Raw: The Ultimate Mc Collection (85 page)

In the meantime, I wasn't about to let this dress go to waste and I needed a drink! As I pulled into the parking lot of my favorite bar, I spotted the red Mustang I had followed last week. I smiled when I remembered how excited I had become at watching the tall, confident owner of this gorgeous car impale a petite blonde beauty on his cock against a tree in the park, only to go home to his happy gay lover. What a treat that had been to witness.

As usual, I was overwhelmed by the smell of peanuts and stale beer as I walked in and seated myself at the bar. I ordered a whiskey on the rocks from Johnny, the friendly bartender that had worked here for as long as I had been coming in. I spotted the couple from the other night seated in a booth in the corner, their heads bowed in serious conversation.

“What's the special occasion, Dixie? That dress, that hair! You look incredible!” Johnny said, setting the glass in front of me.

“Oh, no special occasion, Johnny. I just felt like dressing up a little today, that's all.”

“I see. Well, it looks great!”

“Thank you very much!” I replied, smiling and sitting up a little taller. At least one person had complimented me. And that was enough, I tried to convince myself. River's lust-filled eyes invaded my brain again and I did my best to push it away. I had to give him time, give him time to miss me, and then maybe I would have a chance. But I had to play it cool at first. No more running out of my shop waving like a mad woman at the first sight of him. My cheeks flushed when I realized what a fool I must have looked like.

I sighed, sipping my whiskey and enjoying the country music pouring out of the jukebox. Johnny was the perfect bartender. He always remembered what you ordered, exchanged a little polite banter, and then left you alone with your thoughts. And that was exactly what I needed.

My peacefulness didn't last long, though. In fact, it crashed and burned.

After I ordered my second drink from Johnny, the door burst open and the bar filled with loud, raucous laughter and the smell of leather. I looked over my shoulder and gasped when I saw several members of The Outlaws stroll through the door and walk up to the bar.

Bear, Chief, Danger, and Spider all stood at the end of the bar, and for once, they were all smiling. Well, all but Chief, he never seemed to smile, but he wasn't grimacing like he usually did. They looked relaxed, actually.

I had never seen them here before, but obviously it wasn't the first time they had been there, because they called Johnny by name, and he was extra-friendly and attentive to them. I tried to be subtle as I watched them, discretely looking in the mirror behind the bar as they settled into a booth directly behind me. When I realized I was watching them through a mirror, I smiled to myself, remembering the mirror above River's bed.

I crossed my legs, feeling the slickness between them, as the memory of his perfect dancing ass once more invaded my present moment. Thoughts of him were so distracting.

The front door opened again and I turned to see Colby walk in. I almost fell on the floor and my whiskey fell from my hand as I tried to catch myself. Johnny rushed over with a towel to help me as I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest. I reached up, pulling my long, fake blonde hair around my face, doing my best to shrink away and hide.

“You okay, Dixie?” Johnny asked, looking at me with concern.

“Y-yes, sorry about that. Sorry.”

“That's okay, darlin'. Don't worry, I'll get you another one.”

“Thanks,” I murmured quietly, trying to make myself completely invisible. For someone who wanted everyone to notice her, I suddenly wanted the exact opposite.

I watched in the mirror as Colby walked over to the others. He didn't sit down and after exchanging a few words with him, he walked over to the bar and stood right beside me, waiting for Johnny to serve him.

“Here you go, Dixie.” Johnny said, and I winced as he said my name. Part of me was hoping to not be noticed, but there was no chance of that now.

“Dixie?” Colby looked over at me, his gaze traveling over me, taking in my wig, dress and heels with a cocked eyebrow.

“H-h-hi Colby.” I said nervously, trying to smile at him confidently, but I'm sure it looked like I was about to puke all over him. I suddenly felt so awkward and not in the least bit confident.

“Well, you certainly look different than you did the other night.”

“Um.” I was having a very hard time looking at him, and I had no idea what to say to him. I had been having continuous thoughts about River, but I hadn't thought about Colby hardly at all, and I had no idea how I should act around him now.

“Um?” He asked, silently goading me, a playful smile spreading across his lips. “Is that all you have to say?”

He leaned into me, his mouth mere inches from my ear as he whispered to me.

“After the other night, I thought you might have a few more words than that.”

“Well....um. I...um....um.” Nothing. I knew I looked like a complete fool, but my mouth wasn't working, let alone my brain.

His abrupt laughter filled the room, it was so loud it caught the attention of the other leather-clad men in the room and they stared over at us curiously. I tried not to sink into my chair.

“Okay, I understand. I'm not River, I get it.” He said, starting to turn away, but hesitated before adding one last thing. “But I hope you aren't still entertaining any thoughts of snagging River, because I can guarantee you that no woman has been able to do that yet, and I don't see it happening any time soon, Dixie. Even by someone as...” he let his eyes travel down to my breasts before finishing his sentence, “...alluring as you.”

As he sauntered away, I soaked in his words. At least he thought I was alluring, right? I smiled at the thought of that, and instead of discouraging me, his words wound their way into my consciousness as a challenge. Maybe no other women had 'snagged' River, as he put it, because no other women were me. I saw the way River had looked at me. I had seen the tenderness behind his tough facade. There was no denying he was attracted to me, whether I had been stalking him or not. His huge, throbbing cock did not lie. And the passion with which he had fucked me did not lie. I just needed to find a way to show him that I was worth taking a chance, despite the fact that he had first run across me passed out with my hand inside my panties outside of his window late at night.

