Sinful Biker

by Terri Lane

  “Yes ma’am,” Whitney said.

  Molly smiled and glanced down at Whitney’s hand, wrapped around Julian’s. Whitney didn’t even remember taking it. He was just there by her side. Mad or not, he was showing that he was going to be there for her while she faced her mother.

  “Yeah about that, you two,” Molly began.

  Julian cut her off. “Now we don’t want you to feel weird about it or anything.”

  Whitney jumped in. “And it’s not like we never dated before you and Duke got married.”

  “And we don’t care what anyone has to say. We’re gonna keep seeing each other no matter what.” Julian stated firmly.

  “We are?” she smiled innocently and looked up to him.

  Julian sighed, and kissed her temple, “We got some things to work out, but yeah.”

  Molly laughed. “I ain’t gonna stop two adults from seeing each other. What I was gonna tell you is you don’t have to sneak around about it. Everybody knows and nobody cares. Well, Tara kind of cares, but she’s a loose cannon about everything. Have fun. Live your life. You ain’t gonna hear no complaints from me.”

  Whitney hugged her mother and stood there with Julian as she went back inside the club. There was no telling what to expect, but when Julian offered to go back inside, hand in hand, Whitney thought it would be the perfect time to gauge everyone’s reactions.

  It was just as her mother had said, nobody cared. There weren’t any scathing remarks from anyone. They all spoke to them as if walking hand in hand was a normal occurrence. The relief from that burden alone was enough to make Whitney wish she’d never left the way she did.

  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 =

  Playing Hard

  James

  “What the hell are you talking about?” I exclaimed loudly as I banged my fist down on my manager’s desk. “Brian, we are killing it at the moment. People love Playing Hard.”

  “Yes, they do.” He folded his arms across his chest which was a clear indicator that he was about to say something pissy, something that would really irritate me. He’d been the manager of my band for almost seven years, I knew his tells by now. “And a part of what they love is your story. Yes, the music sells itself and the tour ticket sales are doing well, but you could do more. They love seeing Liam settling down, watching Clint get together with that model…what’s his name? Bex, Ben, or something like that. Anyway, that’s awesome. But you…” He shook his head at me, proving just how disappointed he was in me. “But, James, you’re still exactly the same as you were when Playing Hard first got big. You party too hard, you make idiotic displays of yourself at awards ceremonies, you’re constantly seen with a different woman on your arm…”

  “Yeah,” I interrupted sharply. “My life is fucking amazing. I have it all. I don’t want to change.” It was a dream come true. Brian was obviously just jealous, and why wouldn’t he be?

  “The other boys in the band are…”

  “I don’t give a shit about the others in the band.” I narrowed my eyebrows at him, really starting to lose my patience. “They can do whatever the fuck they want, I want to do my own thing.”

  If I was being totally honest with myself, it did get to me that the others had moved on with their lives, that they didn’t seem to care about the after parties and the rock star fun anymore, but I wasn’t going to admit that to Brian. That was my business only. Anyway, they were the ones losing out, not me!

  “It doesn’t matter what you want, James. You are in the public eye, you have to act in a certain way. Your fans have grown up now, it’s time for you to do the same.” Brian’s patient tone only wound me up more.

  “They like me because I’m a bad boy. The long dark hair, the dark eyes, the dark attitude.” I flung my hands above my head in dismay. “I am Playing Hard because I do play hard. Everyone knows that the lead singer is the main attraction of any band anyway, and that’s me.” As if to prove my point, I lifted my top up slightly to show off my abs. It was my signature move at gigs and it caused the loudest screams ever. Brian knew that. He got paid because of that.

  “James, I’m serious.”

  Urgh, I really needed a drink. I didn’t usually start at ten o clock in the morning, but I didn’t usually have to deal with this shit so early either. “What do you want me to do, Brian? What can I do to make this meeting come to end in an instant?”

  “I was hoping you’d ask that.” The smug smile that spread across his face as he shoved his glasses further up his nose made my heart race faster. “Because I actually do have a really good idea. Of course, you’ll have to stop all the excessive partying too…”

  “I need to party, half my life is partying.”

  “Essential, work related partying is fine. You do need to be seen f
or promotional reasons, but not too much.”

  “Urgh, whatever, Brian.” I had absolutely no intention of going along with that, but whatever. There was no point in hashing out something that we were never going to agree on. This was how we worked: he told me to do something, I did the opposite. No point in switching up the formula.

  “I have arranged a romance between you and that up and coming R and B singer, Thea. I’m sure you’ve heard of her.” He pulled a magazine out of his desk drawer and showed me the image of a girl in a knee length dress. She was classically beautiful, with chocolaty colored skin and big brown eyes. Her dark hair fell down her back in a nice enough way and I could tell that she had some pretty awesome curves.

  She was cute, definitely not my type.

  “A fake romance? Are you serious? We don’t do that sort of thing.”

  “We do that sort of thing all the time. Everything we do for you guys is managed well. This is just a short-term arrangement where you are seen with a good girl—Thea has a squeaky clean image—and people see that you are starting to grow up.”

  I leaned back in my chair and gave Brian a disgusted smirk. “Well, I would ask what she’s getting out of the arrangement, but she she’s getting to be seen on my arm, so…question asked and answered.”

  “Don’t act like that around her. Don’t be a pig. Be nice, okay?” Brian warned loudly. He pointed his pencil at me as he spoke, as if that would make me take him more seriously. “Thea really is a good girl. She’s nice. She doesn’t need you bringing her down.”

  “So, when do I need to start this bullshit arrangement?” The sooner I proved to Brian that my bad boy image didn’t affect sales, the sooner I could get back to being me. “And what do we need to do, show up at a few events, get our picture taken, see what happens?”