Buying My Bride: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance (Wild Aces MC)

by Zoey Parker

  I shrugged off my kutte and my shirt, letting them fall to the floor behind me as we continued through the bedroom door. Maria grabbed my undershirt and pulled it up, running her hands along the contours of my abs and my chest as she went. I pulled it over my head and grabbed her dress.

  We stopped when we reached the bed. Maria pushed me back, forcing me to lose my grip on her dress. I fell onto the soft mattress and looked up at her. She stood at the foot of my bed and reached back behind her dress. I heard the zipper slide down, and then she shimmied out as it fell to the floor.

  The fabric slid slowly down along the curves of her body. She then unclasped the front of her bra and pulled it back to reveal her perfect breasts to me. As she shrugged the straps off her shoulders, she grabbed herself and squeezed, running her fingers across her nipples, so the hardening peaks of pink flesh poked out between them.

  I followed her thin fingers down along her flat stomach as she reached for her panties. She grabbed them and slowly pulled them down, revealing the hairless flesh between her legs. She dropped her lace panties on my chest as she started to climb onto the bed.

  I grabbed them and let them fall next to me on the bed as she positioned her knees on either side of my hips. She looked down at me, gazing deep into my eyes with a devilish grin on her face. Her fingers gripped me, wrapping tightly around my shaft and stroking me. She was taking charge. Fine by me.

  I lay back and reached for her hips. She laughed quietly as she stayed where she was and continued to stroke me with her hand, making my desire for her grow into an almost painful longing. I narrowed my eyes up at her, but she simply returned my look with her grin.

  She held me in her hand and guided me as she lifted her hips over me. Her wet warmth hovered just above the head of my shaft, and she moved me until I started to slide into her opening. Her lips wrapped tightly around me as she slid down the length of my cock.

  She closed her eyes and moaned as I entered her, pressing deeper and deeper until she reached the base of my shaft. I rocked my hips against her, driving myself even deeper.

  “Oh, I’ve waited so long,” she called out. Her body hummed against mine as desire pulsed through her.

  I grabbed her hips and held her to me as I rocked myself against her. I pulled her down against me, rubbing her slit against my hips while I probed her with my desire. Her body jerked above me.

  Then, as if she’d been awoken by the pleasure she felt, she started to ride me. She placed her hands on my chest and started sliding up and down along my shaft, pulling herself almost completely off me and then slamming herself back down against my hips. She moved passionately, taking measured strokes against my body. She panted above me.

  I ran my hands up her back to her shoulders. I held them there to gently guide her movements so we didn’t get out of sync with each other. She started pushing down harder, slower, as if the weight of her pleasure was too much to bear.

  “Brawn,” she called out, like she was going to say something else but cut herself short. Her body shook above me as her whole figure grew tense. She moved her hands to my shoulders and clenched down on me as her whole body seemed to strain.

  I pushed up with my hips and pulled down on her shoulders, at the same time. I forced her to slide the rest of the way down on me, until I was all the way inside her. I felt her muscles gripping me, creating friction between us that only drove my ecstasy closer and closer.

  “Fuck,” she all but screamed as her enraptured body released above me. She started rocking her hips furiously against me while her legs shook and her limbs quivered. I could feel her growing tighter, wetter around me as she reached orgasm.

  I wasn’t far behind.

  I held her to me and rolled us over, pumping myself into her a few more times before pulling out and taking myself in my hand over her the hairless mound between her legs. I groaned as I let myself pour out onto her skin. She writhed beneath me in pleasure as I spilled onto her.

  It had been too long, indeed. We were both starved for affection and the physical connection we shared during sex. Passion had overtaken us, and we had indulged in physical pleasure, but there was something deeper in the dreamy look in her eyes and the smile beaming up at me when I looked down at her.

  She ran her hands over her breasts while I worked out the last few drops of pleasure onto her. She bit her lip again and moaned, arching her back.

  “Damn, baby,” I panted, collapsing next to her. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed a box of tissues sitting there for her. I pulled a few out and wiped myself off her.

  She kissed my chest and my arms while I cleaned her off. “We shouldn’t wait so long to do that again,” she said.

  I smiled at her. “I agree.”

  “Well, take charge sometime. That way next time I don’t have to.” She winked and rolled away from me.

  I put an arm around her waist and pulled her to me, pressing myself against her. We lay together in the dark as our bodies came down from the ecstasy we’d just shared. I listened as her breathing slowed, but I could tell she was still awake. I could feel it in her body.

  Neither one of us spoke.

  I kissed her shoulder and back lightly while I held her in my arms. She grabbed my hand and pulled it up between her breasts, tangling our fingers as she held me there. We embraced silently, neither of us sleeping, neither of us talking about what had happened. The collection of moments like this, moments where we had connected on a deeper level, hung in the air over us, heavy with implications that could have endangered our agreement.

