One Rough Night (BWWM Motorcycle Erotic Romance)

by Monroe, Tasha

  “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 f
rom 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.

  I don’t know where my sudden burst of courage came from, but suddenly I got angry. I was from Washington DC and these hicks were from butt-fuck nowhere. What business was it of theirs what I was doing here?

  “That’s none of your business,” I replied defiantly, looking him square in the eye this time.

  He chuckled. The chuckle turned into a laugh. Pretty soon the whole gang was laughing their asses off at me. I felt myself turn beet-red. Whether it was with rage or embarrassment I didn’t know. But these guys were really getting on my nerves.

  I made my decision. I was determined to find some dirt on these assholes if it took me years. At this point I didn’t care that Dave had screwed me over sending me to this town in the middle of nowhere. These fuckers were going to get theirs.

  When he finally stopped laughing enough to make a coherent sentence, the leader spoke again.

  “Honey, it’s our job to know everything that goes on around here. We basically run the town. You may not want to tell us now, but believe me. You will,” he rumbled, much more seriously.

  Those last two words sent a chill down my spine. Was he threatening me?

  “I’m Rick, by the way. I got a feeling we’re going to be seeing each other real soon, honey,” he promised, giving me a wicked grin.

  He turned back to his motorcycle as the rest of the gang followed. Within seconds they had sped off into the distance.

  I turned to look back at the driver but he was huddled in the car.

  “Thanks for all your help,” I muttered to him, grabbing my bags.

  “S-sorry, ma’am. But those guys are really dangerous. If they saw me with you, they might…” he didn’t finish. I didn’t ask him to elaborate.

  “So these guys run this town huh?” I asked him as he helped me carry my bags inside.

  “Sort of,” he said. He grew more relaxed when we walked into the motel.

  I nodded.

  “I have a lot of questions for you if you don’t mind.”

  He shrugged.

  “Okay, that’s fine. Let’s get you settled in first and we’ll talk.”

  I checked myself in and followed him up to my room. It was a small little place with no TV or microwave. At least it had a bed. I sighed and set my stuff down. This would take some getting used to.

  Once I got my stuff unpacked, I met the driver down in the lobby. He’d gotten us both a cup of coffee. I smiled and sat down across the table from him.

  “So, what’s your name?” I asked.

  “Rob. My dad is your boss.”

  That took me by surprise.

  “You’re Dave’s kid?”

  “Yeah. I’ve been helping him out for a couple years now, taking care of some stuff down here.”

  “Wow.”

  I shook my surprise off quickly. I had more pressing matters to discuss with him.

  “So about these bikers. Do they come into town often?”

  He nodded.

  “Just about every night. They head into the bar and drink until it closes. Then they go back to their camp and drink some more.” He shuddered. “They’re scary sober, but when they get drunk… it isn’t pretty.”

  “This camp that they have. Do you know where it is?”

  He shrugged.

  “Sure. But you’ll have to go by yourself; I’m not taking you over there. It’s south of town. You’ll go past a trail and walk about a mile, it isn’t too far.”

  “One last question, Rob. Do you know why your dad sent me here? Did he talk to you at all about it?”

  He shook his head again.

  “No, he doesn’t usually talk too much about his employees or work. Sorry.”

  I smiled and stood up.

  “It’s okay, you’ve been a big help. Thanks a lot, Rob.”

  He stood up too.

  “You aren’t going out to their camp are you?” he asked nervously.

  “Of course I am. I can’t do my job unless I get some information about those guys.”

  He nodded solemnly.

  “You’d better make sure you don’t get caught. If Rick catches you and you’re all alone, you’ll be in a lot of trouble.”

  “Is Rick the leader?”

  “Temporary leader. The main guy is away on some business. I forgot his name though.”

  I smiled again.

  “See you around, Rob.”

  I made sure I had my camera and extra batteries and started walking south towards the camp. My heart started to pound. It wasn’t nerves though. I was excited. I was determined to find some dirt on these guys and really impress the boss.

  It wasn’t long before I stumbled across their “camp.” It wasn’t really a camp. More a community. There were five houses on each side of the road and one bigger one at the end. Fortunately, no one was in sight. I assumed they were still off doing whatever motorcycle gangs do.

  I decided to start with the bigger house first. I assumed that was where Rick lived so that would be where I would most likely find any incriminating evidence. I knew no one was in sight, but I still needed to be careful.

  I snuck up quietly to the house. It was a two-story house that looked almost brand new. The windows looked like they had just been replaced and the paint looked great. Again, I found myself surprised. Maybe these guys weren’t the hard asses everyone made them out to be?

  I tried the front door first. Locked, of course. Fortunately a window on the side wasn’t. I found that pretty strange. As dumb as they looked, surely they wouldn’t be stupid enough to leave their windows unlocked? Maybe they all trusted each other enough to not worry about it? I had no idea, but they’d made a big mistake.

  I grinned as I opened the window easily and slid through. I stood up, dusted myself off and found myself in the middle of what looked like a normal living room. There was a TV in the corner complete with a DVD cabinet and a mini fridge in the corner.

  The place was pretty messy, but I couldn’t let that stop me. Even though breaking and entering was illegal, I figured they wouldn’t be smart enough to know it was me anyway, or even know anyone was there. As long as I was careful.

  I began searching through every nook and cranny in the room. This is the hard part, I told myself. Once I found the drugs or guns or whatever it was they were up to, I’d be home free. I’d only been at it for about ten minutes before I heard a noise from the front of the house.

  Oh shit!

  I bolted out of the room and down a hallway to what looked like a bedroom. There was no time to escape so I just hid in the closet. I didn’t want to think about what would happen if they caught me.

  I silently counted to thirty, hoping upon hope that whoever was at the door would leave. It was not my lucky day though, apparently. Just when I’d decided to risk it and make a run for it, a man walked into the room. I could see from behind the closet doors that it was him. Rick.

  So I was right. This was his place. I was startled
to know I accidentally memorized his name.

  I watched him as closely as possible, waiting for him to do something illegal. He set what looked like a little piece of paper down on the desk next to his bed and stepped in front of his mirror, right next to where I was hiding. Suddenly, he started to get undressed. Right in front of me. Maybe it was my lucky day after all!

  I watched silently as in one, swift movement he removed his clothes. I fought the urge to rub my pussy as I stared at his perfect body, only a few feet away. His arms were slabs of pure muscle. They seemed even more defined now that I was seeing them up close and personal.