Bad Boys of Romance - A Biker Anthology

by Kasey Millstead

  He shakes his head. “Not that serious.”

  I smile. It totally is, but I’ll let him be in denial. “So what’s her friend look like?”

  He shrugs and then looks at me with a smile. “You haven’t even met her have you?” I ask with a frown. He did say she was hot.

  “No. But I’m sure she’s hot. Hot girls hang out with hot friends,” he says matter-of-fact. I laugh. “If she’s not what you want then you could always call Valerie.”

  I shake my head. “Fuck that.” Valerie is the last girl I want, but I’m sure she’ll show up at some point here tonight. She’s an ex. I took her out for a ride today because she needed some time away from her house. Then after I was let out of jail she blew up my phone with how much she hates me and what a jerk I am and how I could have killed us. I would prefer not to hear that shit tonight.

  I turn around to throw my beer in the trash when I hear Blake speak. “There you are, baby. I thought you weren’t gonna show up.”

  I turn back around to see him pull a pretty petite blonde into his arms as she speaks. “Yeah. It took me a while to get Tabatha ready.” She giggles referring to her friend.

  “Where is she?” Blake asks looking around the kitchen.

  She turns to look at the entrance of the kitchen, and then I hear a female’s voice snap, “Get out of my way.”

  I watch as the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen enters my parents’ kitchen. The first thing I notice is her tight-as-fuck jeans. The kind that look painted on. They gather tightly around her ankles, allowing her to showcase her black heels which make her look about six inches taller than she is. She’s wearing a black shirt that at first glance looks see-through.

  It makes my mouth water.

  She has her dark hair pulled up in a high ponytail and her lips are the

  color of a cherry sucker. You can tell she has makeup on, but it’s not overdone. Honestly, she looks like she just rolled out of bed and said fuck it! It’s hot as hell and sexy as fuck!

  She walks in like she fucking owns the place—head held high and shoulders back. Her hips sway as she walks in her ‘bend me over the counter and fuck me’ heels. She holds up a red cup in her right hand and shakes it. Her beautiful red lips frown when all you hear is the sound of ice clanking together. Her light brown eyes looks around, and she smiles when she sees the alcohol displayed on the counter as if she’s at a buffet. She goes to fix herself a new drink when my friend Brandon walks in and notices her.

  “Hey sexy,” he says walking up behind her.

  She turns and gives him a look from hell that only turns me on more. “Go away,” she sneers.

  I chuckle as he turns and walks off rejected. Feisty. I like that in a woman!

  “What’s wrong with her?” Blake asks turning back to Jackie.

  She sighs. “She just broke up with her boyfriend.”

  I smile. Bitches who are recently single are the best. They’re looking for payback—and I’m willing to be that for her tonight. Big sacrifice on my part, I know. But what can I say? I’m a gentleman.

  I stand back and watch her fight with the gin bottle for a few seconds before I make my way over to her. “Need some help?”

  She looks over at me. Being this close to her, I get a better look at her eyes. They have a golden hue to them. Her beautiful eyes hold mine for a few seconds before she looks me up and down with a straight face. She huffs as she hands me the bottle as if just that act of defeat was intolerable.

  “Here you go, sweetheart,” I say handing it back to her.

  She stands up to full height but even with her heels she still has to look up to me. “Listen. I’m not here to be someone’s sweetheart. If that is your plan for the night then keep looking.” And with that she spins around and walks back out of the kitchen.

  “Sorry,” Jackie says, coming over to me as she holds hands with Blake. “I had already made her a few drinks. The ex keeps blowing up her phone. Think she plans on getting wasted.”

  I rub my hands together. No need for her to apologize. I think I can handle a woman who has an attitude. “No problem. But I’m telling you right now, she’s not leaving this house wasted.” I understand how bad breakups can go, but I won’t allow her to leave this house. The possibility of her getting in a wreck is too big; I’ve put myself in danger daily but that’s my life. Others, I care about.

