by Terri Lane
With her head resting on Julian’s shoulder, they stood by the bar, watching the goings on. There was one person whose reaction they didn’t see.
“Have you seen Tara?” Whitney asked? He shook his head. Ben walked over and told them she’d went to the back.
Whitney was certain that she needed to be the one to tell Tara that they were going to be an item and that she’d told Julian the truth. Nothing was going to stop her from burying this mental tug of war between them. Julian no longer belonged to Tara and she was going to make sure Tara knew that.
***
With their fingers laced together, Whitney and Julian made their way behind the bar toward the back office of The Shock Bar. Her heart was thumping in her chest. She had no idea what kind of reaction she’d get out of Tara. She was hoping for defeat, but wouldn’t bet against blind rage. Tara had a knack for throwing adult tantrums and getting her way. But this was going to be different.
The voices of Marco and Tara carried down the hall like leaves on a breeze. Whitney felt Julian’s hand push gently against her stomach, stopping her from walking forward and interrupting their conversation. They listened in waiting for the opportune time to interrupt.
“You really need to do something about getting Whitney out of here, Marco! She doesn’t like me because of our relationship. I really think she’s just using her brother to get closer to you,” Tara was heard saying.
“Don’t be so fucking dramatic. Do you hear how ridiculous you sound?” Marco chastised her.
“I’m serious, baby, she hates me. She’ll probably poison one of my drinks or something! And let’s not forget that she’s reason why I lost our baby in the first place.”
Whitney and Julian exchanged a glance, but Marco cleared it up with his outburst. “Stop bringing that up! You ain’t ever had no kid of mine in ya! And I know that girl wasn’t the reason. Your last trip to the clinic was far more educational than I’m sure you wished it to be.”
“What are you talking about? The doctors had to cut that baby out of me because she pushed me into those bikes!”
“No!” Marco was heard flinging a chair across the room. “You told them to get rid of it. Ain’t no bruised ribs and broken arm reason enough to end a pregnancy. I ain’t as stupid as you think. And your doctor told me to look into some facility to get you checked out since all three of your abortions were voluntary. He thought you was crazy and didn’t know what kind of cunt you really are. But I don’t like them damn head doctors so I let you stay around here. I figure if you keep busy enough you won’t let that crazy shit out of ya. But if you talk about killing my babies one more time, I’m liable to knock every single one of your teeth out. I don’t give a fuck no more.”
Whitney thought now was as good a time as any for them to burst in. With Julian close behind, they saw Marco with his hand gripping Tara’s neck so tight her face was almost as bright a red as her hair. He let her go and she dropped to the ground. Marco stormed out of the office without an apology or an explanation.
“You okay?” Julian asked, but there was a coldness in his voice, she hadn’t expected.
“Fine,” Tara, huffed picking herself up and straightening out her clothes. “So how much of that did you hear?”
“Enough” Whitney said. “Do you know what you did to me?”
“I don’t care. And that will always be the difference between you and me, Whit. You care far too much about what other people think about you.”
“Well at least I have people that care about me,” she shot back. “You’ve isolated the one guy you always wanted to be with, and for what?”
“So he couldn’t love anyone more than me,” she snarled. “All Marco talks about is not wanting babies, but it seems like I’m the only one he can get pregnant round here. Don’t you dare feel sorry for me. I’ll be alright and I’ll calm him down. You just stay the fuck away from us!” Tara screamed and stormed out.
“Wow,” Julian shook his head.
“Don’t act all surprised now, you’re the one who slept with her.” Whitney joked.
“Yeah but that was before the…you know,” he crossed his eyes and twirled his index finger in a lock of her hair. “She’s really out there, huh?”
“Yeah,” Whitney said, suddenly feeling bad for her. She didn’t care what Tara said, she couldn’t help but pity her. Tara was only a year or two older than she was, but had already bound herself to Cedar Breeze. Marco would go crazy and kill her one of these days, or maybe that’s how their relationship worked. It no longer mattered to her that she knew she was in a relationship with Julian. It appeared as if she had some bigger issues to deal with.
“So, I’m guessing you’re not mad at me anymore?" she asked.
Julian shook his head, “I’m a little upset with you, but I realized I’m madder at myself for letting Tara manipulate me, and you, the way she did. She’d told me before she only wanted to be with me cuz she thought I was gonna hold a position in the club, and I should have believed her. She tried changing me to be the next Marco, but when she saw that wasn’t happening, she moved on to the real thing.”
“Well I’m kind of glad she did,” she giggled.
“Me too,” Julian told her. “Just promise me you’ll be completely honest with me from now on.”
“You have my promise, and my heart.”
The way his lips pressed against hers, sent a shiver down her spine. Their tongues tasted each other, making up for time lost. Julian stopped for a moment, staring into her eyes, “So how about we go back to my place and pick up from where we left off last night?”
Whitney wanted nothing more as they left the bikers to their business. Julian and Whitney headed back to his house where they ended up in bed together. Clothes off and bodies pressing together, Whitney kissed Julian like they never kissed before. Everything was out in the open. Her inhibitions were banished.
