Loving The Biker (MC Biker Romance)

by Cassie Alexandra

  Growling in the back of his throat, Cole’s hands went to my blouse. He squeezed and fondled my breasts through the fabric. Before I knew it, the buttons were undone and he was yanking my bra above my nipples, too impatient to unclasp it. Picking me up, he set me down on the center island and brought my nipples to his mouth, first one and then the other. As he sucked and rolled the hard nubs with his tongue, I wrapped my legs around his hips and threw my head back, moaning in pleasure.

  “I’ve got your weapon right here, Detective,” he growled, rubbing his pelvis against mine. “You sure you want it?”

  A rush of tingling, tightening desire twisted along my spine, hitting me in the crotch. “Yes,” I gasped as he began humping me through his jeans. I wanted him deep and I wanted him hard.

  Kissing my lips again, Cole unbuttoned my pants and pulled them away from my hips. When they were on the floor, he slid his finger under my panties, to my slit.

  Gasping, I dug my fingernails into his bare back as need wrenched through me.

  “Terin,” he whispered into my ear. “God, I’m going to come just touching you like this.”

  I moaned again as his rough fingers began rubbing up and down my clit.

  “I need to taste you. In fact, I’m going to make you come so hard, you’re going to beg to have me fuck you,” he said, ripping my panties away. The next thing I knew, his face was between my thighs and his tongue found my clit, making me lose my mind. Then he plunged his finger inside of me while teasing me with his mouth until I was screaming out an orgasm.

  Gasping and trying to catch my breath, I next found myself being picked up and carried upstairs to his bedroom. He tossed me onto his mattress and pulled off his belt.

  “What are you going to do with that?” I asked, noticing that he was coming toward me with it.

  He grinned wickedly. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. Unless you want me to.”

  I swallowed.

  Cole took his belt and tied my wrists to the metal headboard. He then removed my blouse and bra, until I was totally nude.

  “Detective, you’re fucking beautiful,” he said, stepping back. “I should take a picture of you like this.”

  “You do and I’ll kill you.

  He unbuttoned his jeans. “You don’t look like you’re in any kind of position to be making threats.”

  “Try me,” I said huskily, as he pulled his jeans down, revealing his cock, which was hard, red, and pulsating.

  “Oh, I’m planning on it,” he said, crawling toward me on the bed. Cole wrapped his hand around his manhood and brought it near my lips.

  “Are you really just going to stand there?” I whispered, thinking that I’d never seen one so perfect. My womanhood ached to feel it inside of me.

  He stroked his cock a couple of times, right above my mouth. “The truth is, I just realized that I don’t have any rubbers,” he confessed. “And I want you so fucking bad.”

  “You’re serious?”

  “I’ve been meaning to pick some up,” he said, fondling my breast with the other hand. “You wouldn’t happen to have one with you?”

  I laughed. “Right. No. I don’t carry rubbers with me. Especially on the job.”

  “I had to ask.”

  “It’s been months since I’ve had sex and even then, I didn’t carry any with me.”

  “It’s been months?”

  “Yes.”

  “So, you’re going to be pretty tight,” he replied huskily, moving his hand between my legs again.

  I closed my eyes and moaned as he slipped two fingers between my legs. He leaned over me and began teasing my nipples again.

  “Wait. You need to come. Fuck my breasts,” I panted.

  Cole got onto the bed and straddled me. He grabbed ahold of my breasts and slid his cock between them. Crushing my boobs against his shaft, he moved his hips back and forth, fucking my cleavage. It didn’t take long before his breathing became ragged.

  “Fuck,” he gasped, stiffening up. Holding my breasts tightly, he came violently, his face twisting in pleasure. When it was over, he gave me a sheepish grin. “Sorry, let me clean you up.”

  “It’s quite alright.”

  He went into the bathroom, and came out a short time later with a damp towel.

  “Guess what?” he said, walking toward me. He gave me a sheepish smile. “I found a condom in my medicine cabinet.”

  I scowled at him. “Seriously?”

  He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’ll be ready to go in five minutes. I’m younger than you, remember?”

  Not only that, but my conscious had returned and I knew that I’d made a mistake. “Cole, unbuckle me.”

  “Hold on. Let’s get you cleaned off first,” he said, wiping his seed off with the towel.

  “Thanks.”

  “My pleasure.”

  When he was finished, he dropped the towel but made no move to free me.

  “Well?” I asked, nodding toward the belt. “What are you waiting for? Unbuckle this.”

  He placed his finger next to my bellybutton and began making circles around it.

  “Cole.”

  He smirked. “Maybe I should just keep you here all day.”

  “You only have one condom,” I reminded him.

  His finger moved down to my slit. “I don’t need one for my tongue,” he whispered.

  I moaned as Cole began pleasuring me down below again, first with his fingers and then his lips. Because he had me at such a vulnerable position, and was beginning to know what I liked, I came even harder than the previous time.

  Cole sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Now, I’m going to fuck your brains out,” he said, ripping open the condom. He rolled it over his cock and then moved between my legs. Grabbing my hips, he positioned us both and then plunged inside. We both gasped in pleasure at the tight fit.

