The Outlaw Biker's Betrayal: A Bad Boy MC Romance

by Sienna Wiliiams

  “Come on.” He said and I hustled out of my seat. We walked out of La Belle and he looked around. “Where’s your car at?” He asked and I looked at him dumbfounded.

  “Oh, I didn’t drive here.” I said trying to sound as normal as possible. “I took a cab and I’ll catch a cab to get back as well.” Eric shook his head.

  “I feel bad that you took a cab here.” He said looking at me with concern. “You don’t have to worry about catching a cab, I’ll take you home.” My face heated up then. I couldn’t let him do that.

  “You don’t have too.” I said quickly and readjusted my dress. “I don’t want you to go through all of that trouble. Please don’t worry about me.” He looked at me long and hard then he sighed.

  “I get it you’re uncomfortable with me taking you home. Let me at least call you a cab and give you the money for it.” I wanted to refuse his offer, but when he pulled out several twenty dollar bills, my words stopped in my throat. I needed the money bad and if he decided to choose another woman, I’d at least have money for food and a few more nights at the motel. He took my hand gently in his and placed the money in it.

  “Thank you.” I said softly. I was incredibly embarrassed but thankful as well. He smiled again and hustled towards the curb when he saw a taxi about to pass us by. The taxi pulled over to us and Eric opened the door for me.

  “What’s your phone number by the way? I’d like to call you tomorrow.” I couldn’t tell him that my phone was cut off so I did the next best thing and lied.

  “Sorry, I broke my phone recently and I’m waiting for my company to send me the new one.” He frowned but nodded his head.

  “Alright I’ll just email you then. Have a good night Maria.”

  “Same to you” I said and he closed the door. When Eric was out of sight I told the driver that he could drop me off around the corner because I didn’t live that far. The man looked at me in confusion in his rearview mirror, but he didn’t say anything. Thankfully I had three dollars on me so I had given it to the driver. I didn’t wait for my change I just exited his vehicle with a smile on my face. I walked down the still semi-light street and I knew that I had to hustle because it’ll be getting dark soon. I didn’t want to be out at night walking out of fear someone would think that I was a prostitute because of the way that I was dressed. I might have been wearing some five inch heels, but I was walking like I was wearing sneakers.

  “Hey baby, you working?” A man who smelled strong of weed asked when I walked passed him. This was exactly why I wanted to hurry and get to the motel because the men around these parts were on the prowl. I said nothing as I quickened my steps and I cursed myself for not taking the cab. When I got back to the motel and went into my room, I slumped onto the bed. I was still not over what John did to me, but even though this would be more like a business proposition, I felt that Eric could take my mind off of John. I pulled my phone out of my purse and I was shocked that I had an email from Eric already.

  I hope you made it home safely. I had a really good time with you this evening and I hope that I can see you again soon. Tell me your availability so that we can make it happen.

  Eric.

  I smiled as I read the message thinking that there was no way that he’d pick anyone but me as his bride. I was pretty much free all day every day when I wasn’t out looking for a job. I didn’t want to tell him that though and thankfully he didn’t ask me anything about what I did for work. It would have been embarrassing to tell him that I never really had a job before.

  I’m free tomorrow if you can squeeze some time in your schedule for me? I wrote and hit send. Instead of waiting for him to message me back like an over-enthusiastic child, I decided to take off my clothes and jump in the shower. I made a bad choice when I decided to walk home in the hot Montana air. As I showered, I thought of Eric, John, and where I was doing with my life.

  Chapter Three

  I woke up in a good mood for the first time in a whole month. The room was small and dingy, but I felt like a million bucks. When I opened my email first thing after I woke up, I was surprised to see that Eric wanted me to come see his place. If this wasn’t an indicator that he was considering me, then I didn’t know what else this could have meant. So now the main question was do I still go and apply to jobs today? I hated that I was the type of woman that depended on a man, but that’s how I’ve been living these past few years. While I went to school, John worked and provided me with whatever I needed.

