Royal S.O.B. (A Bad Boy Romance)

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by Kaitlyn Kevette


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  Ridden HARD

  Copyright 2014 by Sarah Sethline

  SYNOPSIS: Harley should be happy. Her boyfriend since forever has just given her a ring, promising they'll spend their lives together... eventually. On the surface, he has all the qualities a girl like Harley could ever want -- with a few key exceptions. Like how he's sworn off sex between them until after med school. Eight years is a long time to go without...

  Everything that's "safe" about the relationship she's chosen gets left behind the night Blaze walks in. Ripped, rugged and dangerously sexy, he's about to take HIS Harley for one wild ride...

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  "Did Colby give you that?" asked my friend, Lana, eyeing the emerald-encrusted band on my finger.

  I forced my hand flat and adjusted the ring using my fingers, staring at it absentmindedly. I'd almost forgotten I was wearing it, that's how much of a big deal it wasn't.

  "He sure did," I told her in my charming southern drawl.

  I watched as Lana's eyes lit up, her entire body beginning to wriggle around in her seat.

  "Now don't go gettin' all excited, honey," I said.

  "This here is just a promise ring."

  "A promise... of what?" she asked.

  "That we'll get engaged after Colby graduates," I replied.

  My best friend was looking at me with eyes of concern.

  "That's a real long time to wait, Harley. Isn't medical school, like... eight years or somethin'?"

  I bit down on my lower lip and shrugged.

  "You know Colby -- real conservative. He has to do right by the plans for his life."

  It was quite the understatement -- Lana and I both knew it. My boyfriend was "by the book" when it came to pretty much everything... the kind of book you read when you needed help going to sleep.

  Lana took a swig of her beer and said, "What about sex? Does he still want you guys to be celibate?"

  I nodded.

  "Jesus, Harley! Eight years without sex?!" exclaimed Lana.

  "You really think you can make it?"

  Honestly, I wasn't sure. The whole celibate thing came about after Colby and I had sex -- a grand total of two times -- and he'd walked away feeling super guilty. Premarital fucking is one of the biggest "don'ts" in the book, and it'd left my boyfriend embarrassed and ashamed. After our second "oops", he decided for both of us there wasn't to be any more sex until marriage -- until we're legally bound.

  "I don't know. The two times we did do it, they weren't anything special, so perhaps I'm not really missing much..."

  "Not really missing much?!" replied Lana incredulously.

  "Oh, honey... You are... believe me, you are."

  I watched my friend and fellow waitress scan the bar, sizing up all the potential lays that were literally all around us.

  "Maybe not with Colby, but... with someone."

  I flipped a section of my reddish-brown hair over my shoulder and scoffed.

  "What are you suggesting, huh? I LOVE Colby."

  "Oh, I know you do, Har. It's just, he's so... safe. You guys have been together for... how long?"

  "Ten years. Since middle school," I replied.

  Lana reached out and extended her arms across the table, taking my hands into hers.

  "Exactly. It wouldn't hurt to keep your options open, is all I'm saying."

  "I have kept my options open," I told her.

  "It's just... nobody's ever seemed to take an interest in me quite like Colby has."

  "Girl, that's a damn shame," replied a sympathetic Lana.

  "I... I don't think so," I mumbled.

  "Colby is smart, caring, comes from a good family... And I've no doubts he'll make a terrific father. He's got a lot of good things going for him..."

  "... On paper," remarked Lana.

  Well, damn. I figured if I'd said the facts out loud I could somehow convince her... or at least myself. I should have known better than to try and fool my best friend into thinking my relationship with Colby was something worth waiting for.

  "And let's say you do stay with him, wait the whole eight years... Then you'll be a doctor's wife. Do you really think Colby will have time for you then?"

  "What do you mean?" I asked, feeling kind of offended.

  "Doctors work crazy long hours, Har. It'll be a real struggle for him to find enough time to fulfill all of your needs: physical, emotional, sexual..."

  "Not everything is about sex!" I shot.

  "Oh, honey," replied Lana.

  "It's more important than you think."

  "Time to get back to our shift," I announced, realizing that our break from work was about up (Lana and I affectionately referred to these nightly chats as our "booze and bitch" time).

  I grabbed my cowgirl hat from the seat, placed it on my head, then popped the top three buttons from my checkered shirt undone. It was a suggestion I'd picked up from Lana -- who else? -- in order to score better tips.

  "Don't think we're done talking about this," warned Lana as she adjusted her nametag and moved to get up.