  “Damn,” he whispered.

  “Damn is right. Keep going,” I said breathlessly.

  Cole pulled out half way and then thrust into me again.

  “Faster and harder,” I demanded.

  “You like to give orders, don’t you?” he growled near my ear.

  “When it feels this good, yes,” I answered, biting him playfully on his shoulder.

  Cole began fucking me fast and hard, just like I’d asked. After a few minutes, he took off the belt and I got on top, riding him until we both came at the same time. When we were both spent and sweaty, he dragged me into the shower with him.

  “You know… we can’t tell anyone about this,” I said, staring at the wall. “I could get fired.”

  “I won’t say anything,” he said. “You have my word.”

  Sighing, I closed my eyes as his fingers slid through my hair and he began washing it.

  “Feel good?” he asked, massaging my scalp.

  “Yes,” I said. “Everything you’ve done to me so far feels really good.”

  “I’m not done with you yet,” he said, pulling me back against his chest. I could feel his penis rubbing against my backside and decided that maybe I would take Walters up on his offer of letting me have the day off.

  Meanwhile

  In Vegas

  Twenty-eight

  Jessica

  As usual, I woke up alone in the master bedroom of the house we were renting in Vegas, feeling both frustrated and angry with Jordan. We’d been there for three weeks and I’d barely seen him the last two. Although he claimed that he was tying up loose ends and working on making a future for us, I couldn’t understand why it had to take up so much of his time. Most days, he was gone for eight to ten hours. Then we’d have dinner and sex. There was barely enough time to talk and that was hard enough to get him to do.

  I stood up, put on a robe, and headed out of the bedroom and into the gourmet kitchen, which was on the other side of the house. It was a basically a mansion, about six thousand square feet and more than the two of us needed. The only reason we were renting it was because Jordan knew the owner
and trusted him. Still, it was enormous and I couldn’t help but feel somewhat lost in it. Especially since I was alone most of the time. In fact, I was lonely and so damn bored that I almost couldn’t wait to get back to Jensen. Sure, Jordan had rented a car for me to use and had given me money for sightseeing, but there was no fun in doing it alone. And, I couldn’t even complain, since he’d warned me in advance that he wouldn’t be around much.

  Sighing, I stepped into the kitchen and noticed that he’d sent over yet another bouquet of fresh flowers. It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate the gesture, I just knew that he was sending them because he felt guilty. There were now six vases sitting in the kitchen, each filled with everything from roses to daisies.

  At least the kitchen smell lovely, I thought.

  Wondering what the excuse would be this time, I opened the note and read the card.

  I’m going to be gone until late.

  I’m so sorry and promise to make it up to you.

  Love,

  Jordan

  Gritting my teeth, I crumpled up the note and threw it into the garbage. We only had four more days left in Vegas and it didn’t look like he was going to make good on the promise of driving out to Lake Tahoe. It was a half day trip and we were supposed to spend time there before returning to Iowa.

  “Dammit, Jordan,” I muttered, my eyes filling with frustrated tears.

  “Good morning, Miss Jessica.”

  Trying to compose myself, I turned around and forced a smile to my lips. It was the housekeeper-slash-cook who Jordan had hired for our stay. “Good morning Maria.”

  Maria, who spoke very little English, but had been the kindest person to me since we’d arrived in Vegas, must have noticed that I was upset. She walked over to me and touched my arm. “Are you… okay?”

  “I’m fine,” I told her.

  She stared at my eyes and I knew that she didn’t believe me. But, Maria didn’t press anything. “Hungry?” she asked.

  “I’ll just make myself a piece of toast,” I told her, walking over to the refrigerator.

  “I’ll get it,” she said, following me. “You… sit.”

  “No, it’s okay. I can do it,” I told her.

  “It’s my job,” she said. It was something she’d been repeating quite a bit the last three weeks. I’d learned from Jordan that Maria was getting paid well and wanted to earn her keep.

  “Don’t get in her way,” he’d said. “When she says she wants to do something, I’ve learned to let her do it.”

  “So, you’ve used her before?” I’d asked.

  “Just a couple of times. She’s a friend of mine’s sister. She’s also very stubborn”

  I moved out of Maria’s way. “Okay. If you insist.”

  Smiling, Maria started humming to herself as she made me toast.

  “Butter and jam?” she asked.

  “Just butter,” I replied, sitting down at the counter. “Please.”

  When she was done, there was toast along with fruit, and vanilla yogurt sitting in front of me.

  “For baby,” she said, nodding toward the other two items. “Eat.”

  I gave her a puzzled look.

  She smiled and patted her stomach.

  “Oh. I’m not pregnant,” I told her, not knowing if I should laugh or feel insulted. Even though I’d gained a couple of pounds, it wasn’t because I was pregnant. It was from being bored and stuffing my face. In fact, I knew for sure that I wasn’t. I’d taken a pregnancy test a couple of weeks ago and it had been negative.

  “Yes. A girl,” she said and then gave me a horrified look. “I’m sorry, Miss Jessica.”

  I snorted. “Sorry? For what?”

