by Carmen Faye
The guys told her what she needed to hear, and didn’t tell too many lies. Darcy wasn’t stupid enough to think there weren’t crimes being committed daily by these guys. No, but as long as they didn’t talk about those things, she was willing enough to overlook them and focus on the good parts. There weren’t too many of them yet, but that was all going to change soon enough.
“I’ll be the cleanest looking MC president in all of Colorado by the time you’re done, sweetheart,” he said to her on the way out of the headquarters. “I know that’s not saying much…some pretty bad apples in that particular bunch.”
They got into Darcy’s car and started driving to her apartment.
“Well I’m glad it’s working. I owe you big for the sponsorship.”
“It’s sure as shit payin’ off! Worth every penny.”
Darcy looked over at him and then started up the car and began driving. She looked back again before putting her eyes on the road.
“What’s wrong?” he said.
“Oh…nothing. Just, am I really worth that much to you?”
“The way you’re helping the club, you sure as hell are. Not to mention the way we are in bed together.” He wasn’t about to start getting all gushy about this chick, no matter how great he thought she was. So long as he kept her happy and took care of her, Speed didn’t see why he should start turning into a total wimp. It’s not like they were married or something stupid like that. Something in the back of his mind kept bothering him, though, especially as he said that. It was like a little voice, only he couldn't actually hear it properly. It was calling him a liar, a fake.
“Thank you,” she said. There was just a slight amount of disappointment there, but she at least pretended to be grateful for the compliment. "Is that what you really think?" She waited for a response, but Speed couldn't let himself admit the truth.
"I don't know what you mean," he finally said. What a fraud; he was into this woman and she deserved to know all about it. So, he changed the subject just like a true coward would have done. "You seem to be finding a new talent with your blogging. People love that you're posting more."
She shrugged and accepted the change of subject. “I guess I’m just a people person,” Darcy said. “I never even knew it until I started putting some effort into my blog. I’m even getting more fans.”
“Everyone wins when you work with me.”
“Not for people who work against you, evidently.”
“Steve had it coming. He assaulted you!”
“I know, I agree. Thanks for looking out for me. I'm not proud of it, but I think I enjoyed when you attacked him.”
“I didn't attack him. I was protecting you."
"Yeah, I know. That's what I mean anyway. You looked out for me, and it makes me feel like you'd do anything to help me out, to take care of me. You don't owe me that much either. You show more with actions than with words a lot of the time. Thanks."
"I don't know what to say about that…Anytime, sweetheart.” Damn it, Speed could feel himself getting soft over this one. She wasn't buying the whole distant bad boy thing. Yeah, he was literally a bad guy, as far as society was concerned. That didn't mean he had a heart of steel, any more than the next man.
Back at Darcy’s apartment, Darcy wanted to upload the interview footage immediately. She was eager to see how it turned out, especially to see how she looked. Women were all the same, but Speed didn’t mind that. He liked them plenty enough that way. He sat back on her sofa while she worked at her computer desk, where her laptop and a bunch of other neat and orderly office things were. Pens, pencils, a stapler, and the like. All the shit people bought when they wanted to go all professional. He left that shit up to his secretary when he could.
“Awesome! Uploads are done and, look, the interviews are live on the blog. We should start seeing hits and comments later today, I hope. Now, it’s time for your interview, big president man.
“I’m not doing an interview today,” Speed said.
“But you brought your microphone with you. Here, look.” Darcy walked over to where he was and pulled out his dick. Holy shit, that mouth was just about the best place any man could hope to stick his dick. He leaned back and let her do all the work, before cumming in her mouth.
Licking the jizz from her lips, Darcy said, “Let’s have that shower together, like you wanted.”
Chapter Fifteen
Darcy came out of that shower clean from the hot water and soap, but dirtier than she’d ever been in her life. The things she would let Speed do to her, would herself suggest they do, would have made her feel mortified in the past. He left the bathroom and went to rustle up some food for the both of them. Apparently he enjoyed cooking, despite the fact that he rarely did so. Darcy decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and see what his idea of healthy food was. That gave her some time to think and go through her nightly beauty regime.
There was something that had been bothering her. She couldn't reconcile herself with the emotions of it all yet. There were waves of unpleasant feelings, like she should feel guilty and as though she was doing something taboo. But there were waves, many more of this kind, that felt amazing. Such a new territory for her to find herself firmly in, and too many new ways to think and feel about living.
The good feelings didn’t ever go with those bad vibes that people sometimes looked for, at least that was what Darcy had believed up until recently. She had always figured that people did bad things because they wanted to feel bad. But if someone was enjoying something, bad or not, what did that mean? Maybe she was just turning into a bad girl and hadn't noticed it yet. Oh well, as long as she kept up with her training; that was the really important thing right now.
