Faith: Biker Romance (The Virtues Book 2)

by Lynn, Davida

  He stood up, seeming to change before me. The smile fell away, his eyes hardened, and his muscles danced beneath his skin.

  Eddie got in my face. I stood my ground, despite my raging heart. I met his gaze, despite the fear I felt.

  “You want dangerous? I can do dangerous. Illegal? You got it. But the real question is, does a prissy little city girl raised in the church know anything about illegal? Is your idea of dangerous making prank phone calls to the neighbors? Because if that’s the case, I’ll have you home at nine fifty-nine on the dot. I’m not wasting my time on some wannabe who caught a glimpse of a real man on ‘Dallas.’ Are you just looking for a thrill, Faith? Are you looking for a full page in your diary before you touch yourself and go to sleep in your pretty, white, four-poster bed?”

  His words resonated through me like the vibration of the motorcycle. I closed my eyes and let them flow in my ears. I knew what he was doing, and it was working. He knew he had the entirety of the power in our relationship, and he was teasing me with it. Teasing my pathetic request and teasing my thin resolve. I hated to admit it, but he was also turning me on.

  The power he had over me was radiant. It filled my body and made me lean just a little closer to him. I could feel his breath against my skin, and the kiss on the cheek seemed so childish compared to what I was aching for.

  When I opened my eyes, his lips were just an inch from mine. “You want danger?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice from shaking. My heart fought inside my chest, yearning to burst free.

  “You want me?”

  “Mmhm.” I couldn’t even open my mouth anymore. It was dry against my attempt to swallow. He was digging inside to my deepest and darkest desires. There was no resistance or wall I could hide behind.

  His lips were at my neck, and at the same time, his hands were pulling me to his body. Any strength I had disappeared as he grabbed my ass hard. A heat worse than any I’d ever known was swelling between my legs.

  It didn’t help that I was pressed against his manhood. It didn’t help at all. His lips at my neck were flames. The flames only made me hotter as he pulled the fabric out of the way to kiss down to my shoulder.

  “Oh my goodness,” I managed to squeak. I didn't want him to know I’d never been kissed. Not for real, anyway. Jacob had once stolen a kiss from me. It was hard on the lips and actually caused me to cut my inside lip on my teeth. I didn’t want Eddie to know how little experience I had.

  I moaned as he slid the strap of my dress down my shoulder. Eddie’s teeth found the strap of my simple gray bra, pulling it from me and letting it snap down against my skin. He was killing me in the best possible way.

  “So, you want danger?” As he spoke, his hand slid down the back of my church dress. “I can offer you danger. I think you need to feel the rush of stealing something.” I let out another breathy moan. His hand had found the bottom of the dress. Eddie slid it up as my heart raged on.

  I didn’t want to stop him. I was afraid. It was all new to me, but there was no way I wanted him to stop, and I really didn’t want to be that wannabe. I wanted to be his.

  His hand worked its way up the back of my thigh, finding my matching gray panties waiting. He pulled his lips from my shoulder, smiling. “Oh, and it looks like you’ll have a place to hide the loot.” He squeezed my ass.

  His words served to tease me more and more. When he slid the strap of my dress back to its original place, I thought I would die.

  He must have seen the pained look on my face. “Time to go get dangerous, Faith.”

  Eddie had fired the bike back up and we left the quietude of the foothills. We were heading back into Colorado Springs so that I could apparently go steal something. My mind raced the entire way down. I wondered if I could actually go through with it. I mean, it was what I wanted, but when I really thought about it, was it something I was capable of?

  I didn't even know where he was taking me. Was I going to steal a wallet or a car?

  We passed the display of a bank telling me that it was past nine already. I had no idea if he would keep up the squeaky clean image with my parents or throw caution to the wind and get me home who knows how long after ten.

  Eddie slowed as we came down a street like the one where we’d first met. It had that small town feel with shop windows on either side. The sidewalks were bare, but cars were parked along the curbs.

  My heart jumped harder than before at the thought that I was going to boost one of the parked cars. Part of me wanted to roll off of the bike and drag myself home, never to speak to Eddie again, but somehow I knew he’d never let me forget it. Another part of me wanted to dive in headfirst and show him I wasn’t the four-poster bed girl that he thought.

  Ahead, the glowing sign of a convenience store came into view, and I realized that I was an idiot for thinking I’d have to steal a car. He pulled the motorcycle into the parking lot and shut it down.

  “Time to shine, darlin’.”

