you to get close to them. I want you to find out what they do,
where they go, who’s involved. From what I hear, they aren’t as dangerous as
some of the other gangs around the area, but I would still play it safe. You
shouldn’t have too much trouble.”

“But why
go there in the first place? What’s so special about them? What sets them apart
from all the other gangs around the country?”

He
averted his eyes again. I knew there was something he wasn’t telling me and it
made me nervous.

“My boss
just says it’s important to learn about what they’re up to. They’ve only been
around a couple years so they’re relatively new. But they are pretty big down
there in Texas now. I think you’ll enjoy it,” he said, smiling at her.

I wasn’t
so sure.

“When do
I leave for this assignment?”

“You’ll
be catching a plane on Friday. I have your hotel booked for one month, but if
you find anything interesting I may pull you out sooner.”

I
nodded. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Plus I’d get more money, which didn’t
hurt. There was something about this that seemed a little fishy though. There
was definitely something Dave wasn’t telling me about the gang. But I didn’t
think he’d send me there if he knew there was a chance I would get hurt, right?

I spent
the evening packing my bags and thinking about just what the hell I was going
to do over there. I’d never been out of DC before so it would be a whole new experience
for me. I was more nervous about the job though.

What
kind of motorcycle club required a journalist to follow them around? Why was it
me
being sent when there were plenty of other people who were probably
more experienced than me? What was it that Dave wasn’t telling me about the
job?

Those
questions went through my head for the rest of the week as I prepared myself to
leave. The only thing that comforted me was the fact that there were probably a
lot of hot cowboys in Dallas. Who knows? Maybe I’d get lucky and score with a
cute guy. I was a decent looking girl, I shouldn’t have too much trouble.

But my
nerves returned almost instantly once the plane touched down in Dallas. I
grabbed my luggage and looked around for a guy holding a sign with my name on
it. I found him at once by the exit, looking as nervous as me and at least five
years younger. He couldn’t have been more than twenty.

“Hey,
I’m Tashanda Nicks. I take it you’re here to take me to my hotel?”

“Y-yes.
Right this way,” he mumbled opening the door for me. I wondered why he was so
nervous.

He
helped load my luggage into his car and ushered me in quickly. I sat back and
relaxed in the back seat as we began to drive away.

“So
where in Dallas are we going?” I asked.

He gave
me a terrified look in the mirror.

“The
dangerous part,” he whispered.

Wow. It
must have been pretty dangerous if the poor kid was this terrified. He didn’t
answer any of my questions the rest of the drive. I silently cursed Dave. I
thought he said this wouldn’t be dangerous? Too late to back out now.

Finally
we pulled up to a little rundown motel in the middle of nowhere. I got out of
the car and looked around. There was sand everywhere. Millions and millions of
miles of sand, it seemed. This town really was in the middle of nowhere.

There
was a little grocery store next door to the motel, a bar across the street,
twenty or so houses and a few more shops lining the streets. I cursed Dave
again. Why the fuck would he send me to a tiny little town like this? And where
the hell was I supposed to find a biker gang? I couldn’t even see any people.

My
answer came a few moments later. I heard the sound of engines rumbling and spun
around. There, about a hundred feet away, sat eight huge, hulking guys on
motorcycles with the letters
TSD
on their jackets. There was a little
carving of a demon looking thing with horns on the front of each motorcycle.

I
gulped. Well, at least I found the Silver Devils without too much trouble. The
fun part would be following them. The guy in the middle seemed to be the
leader. He drove over to the motel parking spot as the rest of the guys
followed.

He
dismounted and immediately turned and walked over to me, taking his helmet off.
My heart seemed to melt. I could see his emerald green eyes from here. This guy
did not look like any typical redneck biker. He was absolutely gorgeous.

His
sleeveless shirt revealed huge, broad shoulders and bulging arm muscles that
rippled when he walked. I could make out his chest muscles underneath his
shirt. This guy was
ripped.

He stood
about a foot taller than me and had tattoos running all the way down his arms
and legs. If he turned around I’m sure his jeans would outline a perfect ass.
He looked like a bodybuilder model turned biker.

He
stopped right in front of me and looked me up and down. I could feel my heart
racing in my chest. If I wasn’t so nervous about these guys, pussy juice would
be seeping through my pants right now. This guy was
incredible.

“We
haven’t seen you around here before. What are you doing here?” He had a smooth,
deep voice that made my head spin.

“I-I’m
here on business,” I squeaked, unable to meet his eyes.

“What
kind of business?” He eyed the big camera in my hand.

“You a
photographer or something?” he asked, flashing me an absurdly perfect smile.