Heart Racer (Heart Racer College Biker Romance Series)

by Marian Tee

  Leandro slowly got off his bike, the girls going wild as he came solidly to his feet and slowly took off his helmet.

  She watched in dry-mouthed wonder, her heart still racing, unable to believe someone so dazzlingly good had said he loved her.

  And then his eyes found her.

  Once, she had been talking to a girl who had asked her about love. And Bobby, fresh from the heartbreak of Blaine’s cruelty, had said everything in her heart, knowing that all the girls in their yoga class – most of whom knew what had gone down between her and Valerie – were listening. She had spoken the words defiantly, wanting everyone to know that even though she had been humiliated, she wasn’t going to let Blaine and Valerie win again by allowing herself to be bitter.

  The man I picture in my mind is someone ordinary like me. Maybe he’s wearing glasses, maybe he’s not so handsome, but it’s how he loves me that’s extraordinary. It doesn’t matter how many people there are in a room. He knows when I’m there and he’ll find me right away, because I’m his heart and you always have to know where your heartbeat’s coming from.

  Tears blurred her gaze but Bobby blinked them away, needing to know that she wasn’t imagining things – that Leandro had indeed found her.

  A smile slowly curved on his lips. Hi.

  The tears fell as she mouthed, Hi.

  She was going to break down any moment. She didn’t want to, but she couldn’t help it. Her heart was thumping so hard it was a wonder it hadn’t broken out of her chest.

  Bobby saw concern briefly cross Leandro’s face and she knew that he had realized how close she was to losing control.

  And then---

  Her eyes widened.

  Leandro blew her a kiss.

  Screams burst out from the women in the crowd, but Bobby ended up bursting into laughter. It was the mushiest thing he could have done – something Leandro Christopoulos as the world knew him would never have done – but he had done it. He had done it even though she was pretty sure he would consider it the least manly thing he had ever done in his life. He had done it – for her.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Bobby re-read Leandro’s messages on her phone as a way of calming her racing heartbeat while she took the stairs.

  Leandro: What do you mean we can’t see each other tonight? You practically had a date with Kellion, and now you’re telling me I can’t fucking see you?

  Bobby: I didn’t have a date with Kellion. I asked him to accompany me so I could drool over your amazingness.

  Leandro: I can feel your sarcasm even from here, mégaira.

  Bobby: We are soooo connected it’s uncanny.

  Leandro: I’m coming over.

  Bobby: No! Trust me – I have stuff to do tonight, okay? But we’ll see each other tomorrow. I promise.

  Leandro: You better have a good explanation for this tomorrow.

  Bobby: Good night. See you tomorrow.

  Leandro: A really good explanation or I’m going to kill you for torturing me needlessly.

  Her lips quirked at the threat and Leandro’s last message for the night. Was the fact that she was going to sneak into his room naked good enough?

  A pair of bodyguards was, as Derek Christopoulos had warned her, indeed stationed outside Leandro’s room, but they let her in without a word, having already been instructed to do so by Derek.

  “Thanks,” she mumbled awkwardly without looking at either of them. She was too embarrassed, knowing that they wouldn’t have a hard time guessing what she was here for.

  The door closed soundlessly behind her.

  The room was dark. It was a lot larger than her dorm room, but then she was merely one of the many rich students of the university while Leandro was a Christopoulos himself. She silently crossed his living room to get to his bedroom, the door thankfully unlocked as well.

  It was also completely dark inside, but the sliver of moonlight that streamed into the room from the window allowed Bobby to see Leandro lying on his stomach. He was bare-chested…and as naked as her, with the blankets exposing the upper slope of his tight buttocks.

  She gulped. A part of her urged her to go back and forget about it, but Bobby knew if she did that, she would never find the courage to do it again. Bobby untied her trench coat as quietly as she could and let it slip to the carpeted floor.

  She tiptoed to the bed and gingerly placed one knee on it, the mattress dipping under her added weight.

