Stone Hard: A Secret Baby MC Romance

by Melinda Minx

  He raises his eyebrows at me, and I turn the key.

  I hear the car chug, almost like a dry heave, for a few seconds, but I don’t let go. “Please, please, please…” I mutter.

  And then the engine turns over, but the flood of relief I expect doesn’t come. Now that my car is running again, Stone will ride off into the desert, and I’ll never see him again. There’s no reason for us to stay connected now. As soon as those jumper cables that physically connect my car to his bike are pulled away, we’ll just be two people who ran into each other one day.

  And that’s fine, because there’s not really anything between us. He’s unreasonably hot, but he’s also incredibly frustrating and arrogant. I just got cheated on and abandoned my asshole boyfriend, so it’s not like I’m thinking rationally right now.

  I give Stone a thumbs up, but he gets off his bike and looks skeptically down at the engine. He approaches the car and leans against it, looking down at me. I’m suddenly hyper-aware that he can likely see quite far down my dress from this angle, but I don’t dare show any reaction this time.

  “Thanks,” I say. “It looks like I’m good to go.”

  “Your car just stopped running while driving,” he says. “You think a jump’s gonna change that?”

  I furrow my eyebrows at him. “Usually when I have a dead battery, after I get a jump I can keep driving.”

  “Like when you leave the headlights on?” he asks, smirking down at me.

  “Yeah,” I say. “Not that I do it often.”

  “The alternator should be charging the battery as you drive. If it just shuts off while you’re driving, it could be a bad alternator.”

  I sigh. “Look, I’m not going to pretend like I understand what you’re talking about, so save me the condescension.”

  “Where are you headed, sweetheart?” he asks.

  “Phoenix.”

  As I say it, I look at the patch on his jacket. The phoenix behind the sun. Jesus, he must be from Phoenix.

  He smiles wide. “Here’s what we do. Start driving and I’ll follow you.”

  I put up a hand. “It’s fine, you can go on your way.”

  “I’m going to Phoenix, too, sweetie, so it’s no skin off my back.”

  “I’m going to drive slow,” I say. “I don’t want to delay you.”

  “Like I said, no hurry here. I just want to enjoy the view.”

  2

  Stone

  As I get back on my bike, I feel my cock struggling against my pants. That sundress clinging to that tight body has got me hard. I know I shouldn’t be looking at a woman like that, a nice girl who shouldn’t be mixed up with a guy like me. She’s not my type, and she’s probably never even been on a bike in her whole life. But as her car drives off and I start to follow her, I find myself hoping that the car will break down again.

  I lick my lips. If it breaks down, she’ll have to take her first ride on a bike, and that hot body will be pressed up tight against me as we ride.

  Remmy’s probably going to kill me for being late. I just had a sit-down with some assholes in Tucson, told them to stop dealing in our territory, or else.

  They were just low-level meth-heads, and it was probably a waste of time for me to ride all the way out there. But Remmy insisted, so it’s his fault that I’m coming back late in the first place.

  I grin. It’s not like anyone in the MC could resist a girl with a body like that, helpless on the side of the road.

  I wouldn’t mind taking her for a ride even if her car doesn’t break down again. And with the way she was looking at me, that white skin turning bright red, she’d probably be down to take a ride with me. If she could get over herself first.

  I shake my head. The kind of women who usually go for me are all the same. They want a wild ride at first, and I’m happy to give them what they crave, but I’m always the one who gets bored first. When was the last time I got my dick in someone like Jo? Maybe in high school? Jessica Baumgarten. She couldn’t get enough of me, at least until her dad sent her off to boarding school when he found out about me.

  But Joanna is nothing like Jessica, not really. Jessica was just a girl--probably got off on pissing her dad off. Jo’s a woman, and she knows what she wants. She wants me, I can see it in her eyes, but I’m going to have to do some work to make her realize it.

  And just as I decide, as if the outlaw gods are telling me that I’ve made the right call, her tail lights go out, and her car pulls off to the side of the road.