  She gives me a big smile as she lifts a set of car keys. “I’ve got her car keys.”

  Blake reaches up and snatches them out of her hand. “Now I have them. I’m not letting you drive either, baby,” he coos before he leans down and captures her lips with his.

  I chuckle as I turn around and leave the kitchen in search for Tabatha.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  TABATHA

  I open my eyes and moan at the bright light that assaults my sensitive eyes. I close them and place a hand over my face. I have a pounding headache in need of some Advil. Slowly I rub my temples as I take in a deep breath.

  I open my eyes slowly this time and glance around the room I’m in. I don’t recognize anything—from the cream walls to the immaculate clean tan furniture and spotless wood floors. Seriously, I could eat off of them. I’m sure as hell not in my bedroom. Did Jackie and I not go home last night?

  Beside me, I hear a faint sound of snoring. My head snaps to the left, and I wince from the sudden movement. But my breath catches and my heart pounds in my chest when I see the back of a head covered in brown hair that’s a little longer than what I’m used to on a man. I quickly lift the sheets and look down at myself. I’m naked.

  “Shit,” I say a little too loud making the dark-haired man stir beside me.

  What the hell did I do last night?

  Last thing I remember was Jackie coming into my bedroom and telling me to get ready. I had a few hours before we had to be at Blake’s party. Then I started drinking while getting ready. Rodger wouldn’t leave me alone. She finally dragged me out of the house as she complained how late we were.

  I have to get out of here!

  I take a quick look around the room to locate my clothes.

  I spot my skinny jeans wadded up over in the far corner. They aren’t hard to pinpoint since they are the only thing lying on this bedroom floor.

  I throw the covers off and run over to them. I pull them up not caring about my underwear. Those babies are too fucking small to even look for.

  I place my hand over my breasts looking for my bra—where is that at?

  I spin around and spot my shirt tossed behind the couch. Who has a couch in their bedroom? I snatch it up and start to put in on when I notice that it has been ripped.

  That motherfucker.

  I smile to myself. At the time, I probably liked his enthusiasm. Now, not so much. I spot a man’s t-shirt on the floor underneath the desk. I see Dash written across the back with a number 23 placed underneath it.

  What does that mean? He runs marathons or something? That’s the only shirt I see, so I grab it and put it on.

  Grabbing my purse from the other side of the room along with my heels, I step out without waking him or leaving a note.

  Seriously what would it say?

  Thanks for a night I can’t remember and for losing my favorite pair of panties? Oh, and when you find my bra, can you please return it?

  No, that’s just tacky. It’s bad enough I woke up in bed with the man. And let me set the record straight—this sort of thing has not happened in a long time.

  I mean yeah, I like sex as much as the next girl and have had a couple of one-night stands before Rodger. I at least knew those men, though. It just happened once, therefore one-night stand.

  But I don’t make it a point to sleep with random men I don’t know at parties. That’s how girls end up with a disease or worse, dead or missing. So I’m just gonna chalk it up to a lapse of judgment and alcohol-induced horniness.

  It’s totally a thing. Plus, I just went through a breakup. Doesn’t that allow me one night of craziness?


  Slowly and quietly I make my way through this mansion as I try to do the walk of shame without being seen.

  Long ass hallways with expensive artifacts hanging from the walls make me think this guy does not own this house. He looked way too young. His parents probably own this and he lives with them.

  I roll my eyes. I always find the ones who need their mommy and daddy to support their asses.

  That’s why his room is so clean. I bet his parents are out of town for business, and he had the maid come and clean so he could throw a party. That’s what I would do. And by looking at the beer cans and empty liquor bottles covering the floor, I would say that is probably what happened.

  I turn down another hallway and walk past several shut doors. I can hear movement behind the last door I come up on.

  “That feels so good,” a woman’s voice says softly. “Right there,” she moans.

