by K E Osborn
When I arrive back at her place, instead of pulling up at the park, I drive up her driveway and pull up right near her front door. I figure I may as well try and fake my way through this as best as possible, so I stand tall and look over to the park as if I’m looking for the perpetrator.
Fucking hell, I feel like a dick!
“If you’re still out there you better forget this house. You better forget this woman. She belongs to me, and if you fuckin’ come here again takin’ happy snaps I’ll be only too pleased to snap your neck, you sick fuck!” I yell out and walk up to her door. She opens it before I have a chance to knock and I huff and shake my head at her.
“Flame, babe! Why are you openin’ the door? I told you to wait till you heard it was me,” I reprimand.
“Well, I heard you yelling at the dick. So I opened the door. Is he gone?” she asks still hiding slightly behind the door.
I look over to the park just for good measure. “Yeah, I think so, babe. Are you okay?” I ask turning back to look at her.
She opens the security door and she’s standing there in her white silk robe. I have to try my hardest not to let my dick get out of control right now.
“I’m fine now you’re here. You were really quick,” she says grabbing my cut and pulling me to her. I smirk and step inside the house as she looks around like she’s nervous and closes the door behind me.
“Was just around the corner at a servo. I’m happy to help. Do you have any idea who it could have been?” I ask turning away from her feeling exceptionally guilty, so looking in her eyes could be a dead giveaway.
She exhales and takes up a seat on the white lounge suite. I walk in following her, the room is small but pristine, and I don’t want to touch anything in case I put dirt or grease on the immaculate white furniture.
“Well, honestly, I thought it was you. But I guess you wouldn’t be so weird as to snoop in the bushes outside a woman’s house taking pictures of her… would you?”
I laugh awkwardly shaking my head and shifting my weight from foot to foot. “What? Me? No! Not my style to be a stalker. That’s creepy.”
She tries to hide her smile and nods. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. So thank you for saving me from the real stalker. You’re my hero… again.”
She crosses her leg over the other and her robe falls slightly revealing some of her thigh. I inadvertently lick my lips as my blood starts to pump faster. I don’t know why this innocent little angel has such an effect on me.
“So would you like something to drink? Or eat? It’s the least I can do for you.”
I huff folding my arms over my chest not knowing what else to do, as I stand in her living room feeling completely out of place. She giggles and stands up sauntering over to me. Her red tendrils falling over her shoulders softly making me want to run my fingers through it.
“So biker boy? Beverage?”
I shake my head and she laughs. “You can relax you know. Geez, you’re tenser than a wrestler on steroids. You can actually sit down you know?” I exhale and look at the whiteness of the lounge and the dirt on my jeans.
“I’m not exactly white lounge material.”
She looks down at my jeans and smirks. “Sorry princess, I’ll get a towel for you.” She turns and walks through the small archway out of the room leaving me completely alone in the room. I inhale smelling the flowery scents of her home and it reminds me of her. Smiling as I look at the pictures on the wall—sophisticated paintings—and it reminds me of how totally opposite we actually are.
She steps back in with a dark blue towel and she strides past without looking at me and places the towel over the back of the lounge cascading it down over the cushion, so no matter how I sit no dirt will get on her lounge. “There, my dirty biker boy won’t mess up my lounge. Now sit, you’re making me feel uncomfortable with your standing like a statue.”
I chuckle and move over to the lounge sitting down and throwing my phone on the coffee table in front of me. Willow moves in and sits next to me, and I wish her robe would open up again so I could sneak a peek at her naked legs just once more.
“Squuueee.” A loud squeal echoes from the hall making me jump slightly. I sit up looking back to see a rodent of some kind racing through the lounge room at full speed, and running under my feet and toward Willow.
“What the fuck!” I jump up as Willow giggles and my heart starts to race. That’s the biggest rat I’ve ever seen, and the loudest too. I look around the bottom of the lounge and it lunges toward me again. I pull out Wesley and aim it at the rodent, but Willow screams and lunges at me. “Nooo,” she yells at the top of her lungs. I stop as the rodent halts its Speedy Gonzales routine and sits down in front of me.
