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

by Sienna Wiliiams

  Something in his voice told her something had changed with school for him.

  “I am not worried, Rich. I really want to help you get it together. I know I am no substitute for your dad --” she said.

  “It’s not that. I am not going,” he announced.

  “Oh no,” Danielle sat up straight. “I really think it’s important for you to not stop your classes. Unless emotionally you think it’s too much?”

  “No that’s not it. I want to make sure you’re okay,” he said.

  “Richie Malone I am a grown woman. What’s happen sucks but I am fine. In fact, I think taking the road trip and getting you back to school would be good therapy,” she said.

  “Are you sure?” he asked. “Because that’s what I was talking to Al about. I was telling him he might have to find another ride,” he said.

  “Well you tell Al the ride is on,” said Danielle. “Let’s do it.”

  Chapter Three

  Richie fixed on her. She realized he was staring at her. He looked as though he wanted to snatch her up. And do something with her. She looked down to see what he could possibly checking out on her and she realized the shirt she had was very sheer. Heat rose up through her neck and face.

  “I’ll think about it,” said Richie. “About going back to school I mean. But for now I have already made arrangements. For now it’s a done deal.”

  “Wait?” she demanded. “What are you saying? Are you out of your mind? You already told Al to go on without you?”

  Danielle could see the serious look in Richie’s face, like the conversation was moot. He wasn’t asking her opinion. He was letting her know how it was. Like had already made some decisions without discussing it with her first.

  “I thought it was best,” he said with grown up finality.

  “Are you serious? We need to focus on one thing at a time. We just suffered a tremendous loss but that doesn’t mean we start turning everything upside down. Now, we’ll just talk to the school and we’ll –“ said Danielle.

  She was really worked up. Some of her response had to be an emotional outlet for the weeks and weeks of suffering she had witnessed her late husband go through. But Richie pressed his fingers to her lips.

  “It’s done,” he said. “I’ve decided. I am getting a job and I am going to stay here and make sure everything is taken care of.”

  She knew he was mature and responsible but where did this man come from? What made him think that she needed taken care of? She was the adult.

  “Richie why would you think you need to stay home and take care of me?” she asked with confusion.

  His lips curled as he looked down on her. Oh yeah; without a doubt, she thought he was going to pounce on her.

  “Something in you brings that out in me,” he said. “I think that going back to school at this time with the emotional upheaval of losing my dad and my best friend, would be too stressful. I want the break and I want to stay here with you.”

  Out of nowhere, Danielle found herself yelling. The emotional brew had now become an outburst. She needed to have some kind of control over something. With the sudden illness and death of her husband, and now that Richie was leaving school, she felt like she had not control over anything.

  “No!” she shouted. “You are not throwing away a brilliant scholastic career over me. I forbid it!”

  He was unmoved. There was a touch of disappointment in his eyes but he still had that trace of amusement. Danielle completely forgot that she was not the only person in the house who had been through an enormous amount of stress. Even if her behavior was somehow justifiable, they were inconsiderate. She could see it in him. His face was still gorgeous and pleasant. He was patient and calm and he waited for her to get whatever it was out of her. He started breathing slowly, deeply, to coach her. Danielle gave him a soft sock to the arm.

  “I’m supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way around,” she said and crumbled into tears.

  Danielle was a bunch of emotions all knotted into one. She was tired. She was grieving. She was embarrassed and she was horny. She rested her head on her stepson’s chest and enjoyed his warmth for a moment.

  He gave her that moment but finally spoke up.

  “I have going to get going,” he said softly. “Some of the guys are working on Al’s car this morning. Getting it in shape. We can talk about this later.”

  It was a good thing that Richie left. Danielle was completely excited by him. It was actually lovely medicine to be moved this way. It was a great diversion. She sipped her coffee and let it perk her up. She went for a brisk walk to work off the arousal that Richie excited in her.

  The walking backfired on her. The stimulation of the workout, the way it made her blood pump only served to stimulate her more. The movement of her legs made it worse. The friction and pressure of her thighs teased her. Still she managed to knock off a couple of miles. The sky was clear and the day was extraordinary. And as beautiful as the day was, Danielle’s mind raced with fantasies of Richie. She tried to deny them but she couldn’t.

  Danielle had never thought of her stepson in a sexual way but really now recent events changed all of that. In her mind now she was no longer his stepmother. She was just a very attractive, hot young widow. The very real images of her sexy stepson played through her mind, drawing her in were like dope and she was completely addicted. She didn’t want to turn away. She wanted to see where her imagination would take her.

  Chapter Four

  When she arrived home, she showered and changed clothes. She went into the family room, Richie came in from the garage. Danielle and he gazed at one another.

  “Are we feeling better?” he asked in a sensual voice.

  “Yes we are,” she said, looking down at the floor.

  She was floored with so many emotions. Embarrassment and arousal.

  “Look I am sorry for making moves without checking in with you,” said Richie, slowly closing in on her. “But the last month or so of Dad’s life, I felt like I had to make some decisions myself.”

  “I get it. But it’s not a done deal, Mister,” said Danielle.