  I chuckled nervously, then headed behind the bar to resume my duties.

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  It was five minutes to closing time when my life changed forever.

  I was wiping down the counters at the Tumbleweeds Bar as I usually did, preparing to shut the place down, when in walked the most rugged, domineering, and dangerous looking man I'd ever seen.

  He appeared to be in his late 30s or so, but had the body of a guy 10 years younger. His brown hair was styled in a sexy crew cut, and his eyes were as blue as his tight, distressed jeans.

  I don't know what it is about guys with dark hair and light eyes, but I've always found that insanely attractive. This guy was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome, and appeared to be a bad boy to boot.

  As he came closer, I noticed he was wearing some of the signature pieces of a badass biker. He had the usual black leather jacket, only this one was covered in more patches than a fucking Girl Scout. There was a helmet with a skull and crossbones in his hands, and the shirt he had on underneath his jacket had some kind of silver lettering running across it.

  My eyes widened as I watched him approach the bar. Being that it was damn hot in there with our broken A/C, it came as no surprise when I saw him take off his jacket and swing it over the back of a stool. I could now see what his shirt spelled -- Berettas MC -- and that he was also packing some pretty fine guns. He had just the right amount of bulk so as not to be too over-the-top while still looking like he could beat the shit out of anyone.

  I watched as this rugged stranger looked around the bar, seeing that it was empty except for a few drunks.

  "Whiskey, neat," he told me, reaching into his pocket to pull out a grungy twenty.

  His voice was gruff and commanding; the hairs were pricking up on the back of my neck just hearing him order.

  "Uh, we're closing down," I said meekly, a little scared having someone like this in my bar so late.

  "But you're not closed ye
t, are you, Sugar?" he said matter-of-factly.

  "Um, no, technically we aren--"

  "Then get me my drink, will you," he demanded, cutting me off.

  I quickly hurried to fix this man's beverage, not daring for a single second to make eye contact. I could feel him staring at me nonetheless.

  "Here ya go, sir," I said, setting the drink I'd just poured in front of him.

  I nervously fumbled for a napkin to give him as his eyes bored into my face.

  "… The hell you callin' me 'sir'?" quipped the biker.

  "The name's Blaze."

  Blaze! That's fucking hot, I thought.

  Burning hot.

  "'Blaze'... Is that, uh, your real name?" I asked.

  "If it's my name, it's real, ain't it?" he snarled.

  "Why... whadda they call you?"

  "Ha--Harley," I stammered.

  "Harley?... HA! Must be jokin', right?" laughed Blaze.

  "Why is that funny?" I asked, studying his face with intrigue.

  "Because I ride Harleys for a living," he replied, more seriously this time.

  A perfectly justified response, but god, did he make it sound naughty.

  "How does one ride Harleys 'for a living'?" I couldn't help but ask.

  To my absolute shock and terror, Blaze reached out and grabbed onto my wrist hard. I could already see my flesh starting to change color in the area his fingers were gripping me.

  "There's no need to get smart! That's all you need to know, baby," he growled.

  "You're-- you're hurting me," I stammered, my mind reeling from what I'd allowed myself to get mixed up in. I cast my eyes to look Blaze dead in the face, making eye contact with him for the very first time.

  As I stared into the deep blue abyss of his soul-piercing eyes, I could tell there was something more to Blaze's frightening exterior, something genuine. It actually felt pretty thrilling to be at the mercy of his darkness.

  Blaze hung onto me for what felt like forever, but in reality was just a few moments. He held on long enough for me to get his message, that I can assure you. I watched as he finished his whiskey in one swig.

  "Better make the next one a double," he said, slinging his near-empty glass my way.

  "And I don't give a shit if you're closed."

  I nodded and began filling his drink just like he'd asked.

  "So... I haven't seen you in here before," I said as I slid the fresh whiskey back over to Blaze.

  "Just passing through," he muttered, downing a big gulp.

  "How do you like, uh, Pleasant Hollow?" I asked as I picked up where I'd left off with my wiping.

  "It's pleasant," responded Blaze with a small smile.

  I couldn't help but smile, too. I would've never guessed it at first glance, but under all those tough layers was a guy with real wit!

  The more Blaze and I talked, the more I grew to like the guy. He was rough around the edges at first, sure, but once we got past the wall he put up for the world, we were able to engage in surprisingly deep conversation. I found myself opening up to him more than I'd ever been able to with anyone before; I'd never felt so comfortable sharing my hopes, dreams, and fears, not even with Colby.