  “My big… mouth,” she said in broken English. “Maybe boy?”

  “I’m telling you, I’m not pregnant so it’s okay.”

  She bit her lip and nodded. “Okay. You eat though.”

  I raised the toast to my lips and took a bite. “There, are you happy?” I asked, my mouth full.

  She smiled and went over to the refrigerator. I ate silently and watches as she poured me a glass of milk. Maria brought it over and set it down.

  “Let me guess,” I said wryly. “It’s good for the baby?”

  Maria nodded.

  Smiling in amusement, I thanked her for the breakfast.

  “You’re welcome,” she replied and then left me alone.

  When I was finished, I went back to the bedroom and put my bathing suit on. Then I headed outside to the pool, taking along with me a book that I’d been reading, and sunscreen. Settling in on one of the lawn chairs, I sprayed myself with the sunscreen and opened up the book.

  “You forgot this,” said Maria, appearing next to me and holding my cell phone.

  I looked up and smiled. “Thank you for bringing it out to me.”

  She handed it to me. “Be careful. Hot today.”

  “Today? It’s hot here every day,” I replied, setting my book down. “Thank goodness for the pool.”

  “Oh yes. My niños love to swim.”

  “Your children?”

  She nodded.

  I stared at the pool, which was a good size and even had a slide. “Well then, invite them over to swim.”

  “No,” she said, looking embarrassed.

  “Nonsense. I’d love to meet your kids and I’m bored as all hell. Invite them over. Please.”

  She gave me a doubtful look.

  “Maria, I’m serious. We have this amazing swimming pool and it’s being wasted. Please, bring them here so I can have some fun.”

  “Fun?”

  “Yes,” I said smiling. “Watching them play is going to be a lot of fun. At least for me. How many children do you have?”

  “Four,” she replied.

  “Well, go and round them up. Bring them here,” I demanded.

  “You sure?”

  “I’ve never been so sure in my life.”

  An hour later, Maria’s children were splashing and playing in the pool. There were three girls, ranging from eight to sixteen and one boy, who I guessed to be ten.

  “Will you swim with us?” asked the youngest girl.

  I put my book down and stood up. “I’d love to,” I said, smiling down at her. Her name was Sofia and she had long, dark hair and big brown eyes, just like her mother.

  Sofia smiled back.

  I got in and we played a game of Marco Polo along with some other games. After a short time, I was laughing and enjoying myself so much, that we all lost track of time. Soon it was the afternoon and the children had to leave.

  “It was so nice having you over,” I told them as they gathered their towels and sandals. “All of you. I hope you can come back again?”

  “Us too,” said Sofia, throwing her arms around my waist.

  Smiling I hugged her back, wishing that Maria had been right and that I was pregnant.

  “I mean it,” I told Maria, as she pulled out her car keys. “Bring them back in the next couple of days. We had so much fun together.”

  Maria smiled at me and said something in Spanish.

  “What was that?” I asked.

  “She said that you will be a good mother,” explained Sofia.

  I laughed. She just wouldn’t give up. “Thank you Maria. Someday.”

  “Soon,” said the housekeeper, a twinkle in her eyes. “Someday soon.”

  Twenty-nine

  Jordan

  “It’s done,” I said into the phone.

  “And how do I know this?” asked the voice.

  “Watch the news tonight,” I replied.

  She sighed. “Thank you.”

  “You can do so by getting me that passport and driver’s license.”

  “It’s ready. So is the social security number.”

  I sighed in relief. “So, there’s nothing fishy about the new ID? It’s legit?”

  “You’re damn right and I worked very hard to pull this one off. Just like I knew you’d do the same for me.”

  I
thought of the man I’d murdered an hour before. He owned a casino and was one of the biggest crooks in Vegas. Needless to say, his security had been tight. So tight that it had taken me almost two weeks to get close enough to the mafia man and earn both his interest and trust. It had been one of my most challenging jobs, especially since I’d had to play the part of a gay card dealer. Fortunately for me, there’d been no kissing involved, but Alessandro Giovanni had certainly gotten fucked. Just not in the way he’d anticipated.

  “You still have the P.O. Box to send everything to?” I asked Alessandro’s wife. A woman who he used to beat so badly that she now walked with a permanent limp. I had no qualms about ending his miserable life. I’d just given her back hers.

  “I do. Is he really gone?” she asked in a shaky voice.

  “He’ll never harm you again. I give you my word.”

  She thanked me and began to cry.

  Thirty

  Jessica

  It was just past seven. Another uneventful evening of eating dinner alone. Bored out of my mind, and a little pissed off, I decided to do something spontaneous and… a little bad. I put on a sexy, black dress and drove to Bally’s on the Vegas strip. I used their valet parking and went inside to gamble away some of Jordan’s money.

  Unfortunately, unlike most of the gamblers in Vegas, I couldn’t seem to lose. It was almost humorous.

  “You’re kidding?!” I squealed, winning another hand of Black Jack.

  “Nope. You just won five thousand dollars,” said the dealer, sliding over my chips. “Are you sure you’ve never played this before?”

  “Just with my family,” I replied, stacking my chips. “I usually never win with them though.”