  I come to a stop and stare at a soft yellow painted door. Please don’t be Jackie. She has to be here somewhere, right? And that could easily be her horny ass.

  “You like that, Val?” a man’s deep voice says next, and I release a sigh of relief. Not Jackie. “What are you?” he demands, his voice rising.

  “I’m your bitch,” she hollers out in a high pitch voice.

  I cover my hand over my mouth trying not to laugh.

  “I’m your bitch, baby,” she repeats.

  Okay so the bitch is totally into her role, but he’s not buying it.

  “You can do better. Now. Tell Daddy what you are.” I hear a slapping noise followed by a moan. And I can only guess it’s his hand hitting her ass.

  “I’m your little fuck toy,” she calls out. “Fuck me. Use me,” she continues.

  I roll my eyes and walk away from the door.

  Yeah, I don’t need to know all the ways he feels he needs to degrade her. That’s what Rodger did to me. Made me feel degraded. Made me do things that I wouldn’t have normally done before him. I have more self-respect for myself now.

  “Right,” I mumble to myself. This coming from the girl who had a one-night stand with a stranger. I shake my head at myself.

  “Thank God,” I whisper harshly when I finally make it to the front door. I let out a sigh of relief that instantly turns to fear when I walk outside and don’t see my car.

  I see a black Bentley, a red Ferrari, a yellow Porsche, and a couple of sport bikes. Yep, none of those are my white BMW.

  Looking down and digging through my purse I locate my cell phone. Pulling it out, I thank the Lord that it’s not dead. I also cuss out loud when I notice I have three missed calls from the ex himself. I ignore them and call Jackie. The one who left my ass here. In my car. The bitch!

  I impatiently tap my foot as I squeeze my eyes shut waiting for her to answer. Damn headache!

  “Hello?” she sleepily answers on the third ring.

  “Wake your hung-over ass up and come get me,” I demand looking around to make sure no one is gonna walk out of the house and see me.

  “Where are you?” she asks sounding more awake.

  “Wherever you left my ass at last night,” I snap.

  She groans. “I’m coming.”

  “Hurry your ass up,” I say before hanging up the phone.

  I make my way down the stone steps and white stucco pillars. I walk past the cars in the circle drive and continue to walk down the long driveway.

  I’m going to kill her!

  Why would she leave me? We never leave one another behind.

  As I start to come to the end of the long paved driveway, I stop and try to look through my purse for my sunglasses.

  “Shit,” I cuss when I realize they are not in there. I remember having them while driving to the party last night. They must be in my car.

  I huff, throw my purse back over my shoulder, and squint trying to block the hot sun that is just intensifying my annoying headache.

  I come to the end of the driveway and see a tall, wrought iron gated entrance.

  Well this can’t be good.

  I come up to it and look for a button that I can push, but the only button I see is on the opposite side sitting in front of a guard shack.

  Hmm well, so much for the Lord being on my side this morning. I start to look around to make sure I didn’t miss something to help open it from this side. I could go back and try to see if there is a gate opener in one of those cars.

  I turn around but stop before I can take a step. I really don’t want to go back there and set off a car alarm. I’m trying to get out of here unseen. And what are the odds of them being unlocked? Not likely!

  I look around once again to see if I can find another way out. When I come up with nothing on this side to help me with, I decide the best thing I can do is climb and jump over the fence. It seems to run the full length of the property. It’s not like I can just walk a few feet down and walk off their property.

  I shake my head at myself. I am too hung-over for this bullshit. I squeeze my eyes shut and rub my hand over my throbbing forehead. Why did I have to drink so much last night? Everyone knows that alcohol is only a temporary fix. The morning after all you are left with is a bad ass headache. You’re still gonna remember the heartache and betrayal.

  Taking a deep breath and trying to forget about Rodger, I open my eyes. I notice a tree that stands off to the right. To any other person it would be too hard to climb. Good thing for me, I started climbing trees as soon as I could walk.