The feeling of his hand gripping her neck, tilting her head up, so he could plunge his tongue deep into her mouth sent chills down her spine.
The noises of their bodies coming together as they rolled around his mattress, filled the air. But there was no way she was going to let him take charge this time.
Whitney pushed Julian back onto the bed. Landing on his forearms, he propped himself up and she spread his knees wide so her eyes could take in every inch of him. He was long and wide. Taking him in her hands, Whitney began to stroke Julian so that he’d reveal his full erection. The moans and groans escaping his lips let her know she was doing a great job.
Her hands travelled up and down his cock slowly before she brought her mouth to the very tip and flicked her tongue across it. The smoothness of his head was inviting as she circled her lips around the tip. She worked her tongue over his cock. She flicked and sucked until Julian was grabbing at the sheets, flexing his legs, and curling his toes. She knew he’d be doing everything in his power not to come before he’d had a chance to get inside of her.
One day she’d use her mouth to make him come before he could feel the soft sensations of her walls. But today, she wouldn’t play. Instead, she lowered her mouth all the way down to the base before pulling back slowly, letting her tongue curve around the vein running underneath his shaft. He closed his eyes and let her do as she pleased.
With a loud slurp and pop, she pulled back and began positioning herself on top of him. She grasped his shoulders, while Julian held her hips steady. Sliding down onto his throbbing cock felt like home to her. There was no other place she’d rather be.
Once she could feel every inch of him buried inside of her she began to rotate her hips. Slowly but surely working up her walls moistness. It didn’t take long before Julian’s eyes zeroed in on her juices, her sweet nectar coating his length as she slid up and down.
He grabbed her hips and then moved his hands down to palm her ass cheeks, spreading them so he had more room to move into her. He thrust his hips up while she pushed down. They met in the middle for her first orgasm of the day.
Trembling, Whitney blew out a deep breath as he rolled her over onto her back. She watched him pull his cock out of her, undoubtedly to give himself enough time to prevent him coming sooner than he wanted. Without hesitation, Julian buried his face between her thighs. She came all over his tongue while he suckled on her clit. His tongue traced the creases between her folds before diving into her slit. He tasted her juices coating his tongue. He tasted every ounce of her pleasure spilling onto his mouth. Her fingers grazed his scalp and locked onto his hair as he moved his face up and down, side to side, against her pussy. There was no relief for Whitney as he worked his mouth in similar fashion to the way she worked hers. Maybe he was playing the game and she didn’t realize it. If he was, she would have lost by now.
Pulling away from her, his chin glistened in the early afternoon sunlight peeking through the curtains. He smiled. “You ready for me?”
“Always,” she said licking her lips. He plopped down on top of her with a chuckle, stopping himself just before he landed on top of her chest. He lowered himself down onto her body, slowly and then slid inside of her body.
Just as Whitney opened her mouth to speak, he put his finger up to her lips. “Let me handle this part.”
Whitney nodded silently and let him do just that. He pumped himself inside of her with every stroke building momentum. At one point he held one thigh in his hand while he anchored his other into the bed. He rolled his body into hers so they both could enjoy the sight of him moving in and out of her. His abs flexed as she ran her fingers down his stomach.
Pulling him down to her, she wrapped her legs around his torso as Julian continued to move. The sounds of her wetness splashing with every movement made her nipples harden even more. He took one of them into his mouth while she clawed at his back. There was nothing more important in that moment than chasing their climax. So they chased it together, until it finally happened.
A day of sexual escapades and relaxation followed until they were both too exhausted to continue. The moon was out by the time they were finished. There was a pitcher of water on the nightstand, and a damp washcloth. The sheets would have to be changed and the windows needed to be opened. The room stank of sex.
“I can’t believe we spent all day in bed,” Whitney laughed.
“I can,” Julian smiled hazily. “We gotta get as much in as possible if you’re going back to school next week.”
“You know I’m barely an hour away, and that’s by bus. If you come and visit, I’m sure you can get to me in a half hour,” she said.
“Really? The way you never came home, I would have thought your school was across the country. Don’t do that anymore either,” he told her, kissing her temple.
“I won’t,” she promised, “You ain’t gotta worry about me. I’m not running away anymore. You’re stuck with me now.”
“There’s no place or person I’d rather be stuck with.” He kissed her again.
The sounds of the Shadows riding by interrupted their moment. They hooted and hollered like they were after someone. Of course, there couldn’t be a perfect ending to their day. Cedar Breeze didn’t belong only to them. But at least, Whitney and Julian now belonged to each other.
THE END
= Bonus Book 18 of 20 =
Sinful Biker
Karly
As the world passed me by, slowly turning from a green luscious countryside to the big gray city, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d done the right thing or not. I could’ve stayed in the home that I’d always known, I suppose. I could’ve remained in the home that I’d grown up in, that I’d spent the last few years caring for my mother in, but something about the whole scenario just didn’t feel right to me.