  I pull up behind her and get off my bike. She opens the door and steps out, and I drink her in again. That strawberry blonde hair, those big brown eyes, and those perfect fucking curves.

  “We can jump it again…” she stammers. “Phoenix isn’t that much further, right?”

  I grin. I can’t wait to see her face when she realizes she’s gotta get up on the bike with me.

  “Your alternator or your battery is shot,” I say. “Probably both. Your car won’t hold a charge. I can get my buddy to tow it for you.”

  She nods. “Do you have any water? I can wait here even if it takes him a few hours, but I need some water.”

  “No water, but I can give you a lift.”

  She looks at the bike, and then at me, and her eyes widen. “I...I’ve never been on a bike before. I don’t think--”

  “Look, Jo,” I say. I really put emphasis on the ‘Jo,’ to get her all hot and bothered. “You got no water, and I can get you to Phoenix in an hour. My buddy can tow your car tonight, take it to his shop, and have it all fixed up early tomorrow. Sound good?”

  “Are you sure it’s safe?”

  “If it were safe,” I say, “it wouldn’t be any fun.”

  “What about my boxes?”

  “Lock the car. No one will bother to break into this hunk of junk.”

  “You’re talking about my car,” she says.

  I laugh. “Hey, I’m not the one that neglected it.”

  She rolls her eyes and takes out her keys and her purse. She takes out a bottle of water and chugs it, then throws the empty bottle back in the car. She slams the door and locks it.

  “How do I get on that thing?” she asks.

  Mmm. My mind is getting real dirty now.

  “I’ll help you on,” I say. “You want to be in front or on back?”

  Her face flushes. “Uh, back seems safer.”

  I get onto the bike and plant one leg onto the ground. I hold a hand out for her. “Take my hand and steady yourself, then put your foot here.” I hit my heel into the passenger peg.

  She looks at me with such expressive eyes, I can tell she’s asking me to keep her safe, but is too proud to say it out loud. She grips my hand.

  I wait for her to step on the peg, and then I flex my arm, showing her how secure she is. “Now throw your other leg over and sit down behind me.”

  She throws her leg over and sits down, but I keep a tight hold of her hand. “I’m going to let go once you feel safe, alright?”

  She nods, but doesn’t speak. She clutches my hand tighter.

  Many seconds pass, and finally she says, “I don’t feel safe yet.”

  I smile. “Look, I’m going to face forward and let go. Put your free hand on my shoulder.”

  She grips my hand tighter and raises her free hand, but hesitates.

  “Come on now.”

  She grasps my bicep and squeezes, then slides up to my shoulder.

  “If you want to be really secure,” I say, wrap your hands around my waist and hold tight.

  She glares at me, and her face reddens.

  “Hey,” I say. “Do whatever you need to feel safe. If you want to just hold that bar behind you and not touch me, that’s fine.”

  Wordlessly her hands wrap around my waist, and I feel her soft warm skin through my thin shirt, pressed against my hard abs.

  “Now slide up,” I say.

  She obeys, and her beautiful thighs press warm and soft against my ass.

  “Now doesn
’t that feel better?” I ask, not looking back at her. “I’m going to go now. I’ll go slow at first so you can get used to it.

  I laugh to myself as I talk. If her mind is even half as dirty as mine, she’ll be getting all kinds of other ideas.

  “Once you can handle it going slow, just tap my stomach, and I’ll go faster. Alright?”

  I look back at her now, and she nods.

  I rev the engine, and I take off onto the road. I promised I’d go slow, but I accelerate quickly for a moment, which makes her tighten her grip suddenly and press her nice warm tits all up against my back. I let off the gas, but she doesn’t let go of me.

  Perfect.

  After a few miles, she taps my stomach, and I let loose the full power of my bike.

  It roars as it tears through the desert, and her hands clutch me so fucking tight. I feel her forehead press against my back as she grips onto me for dear life, and we ride like that for just under an hour. Even if I don’t fuck her, I won’t forget this ride.