  I go over to it and adjust my purse over my opposite shoulder so it hangs across my chest. That’s all I need—to climb this bitch and have it fall off once I get to the top.

  I spit on my hands and then rub them together. I know, classy. I feel like a pitcher spitting on the ball. Nothing can be nastier than that. I dated a baseball player once. Why do we find them so sexy when they spit on the one thing they all touch? Oh yeah, the tight fucking pants that showcase those beautiful round asses.

  It only takes a few seconds for me to figure how to get up it. I grab ahold of the lowest branch and lift myself up. At this moment I’m thankful Jackie made me take all of those stupid yoga classes with her back in the day, which has left me limber. Climbing far enough up, I swing my body around and come level with the fence.

  “This is going to hurt,” I whisper looking at how far the fence is from the ground. There’s not a tree for me to climb down on the other side. I’m just going to have to jump. And I’m guessing the distance to be over six feet.

  “Let’s go to the party,” Jackie had said. “It will be great,” she had said.

  “Great my fucking ass,” I mumble.

  Taking one last deep breath, I swing my legs over the fence and jump down. My feet instantly sting when they hit the ground. I don’t even try to catch myself, which could injure my body worse. I just let go and crumble to the grass.

  I roll over onto my back as I let out a growl of frustration. The fact that I had to sneak out of a house—from some guy whose name I don’t even remember—couldn’t have been the worse part of my morning. No, I also had to listen to someone take care of their morning wood. Yeah, today is not my day.

  I groan at my sore body as I get to my feet. I don’t even bother to brush myself off before I start to limp my way off down the street.

  I am in the process of dreaming about a hot bath and curling up in my bed for an early afternoon nap when Jackie passes me and then does a U-turn, coming to a stop beside me. I pull open the passenger door and fall inside thankful for the cool air-conditioning.

  “Do you want to drive?” she asks, car idling in the street.

  “No,” I growl. “Just get me home.”

  “What the hell happened to you?” she asks looking me up and down with a sour look on her face. “Did you sleep outside or something?”

  “Just take me home.” I can explain the situation to her after I sleep off this hangover.

  She looks from me to the clock on the dash. “Don’t you have a test you have to take today?�
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  Shit! “How do you know that?”

  “You told me that like thirty times last night before I left.”

  I look over at her. “Speaking of leaving…” I huff. “Why did you leave me?”

  She frowns. “You said I could.” But then she gets a dreamy smile on her face.

  “Thanks.” She sighs, and I can’t help but scowl. Glad she remembers how good her night was.

  “Just drive me to the college. Please,” I say, pulling my sun visor down to look at myself in the mirror. I look like a horror movie gone wrong. My dark hair still looks freshly fucked, only with a few added leaves in it. What makeup is still on is smeared across my face. And my light brown eyes are bloodshot.

  She frowns. “You’re going to go to school like that?” Her dark blue eyes look me over and her frowns deepens before she scrunches her nose.

  “I don’t have a choice, Jackie.” I sigh. “If I miss this test, I’ll be in deep shit with my dad. Just take me there. I don’t think the test has a hygiene requirement.”

  She nods her head and starts to drive off. I run my fingers through my hair and try to take off what’s left of my makeup before I lean my head back against the headrest and close my eyes—trying to remember what the hell happened last night. I remember showing up at the party with Jackie. I remember making myself a drink in the kitchen. I remember Rodger calling me and pressing ignore before I ended up just turning my phone off. But this morning it was on. When did I turn it back on? I don’t remember.

  Then we made our way to the back of the house to the game room where I proceeded to smoke a guy who asked me to play a game of pool. The same guy who had helped me make my drink in the kitchen.

  I smile as I start to remember the color of his eyes. They were the sexiest gray eyes I had ever seen. I had eye-fucked him with no shame. His smile had caused me to miss a few shots, but I still beat him every time.

  His strong jaw and light dark hair.

  My eyes snap open at that. Well that answers that question.

  I ended up sleeping with him?