Rough Rider 2: Bad Boy MC Romance (Fast Life)

by L. N. Pearl

  I missed her so much. It was like all the light was gone from the house, no matter how many lamps I turned on. There was a darkness that would never go away.

  I pushed the food around on my plate. My conscience was getting in the way of my appetite.

  I felt guilty for getting so close with Tyler, like I was being a traitor to Angela.

  I should have been focusing on finding the person who killed my sister instead of giving in to the desire Tyler had stirred inside me.

  It was disloyal. I imagined her frowning at me, though I knew in my heart she would never disapprove of me half as much as I was disapproving of myself.

  She only loved me and wanted me to be happy. Why should that change once she was gone? Still, the thought bolstered me.

  I knew I should stay strong and keep a clear head. I had to get back on track with finding out who took my Angela away from me. I would make sure they paid for what they had done.

  Later, I cleaned up after myself while waiting for Tyler. I knew he would be around, eventually.

  He’d said he would. What would I say to him when he showed up? How would I resist him?

  Just the thought of the way we kissed that afternoon made my knees weak and got me wet again.

  What would I do when he was right in front of me?

  Then the doorbell rang, and there was no more time to speculate. My heart took off at a gallop—he was there! Finally!

  My good sense told me to cool my jets. It was an almost painful conflict.

  He looked good enough to eat. Jeans, boots and a tight fitting t-shirt showing off his rippling muscles.

  He looked as though he didn’t care that he looked so good, like it was just a matter of fact. I resisted the urge to fan myself.

  “Hey,” he said, grinning. “You gonna let me in? Or do you want the neighbors to know who’s been visiting while your dad’s at work?”

  That was enough to break me from my swooning and pull him into the house. All I needed was a nosy neighbor tattling on me.

  We chatted for a while as I got us both something to drink. It felt weird, having him in my house like that. Like we were just two normal people hanging out together. Inside, I was quaking.

  He was here, with me, in my house. It was both dangerous and exciting.

  “How was the rest of your day?” he asked, sitting at the kitchen table.

  That one simple question brought everything back. I had managed to forget about Marco.

  I turned to him, unsure how to tell him, but knowing I had to. “I had a run-in with Marco today.”

  “What?” he said, as he jumped to his feet. “Where did you go?”

  “Calm down! It’s not like I went looking for him. Jeez!”

  He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I meant, where were you?”

  “At the shoe store. It doesn’t matter. He recognized me and…”

  “And? What did he do to you?”

  He came close to me, as close as he’d been after pulling me back from the path of the bicycle. I found myself overwhelmed by his nearness.

  “He touched me. My hair, my arm,” I shuddered, looking at the floor. “And my face.”

  It was amazing, how dirty and embarrassed I felt at the memory. I knew I hadn’t done anything to be embarrassed about, but it didn’t help me feel any better.

  “Hey,” he took my chin in his hand, tilting it up until I met his eyes, “Did he hurt you?”

  “No. Actually, I think I hurt him a little. Probably not too much, but enough.”

  “What did you do? Kick him in the balls?”

  I laughed, wishing I had. “No. I hit him in the face with my elbow.”

  His eyes went wide. “You did?” He threw his head back and laughed. “Good girl!”

  I laughed, too. It seemed silly now. “My dad taught me a few things about defending myself.”

  “Yeah, he probably expects you to use those skills against someone like me!”

  He laughed again and I blushed, knowing how right he was.

  “I can’t believe you did it.”

  Then he got quiet again, his laughter dying quickly. “I can’t believe he had the nerve to touch you. Like he deserves to do that.”

  “It’s all right,” I whispered. “I’m fine.”

  “He’s lucky I don’t fucking kill him.”

  His face went dark, and his jaw worked. I saw the muscles tensing. It was clear he was barely controlling his anger.

  I did the only thing I could think of. I hugged him. “I’m fine,” I whispered. “You don’t have to hurt anybody. It’s over now.”

  He took a few deep breaths, and I felt his muscles loosen a bit. When I thought he was relaxed, I pulled back to look at his face.

  What I saw there took my breath away. His eyes were warm, and sexy.

  He reached for my face, running a thumb over my lips. I barely stifled a moan as his touch sent electric sparks through me.

  Just like that, all thoughts of resistance were gone. I forgot everything I’d told myself about allegiance to my sister.

  My body’s needs were louder than that, and I was screaming inside for him.

  This was it.

  I took him by the hand, leading the way to my bedroom.

