MC Romance: Gravel A Motorcycle Bad Boy Obsession (Untamed Rider Forbidden Temptation Book 1)

by Brittany Dreams

  One thing was certain, she decided she owed her friend whose idea it was for her to fix her up, a major thank you. As her marriage had ended, Dana never had intentions of finding a date via the internet. But her office mate Cheryl DeLuca, who dated online plenty, announced she had created a dating account on Dana’s behalf. The first hit once the account was up and running -- though not the only hit -- was from Jeff.

  Up to their actual meeting, it had been such nice distraction texting him while she moved into the rental near work. Her new living room may have been filled with a cluster of yet-to-be unpacked boxes from a ruined marriage, but she so liked that she finally had guy to talk to even if it was via texts or even if it all never amounted to anything.

  And now that the date had amounted to something -- and a very nice something -- and Dana had bared all about her motives, instead of swapping flirty one liners, the communication took on a decidedly more sensual tone. Their exchange wasn’t graphic but Jeff Edgarian definitely knew how to bring it to a lady, in short, hot sentences.

  In the privacy of her new home, Dana scoped on his company website, learning everything she could about him. The upside to having just met a billionaire was that he was completely verifiable. There was lot of information about him. He was a hot shot with an impressive business bio. He was heavily into charity and community service.

  It was definitely a guilty pleasure looking him up. It was like watching a soap opera. She especially liked endlessly gazing at Jeff’s high-end, carefully posed photo next to his bio that said he was the CEO and president, and owner of many companies.

  She stared all she wanted into the gorgeous hazel eyes of the man who was going to break her unlucky no-sex streak. Dana determined that behind those intense eyes was a brain that had what it took to play the naughty games she wanted to play.

  For years and years, she lay in her empty marital bed conjuring stories in her head of gallant but bad-boy men who wanted to tryst with her the second they laid eyes on her.

  Studying Jeff’s business profile, imagining his Alpha male being powerful in the conference room and powerful in bed, Dana knew he could be that man of her fantasies; would be that man. Her body tensed sweetly with that awareness.

  He had summed it up at the restaurant so exactly. He could be someone who knew that despite her veneer of reluctance and a lack of confidence, she was a firebrand beneath.

  In these scenarios where there was a little drama that always resolved in the best possible way, these men coaxed her to do the things she always wanted to do. To know passion she always wanted to share. They would push her to the very limits to lead her to rapture.

  Dana emerged from her day dream, aware that she was embracing herself. She lost all drive to unpack. Progress was going to be uber slow as long as she had her Jeff distraction.

  He sent her another text and she found herself smiling at the phone. His words entranced her and she didn’t feel like doing much of anything except for keeping the communication going. He had to be getting as worked up as she was because he was in it as much as she was.

  “Well my day is shot,” he said finally. “Do you have dinner plans?”

  She thought about it. This would make two dates in one day but they did have, after all, an agreement to have a torrid affair. That couldn’t happen if they were in separate buildings, so she went with it.

  “I don’t,” she answered out loud as she typed them into her phone. “But I don’t want you to think I am easy.”

  She meant it playfully. They were both adults and she was her own person. She only had to answer to herself ultimately.

  “On the contrary, you make it very hard,” he wrote.

  It was a cute play on words and though things were going fast, she wasn’t ready to go there with their communication. She looked outside. They burned up the late afternoon and the early evening. The summer light in the sky was softening. It would be dark soon.

  “Please come to my house. Bring you bathing suit,” he wrote, reverting his tone back to a more gallant one.

  “Is this because you have a pool or because you want to see me in one?” she asked.

  “Both,” he replied very quickly.

  Dana knew it was kind of a sick thought that it was great she went through a recent divorce because she was what her friend Cheryl called ‘break up’ skinny. She had no problem with the prospect of wearing a bathing suit in front of him.

  But then she tried it on and inspected herself in the mirror. She was too skinny. It was great if she was going to keep her clothes on but it had been too many years of doing that. She had intended to be naked in front of this man and someone let the air out of her tires. Dana panicked. She called Cheryl.