“I’ve never loved having sex so much in my life,” she told Speed when she emerged from the bathroom.
“You don’t have to convince me,” Speed replied, smug as always. He knew he was the best lay she’d ever had, and he wasn’t modest about that. “And we haven’t even got started yet. You want to try something? Just let me know, because I’m game for almost anything.”
It was nice to be able to talk to someone after such a shamelessly bad session of sex — bad in the nicest possible way. And it was great to be able to talk about the naughty sex with someone who didn't judge her, or try to make her feel inferior for being a woman who enjoyed it. Speed was a lot more complex and sophisticated than most people would ever give him credit for.
Darcy had a towel wrapped around her hair, naked as the day she was born apart from that. Most athletes weren’t shy about their bodies. It was hard to keep much modesty when you were parading about in a skin-tight outfit, straining and pushing with every muscle in your body. She liked to keep some mystery in her relationships usually, maybe wear some tasteful lingerie or at least keep her underwear on if she was getting ready in front of a boyfriend.
“For some messed up reason, I feel so comfortable with you,” she told Speed.
He was relaxing on her bed, just as naked as ever. His impressive package was resting on his leg, still partially inflated from their shower together. “I don’t see why you wouldn’t. I’m a pretty comforting guy. And why is that messed up? Because I'm a biker? I'm not clean-cut enough to impress certain types of people? You'd better be careful or I might start to take offence and get my feelings all hurt."
“You’re certainly something different. I should really be bothered by that, sure. I mean…to be honest, it does bother me and I try not to think about it too much. There is also the fact that my sex life hasn’t exactly been exciting up until this point in my life. That’s probably why I stopped worrying about dating and began to focus on my riding one hundred percent.” She sat down on the bed next to him.
Speed put his hand on her lower back and kneaded the taught flesh and skin with rugged fingers. Darcy pushed against him and let out a low sigh, barely making any sound apart from the warm air leaving her lungs. It was like a purr.
"You're just using me for my
body, then," he joked.
"Did I just detect a slight hint of disappointment, Speed? You're a big, tough MC president, don't forget. You can’t let yourself fall for some random chick on a bicycle, no matter how amazingly small her pores are."
"Are you talking about that cream you've got all over your face? Well, okay, your pores are tiny. I guess it does smell nice, too, kind of like oranges."
"It's a citrus blast, and that's a different product, not for the face. I can show you how to go through the routine if you like. It's all organic and revitalizing for your skin, no matter how old you are."
"That sounds like it would be a lot of effort. I figure I'll just be old and ugly one day. Hopefully I'll be so rich by then that it won't much matter."
"Maybe I'll just wind up a nun or something," she said. "After my highly successful riding career is over, of course. That would be a hell of a lot easier than doing what it takes to stay alluring."
“That’d be a real shame, wasting such a beautiful body, not to mention a filthy mind. Nuns don't have any fun, no matter what they try to lead you to believe in porn."
“Stop it. You’re the dirty one in this relationship here, trust me. I’m just a very accommodating gal.” Oh, shit, she realized that she’d just referred to whatever they had as a ‘relationship.’ That was sure to scare him off.
“So we’re dating now, are we? What would your parents say if they knew you were going steady with such a bad boy?”
“Well, I think my father would be impressed by the amount of money you can throw around. I doubt that it would totally distract him from the crimes that took place to get that money, but it would sure improve his opinion of you to some degree. My mother? She’d both hate and love you at the same time."
"That sounds interesting. She a complex woman or something?"
"Far from it, not as much as she knows anyway. I'm sure there are some incredibly deep things going on, but they're all way below the surface. No, the hatred would be openly shared, and the love would come every time she looked at those pretty eyes you have.”
"Shucks," Speed said in a cutesy way. It didn't really suit him to act like that. Darcy might have even been a little put off by it.
"You do tough a lot better than you do cute," she said absent-mindedly. "I mean, never mind, that was a stupid thing to say. I'm just tired, I guess."
"So I should act like a hardass when we're alone, and like a good boy when we need to impress a family member? Got it."
"No, that's not what I mean. It doesn't matter anyway. You don't want to meet my parents anyway, not yet. I mean…maybe in the future after I've qualified and shown everyone that you're not the bad influence they think you are." Darcy closed her mouth. If she didn't know Speed was such a hard man, she might have been worried that she'd hurt his feelings with her transparency. Instead, he just shrugged it off and rubbed his fingers over her soft skin. It was amazing.
“You’ve been giving this too much thought," he said.
“What can I say? I think I’m addicted to your lovin’, baby.”