  Shit. Am I getting too soft? No, despite all the things she’s making me feel, I sure as hell am still going to do my damnedest to get my dick in her. I feel my cock twitch in my pants, and I realize that nothing about Joanna is ever going to make me soft. At least not where it counts.

  We roar across the desert on my bike. It’s impossible to talk, which I usually like when I take one of my hookups for a ride. Usually it’s from loud bar, to loud bike, to loud bedroom. No chit-chat. With Joanna, it’s different. I want to hear her voice again, and I doubt she’s going to agree to go straight back to my place and let me fuck her raw. At least not yet.

  Her legs press tighter against my ass as I speed up to pass some old fart driving an Oldsmobile, and her fingers dig into my cut abs. She sure isn’t shy about touching me; she must like how I feel.

  We cross the city limits, and soon we hit the first traffic light. Phoenix is a sprawling mass in the desert, with a small downtown of half-assed skyscrapers that don’t quite scrape the sky. Next to the mountains behind them, they’re nothing. The buildings will become more frequent, as will the traffic, as I drive deeper into the city. I realize I have no idea where Joanna wants to go.

  “Where we headed, Jo?” I shout back to her over the roar of the engine.

  She starts rummaging through her purse, and then she pulls out a slip of paper and hands it to me. When she lets go of my body, it feels wrong. The absence of her arms around me is suddenly cold, despite the burning desert sun.

  I look at the paper. “I know where this is. Soulless neighborhood. You’re not living here, are you?”

  “I’m staying with my girlfriend,” she shouts. “At least until I get settled.”

  I let the shadow of a smirk cast across my face. Girlfriend. She didn’t want me to think she was with a guy.

  “Alright,” I say. “Hold on tight.”

  The light turns green, and I gun it enough that she has to squeeze me tight again.

  3

  Joanna

  Every time the bike speeds up, my heart pounds with adrenaline. I don’t know if it’s the bike, or if it’s my hands wrapped around his hard abs. Or my thighs pressed against his perfect ass. It’s probably a combination of everything. I swear he’s driving like a maniac just to keep me off guard.

  The desert gives way to generic suburbia as we get deeper into Phoenix. And soon we’re roaring down some residential street with small little houses and SUVs parked in the driveways. Stone and his bike stick out here like a wolf in a dog park, and people look up at us skeptically as we tear through the neighborhood.

  He slows down as we reach one of the houses, and once he stops, he plants the bike on the kickstand and jumps off. He reaches a hand out for me, and even though I’ve been pressed up against his body for the better part of an hour, his calloused hand gripping me feels even more intimate, especially when his sinful blue eyes meet mine.

  I step off the bike, but my hand doesn’t let go of his. He looks down at our still entwined hands, then smirks at me.

  I let go.

  “Well,” he says. “Here you are.”

  I force a smile. I’m suddenly going from riding around on a bike with Stone to settling into this plain little house with my old roommate from college. It’s like waking up from a daydream, and realizing with a pang of disappointment that it’s not real.

  I look up at Stone. He is real, but any thought of being with him is not real. He’s a biker, and I’m...a normal person. I know so little about what being a biker means that I’m probably going to have to search for “motorcycle gangs” on Wikipedia just to get an idea. By contrast, being in a motorcycle gang--no, an ‘MC,’--is this guy’s life. I shake my head; the gulf between us is wide.

  “Yeah,” he grunts. “It sucks here, huh?”

  “Oh,” I say, “I don’t know. It looks normal to me.”

  He scoffs. “I guess people have different ideas of normal. It sure as shit doesn’t look normal to me.”

  “So I guess you don’t live around here.”

  He shakes his head, but then he smiles. “What, you want to see where I live?”

  His smile transforms into something dirty, and his eyes fall down to my chest. He licks his lips.

  I blush. “No, um, I will just go ring the bell and see if Jane is home.”

  He smirks. “Of course her name is Jane. Plain Jane.”