  “He wants to go swimming with me,” Dana complained.

  “I know you’re new at this but you do know that is code, don’t you?” said Cheryl dryly.

  Dana sighed but her friend laughed softly.

  Cheryl promised her, “It’ll be fine. I am older than you. I don’t work out like you and no one has turned me away yet because I wasn’t perfect. Get over yourself.”

  With that advice, Dana took a long shower and made sure she was impeccably groomed. She packed a little beach bag, loaded Jeff’s address in her GPS and was off. Like the town she just moved from, the landscape changed from strip malls, to rolling lawns to secluded mansions within miles and minutes.

  One minute she was bumper to bumper and the next she was gunning it down winding roads that cut through black groves of trees. The sun had now set in the late August sky and the colors of the night were spectacular. Dana had the top down. She would definitely have beach hair by the time she got to him. Flying down the country roads, the breeze in her hair, her moments with Jeff were already magical.

  She didn’t even have to figure out which house was his. He was standing in the driveway in front of the buttery light of the opened garage. She liked that his garage was not picture perfect. That it looked like the garage of a real person.

  She took a second to admire his house which was large but not mansion-like, set on a very natural lot in what she could determine, even in the dark, was a multi-million dollar neighborhood.

  “Cute,” he said as she cut the engine.

  “Yeah, I got it second hand,” she replied.

  He shook his head and smiled faintly.

  “I meant you,” he said.

  When Dana stepped out of the car in front of him, there was just the right difference in their height. He braced her arms, squeezing them softly below the shoulders and gazed into her eyes. It was the perfect set up to a passionate kiss. Instead he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead.

  “Come on in,” he whispered. “Sorry for the garage entrance. I am having my entry way re-done. This is the easiest way.”

  Jeff’s house was very comfortable from what she saw. He didn’t give her the tour or anything; they walked from the garage to the kitchen family room. He invited her to sit on a very comfy couch. He offered her a drink.

  “I have this amazing coconut vodka,” he said.

  “Just a splash please,” she said. “Lottsa ice.”

  He poured their drinks and he joined her on the sofa. They made a little chit chat until he leaned to her.

  “Let’s go check out the pool,” he whispered.

  She pressed her hand on his chest, suddenly aware.

  She said, “This is going to be the second time today you’ve asked me to a meal. We’re not going to eat much this time either, are we?”

  Dana liked the back yard better than the family room. The pool had a natural fence; a house-high hedge of shrubbery. The pool itself was black which she found more alluring. It blended into the surrounding better and made it seem like a pond rather than a swimming pool.

  She slipped out of her shirt and her shorts to reveal a very basic, very small bikini. Jeff’s eyes were fixed. Stairs into the water from the edge graduated slowly so that Dana didn’t even need to hold on to the rai
ling. The temperature was slightly cooler than bath water and it was soft against her skin.

  She glided through the surface of the water, bracing herself for his touch which she expected to come at any second. Jeff didn’t let her get to the deep end. Dana was able to balance on the bottom of the pool with one foot as he gently collided with her.

  “Hello there,” he said softly.

  “Hi,” she rasped.

  “You are a stunning woman Dana Miller,” he said with a look that resembled adoration in his eye.

  He was pretty awesome himself. The lunch at the diner, he wore a chambray shirt with the tails out and jeans. Even in the loose fitting clothing, she could tell he was fit.

  But now with his shirt off in the water, with the moon beaming down on the both of them, there was no question. She could see the details of his body vividly. His shoulders were broad and his chest cut. His arms were solid as a rock. He was indeed built like a baseball player, ripped and powerful, while still being lean.

  “So tell me,” he began in a voice that was somewhere between pained and sweet. “Tell me which fantasy we should address first.”

  Dana flinched. There was no controlling it. Jeff’s suave demeanor broke as he hung his head. At first she didn’t know what to make of his shaking. He was quiet for the longest time, wobbling. She ducked her head below that sweep bangs that fell down from his forehead to see what was going on.