  Just then, I heard a whisper to my left.

  "Harley, what are you doing??" asked Lana.

  She'd just finished closing up and had come to see if I was ready to roll.

  "Just... having a conversation," I whispered back.

  "You shouldn't be talking to that man. He looks dangerous," said Lana, who was checking Blaze out in an uneasy manner.

  "You got a problem?" he said, downing the rest of his double. He threw his glass back down on the counter and shot Lana a rather menacing stare.

  "No, Blaze, she's cool," I told him.

  "Lana here's just a little concerned, 'cuz I don't normally talk to guys like..."

  I cut myself off upon realizing what a completely fucking stupid thing it was for me to say.

  "Guys like ME??" he boomed, his eyebrows raised and tensions clearly running high.

  Again he scared me by grabbing onto me, this time above the elbow, pulling me across the bar and over to him.

  "Blaze, I'm-- I'm sorry!" I gasped.

  "I didn't mean anything bad by it."

  "Little girl, don't you fuck with me. You don't know the first thing about 'guys like me'."

  "I'm... gonna go," whispered Lana, who obviously couldn't wait to GTFO. She scrambled to collect her things and headed out the bar.

  "Call me," she mouthed before closing the door behind her.

  Turning my attention back to Blaze, I said, "You're right, I don't know anything about guys like you. But I'd love to get the chance... if you'll have me."

  He wasn't anything like Colby, that's for damn sure. Blaze was rawer, rougher and tougher -- and obviously had a different breed of life experience under his belt. I couldn't help but wonder what else he kept "below the belt" -- if he was rougher all the way through...

  Blaze loosened his grip and studied my face skeptically, considering my proposition.

  "Tomorrow. I'll come and get you after your shift, take you someplace real nice. Just me and that sexy body of yours -- don't need your friend coming along."

  "I... uh..."

  I couldn't quite find the words. I was speechless. I wanted to get to know him, certainly, but didn't know how smart it'd be to go riding off into the night.

  "Are you gonna be ready for me, baby?" asked Blaze firmly.

  Ah, what the hell. Blaze was the polar opposite of the safety and security I'd clutched onto my entire life, yet I was finding it impossible to say no. Something inside of me was screaming "live a little".

  "Su--sure," I said bravely, almost in disbelief of what I'd just signed up for.

  "You got a husband?" asked Blaze, starting to get up.

  "N--no, not a husband. Just a fiancé. Well... sorta," I explained.

  "Don't matter. See you tomorrow, sugar tits," said Blaze, pulling on his leather jacket and popping the collar.

  Suddenly, without warning, he leaned in and pulled me close, his strong, gloved hands cradling the sides of my face as he drew me in for a kiss. A long, hot, passionate kiss. At first I was in shock, but after a few tender strokes of his tongue against mine, I couldn't help but kiss him right back.

  I wanted to be caught in that moment forever, but like all good things, it, too, came to an end. Blaze unlocked his lips from mine, gave me a quick wink, then grabbed his helmet and sauntered out the door.

  I was shaking. Literally shaking. I poured myself a shot and downed it in one gulp, hoping to calm my nerves and gather my head.

  What had just happened was brand new to me -- it was wholly outside my comfort zone. To have someone like Blaze give me the time of day... not a boy like Colby, but a real man... well, it was scary as fuck. I was beside myself with emotion; I didn't know quite how to feel.

  Back at home, I had a hard time sleeping, thinking about Blaze. My mind kept racing with thoughts and images of our encounter... especially our kiss. The few minutes of shuteye I did manage were dominated by lust. I found myself dreaming about all the bad things Blaze could do to me... and I barely knew the guy!

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  The following night at the start of our shift, Lana pulled me aside and said, "I can't believe the way you behaved last night."

  "What do you mean?" I asked, feeling confused.

  "Oh, don't play dumb, Harley. It doesn't suit you. You're about to be engaged to the sweetest guy on the planet, and what do you do? Swoon at the first guy who hits on you... a guy in a biker gang, no less."

  "I was just making polite conversation," I said defensively.

  "What makes you think he's part of a biker gang, anyway?"

  "Berettas MC," said Lana, as if it should have been obvious.

  "That ain't the name of a non-profit, honey."

  "I love you, but you need to get a grip," I told her as I picked up a tray of drinks.

  "You'r
e completely overreacting."

  Lana and I didn't get an opportunity to talk further about it for the rest of work. When we finally got the chance to sit down at the end of our shift, we were both pretty wiped by how busy it'd been.

 

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