  “I did this to myself.” I said and bit down on my lip. If I would have been a little more independent then I wouldn’t have been trying to fly to another man to help me with my financial problems. I was slowly learning that I was the type of woman that I never wanted to grow up to be. “Maybe he wouldn’t mind it if I got at least a part-time job.” I said to myself. I wanted some type of work experience and to have some money of my own. With my Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees in Business Management, I was sure that it looked good on paper until potential employers saw that I didn’t have any work experience.

  “Eric does seem like an understanding man. If I told him he’d probably help me out.” I knew that the fact that I’ve never had a job before would eventually come up in conversation. If I could show him that I tried, then he probably wouldn’t think that I was pathetic. I was so deep into thought that I jumped when I heard someone banging on my door. I walked over to the door and looked out of the peephole and saw that it was the receptionist of the motel. “Can I help you?” I asked opening up the door.

  “You didn’t pay for your room last night.” He said without an ounce of sympathy in his voice. I blushed when I realized that I hadn’t paid him.

  “Hold on one second, I’ll pay you now.” I said but I knew that since he was standing outside my door he wasn’t going to give me a second option. It was probably pay now or get out. I grabbed forty of the dollars that Eric gave me last night and thrusted it into the man’s greedy hands. “Sorry about that.” I said and he grunted.

  “I’ll bring you your change shortly.” He said and walked away from me. I closed my door and went into the bathroom to freshen up. When I came out of the bathroom I wasn’t surprised to see that he had just shoved my change under the door.

  “This place is horrible.” I said. He was the type of person that did not care about anyone else. The receptionist didn’t care that I was so down on my luck, the only thing that interested him was my money. “I can’t wait to leave this place.” I said with venom in my voice. So I was really hoping that Eric would consider me. I sat on my bed and thought about what I’d do while I wait for Eric to get off of work.

  ****

  I decided to apply for some jobs at the mall. Eric agreed to pick me up from here and I was happy for that. When I was done filling out applications I sat in the food court and waited for Eric to email me. I still felt a little bad that the man had to email me just because I couldn’t pay my cell phone bill. Eric asked me how I was using my phone if it was broke but I had a good answer for that. I told him that the earpiece and the mouthpiece didn’t work on my phone anymore so that’s why I had to get another one. I kept refreshing my email to make sure that I didn’t miss his email. I finally got an email from him the tenth time that I refreshed it.

  Hey, I’m outside. It read and I messaged him that I’d be out shortly. I maneuvered my body through the teenagers who were all wandering in the mall and I was happy when I made it outside away from the rowdy crowd. When I looked in the parking lot I saw Eric standing outside of his car with the door held wide for me. I smiled and walked over to him.

  “You look beautiful today as well.” Eric said and embraced me. He helped me into his car and closed the door for me like the perfect gentleman that he was. When he got into the car we spoke about nothing in particular until we arrived at his house. Eric’s house wasn’t the nicest house that I’d ever seen but it was still amazing.

  “Your house is beautiful.” I said as he led me through each room of
his house. Once he had given me the full tour, we stopped in the kitchen and he pulled out two glasses from the cupboard.

  “Thanks I actually hired an interior designer to decorate the place.” I looked at him surprised and he just gave me another one of his beautiful smiles. “Every time my mother came over she used to talk about how plain my house was so I did it to shut her up.” I laughed at this but I could understand how people decided to do things just to shut a nagging parent up.

  “Well the interior designer did a great job. I’m sure your mother is happy about the change.” He nodded his head and pulled some rum out of a cabinet and some coke out of the refrigerator.

  “I hope you like rum and coke because I don’t have any wine or champagne here.”

  “Rum and coke is fine.” It’s been a long while since I had rum and coke so it was a welcomed drink to me. He poured our glasses and led us to his living room and it seemed like we’d talked and drunk from ages. I was having a good time and I had a really nice buzz going.