“Stop Steel, don’t hurt her!” she says grabbing my hands and looking into my eyes.
My heart is racing. I hate fucking rats, and for a rat this thing is huge. I look at Willow furrowing my eyebrows and shaking my head putting my knife back in my pants.
“Um… no offense Willow, but you have one heck of a rodent problem.”
She throws her head back and laughs a full on belly laugh. Her tits jiggle up and down with her laughter, and I try my damndest to keep my mind on the situation at hand.
Big. Damn. Huge. Rat!
“Oh my God, Steel, you’re hilarious. She’s not a rodent, she’s Petunia. My teacup pig.”
I raise my eyebrows and smirk at the name Petunia, and then glance down at the rodent to see it’s actually not a rat at all, but the tiniest, smallest, miniaturist pig I’ve ever seen in my damn life.
“Well, fuck me!” I lean in closer to the pig and she actually looks like she’s smiling. The little thing’s actually all kinds of cute. It’s pink with black spots and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pig this small. “And Petunia…” I chuckle, “…lives in the house?”
Willow bites her bottom lip and nods.
“A pig? A filthy animal that rolls in its own crap lives in this pristine house?”
She giggles. “Well, Petunia is house trained and doesn’t roll in her own filth. She does, however, love to roll in the cushions. But she uses a litter tray, you know… like a cat.”
I open my eyes wide. “You’re shittin’ me?”
“I shit you not,” Willow says and it makes me want to lean forward and kiss the absolute hell out of her.
“You’re an enigma you know that?”
She shrugs and leans down petting Petunia on the head. “I like kids and pigs. That’s about all there is to me really.”
“And hot biker boys.” I wiggle my eyebrows up and down insinuatingly.
“Hmm… I guess so. Only if he’ll sit down and watch a clit shit movie with me.”
I laugh that she remembered my name for chick flicks. And I figure if she’s willing to give me the benefit of the doubt then maybe I should give a little here too. I smile and move past her to sit back down on the lounge. “Well then, what’s on?”
“Hmm… so many to choose from. What ones have you seen?” She makes her way back, sliding past me and sitting down next to me, closer this time so our legs are touching.
I wince and shake my head. “To be honest, Flame, I’m a biker. I grew up in the club. I’ve never actually seen any, except for maybe Beaches ‘cause my mother made me watch it with her when I was young but other than that the floor is yours. Hit me with the best clit shit movie of all time. Try and wow me to the dark side.”
She laughs and nods picking up a remote and hitting play on her Blu-ray.
“Don’t you need to put the disc in first, sweetheart?” I tease.
She smirks. “If it’s the best clit shit of all time, it should already be in the player.” She smiles and I shake my head.
What the hell have I gotten myself in for?
Just over two hours later, a teacup pig is cozied in the cushions on the end of the lounge and Willow is curled up next to me, cuddled into my side. A box of tissues lay between us and right now a mantra keeps playing through my head
.
Do not cry.
Do not cry.
Do not cry.
Fuck this movie is sad, and I’m a tough as fuck biker. Fuck me, though, I do have a heart and as Willow blows her nose for the fifth time, I run my fingers over her arm softly. It’s taking all my strength not to break down like a baby and blubber. I’m watching Allie and Noah, their life and love is sending knots right through my stomach. I want a love like theirs, and all I want to do right now is pick Willow up and kiss the absolute fuck out of her. Love is not something I know, nor desire.
This movie is fucking with my head, and having Willow in my arms is fucking with my heart. I had every intention of leaving here and never seeing her again. She doesn’t belong in my world. I certainly don’t fucking belong in this world—this pristine world of teacup pigs and picket fences. I’m so out of my league I’d be ignorant to think that this has a snowman’s chance in hell of working. The credits roll for the movie and I sniff as Willow sits up blowing her nose again. She turns looking at me and starts to chuckle.