  I had sweat on my brow, and my nerves were firing frantically beneath my skin, but there was no way I could back out. Before Eddie had felt me up, I had no idea how I’d actually steal something, but he was right: the only place it could go was into my panties, or maybe my bra. It was just another chance for him to get me fired up.

  I took the store in. The clerk was in partial view behind all the cigarette adverts in the window. The guy behind the counter had his head buried in Popular Mechanics. There were barely any cars on the street, and as far as I could see, no one else in the store.

  I knew I shouldn't do it. I knew it was wrong. I also knew that 7-11 made plenty and wouldn’t miss a few candy bars. I also knew that if I didn’t do something to break out of my dry and dull life, I’d turn to dust.

  I smiled at Eddie as he sat on his bike. “Any requests?”

  “I’d love a Coke, actually.”

  “A Coke? Come on. Why not request an encyclopedia or a rhino?” I had no idea how I would sneak out something that big, or cold, for that matter.

  Eddie had a cheeky response, as usual. “Nope, just the Coke, thanks.”

  I rolled my eyes and turned back to the store. The clerk was still occupied with the magazine.

  It’s now or never.

  Eddie had driven me ninety-nine percent of the way there. I had to walk the last one percent myself.

  As I made my way to the door, I thought of my parents. I thought of how mad they’d be if they found out. It made me smile, and I pushed the door open. The clerk barely looked past the magazine. I looked away the second we made eye contact. I was screaming at myself inside my head.

  Faith, be cool! Act natural.

  I headed down an aisle, and when I looked back, he had turned his attention back to whatever article he was into. I headed back to the cooler, my hands smoothing down the front of my dress. My eyes were at the ceiling, looking for cameras that would have their electronic eye out for people just like myself. I didn’t spot any, allowing me to breathe a small sigh of relief.

  I passed boxes of candy bars, wondering which one I’d try and get beneath my bra. Reese's Peanut Butter Cups were the best option. Everything else was much thicker, and I knew it would give me away.

  I snagged one from the shelf, keeping my body away from the clerk. I bent forward, hiding myself from the clerk. I shoved the chocolate beneath my dress and shoved and pushed it into my bra.

  I was still so turned on. The adrenaline rush was only getting me hotter. Eddie knew exactly what he was doing. Maybe kissing me and reaching beneath my dress was just preparation. Or maybe Eddie was just teasing me because it was fun, and because he knew he controlled me.

  Even as he sat outside on the motorcycle, he was controlling me. He was like the gatekeeper into my id, that part of me that needed to break loose. He whistled at me, worked his way into my life, and now was pushing me to do what I desired most: something dangerous.

  I stood in front of the cooler staring at the cans of Coke. God, it was g
oing to be cold.

  I reached for the door. As soon as it opened, a blast of chilly air painted itself against my skin. Between the workup Eddie had given me and the thrill of my impending shoplifting, it was a welcomed relief.

  I took a moment and closed my eyes. I could feel just how hot my skin was against the cool air. It danced over my legs and up my dress, sending a shiver running all the way up my spine.

  I knew I had to be quick. I reached in and grabbed onto my destiny in its twelve-ounce form.

  By the time I headed back toward the counter, I had to stifle the visible shivers that ran through me. I did my best to make my walk look natural. I was smoothing the fabric of the dress down over and over again, trying to make something disappear that just wouldn't.

  My nerves were going a mile a minute. I could hear the crinkle of the candy wrapper like a jet engine, and I was sure the Coke can stood out like a sore thumb. I was sweating, despite the chills.

  At the counter, I stood until the clerk realized I was there. I didn't know what I was going to say, but I didn’t want to just walk out without buying anything. My heart was on the verge of a permanent vacation, and when the guy on the other side of the magazine looked at me, I thought it would stop forever.

  “Um, do you guys have…” My mind was still blank. I couldn’t think of one thing that the 7-11 didn’t have.

  “Lipstick?” I blurted it out like I was coughing up a storm. I couldn’t have looked more suspicious if I had a gun slung over my shoulder.

  The clerk didn’t seem to notice. He sighed as he dropped the magazine to the counter. He looked around, as if looking would make them appear in some random aisle. He shook his head, his eyes barely raising past half open.

  “Okay, thanks anyway.”

  I turned for the door. I could see Eddie leaning against his motorcycle. I was right at the threshold when the clerk’s voice made me freeze.

  “Yo, hold up.”

  I almost bolted. My hand was on the door. I could have made it to Eddie before the clerk could even get around the counter. He’d have the engine fired, and we’d peel out of the parking lot before the clerk could even read the tiny license plate. Instead, I turned back to him.