Maybe I just didn’t want to be alone in a home with so many memories with my mother–happy ones, before she got sick. Maybe I didn’t want to stick in a small town where everyone I knew had either moved on or no longer bothered with me because I couldn’t have the active social life that they did. Not with a sick person relying solely on me. Or maybe it was the thought that I just couldn’t support myself and pay the rent on my meagre wages alone. I feared it wouldn’t be long before I ended up out on the streets.
I hadn’t expected my father to turn up to mom’s funeral. Since he hadn’t seen me in the entire nineteen years I’d been alive it felt like just something else he’d avoid, but someone must’ve told him, because whether he was welcome or not, he turned up to pay his respects.
It was there he offered me a home to live.
Of course at first I adamantly refused. Why would I want to live with someone that I didn’t know, a man who seemed to have a lot of everything unlike me? I didn’t want to uproot my slightly uncomfortable existence to go and live in the city with a family I’d had no idea about. I figured that I wouldn’t go however desperate I became.
But I did get desperate, and I felt vulnerable and incredibly alone. Soon his constant stream of phone calls, the fact that he finally seemed to want to get to know me, wore me down. I wasn’t sure quite when I’d agreed to make the big move, all I was certain of was that it was happening.
I was going to live with my wealthy investment banker father, his ex-model of a wife, and their son who was a little older than me. Sounded awesome…not.
Still, I hoped it would be a stepping stone to bigger and better things. After all, as sad as I still was about losing my mom last year, she wouldn’t want me to mope forever. She would want me to leave the small town behind, to make new friends, to get a job, to have a life, to fall in love…
Not that love was something that had ever been in my life before. Or lust, not really. I’d had one terrible kiss and fumble with Michael from the year ahead of me in school, but that was bad enough to put me off. Then I became a full-time care giver, and it just wasn’t a priority anymore.
No, what I hoped to do was live with my dad for a month or so, while I got everything else worked out, then I could leave him behind and never see him again if I didn’t want to.
As the train pulled into the station, I sighed loudly as I grabbed my suitcase containing the only belongings I bothered to bring with me. I never was a materialistic person really, but if this was going to be a fresh start then I needed to get new things. All my old stuff wasn’t worthy anymore…well, except for the photographs and the stuff containing sentimental value.
“Karly!” my name bellowed across the station. “Karly Rose, I’m here!”
It was the guy in the crispest suit that was waving manically to me, the man who was my complete opposite in every single way. If it wasn’t for the fact that we shared high cheekbones, plump lips, and round brown eyes, I might be pushed to assume that he wasn’t my father after all.
I lifted my hand into an awkward half wave, but Dad had different ideas. He raced to my side and pulled me in for a very uncomfortable hug which I instantly wanted to get away from. DNA shared didn’t mean we had a bond, and that was because of the almost two decades apart.
“Let me take your case,” he fussed. “Come on, the car is waiting. Shelley is so excited to see you, she’s even cooked a lovely family dinner for your first night, and Leo said he would come around too. We see less and less of him these days, so that will be nice.”
“I don’t want any fuss…” my words were instantly drowned out by my dad and his attempts at trying way too hard.
“I have your room all set up for you too, I’m sure you’ll like it…”
He talked all the way to the car, then as we drove through the city, totally ignoring the fact that I wasn’t replying to him. It seemed that guilt had a tight grip on him and he was trying to make up for all the years of saying nothing. What he didn’t seem to understand was that I didn’t want any of that. I just wanted things to be as normal as they could be. I’d already spent a lot of years with a weird life, now I wanted a plain and simple one.
As we finally pulled up to a house that I didn’t think I’d ever be able to call my own, my eyes widened in su
rprise. Not only was it the nicest place that I’d ever seen in my life, much bigger than the apartment I’d always existed in, but the two people standing outside threw me too.
Shelley was just about as glamorous as I was expecting in a skin tight red dress to show off her very obvious boob job, but then there was her son. From what I could see he had dark hair and dark features, tattoos covering all his skin, and a leather jacket that hung from his body in a way that I’d never seen before.
Everything about him screamed ‘danger’ and that caused my stomach to tie up in complex knots. Maybe this was a massive mistake after all…
***
Leo
With my arms folded across my chest and my eyebrows raised high, I waited for my fucked-up family to finally become complete in a screwy little reunion. The step-sister was coming, Hank’s daughter that me and mom didn’t even know existed until last year when her mother died.
Just another way that Hank was an asshole.
Hank and Mom got together seven years ago when I was thirteen, then they married two years later. There was no sign of this kid then…but to be honest she got off lightly. It was one of those shitty ‘look how much money we have’ affairs that I truly fucking hate.
“This is bullshit, Mom, I don’t even know why I have to be here,” I whined, sounding more like the bratty teenage version of myself with every passing second. “I don’t know why I have to be here, it’s not like I’m going to get to know the kid. I’m never around.”
“Oh shush,” mom could only tut in reply. “She isn’t a kid, she’s only a year younger than you. And this means a lot to Hank. He had her when he was young and too ambitious to care about his child. Now he’s got his career established, he’s made his money, and he can finally be a dad.”