  “So I was thinking,” Eric started and I could tell that he was tipsy as well. “I really think that you and I get along pretty well and I’d love it if you’d consider doing something like a trial run for me? You’ll live here with me for a week and if we’re feeling each other at the end of the week, you’re more than welcomed to stay with me.” I had to agree with Eric. Eric and I hit it off so well that I almost stopped thinking about John and with time I knew that I’d be able to forget what he done to me.

  “I think that’s a great idea.” I said and my words slurred. “I am definitely the type of woman that you need in your life.” I was a bold woman but I never said anything like that which was proof that the liquor had gotten to me.

  “I bet.” Eric said and smiled at me sweetly. I looked into his dark eyes and I saw a longing in them that I hadn’t seen in a month and I realized then that I wanted him too. It might have been the booze in my system or the fact that I hadn’t gotten any in a while, but I wanted to feel his warm hands all over my body. I wanted him to hold me, to stroke me, and I wanted to feel protected in his arms. The way that Eric looked at me I knew that he appreciated me and that’s what I needed most. I wanted him to take away all of the pain that John made me feel and to replace them with pleasure. I couldn’t resist him any longer so I leaned in close to him and kissed him on the lips.

  “Mm…” I moaned as his tongue explored the inside of my mouth. He sucked on my tongue and nibbled on my bottom lip gently. Growing hot all over my body I reached my hands out to him and stroked his biceps. His muscles tensed as I rubbed his arms. He reached his hands to my breasts and cupped them and I shivered when his palms brushed over my hard nipples. After a while of rubbing them through my dress, he pulled the front of it down exposing them. I was happy that I decided to go braless. He took his lips from mine and licked and sucked gently on my nipple. “Ah” I moaned again as the sensations ran through my entire body. His movements started to become more hurried so I was able to tell that he wanted to do much more than what we were already doing.

  “Can I take your dress all the way off?” he asked. I looked at him with a ‘did you really have to ask me?’ expression on my face and I nodded my head. He pulled the dress down my curvaceous frame and I lifted my hips so that he could pull it completely off. He discarded it on the floor. “You’re stunning.” He said and I blushed. Even though I’ve had several drinks, it’s seems like my drunken high was coming down, but I still enjoyed myself immensely.

  “Take off yours too.” I said and he stood up and took off his clothes. When he was completely naked he came back to me and captured my mouth in his again. His long and slender fingers traveled down my body and nestled themselves in between my legs. “Ah!” I jerked my mouth away from his as he rubbed small circles around my clit.

  “You’re wet.” He whispered and started thrusting his fingers inside of me. I squirmed to his touch and I knew then that we were ruining his couch. After a while of playing with me he took it up a notch and buried his head between my legs. I screamed out loudly and orgasmed in his mouth. I blushed when he looked up at me and I started to feel bad that I was the only one receiving pleasure. I pushed him away from me and got off of the couch. Once I was on my knees I placed his throbbing cock into my mouth. He hissed as I began playing with his balls while taking him all the way in my mouth. I had only did this with one man, but I was happy that I was able to drive him wild.

  “I want more.” I said selfishly and pulled away from him. He nodded his head and grabbed his wallet and pulled out a condom. After he had it fitted over his length he push me onto the couch.

  “Ready?” he asked and I nodded my head enthusiastically. Once he pushed himself all the way into me I threw my head back in ecstasy and cried out.

  “Eric!” I said and my nails raked over his broad back. We both were breathing heavily as he thrusted in and out of me. He kissed me again and this time I took the lead. “I’m getting close!” I said when I felt the familiar rush through my body that I’d only known with John.

  “Me too,” he barely was able to say and then he clenched his eyes shut tightly. We both came crying out our pleasure and quivering. His muscular body fell on top of me and I wrapped my arms around him. For some reason I felt very emotional as he held me gently. In his strong arms, I fell peacefully to sleep.