  Leandro woke up instantly, knowing that someone was getting into bed with him. He swiftly rolled to his back and froze.

  Bobby had one knee on the bed, bent over him, her breasts dangling over his head. Acute embarrassment was painted on her face.

  He said hoarsely, “Bobby?”

  She said weakly, “Surprise.”

  He couldn’t believe it. “Is it really you?”

  To hide her growing embarrassment, Bobby retorted gruffly, “Who else would be getting into bed with you?”

  In answer, he lifted himself slightly, leaning his weight on his elbows. And without any warning, he took one nipple into his mouth, his lips closing over it like a temptingly sweet fruit that he could no longer resist devouring.

  A moan of surprised pleasure came out of Bobby.

  The taste was sweet and familiar. He released her nipple to groan, “It is you.”

  When he sucked harder, her body melted, and she fell onto him with a gasp. He groaned again with even greater pleasure, his hands automatically clasping her waist as he lifted her slightly in the air so he could kick the covers away.

  When he settled her down, she was a perfect fit, her small curvy body soft against his hardness, his cock finding a warm and slickly wet home between her legs.

  Bobby whimpered, unable to believe the thrill of forbidden pleasure that struck her when she experienced for the very first time the feeling of having a man’s cock between her legs. Things had never gotten far between her and Blaine, something that used to make her feel frigid and ugly. But now she knew it had been God protecting her, knowing she was destined to belong to someone better, someone who truly loved her for everything that she was.

  She sighed when he finally released her nipple. She hadn’t been able to breathe properly the whole time. His lips trailed hungrily up her neck and she arched, eager to give him more access.

  Bobby’s responsiveness blew him away, and the fact that she had willingly come to his bed was more than enough to have him painfully aroused. He demanded hoarsely, “What are you doing here?”

  She smiled down at him, a goofy kind of smile that most people would have been surprised to see on someone as tough as Bobby. “Seducing you?”

  The answer was too fucking sexy and Leandro had to kiss her, his tongue making no preliminary moves. It simply swept in, reclaiming possession. Her hands settled on his shoulders, fingers squeezing hard as he kissed her more deeply. Her breasts flattened against his chest, her pointed nipples brushing against his own.

  When he allowed her to breathe again, he demanded, “Is this why you didn’t want me to come over?”

  “I wanted to surprise you.”

  He said roughly, “This is more than a fucking surprise. This is…the best surprise I’ve ever had.”

  Bobby took a deep breath. “And if I tell you I…I love you? What kind of surprise would that be?”

  The words had him frozen, and the vulnerable look on Bobby’s face had his chest constricting. “Do you really love me?” He had to ask because he could not believe that even with the shitty things he had done in his life, he was still blessed to have someone as pure and untouched as Bobby.

  She whispered tremulously, “Yes. I didn’t want to…I don’t know how it happened, but yes. I love you.”

  The emotions in her voice moved him more than anything. It spoke of her fears that were no different from his own. She was afraid of loving him, but she had overcome it because she wanted to take a risk…on him.

  “Your love,” he told her unevenly, “isn’t any ordinar
y surprise either. It’s a life-altering moment.”

  Tears struck her eyes. “I love you, Leandro.”

  He cupped her face and kissed her, his heart heavy because he suddenly felt he had no right to speak the same words to her. Not wanting for either of them to think and ruin what was the most beautiful moment of their lives, Leandro rolled her on her back and moved to settle himself between her legs.

  His kiss swallowed her gasp of surprise at the quick change of their positions. When he lifted his head, he told her roughly, “I hope you don’t have any important classes tomorrow.”

  She blinked at the sudden change of subject. “N-none, I think. Why?”

  “Because I’m going to keep you up all night.” He kissed her hard. “I’ve dreamt of this too long to be satisfied with just once, mégaira.”

  Before she could answer, Leandro had claimed her lips again, and the way he kissed her told Bobby that the time for talking was over. Leandro was going to make love to her and he did not want her to think of anything else but that.