“I’m so sorry,” she says and I smile looking at her puffy eyes while thinking she’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.
“What for?”
“For falling apart. Doesn’t matter how many times I see it, it kills me every… single… damn… time.”
“It was kind of sad,” I admit.
“Yeah, but I don’t see you blubbering and using half a tissue box.”
“Yeah, but I have to be a man about these things. I have a macho look to uphold.”
She chuckles and clicks the remote, the dull hum of the volume fades to silence as the television switches off.
“This is your phone, right?” she asks picking up my mobile from the coffee table.
“Yeah.”
“Can I take a picture of us to capture your first clit shit moment?” she asks and I chuckle with a nod taking the phone from her. She slides into the nook of my shoulder and we join our heads together as I unlock my phone and set the camera up to take a selfie. We both smile and as I go to take the pic I lean in and kiss her cheek. She giggles as I take the photo.
“Cheeky monkey,” she says snapping the phone from me. I laugh as she studies the photo and then quickly slides the camera roll to the right. I tense up and go to grab the phone from her, but it’s too late.
“Ha! I knew it! I knew it was you!” she says sitting back and pointing at me with her eyes bulging out of her eye sockets and a hard stare on her face.
Fuck! I look down to see the picture I took of her from the park when she was moisturising her leg.
“I can explain,” I say as she raises her eyebrow at me and crosses her arms over her chest.
I suddenly have a thought. “Wait, did you want to take the photo just so you could see if I took the picture of you from the park?”
She shrugs. “Player just got played,” she says and her sassiness right now is actually starting to make my cock a little hard, rather than my temper angry.
“Fuckin’ hell.” I run my hand through my hair and stand up to start pacing the floor. Petunia starts to run around my feet and it makes it awkward to pace.
“Start talking you creeper.”
I exhale and turn to look at her. “You want the truth?” I ask and she nods. “Shit, okay. Our date… um… when I messaged you and said I had club stuff to attend to… well, I lied.”
She furrows her brows and frowns looking hurt as her body slumps.
“It’s not that I didn’t want to go on a date with you, I did… I do. Trust me, even now, sharin’ this night with you so far has been… eye openin’. But you Flame, you’re such a good girl and me? I’m a rough guy. I’ve done bad things. I hang out with really bad people. I don’t want to bring you into a world you’re not cut out for. I don’t want to dim your light. So I blew off the date for your sake. I told myself I’d forget about you and let you go. But I can’t get you out of my mind.”
Her lips turn up into a slight smile.
“Today, I was really strugglin’, you just wouldn’t leave my thoughts alone. Every single one was about you, and so I had to see you. But my stance on bringin’ you into my world hadn’t changed. You don’t belong with me. But I thought if I could just see you, just one glimpse it would tide me over. So I came here, saw you through your window, your legs were… fuck! I don’t even know what came over me. I just wanted a reminder of the way you looked… I wanted to remember it. So I took a photo but the flash went off and that’s when you saw me. I swear I wasn’t tryin’ to be a creep, I wasn’t doin’ it to stalk you or anythin’ weird like that. I just want to protect you. I want to keep you safe. But I needed to see you, and then it all went to shit. I’m sorry I should’ve told you it was me. I don’t know why I pretended it was someone else. I was afraid of what you’d think of me… do think of me.”
She’s quiet for a moment like she’s processing all the information. She nods and stands up walking up to me. I brace for the impact as her hand comes up in line with my cheek. I close my eyes waiting for the harsh slap to collide with my face, but instead, her gentle caress soothes my nerves. I open one eye squinting and looking down at her. She’s smiling at me and I exhale forcefully opening the other, as her soft hand delicately caresses my cheek.
“Steel, why you feel the need to protect me is courageous and brave, but I don’t need protecting. I just want to get to know you, and even though seeing some guy taking pictures of me from across the road scared the shit out of me, when I saw it was you, I found it kind of exciting. You excite me Steel, and I want to live dangerously for once in my life.”