  Chapter Four

  I woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, probably because I was in a nice and comfortable bed and not that hard bed at the motel.

  “Eric!” I called out as I got up and wrapped the sheet around me. I was happy that Eric had carried me to bed, but I was a little sad that he didn’t bother to at least put my dress over my head. I wasn’t used to being naked around anyone other than John. I walked in the kitchen and saw that he had left a note on the table for me.

  Maria,

  I needed to go into work a little bit earlier today so I wasn’t able to cook any breakfast for you. You looked so peaceful sleeping in my bed so I didn’t really have the heart to wake you up. I left some money on top of the table in the living room for you so that you can buy some breakfast (I haven’t been grocery shopping in a while). There’s a nice café around the corner on Belmont that cooks good food. I also left a spare key to the house. I’ll see you when I get off.

  Eric.

  I smiled as I read his letter while I walked into the living room and as promised there was money and a key to his house. I knew that I was going to at least be at Eric’s house for a week so it’ll be a good idea to check out of the motel. Even if he didn’t choose me I knew for a fact that I wasn’t going to that motel again. First thing first I had to wash the remnants of Eric’s and my explosive sex from last night off.

  ****

  Two hours later I was around the corner from Eric’s house eating one of the best omelets that I’ve ever eaten. It wasn’t crowded in the café and I was happy for that. This day was definitely one of the bests that I’ve had in a long time even though I was enjoying my own company.

  “Maria?” I heard a deep voice say and the hairs on the back of my neck stood. I knew exactly who that voice belonged to.

  “John.” I tried to say as flatly as possible. I didn’t want him to see how much his presence had unnerved me.

  “I wasn’t expecting to run into you here.” He said with an edge to his voice. “But I’m glad that I did. Will you please stop calling and texting me? You and I are done and you’re starting to piss Alexis off.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I hadn’t even attempted to get in contact with him for at least a week.

  “I haven’t been calling you recently.” I said lowering my voice. I was embarrassed that he was talking about this here in public.

  “Good because I don’t want you to come in between me and Alexis.”

  “You and Alexis?” I said incredulously. I couldn’t believe that John was talking like I was trying to break up his so called happy home.

  “She’s the one who came in between
me and you!” I shouted back at him and people began staring at us. This wasn’t the same man that I remembered. The guy standing in front of me was a delusional bastard who only cared about himself. “I was having a good morning. Why did you have to come over here and ruin it? Please go away.” I said my face growing hotter and hotter as I felt people staring at us. Before John could say anything, a man who was sitting in the corner of the café approached us.

  “Hey man, she said leave her alone.” I looked at the man’s face and he was quite a fearful sight. He wasn’t unattractive, but he looked like he’d been in fights since birth. His face had many scars on it and I could see old wounds on his arms. John looked over at him and frowned.

  “Mind your own business man. I’m trying to tell this broad to stop calling me.” Before I had enough time to defend myself the man grabbed John by the collar and the people in the café gasped.

  “I see a man bothering a woman not the other way around. Don’t make me get ugly in front of all of these people.” John grabbed the man’s wrist and tried to yank it off of him but the man had a tight grip on his collar.

  “I’m calling the police!” one of the servers said. The man looked at John long and hard and pushed him away.

  “Don’t come around here anymore.” The man said and John glared at the man. Without saying anything to me, John turned around and left out of the café. I don’t know if it was out of shear embarrassment or because John said hurtful things to me, but I began to cry.

  ****

  The man must have been uncomfortable because the man paid my bill and grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the building. Normally I would’ve been uneasy with being grabbed by an unknown man, but all of my hurt was shot through me in a matter of minutes.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” the man said as he ushered me in his car. He was the first person to ask me what was wrong with me and for some odd reason I decided to spill my heart out to him. I told him how John had kicked me out because he found another woman and how he left me to be homeless. I told him that I was struggling to get a job after graduation because I didn’t have any work experience. I even told him how I met Eric through an ad he placed for a mail order bride.