  It was a very easy demand.

  His mouth and hands were everywhere, kissing every inch of her naked body until she could only sob his name. His fingers expertly teased her nipples into extending even more until they pierced his tongue when he sucked on them again. He sucked long and hard on each nipple, and now and then he would bite them hard, as if taking pleasure in the way she screamed.

  When he wasn’t sucking on her nipples, he was kneading her breasts, squeezing them hard countless times. He stared at them like he could not get enough of her breasts. “These are all mine, Bobby. Only mine. No one can ever see how gloriously round your breasts are.”

  “They’re big---”

  “Yes, they’re big.” His voice vibrated with sexual satisfaction. “They don’t even fit my hands.”

  She moaned in embarrassment at that. “Leandro, don’t say that---”

  “But it’s true, and I know the men envy me for owning these.” He bent down to nuzzle his face in the valley of her breasts. “Mine, Bobby. Mine.”

  She could only agree, whimpering, “Yes, it’s yours.”

  His mouth moved down but he didn’t let go of her breasts, kneading them as if he wanted every part of her body screaming with need for him. She writhed under him when she felt his searing gaze on the triangle between her legs. “Leandro, don’t stare---”

  “I can do whatever I want, mégaira. Your body’s mine.” And oh God, his arrogance shouldn’t have turned her on so much, but it did and all Bobby could do was whimper and let her body do as he willed when he took hold of her legs and parted them.

  The first lick of his tongue made her shudder, the second longer lick had her whimpering, and the third hard lick, followed by the thrust of his tongue into her body, made Bobby’s head twist left and right against the pillow. “Leandro!”

  Her fingers moved to his head. “Please…please…stop…” She wouldn’t survive this. It was impossible to survive this kind of agony, the way his tongue felt like a small but powerfully intense force of heat that kept on stabbing her core, thrusting in and out and leaving her breathless and restless.

  Leandro lifted his head.

  She started to breathe.

  But he rasped out, “No. I’m never going to stop.”

  And then his head was back between her legs, his hands curving around her buttocks to squeeze them hard before using it to push her mound further up, allowing his tongue to slide in.

  “Leandro!” She screamed when she felt the first stirring of pleasure. And then it happened too fast, the tiny stirs of pleasure erupting into a whirlwind of agonizing bliss, all of it centered in the heat that Leandro still had not stopped penetrating with his tongue.

  He sucked her dry, not letting her go even though Bobby struggled to be free, her embarrassment more acute than ever. “I love eating you. Let me eat you.”

  “But---” Her voice trailed off when she saw him licking his lips, as if he wanted more of her come. The sight had her body throbbing again.

  “It’s part of you, Bobby, and I love every part of you.”

  She shuddered at his words. “Th-then l-let me eat you, too.”

  He said thickly, “You will. In time. But for now, I need to be in control and make sure that I cause you as little pain as possible.” A dark expression touched his face. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Bobby said shakily, “I think that’s sometimes inevitable, so it’s not going to be your fault if it does.” She wanted to say more but couldn’t, whimpering instead when he started stroking her folds. Her core throbbed hard, the flesh still sensitive after the first orgasm she experienced.

  “Ready for me to own you in another way, mégaira?”

  “No.”

  He laughed. “Don’t be terrified. It will be good.” And he slowly slid one finger into her, pushing and pushing until her flesh stretched to accommodate the unusual thickness. He thrust it in and out at a steady pace, his cock nearly bursting with need at the way Bobby moaned his name over and over.

  When he felt her flesh loosening, he slid another finger in and Bobby rewarded him with a moan full of unadulterated pleasure.

  When he slid a third finger in, Bobby’s body jerked, the combined thickness of his fingers forcing her flesh to stretch seemingly beyond its capability. “God, Leandro…” She felt so full and raw, and the feeling was so beautifully painful she didn’t want it to end.

  “Is it good?” he asked hoarsely.