  It was difficult to stop it, for the magnetism between them was intense, but they could not manage to stay away from each other. They were stealing glances at each other. They were like two animals circling each other. It was probably the most excited that Danielle had ever been. It was wild.

  “It’s really important that we cultivate our lives,” she said.

  “Yes,” he said.

  There was something in the quality of his voice that told her that he was drunk with desire for her as she was for him. She put her head to her hands to her forehead which he mistook for being upset.

  Richie rubbed her back with his large, warm hands. It was clear to her that his touch was not just one of comfort. It told her that he wanted more. Danielle slowly raised herself up and they just looked at one another. The next natural thing to do was to stand on her tiptoes and to kiss him. He thought so too. He leaned down the distance between them and brushed her lips with his.

  It was so wrong but it wasn’t. Danielle and Richie were closer in age to each other that she and Jerry had been. She had the feeling that if Jerry were looking down, he would understand. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to be doing. To take comfort in the arms of the person she trusted most in the world. This was their home. This was their business.

  For a moment, they stood close to each other letting their hands explore. The excitement was almost too rich to tolerate. Danielle was exhilarated from the inside out. She was so thrilled by the combination of the newness of their contact and the risqué taboo nature of it, that she believed if she were any more aroused, she could come. Just by his mere stroking of her back.

  There didn’t seem to be any hesitation on Richie’s part. He tongue was already inside her mouth, exploring. His hands roamed the flimsy material of her tank top, gently agitating her sensitive flesh beneath. Her nipples pebbled immed
iately under his blistering touch.

  His hand snuck under the ribbing of her arm hole and cupped her breast. It was like a blanket of warmth on her skin. Warmth that penetrated her deeply and made her breath catch in her throat. The sound of her own breathing filled her ears. The drumming of her heart pounded in her ears as well. She couldn’t think or hear. She could only feel.

  Danielle wasn’t exactly middle aged but kissing Richie made her feel so young. She felt like she was seventeen again. She felt like a teenage girl kissing her teenaged sweetheart. He was so perfect. So tall.So masculine. Everything about him aroused her. His skin felt incredible, so soft underneath her fingertips as they glided across.

  His scent filled her nostrils. It was such a primal reaction but she loved the way he smelled. She loved the way he tasted. Danielle was invigorated by her senses and the way he made her feel. She walked him to the couch and sat him down. She was going to go down on him. She had an overwhelming urge to taste him.

  She dominated him slightly, now hungrily feeding at his lips. Now her tongue swept his mouth. She needed to possess him. Her hands busily worked at the buttons of his shorts, unfastening them. Unzipping them. There were no words between them. Only consent. She freed his generous erection.

  She let her hand explore his great endowment. Blindly, she learned every inch him. Letting herself see him with her mind’s eye. Becoming so excited about what was about to go inside of her.

  Becoming impassioned like this with her stepson put Danielle in another reality. With a head filled of fantasies and her body so worked up for him, she lowered her tight wet mouth on the head of his cock. She lowered her head as far as she could, taking him as deeply as she could. She made sure to work up a good amount of spit in her mouth to mimic the wetness of her core.

  She loved the taste and texture of him. He tasted so smooth and so clean. Her only thought was to make her mouth as tight and wet as she could. She was enthralled with the entire experience of him. She let her extreme attraction and excitement for him be her guide. She lowered her mouth and drew up with as much tightness as she possibly could. It was wonderful validation when she heard Richie moan.

  Danielle and her late husband had a very adventurous, free and active sex life. They were very relaxed and opened. She was never one to be inhibited and her husband had been a very skilled and sensual lover. Danielle would do just about anything with him. For him. She enjoyed giving oral sex.

  She worked her head up and down on Richie’s cock as he wrapped his hands around his head to help her motion up and down. He traced the back of her neck with the featheriest of touches. She shivered as she gave him pleasure. As much as she enjoyed what she was doing, it was tough to focus on his magnificent body while she was shaking with the intense sensation he was giving her.

  She played her fingers on his shaft. She mimicked the light touches on him the way he touched her. She experimented with tension, gripping his length with various levels of tightness. She mixed it up. Moving slowly, then quickly. She let her fingers wander, lightly tracing the sensitive surface of his testicles. Richie shook. A soft moan escaped his lips. He was on the brink of orgasm. Though she was yet to experience that with him, she recognized the signs.

  He was big and strong enough to lift her. In a single move, he hoisted Danielle up and onto the generous surface of the plush couch. The house was steeped in comfort so the couch was large enough for the two of them. Danielle’s back settled on the cushion, warmth pooled her belly.

  Richie skimmed off her shorts and brushed up the hem of her shirt. In a few moves, Danielle was naked. Her cupcake-sized breasts were bare for him. The sexual exhilaration and the air stiffened her nipples. He covered one with his large palm. She fit perfectly. He gently pinched her nipple and lowered his tongue to its tip.

  Just the slight contact of the point of his tongue to the tiny tip of her nipple sent floods of heat and arousal throughout her whole body. Wetness flowed through her. Danielle practically growled, the force of pleasure released from deep within her.