That shouldn't be too hard, right? Right.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I ordered my third whiskey, which was probably a very bad idea, but I didn't want to leave just yet, considering I had a perfect view of what was going on behind me. As soon as Colby had returned after our exchange, the other guys had questioned him about me. He whispered a few words and they all started laughing as he obviously told them the story about River finding me. I didn't care. I wasn't embarrassed. I was proud of what happened, all of it, and there was nothing they could do to shame me.

The whiskey had gone right through me, filling me with false courage and providing me with a very full bladder. I wobbled a little as I made my way to the bathroom, trying once again not to fall, and trying to remind myself why I ever thought wearing these shoes was a good idea. I couldn't wait to toss them in the back of the closet when I got home.

I was washing my hands when the door of the ladies' room opened. My head was down, lost in my millions of thoughts as usual and I didn't look up right away. When I felt a hand grip my ass, I jumped and screamed. Turning around, I came face to face with Spider.

His sinister smile surprised me, and the smell of whiskey and cigarettes on his breath made me gag as I tried to move away from him, but he had me trapped between his hands on the sink.

“Please move.”

His laugh was evil, and after being this close to him for the first time, I realized there wasn't anything attractive about this guy at all. Looking into his dark, cold eyes, I felt the extreme urge to flee.

“Why should I do that, Ms. Dixie? Colby told us all about you. About how you like to watch people.” He reached his hand out, cupping my chin in his hand, turning my face up to his. He reached his other hand up, grabbing the front of my dress, leaving a dirty grease stain on it.

“Please let me go.” I was shaking now and completely terrified.

“Colby told us how you fuck like an animal. How you took him and River on at the same time. You're quite the little whore, aren't you?”

“I'm no whore!” Now he had pissed me off. My anger rose from deep inside me, as I lifted my knee sharply, slamming into his groin hard. He doubled over, gripping and tearing my dress as he went, and then grabbing his balls and yelling, as I ran out of the bathroom.

“You fucking cunt!” His high-pitched insult echoed down the hallway after me as I stumbled past the bar, past the booth full of laughing MC members, and out the front door of the bar as fast as my absurd 'fuck-me' heels could carry me. I was completely humiliated! Hot tears fell down my face, leaving black traces of mascara on my cheeks.

I turned the corner to the parking lot, half-stumbling, half-running and half-blind. And boom! I ran smack into River's leather covered chest as he rounded the corner. Just my stupid luck.

“Whoa!” He exclaimed, grabbing my arms to keep me from falling over.

I looked at him sheepishly, feeling like a complete fool.

“Th-thanks....um...s-sorry for running into you like that.”

“Dixie? Hey! Dixie, why are you crying? Fuck....” His eyes raked across my body. “Why are you dressed like that?! Are you fucking following me again? Is this supposed to be some sort of disguise? What the fuck?”

“Oh, God.” I couldn't get much more out than that.

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” His anger was replaced by curiosity as he grabbed a lock in his fingers. “And why is your dress torn? What happened?”

Shaking and angry, and still full of whiskey, I looked into his eyes with rage.

“I'm...I'm.....I'm not a whore, dammit!” As soon as the words escaped, I regretted them. I really needed a leash for my mouth.

“Huh?” He said, his handsome face covered in confusion. God, why did he have to be so fucking gorgeous? Why couldn't he be like a regular biker and be ugly – like Spider? Or fat and pudgy and old, like Chief? Why did he have to look like a goddamned movie star? What kind of biker smelled like him? How was I supposed to stay away from him when he smelled like an orgasm?

“I know you aren't a whore, Dixie. You're a peeping Tom.” He laughed softly at his own joke, his eyes meeting mine playfully.

A surge of energy spread through my body as I watched his eyes fluctuate between lust and concern and everything I had wanted to say to him finally escaped from my quivering lips.

“I'm not a whore. Your friend Spider thinks I am. And Colby, I guess. And all the others. But I'm not. I'm a writer. And for your information, I have never looked inside anyone's windows before. And I've never followed anyone over thirty miles before. And it was just for research! And I'm sorry that I invaded your privacy. But I'm not sorry it happened. Because...” I struggled to find the strength to finish, my voice cracked as I continued, “...of you. And how you made me feel. I know it probably didn't mean anything to you, I get that. I'm sure you spend the night with women all the time, and it's completely casual. And I have had casual sex, too. But it wasn't like that with you. Not for me, anyway. And I could have sworn you felt it, too. But it's okay. I get it, really. You're the big, dangerous guy who can't let anyone get close to him, and I'm the crazy peeping Tom bitch you found outside of your window. Of course, it could never be more. And I'm fine with that. Really. But, like I said, I'm not a whore.” I paused, holding his gaze. And then, I kissed him.

Hot tears, smeared mascara, snotty nose and all! I didn't care. All my fears, all my worries, all my feelings of being intimidated by him faded away and I kissed him with all the pent up passion I had been holding back for years. And he kissed me back, his mouth melding to mine in a warm lushness of colliding tongues and lips. Melting into each other, our deep yearning for connection found a fleeting moment of satisfaction before the sound of laughter spilled out of the front door of the bar. His rude compadres had discovered us embracing passionately and began laughing at us uncontrollably. I jumped back and instinctively turned to run away. As soon as I reached the edge of the sidewalk, my heel caught in a crack and I went down with a very ungraceful thud. I slammed into the pavement face first and everything went black.

CHAPTER TWELVE

“As soon as there is life, there is danger.” 

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

I woke up with a start, River's black sheets wrapped around me in his four poster bed, my black curls splayed out beside my bandaged head. It was pitch dark, and River laid beside me, staring at me calmly.