  Chapter 8 - Tyler

  It was incredible, the way I felt when I was with her. I’d had plenty of sex before.

  A lot of it.

  More than I could remember, with any girl I wanted. It was never hard for me to get laid. But I was getting bored with the skanks in my group. Like at the party, where I first met Trinity, or at the race.

  They hung on me, with their makeup, cheap perfume and tight clothes. Getting one of them into bed was nothing.

  When I finished, I almost never wanted to have anything to do with them again. I lost interest after I came, simple as that.

  They were nothing special. And I was never really satisfied. That was the crazy part.

  I could come hard and be exhausted when I finished, but something inside me never felt satisfied.

  I sometimes wondered if there was something broken inside me. But Trinity was different. It was like a whole new world with her.

  I’d been dead inside, I realized, and she made me feel alive. It was corny as hell, but it was true.

  I felt things again. Everything was more intense.

  She stood in front of me once the bedroom door was closed. A little lamp on her desk was the only light in the room.

  I watched as she lifted her shirt over her head, and when I saw her tits pushed up by her bra, I instantly went rock hard.

  I reached for her…needing to touch her.

  She moaned, her eyes closed. I played with her tits, touching her nipples through the bra.

  They were so hard, and when I flicked them, she moaned again. I twitched in my pants, getting harder. I wanted to be inside her so much.

  She slid the straps down her arms, then pulled the cups down.

  “Touch them,” she whispered. I was happy to do whatever she wanted. I took one in my mouth, then the other.

  She was as sweet as candy. We eventually fell onto the bed together.

  She held my head in her hands, pulling me closer to her body. I played with her tits some more, but my mouth went up to her throat.

  She tilted her head back, and I latched onto her, sucking and licking. Her moans kept me going, nipping at her.

  She hissed with pleasure. She was just as wild as I knew she would be.

  I took her pants off, sliding her panties down. She was as beautiful as I knew she would be.

  Her body was perfect. Smooth, soft, and tight in all the right places. She had the full tits I had felt pressed against me when we met, and a small waist.

  Her hips flared out, and her ass was round and firm to the touch. I couldn’t get enough of touching her, and listening to the way she responded to me.

  She was on fire already, moaning my name, her head thrashing around on the pillows. I ran my hand up the inside of he
r leg, to where her thighs met.

  When I touched her, sliding my fingers between her wet lips, she cried out. She was so slick, so hot.

  I rubbed her clit with my thumb, pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy.

  “Fuck!” she screamed, clawing at me, then shuddering when she came.

  I held her for a moment as she came down, then kicked off my pants and pulled my shirt over my head.

  I had to have her, right away.

  “Yes!”

  She moaned when I slid inside, then moaned again when I pulled back before thrusting again, and again. I rode her, taking her and making her mine.

  I never thought it could feel this way, being inside someone. It wasn’t just that she was tight, hot and wet.

  We were working together, taking from each other and giving to each other at the same time.

  She didn’t just lay there, and she didn’t attack me. She used me, pulling me closer, harder and faster with her legs wrapped around my ass.

  Her hands were all over me, touching, raking her nails on my skin, and grabbing me everywhere. Like she was starving for what I was giving her.

  “Give it to me…please…” she moaned, desperate for more. “Harder….more…” she asked, over and over.

  I gave her what she wanted, pounding into her until my balls slapped against her ass and she screamed.

  I felt her pussy clamp down around me as she started coming, and I let myself go, exploding inside her.

  “Holy fuck,” I muttered, falling on top of her.

  My mouth was against her neck, and I tasted the saltiness of her sweat. I couldn’t believe it was already over.

  I wanted more and more. I didn’t have to wait long, either.

  We only took the time to get our breath back before my hands were on her again. I couldn’t stop touching her.

  The first time she sighed, I felt the stirring in my cock again.

  She leaned over me, kissing me. I took her by the hips and positioned her on top of me. She moaned her approval.

  I held her ass in my hands as she lowered herself onto me. Then I watched her ride. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

  I had a lot of girls ride my cock over the years, but she was special, grinding herself on top of me, rubbing her clit against me, making little noises and running her hands over me as she leaned down to kiss me, then shifted so I could taste her.

  I reached up to hold her tits in my hands, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs.

  “Yeah baby, touch me,” she moaned.

  Her eyes were closed, her dark hair swinging from side to side as she rode me harder.

  “That’s right. Ride my cock,” I growled, now holding her hips and thrusting up into her.