She laughed like a dope and Speed allowed himself to laugh a bit, too. It was a messed up relationship they had going on, but it felt more perfect than anything Darcy had ever had before. She was warm, safe, totally sexually satisfied beyond believe, and had a great career prospect as an extra special bonus. The only thing to do next was tackle the question of whether or not this was going anywhere more serious. There would be time for that, though. For now, it was a lovely arrangement.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms, her hand on his crotch, his on her breast. What a twisted romance they had blooming, but also quite sweet in many ways.
Sleep was deep and welcomed for Darcy. She was completely drained, and couldn't have stayed away to enjoy the moment if she'd wanted to. Something woke her up not that long after, maybe a few hours, judging from how much darker it was through the windows. There was that kind of still blackness that only came around with the midnight hour. That was a happy time for anyone who had been working hard through the day, and with many things to worry about, as well.
It took some time before Darcy realized she was awake. She sat up a little and leaned over the bed to look for the switch for her bedside lamp. Her eyes had to adjust to the darkness, losing the blurry haze. That's when she realized there was a faint light coming from across the room on the dresser: Speed’s phone. That must have been what woke her up in the first place. Someone was trying to get in touch with him, though it might have been something as simple as an email, or just a status update coming through some app.
She wasn’t about to start snooping around, not with a guy she was not even officially dating yet, and certainly not with a biker, not matter how sweet he treated her, outside the bedroom anyway. That was the kind of thing crazy women did, the types who were super possessive and jealous. Darcy didn't have anything to be jealous about. If Speed wanted to talk to other women, that was his own deal. She didn't believe that thought in the slightest, but it helped to tell herself that she didn't care, as she approached the phone.
The screen went black and suddenly it was difficult to walk across the room without losing her sense of position. She groped around, sure that the dresser must have been close enough to get to. She could feel her way to the light switch from there, as it was on the wall not far away. Then, another message came through, buzzing and lighting the screen up again. As such, all Darcy had to do was lean over a bit to see that the message had come from. That wasn't snooping, right? She was just looking, not touching, not prying.
Darcy wished that she hadn't even gone that far when she saw who the message was from.
“What the fuck?” she said loudly.
“Huh?” Speed stirred but rolled back over and began to breathe deeply again. The guy didn’t even snore, which was a bonus. But Darcy didn’t give a crap about that. She was furious and confused, and just hurt by what she'd seen on that phone screen.
He’d just received a picture message from her best friend. The preview showed up with the notification on the phone's lock screen. There was Aubrey, standing almost side-on from the camera, pushing her tight little butt out. It was not the type of picture a person would send a friend’s guy, even if they did have a crush on them. And she'd sent several other messages in concession, as evidenced by the status bar at the top of the screen. It must have been all of that buzzing that had slowly roused Darcy from that deep, beautiful sleep. Funny how things would change like that, from good to bad; the real kind of bad, too, not the kinky bedroom variety that she was becoming familiar with lately.
She tried to rationalize why there was now a naked picture of Aubrey on Speed’s phone, and maybe a lot more already. But it only made Darcy see red. She quietly gathered a few things, and left without waking Speed. Once in her car, she sped off and made the wheels squeal. The light in her apartment came on just as she was turning the corner off her street. She hoped it was Speed waking and worrying about her, then looking at the message and knowing exactly how he just lost her forever.
“Fucking bastard!” she yelled out as she drove off to a hotel nearby.
Chapter Sixteen
Speed hadn't woken up fully when Darcy left during the night. Shit, he didn't even realize she was gone until the early morning. How was he meant to know she'd taken off? He didn't make any excuses for simply being asleep when something happened. That was out of his control, and he wasn't an asshole for failing to chase after her. Still, it was inconvenient that he didn't wake up and find out where the fuck she'd gone.
The rest of the morning was spent trying to call her, or figure out where she might have gone. He didn't call her parents, since they probably had no idea who he was. Instead, he contacted Aubrey to see if she was willing to help sort out the mess she had created.
"Hi, Speed," she said with eagerness that was on the border of being pathetic. "Did you like the pictures I sent you? I'm sorry, but I had a few too many drinks and I—"
"
What are you drinking so much for? Aren't you still in training?" he said. He was mad at her, but he knew there was something going on in her mind that made her do these stupid things. He couldn't blame her, no matter how much he wanted to. And Darcy would have been even more upset if Aubrey did something to hurt herself, all because of something cruel he'd said to her. "You should be taking care of yourself. And as for those pictures, we really need to talk about that."
"You liked them, didn't you?" she sounded honestly curious, as though she had no idea Speed was practically dating Darcy.
He sat down and took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself to he wouldn't blow up and start yelling. "You know I'm with your friend, Darcy, don't you? I know you do, so why the hell are you sending me things like that?"
"Like I said, I'm sorry. I was drunk. It's not like I have anyone to cuddle up beside early at night. It gets lonely trying to be good and train hard. Does she know you're talking to me? Won't you get in trouble?"