I take a deep breath and wrap my arms around her waist and shake my head. “You don’t know what you’re askin’. You haven’t met my brothers, they’ll eat you up. They’re not like me.”
She smiles. “Well, I wouldn’t want to date them, Steel. Just you.”
I rest my forehead against hers, and it’s only now I can smell her strawberry lip gloss. It’s driving me insane. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“I don’t really care what you think. You were stalking me in the bushes. You owe me, so we’re going on a date, a real one. You will pick me up on your bike, and I’ll wear pants and red heels just like you demanded. This isn’t a request Steel, this is happening. And if you back out again, I’ll show up at your clubhouse and just hope like fuck you’re there, so your brothers won’t eat me up and spit me out.”
I raise my eyebrows and smirk at her confidence. “Tellin’ a biker what to do can get you in a lotta trouble, Miss Willow.”
She steps in close so her body is now flush with mine. The warmth emanating from her against me is making my cock ache for her. I want to throw her back on this coffee table and fuck her brains out. But she’s worth more than that… a lot more than that.
“Maybe, I’d like you to show me how much trouble I’m really in Mister Biker-boy?”
I groan and grind my cock into her abdomen, she opens her eyes wide as my cock hardens against her. Her tongue darts out licking her bottom lip and I can’t contain myself anymore. I have to taste her. My hand races up to grab the back of her hair forcefully, part of her messy bun falls out around my fingers as she gasps at the tightness of my hold on her hair.
“You want trouble, Flame?” I ask running my nose along hers taking in her flowery strawberry smell.
“Mm-hmm,” she murmurs rubbing her body against mine.
A low throaty growl rumbles from my chest and I can’t contain myself for one more second. I look into her eyes and as she looks back at me something in my chest sparks. The rhythm of my heart skips a beat, and I inhale sharply at the sting resonating through my soul. She’s captivating me and my lips have to capture hers. Gripping her hair tighter, she needs to know life with me won’t be hearts and flowers. It will be dominance and control. I force my lips to hers. A jolt of the same electricity shoots through me making me feel more alive than ever before. It shocks me, and I grip her hair punishingly har
d making her moan.
My tongue licks at her lips, she tastes like strawberry, and on command she opens her mouth and gives me access. Our bodies mould together, her hands move up entwining into my short hair as she grabs hold, and the little bitch tugs on my hair. I love it! She brings her leg up and wraps it around my waist. Grinding my hard cock into her pussy, I groan into her mouth as I kiss her firmly and with so much want that I have to resist the need to fuck her right here and right now on this couch. My cock is throbbing and I’m going to need to rectify that tonight, but not with Willow. She’s not some club whore who I can rush into things with. No, Flame is Old Lady material—if she can handle my brothers and this life. And right now kissing her as she grinds her pussy against my cock and working me up like the little minx she is, fuck do I want this to work out. I don’t know her well, but what I do know so far makes me think this doesn’t have a hope in hell of lasting. So right now, I need to get my head out of my arse and back into the here and now, and into the moment with Willow.
I pull her closer to me as she moans into my mouth. My tongue dances with hers while my hands move down to her arse. She grinds into me further, and I groan as her pussy pushes along my aching cock.
Fuck, I want her.
But not tonight.
I grab her arse cheeks and pull her up, her legs wrap around my waist and I move back and sit down on the lounge. She straddles me.
Fuck me, if this isn’t every guy’s fantasy—the innocent girl who’s virtue is taken away by the bad boy.
Fuck I want this.
But I want to treat Willow right, so we’re not fucking tonight.
She leans back in kissing me again, and I slowly ease the kiss even though everything in me doesn’t want to. Every manly instinct in me is kicking my arse right now. But the gentleman my mother always told me to be, is finally showing his ugly head and I’ve figured out Willow has some bad boy fetish thing going on, and I will be that bad guy for her, but I’m not going to treat her wrong. My breathing is rushed and harsh, and as I lean my head back on the towel on the lounge, Willow pulls back looking at me and smirks.