  Richie’s hand travel across the sweet plains of her belly, down between her legs. She was wet and hungry. She ached to be filled by him. His every touch made her channel draw up around his fingers.

  He inserted two fingers inside of her. He swirled them, stimulating her excited interior. He strummed them in and out of her like a piston. His play pushed her up, up further the climb toward the ultimate pleasure. If she laid back and accepted his touches, she would surely come.

  She splayed her legs and offered herself up to him. The position of her opened thighs on the surface of the couch creating just the right angle and pressure. Richie’s fingering was like magic. Wires of erotic electricity flowed up her body lighting up her erogenous points. She rocked up against him.

  He pressed is thumb on her clit with unceasing motion until the first tremors rippled through her channel. He must have sensed it for he stopped it. He left her teetering on the brink of ecstasy. He kissed her slowly and sensually. Then again, he pumped her body with his fingers. He took her back up to the edge but only to that edge and then stopped.

  Danielle was both turned on completely and thoroughly frustrated. She loved the sustained thrill but craved like crazy to be engaged with him. To have him inside her. Richie continued the back and forth wagging of his pressured touch. This time he did not let up. Rolling up from deep within her, the spasms of a sweet orgasm flowed through her belly. It overtook her. Her body was seized, and helpless, as rapture filled her.

  Though her veiled lids, Danielle saw Richie smile faintly. He moved up and over her, reaching between them to put himself inside of her. He filled her so sweetly, so completely. The feel of him moving to and fro while her body was alive with a powerful climax was total heaven. Her body so reactive to his pumping into her.

  Richie was so filling and so amazingly hard. She was tight around him. It was pure bliss. He moved in and out of her enervated channel. She was more excited than she ever had been in sex before. She chattered, telling how good he felt. How much she liked it.

  “I love doing this with you,” she murmured.

  Almost immediately, his large, long body stiffened with the signs of impending orgasm. He lasted a long, long time in this suspended mode, just on the brink of tumbling into exquisite pleasure.

  Danielle cupped her breasts as Richie pumped into her. She licked her lips suggestively and pursed in an air kiss. He watched her with a steady smile curling his mouth. Finally he raised his head up and lets go. Finally his body jerked and seized, driving into her body with passionate frenzy. He was on automatic pilot, possessed with one purpose: to come.

  “Come for me baby,” Danielle said to the nineteen year old.

  She hitched her hips up and pumped in counter rhythm to his. She waggled her pelvis lasciviously. The motion seemed to do him in. Richie dissolved into a sweet pool of ecstasy, coming rigorously within her.

  Chapter Five

  The lovers curled up entwined with one another for awhile not saying to one another. They stroked each other sweetly. Richie’s cellphone dinged. Someone had sent him a text. The timing was not great that they finished up and Richie suddenly remembered he had promised to meet Al somewhere. Now that he was staying from school and he and Al had to rewire some of the logistics of now just Al’s trip. Richie rushed off of the couch, showered and threw on fresh clothes on. He was out the door.

  Not just because it was a potential awkward transition from their steamy moment, thunder clouds were gathering. Danielle didn’t like the thought of his driving out in hazardous weather. Their housing development was on estate plots and the roads were winding and smooth. They could become like glass in the rain.

  She wanted to text Richie but not while he was driving. She wanted him safe. She wanted him home. She wanted near. She played and re-played all the bits and pieces of what transpired between them. So much shadow.His dark, tousled hair spilling forward, brushing her.Tangling up between her fingers.


  With the impending bad weather, Danielle thought she should check on the horses. Even though they hired an employee who came to manage the barn since Danielle’s husband got sick and died, she felt she wanted to go make sure the horses had everything they need in case the weather was brutal.

  The moment she reached the barn, she realized that she had locked herself out of the house. Fortunately the barn was super comfortable. It had a fully climatized apartment with a mini fridge and all. Unfortunately, Danielle locked her cellphone in the house as well. The barn also had a phone which was the only flaw because since it had been installed, the phone tended to go out with bad weather. If Richie wanted to be in touch or vice versa, that might not be possible.

  The horses were content though a little antsy from the storm about to hit. She swore she predict the weather by their behavior. She cozied up in the apartment. She showered and changed into a jean skirt and cotton T and waited for Richie.

  And waited.

  Chapter Six

  Finally when she heard his car pull up, she ran out to greet him. By this time, it raining bucket and the short distance from the barn to the drive, drenched her.

  “What are you doing outside? asked Richie.

  He was almost scolding her. His friend Al was with him. Richie quickly fished the house key from his key ring. But he couldn’t seem to find his key.

  “I locked myself out,” she said. “Cell phone.Everything.”

  Richie eyeballed his keys. “Oh no,” he rolled his eyes. “These are the spare keys.”

  “Yes?” asked Danielle hopefully.

  “I don’t have a key either,” he said. “What are we going to do?”

  Lightning cracked the sky. The house was practically fool-proof. It wasn’t safe for Richie to attempt break in. It was safer at this point to go back into the barn.