  “Is it really so bad to live in a neighborhood like this?” I ask. “To work an honest living, and--”

  He laughs. “So just because I ride a bike, I don’t make an honest living?”

  My face burns. I’m an idiot. “I’m sorry, Stone, I--”

  “I’m just messing with you, Jo. I have my own code--lines I won’t cross. But probably to someone like you from a big city who’s going to live in a house like this, what I do wouldn’t really seem like an honest living.”

  I shrug. “Well, you rescued me from the desert, and you could just have easily left me stranded. You didn’t get anything out of it, so your code must have some honor to it.”

  His eyes light up, and a mischievous grin fills his face. “Come on now, I’d have left most people stranded without a second thought. But you were wearing that sundress, and I sure as hell am still hoping to get something out of it.”

  He takes a step closer to me, and I feel my entire body heating up. Jesus, why am I even considering it? He more or less just admitted to me that he’s a criminal. What could his code be? He doesn’t kill women or children? Do I really want to get tangled up with a guy like this? I could just do it once, and then break it off….

  No. No way. I take a step back.

  “Well,” I say, “I’ll, um, I’m going now.”

  He looks at me with a smug expression and crosses his arms. His tattooed biceps bulge. “You forgetting something?”

  “Uh,” I say. “I think I already said thank you.”

  “Your car?” he says. “You need to give me your number so I can call you when it’s ready.”

  “Oh,” I say, blushing. “Yeah.”

  I dig through my purse and find a pen, but I can’t find anything to write on.

  Stone takes a step toward me again, and as his masculine scent washes over me, I again feel the urge to do something stupid. Something I’d regret.

  He hands me the slip of paper with Jane’s address.

  “Thanks,” I mumble.

  I scrawl my name and number on the back of the paper and hand it to him.

  He folds the paper and puts it in his jacket pocket. “Alright,” he says. “I’ll be in touch.”

  I nod.

  “If you ever get bored,” he says, “living with plain Jane, give me a call, and we can go on another ride.”

  What kind of ride is he thinking about, exactly? “Okay,” I say. “I doubt I’ll get bored.”

  He scoffs. “You never know.” He turns his back to me, and then he says over his shoulder as he walks away, “And we can go on any kind of ride you want, in c
ase you were wondering.”

  I gulp, and my throat feels suddenly dry. No, it’s been dry, but I just now realize it. I watch him swagger away toward his bike, and once he mounts it again, the bike roars to life and he’s gone.

  I let out a long sigh. Logically I know I dodged a serious bullet there. It would have been easy to give in to his charm and have done something I’d really regret. I came close a few times, but I resisted. But illogically--in the part of my brain that controls the burning in my cheeks and the burning between my legs--I feel like an idiot for not jumping on the opportunity. Literally. When will I ever get a chance to do something that stupid with a guy that hot? Surely not here in this neighborhood, working at a college bar with Jane. The most stupid thing I’ll be able to do is hook up with some spoiled frat guy.

  “Why do you want to do something stupid?” I whisper to myself. “Just because Ray did something stupid, doesn’t mean I have to.”

  “Who’s doing something stupid?” a voice rings out.

  I look up to see Jane standing in the open door.

  I snap out of my daydream and and focus my attention on Jane, smiling.

  We hug each other, and she squeezes me tight. “He’s an asshole. You’re not doing anything stupid, you’re doing what’s right. And don’t feel bad about staying with me, I have too much space here.”

  I feel tears well up in my eyes, but I fight them back. “I guess we’re roommates again. Thank you.”

  “You don’t have to thank me,” Jane says, letting go of me. She looks to the road. “Did you take an Uber here? Where’s your car and all your stuff?”

  “Uh,” I say, biting my lip. “Let’s go inside first, I’m so thirsty.”

  I’ve chugged two glasses of water already, but the blessedly cool liquid still hasn’t stopped my lips from feeling dry and cracked. Between sips of water, I tell Jane the story of how my car broke down and how Stone helped me. I include all the details, and it feels like we’re back in college again and chatting about boys we like in the dorm.