  He was leaning over the counter. I didn’t turn my entire body to him, because I felt the coke can shifting inside my panties. My leg was almost numb even though it had only been against my skin for less than a minute.

  “We got lip balm stuff. You want that?” He pointed over the counter, down below. There, next to an assortment of lighters and candy bars, were small tubes of balm.

  I shook my head. “No, but thanks.” I pushed the door and felt the chilly evening air and the freedom. I walked forward, ever closer to Eddie and the bike. When I heard the door slam, I almost broke into a run.

  I didn’t dare turn back, but I knew if I did, I’d see the clerk with his head buried in the magazine again. The adrenaline surging through my veins wasn’t enough for me to realize I had done what children did all the time. It was still the biggest thrill of my life, and I was about to explode.

  Eddie had that “been there, done that” smile on his face as I moved increasingly quickly toward him. When I reached him, I threw my arms around him and planted a hard kiss on his lips. I had to break the kiss because he was laughing.

  I pushed away from him. “What’s so funny?”

  “Well, darlin’, one of your tits is square and crumpled and your ice cold dick is pressing against my leg.” He leaned over, laughing as he put his hands on his knees. I slapped him on the back, but it only brought more laughter.

  “Very funny,” I said, rolling my eyes.

  After checking to see that the clerk didn’t care and wasn’t watching, I reached into my bra and dug out the peanut butter cups. Eddie’s laughter faded away at the sight of me reaching into my cleavage. I tossed it to him. Eddie caught it with one hand and set it on the seat of the bike.

  Eddie looked back at me as I stood there my legs apart to try and save myself from some of the cold. “Well? I’m dying of thirst, here.”

  I looked back to the store again. I was fine reaching into my bra, but I wasn’t about to hike my dress up.

  I walked around to the other side of the motorcycle where I had at least a little bit of cover. I bent down at the knees, keeping myself hidden behind the sleek machine. Eddie watched. I knew he would, and I didn’t mind. In fact, I liked it. I wanted him to know I had done it, and I wanted his eyes on me.

  I smiled up at him as I reached beneath my dress. I brought the can out, grateful to be free of the freezing metal against my delicate skin. With a proud smile, I stood up and handed it to him.

  Eddie shook his head, the laughter still there. He cracked open the can and took a long pull from it. When he handed it to me, there was a wicked smile on his face. After a short and deep grunt, he said, “Sweet.”

  My heart raced at his look. My throat was desert dry, and I drained most of the can before handing it back to him. I looked around, hoping to spot a clock. It was probably getting close to ten, and we were two or three neighborhoods away from my prison.

  “It’s getting there, but I’ll get you back on time. Tell me how you feel.”

  I tried to get the words together, but my mind was racing far too fast. “It feels incredible. I can’t even describe it. It was the thrill of a lifetime, Eddie!”

  He smiled and let out a small laugh. “That’s your first time being bad, isn't it?”

  I nodded. “I’ve been a good little Christian girl my whole life. Up until a month ago, that is.”

  “It’s nice to see the decline from the very start.” Eddie pulled me hard against him. The can fell from my hands, but I never heard it clang to the ground. His kiss was passionate and manly, and I couldn't think of anything else.

  His arms were keeping me close, his lips were making me dizzy. The kiss seemed to last for ages, and I didn’t even care about getting home late. When it finally did break, I closed my eyes and took a long breath. There was something so right about Eddie, even though he was just so bad.

  He gave me that devilish grin. “It’s only the beginning.”

  The ride home ached. I couldn’t go back to the old life I had spent so much time trying to escape. Eddie could see it. He dropped me off a few blocks from home with two minutes to spare.

  He was still sitting on the motorcycle when I faced him. After another long kiss, he tilted his head toward my drive.

  “Back to the holy land with you, Faith. If you keep the act up, I will too. See you in church, darlin’.”

  With that, Eddie brought the motorcycle to life, letting it roar out into the night.

  I rolled my eyes and shook my head. He was right. Of course he was right. Eddie seemed to know me better than anyone. I did have to keep the act up. If my parents had any idea what Eddie was really like, I probably wouldn’t see the sun for at least five years.

  As I walked away, he called to me, “See you in church this Sunday!” Then he was off.

  The weeks dragged onwards. Winter arrived, uninvited as always, bringing barren trees and the first snowfall in early October. I passed my tests and was officially a high school graduate. I think my mother was far prouder than I was. She was the teacher who had made it happen, after all.

  Eddie came to church twice a week without fail, and my parents only grew fonder of him. I did, too, but for far different reasons.

  I called my sister not long after my mother had graded all of my final exams.