  She screamed a little, and I thought she came again, but she didn’t stop. She kept bouncing up and down, grinding and bucking like a cowgirl.

  I watched her move, felt her tight heat around me, heard the way she cried out louder and louder with yet another orgasm, and it was too much.

  I wanted to lose myself in her, forgetting everything.

  “Yes!” she screamed, shuddering and falling on top of me.

  I kept thrusting a little while longer, pounding harder and harder until there was nothing I could do but come so hard I couldn’t hear, couldn’t see, couldn’t think.

  All I could do was feel.

  Then I opened my eyes and laughed at myself for getting so swept up in her. This wasn’t my style at all.

  I fucked ‘em and chucked ‘em—at least that was what Drake called it. But with Trinity, as she lay in my arms and we both caught our breath, it was different.

  I knew I couldn’t leave her. I couldn’t give up after what we just did.

  I wanted more already, and we had only just finished. I wanted her in every way possible, every day, and all day.

  I was hooked. I was also more exhausted than I thought I could ever be without dying.

  And the craziest part was, I wanted more of her. It was insane, like she was some drug I couldn’t get enough of. It was a whole new world and I never wanted to leave it.

  “I’m starving,” I whispered, with my eyes still closed.

  She rolled onto her side, running her fingers over my chest. I stirred again and would have laughed if I’d had the strength.

  She had some kind of power over me.

  “I bet you are,” she purred, and I felt her tongue sweep over my nipple. I groaned.

  “Down, girl,” I half-opened my eyes to look at her and saw she had a wicked grin on her face.

  “You’re gonna kill me if you don’t give me a little time to rest and recharge. I’m not an animal.”

  She giggled, “Really? You seemed like one.”

  “So did you,” I chuckled as I hugged her to me, wishing we could always be this way.

  Why did there have to be a world outside the walls of this room?

  Then my stomach growled…loud enough that we both heard it, and laughed.

  “All right,” she said, getting up. “I’ll fix you a sandwich or something.”

  I watched as she put her clothes on, feeling a little sad to see her covered up. I already missed her body.

  We went back to the kitchen, and I watched as she fixed a turkey sandwich for me. She seemed more relaxed than she’d been since we met, and I felt the same way.

  We joked and laughed like two normal people, not two people on opposite sides, from opposite worlds.

  My mood fell a little. We really were on opposite sides. She had no idea how opposite. Or, maybe she did. Maybe she felt it the way I did.

  I wanted to ask her about Angela. God, she looked so much like her. I couldn’t help thinking about her.

  I felt like a liar, holding back from her the way I was. She deserved to know. But I didn’t want to ruin the great time we were having by bringing it up.

  We were in a sort of bubble I didn’t want to leave.

  I was just picking up my sandwich, about to take a big bite, when the front door opened.

  Trinity gasped, looking at me in terror. I knew why she was terrified, and I felt the same way. I dropped the sandwich onto the plate.

  “Shit,” she looked around, and her face was white. “I lost track of time.”

  He was already in the house. I couldn’t run out the front door. He’d hear, and cut me off around front.

  All I could do was look at her and wonder if this was the last time we’d see each other. I wanted to remember everything about her.

  “Trinity? Where are you?”

  He even sounds like an asshole at home, I thought. I heard his footsteps and braced myself for what was coming.

  He walked into the kitchen. Trinity’s eyes moved to him, and so did mine. His face went as white as hers had when he recognized me.

  I saw hatred in his eyes. It wasn’t a surprise to me, though it probably came as a surprise to Trinity.

  “What the hell is this bastard doing in my house? With you?”

  His voice was sharp, and a little scary. He glared at Trinity, and I saw her shaking.

  “Tyler is my friend. We were just hanging out. I made him a sandwich.”

  She looked at me, and back at him. “You know each other? How?”

  “You don’t need to know,” he hissed. Then he turned to me, and I felt his cold stare.

  I lifted my chin. He couldn’t break me down. “Hey, Lieutenant,” I smirked. “You have a nice house.”

  “Tyler, stop. What are you doing?” Trinity hissed. “Cut it out.”

  “We know each other,” I said. “Your father is one of my biggest fans.”

  He laughed bitterly. “He’s a criminal, Trinity. And I want to arrest him. If it were up to me, he’d spend the rest of his life in jail.”

  I heard Trinity whimper, but my eyes never left his.

  This was it.

  What I had with Trinity was over.

  Continued in Rough Rider 3:

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