  But I wasn’t letting go. I wasn’t going to send her back to her room. I wasn’t going to pretend in the morning that it never happened. I wasn’t going to treat her like a stranger at work anymore.

  She sighed, and I felt her body finally start to relax. I gripped her tighter with my arm and pressed myself closer against her gentle, soft body. I kissed the top of her head and breathed in the scent of her herbal shampoo. I closed my eyes and let myself relax next to her.

  Chapter 15

  Maria

  “What happened?” Elissa asked when I finally got around to calling her. “You just disappeared. Your phone was off, and I even went up to find you at the office. Your dad said you were gone.”

  “He didn’t say anything else?” I asked her. It was almost comforting that he hadn’t said anything about the kidnapping – or attempted kidnapping.

  “No, just that you left work one day and never came back. He made it sound like he knew but didn’t care enough to say,” my best friend told me.

  “That sounds about right. So much has happened, girl. So much.” I told her about quitting the job, just like I’d told her I was going to do that morning. Then, I told her about getting kicked out and losing my phone and everything. I left out the part about being kidnapped.

  “So, did you finally get into nursing school? Where are you? What are you doing?” She fired off her questions back-to-back.

  “Yes, I finally got into school.” In fact, I was calling her to take a break from my work. I was sitting on the guest bed at Brawn’s house. I had turned the guestroom into my own little study, and I stored my school stuff in there.

  “Sounds like there’s more to your story than that. Where are you, and what else have you been up to, Maria? When do I get to see my best friend?”

  “Whoa, one thing at a time,” I said, laughing at her. “Remember that biker who worked for my dad who was always checking me out? The creepy one, Mickey?”

  “Yeah, I remember you telling me about him. What about him?” she asked.

  I had to figure out a way to tell her what had happened without telling her exactly what happened. “He quit that morning, too. He took me up to this cabin in the woods to give me some time to calm down.”

  “Oh, that’s freaky. You mean you went willingly? He could have kidnapped you!”

  I couldn’t stop the laughter. If she’d only known. “He’s very convincing. Let’s put it that way.�
� I felt the smirk on my face, and my cheeks burned. Luckily, no one was around to see me.

  “So you’ve slept with him,” she said bluntly.

  “A couple of times, yeah.”

  “Man, you guys are moving slow. Are you living with him now? At the cabin?”

  “We’re living in his house in town. We’re not trying to date or get involved. The sex just happened,” I tried to explain.

  “Right. I know you, Maria. The sex doesn’t just happen with you,” she said.

  “Regardless, we’re also business partners.”

  “What? You’ve been busy, girl.”

  “I have.” I told her about how Brawn was a carpenter and we’d opened a carpentry to woodworking shop for him. I ran the business, and he did the work.

  “Are you doing that now, while you’re going to school?” she asked in amazement, as if she expected me to tell her I was.

  “Not right now. He sent me home, told me to focus on school while a couple of the old ladies from the MC handle my job. But I want to go back, and I’m thinking about changing from nursing to business or management, something along those lines,” I confessed, saying those thoughts aloud for the first time.

  “You’ve always wanted to be a nurse,” Elissa reminded me.

  “I know.” I closed my books and put them away on the nightstand. I got up from the bed and started out of the room.

  “What changed?” she asked, and it was a good question. It was the right question. Elissa was good at that.

  “I don’t know. Well, I know; I just don’t know how to put it into words. I don’t know how to describe my experience,” I told her.

  “Give it a shot, Maria.”

  “The deal with Mickey was that if I would help him get his business off the ground, he was going to help me with school. No big deal. That’s what’s happening right now. He’s helping me pay for it, letting me stay with him, everything. But I’ve spent the last few months working with him, side by side, every day. We have built this business from the ground up, which means we’ve put in long hours. Hell, we even started getting our mail at the shop because we were never home,” I said as I made my way into the living room.

  “So what does that have to do with nursing? You’ve definitely earned the opportunity.” She wasn’t getting it.

  “But I think it changed what I want, Elissa. I want to have something that is mine, at least in part. You know, all the work, time, and effort that’s going to have to go into being a good nurse has already been invested in creating this business that is doing really well. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to turn my back on nursing or on what we’ve built together.” I didn’t like how whiny I sounded, but there wasn’t much I could do about it.

  “Sounds like that sex that just happened is clouding your judgment. But that’s my opinion,” Elissa joked.

  “Real funny. I told you, it was just sex. We aren’t together.”

  “Then where’s the loyalty coming from?” she asked. It was another good question.

  “I don’t know,” I said slowly, as I let her question sink in.