  “Too good,” she gasped.

  “Then we’re doing it right.” He didn’t let her speak anymore, knowing it was time to give her another orgasm. He sucked her nipples and reached for her clit with his other hand.

  The combined impact of his mouth on her nipple, his finger on her clit, and the nonstop thrusts of his fingers into her pussy were too much, and Bobby came apart once again with a scream she was pretty sure everyone in his dorm building could hear.

  At this point, she didn’t care.

  All she knew was that she wanted more of this pleasure. It hurt bad, too, but it also hurt so, so good that she knew she would be addicted to it forever. She groaned in protest when he pulled his fingers out, but when she realized that he was looming over her and holding his cock with his hand, Bobby fell silent, tense and excited at the same time.

  Both of them watched him slowly guide his cock in, a gasp escaping her mouth when the head of his cock made it inside her.

  Leandro growled, “Don’t make any kind of sexy sound or I’ll lose it.”

  “I-I’ll t-try…” She couldn’t take her gaze off what was happening, and she held her breath as Leandro started to push it in deeper. Oh God…she felt so full…he was too big…were they really going to fit? It didn’t feel like it.

  “Bobby?”

  She looked up.

  He pushed in.

  She sucked her breath in at the pain of his penetration, his cock tearing the barrier of her hymen to mark Leandro’s total possession of her body.

  “Leandro,” she whispered. She was shaking so badly in his arms. She couldn’t believe he was inside her. This time it was not his fingers, not his tongue, but his cock inside her and oh God, she didn’t know what to do. The sensations were too confusing, the pain making her dizzy and breathless.

  “Look at me.”

  She focused on the dark voice, and bit by bit Leandro’s beautiful face became clear.

  “You’re mine now.”

  “Yes.”

  “You will always be mine.”

  “Yes.”

  He moved and she gasped, realizing with surprise that he wasn’t even fully in. “Leandro, are we really---”

  He pushed again, more forcefully this time, and his entire length went inside her. “That’s it, mégaira. You have everything inside you.” He clasped her bottom. “Tell me when it’s not painful anymore.”

  “It’s not---”

  He started to move.

  “Oh God.” She held on to him, and
he took that as his cue to move at a faster but steady pace, making sure he remained in control so he could give her as much time to adjust to his cock as possible. Her nails were going to leave bloody marks on his back with the way she was clutching him, but Leandro knew he would wear the marks proudly. It was proof that he had been the only one capable of making the tough Bobby Granger fall apart with pleasure.

  When she started to move in time with his thrusts, clumsily at first and then with greater confidence, her hips pushing against his hips, he growled, “I’m going to fuck you very hard now.”

  She wetted her lips and said breathlessly, “You’re all words---” She ended up screaming, Leandro taking the challenge wordlessly. He fucked her hard indeed, his cock shoving in and out of her with such forceful thrusts her body nearly bent backwards to accommodate him. He fucked her so hard the bed started to move with him, rocking against the wall, and the sound of pounding against the wall coupled with the slapping sound of his cock pounding into her was so erotic she knew she was close to her third orgasm for the night.

  “Leandro.”

  Bang, bang, bang. The bed bumped hard against the wall with each powerful thrust of his cock.

  Slap, slap, slap. The sound of their wet bodies connecting with each thrust only emphasized the forbidden flavor of their lovemaking, whispering to them that it was possible the noise they were making was enough to wake everyone in the dorm.

  Oh God, could they? Could the others hear, and would they know it was her?

  The thought that they could hear them – and they would know it was her Leandro Christopoulos was fucking – was so shockingly sexual that it pushed her over the edge. “Leandro!”

  When she broke apart in his arms with a keening cry, Leandro lost all vestiges of control, thrusting in and out of her, his hips pumping furiously over her. And then he was coming, his seed bursting out of him as he roared his release.

  He looked down at her as he came, and the look on her face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. This girl had risked what he could not risk because she loved him. She truly loved him.