  “You need to think about that, Maria. I can’t give you an answer on this one. I’m glad you’re in school, and I’m glad you finally found time to call me so I know you’re not lying in a ditch somewhere. But you have to figure out where your loyalty lies and why you’re doubting something you’ve been telling me you wanted to do since we were kids.”

  I sighed. She was right. I looked around the living room at the couches, the coffee table, the back door leading out to the patio he put down himself. Brawn’s essence permeated the room. It wasn’t as clear and overpowering at home as it was at his cabin, where he’d built everything with his own hands, but his touch could be seen.

  “You know, you don’t have to leave him to pursue nursing,” Elissa said finally, breaking the silence. She’d figured it out. She hit the nail on the head.

  “I know,” admitted, failing to tell her that leaving him was exactly what I’d been worried around, almost afraid of even.

  “It’s obvious that’s what you’re worried about. I know you’re just friends or just business partners, or reluctant lovers who don’t want to admit it, but if he’s willing to put you through school and give you a place to stay, I’m willing to bet he’s ready to keep you around even if you choose to go work somewhere else once you’re out of school,” she encouraged me.

  I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

  “What are you thinking right now?” she asked.

  “I’m thinking I need to get back to work,” I answered with a laugh.

  “Okay, I can let you do that. Just don’t do anything stupid like change your major or drop out.”

  “Oh, don’t worry. I can’t drop out. He’d lose his shit over that. No; even if I changed majors, I’d have to keep quiet until afterwards. We’ve both put a lot of work into this,” I said.

  “Nonsense, Maria. I bet if you went to him with any decision and talked to him the way you talk to me, he’d be all right with it. Maybe you should try it,” she suggested.

  It wasn’t that I thought he would be angry and suddenly turn into an abusive boyfriend. If he had a mean bone in his body, I hadn’t seen it yet. I just didn’t want to disappoint him, really. That was the big thing. He treated my hopes and dreams like they were his hopes and dreams.

  “Are you still there?” she asked.

  “Yeah, I’m sorry,” I said distractedly. “Just trapped in my head.”

  “Look, it’ll be fine. You’re just overwhelmed. Why don’t you run up to the shop where you guys work?” she asked.

  I laughed. “I don’t have a car.”

  “You don’t have a car? What happened to your car?”

  I froze. I had to stop myself from telling her that I’d left it at the house when Brawn grabbed me. Instead, I told her, “My father kept it when I left.”

  “Oh, damn. That sucks. You’ve pretty much had to rebuild from the ground up, then, haven’t you?”

  “Yeah. When Brawn took me with him, I just left everything behind,” I explained.

  “Brawn?”

  “Oh, sorry,” I said, snickering. “That’s what the guys in the MC call Mickey.”

  “And you call him that, too. Of course you do. Maria, I feel like maybe I should be surprised, but I’m really not. You were never the most conventional person.” She sounded disappointed in me.

  “It’s been a long road. Luckily, Brawn is pretty smart with money, so it hasn’t been as hard as it could have been.”

  “I’m sure if he’s involved enough to go by his street name, he doesn’t have to worry much about money at all,” she said, her voice thick with accusation.

  “What’s that supposed to mean, Elissa?”

  “Come on, Maria, don’t play naïve with me. We both know better. He’s a biker, and he’s in a motorcycle club. Everyone knows what those guys get into,” she said.

  “Wow. I’m floored by your prejudice, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised either. You know, for your information, the only money he’s taken that might have been connected to the MC was a loan from his brother. His real brother, not just one of the other guys from the MC. He wanted to do this on his own but he couldn’t. He paid it back almost instantly once we had the business up and running. No other money has come through the shop. No weapons, no drugs, nothing. I even had to talk him into bringing in people from the MC to work for him. He didn’t even want to do that,” I explained.

  “Are you sure?” Those three simple words, said bluntly, were enough to shake my confidence. Not in Brawn, but in my friendship with Elissa.

  “Elissa, we’ve been friends forever, for as long as I can remember, right?”

  “Right, and you know I’m just trying to look out for you. It seems to me you’re making some pretty rash decisions here, even for you, and I just want you to think about what you’re doing with your life.” I could tell by her tone that she really believed what she was say
ing.

  “Okay, you should know better than anyone else that I’m not just going to rush into something stupid. We were both left with no other choice than to work together to get out of our current situations,” I explained.

  “Is there something you’re not telling me?” she asked.

  I wanted to tell her there was something I wasn’t telling her. I sighed. “Yes, there are details that are hard to explain, but we were left without any other options. And I thought the same thing when we started talking about things. I thought about all the stereotypes of bikers and motorcycle clubs, but he’s not like that. For one, he’s a really nice guy. He doesn’t take any shit, though, and he does have a hard time with authority. He’ll do right by people, but he also won’t tolerate anyone doing people wrong,” I explained.