  He was laughing so hard that he had no choice but to ride the fit out. He could not make a sound. Finally, he gasped and stood up straight.

  “You should have seen the look on your face,” he said. “I don’t think I will forget that as long as I live.”

  Chapter Four

  He abruptly took hold of her, lifting her in the water. It was an uncharacteristically bold move. It was more alpha than she expected from him. He leaned back in the water and moved with her on him. She floated in the water as he walked around. Dana summoned her courage to to reveal herself.

  Jeff’s hand ventured from his hold on her to rest on her chest. His fingers tracing the swell of her breast. Chills rifled through her making her nipples hard. There was no hiding them. She could make them out in the shadow cast on the lit pool water.

  “I waited so long to reveal these thoughts, it is not as easy as I thought it would be,” she said.

  The excitement and vulnerability of actually being in the moment that she had longed for all those lonely nights, sent the blood rushing to her ears. Her heart banged a throbbing rhythm that nearly made her completely deaf. Jeff was stroked her chastely to ease her.

  “Well as a matter of fact, being out under the stars was a one of my scenarios,” she said.

  “You mean like floating in the water with a man who is into you, with your beautiful body glistening in the moon light?”

  “Oh good,” he said softly. “My imagination never conjured this setting but it’s just become my favorite scene.”

  His hand that modestly touched her breast, now glided down the length of her body. He raked his fingernails in feather light touch into the small of her waist. She spasmed mildly.

  “Ticklish?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” she gasped.

  “Oh that is good to know,” he wickedly.

  Jeff’s touches were advancing but slowly, cautiously. Dana was very aware that she was being seduced but at gentle pace that eased them both into the sex that they would eventually have. They had all night.

  He sliced through the water in slow motion, like a crocodile and Dana his prey. Finally his he tugged aside the triangles of her bathing suit top so that her breasts bobbled gently in the pool water. His fingers dipped beneath the waist band of her bikini bottoms to find more.

  Dana let her thighs float apart. Jeff cupped her between her legs, inserting a finger. Her body was wet and hot.

  “Mmm,” he growled.

  Dana arched on the surface of the pool, her shoulder pressing into his as he crouched to put his face next to hers. Even with the pools smells, she could smell that sweet smell of him that she liked so much when he kissed her on the cheek hello.

  The nearness of his mouth morphed into light kissed on her cheek. His lips traveled towards hers and he guided her to her feet so that he could kiss her fully. It was like she was kissing a long-missed lover. She knew his kiss, his taste, his style and she craved it.

  Crickets hummed, the pool motor buzzed as the amazing night surround them. Through lowered lids, Dana spied light from security lamps and the moon dancing on the jiggling water. Jeff’s arms were so solid, so masculine as they held her. His fingers raked her wet tangled hair, stilling her jaw so that he could devour her with his kiss.

  His tongue pushed onto hers, twirling with hers. She trailed her tip over every surface, pressing the walls of his cheeks before playing with him. Their tongues danced together as they got lost in the feel of each other.

  Dana pressed her soft pliant body against Jeff’s hard lean frame. It felt like she was grinding against tree, he was so grounded. He was in his late thirties according to his profile but there again was that boyishness about him. Dana felt like she was seventeen kissing her high school sweetheart.

  But Jeff was no boy. He was so subtle and skillful in his seduction of her. Intuitively patient having been through a divorce himself, knowing the emotional battery a person can go through. He was sweet with her knowing that he would be her first in a gazillion years but he was assertive and in command, guiding them both to what they craved.

  Before she knew it, Dana trembled with arousal. It was a new reality to be this worked up with a real live person. Her fantasies paled in comparison. His hands swam down her back to cup her buttocks. He lifted her easily. She wrapped her legs around his hips.

  Dana gripped the hard defined muscles of his back. She was like a tree frog on him, her hips matched to his. His hardness nudge her center through her bathing suit bottoms. She lowered herself slightly to lightly grind on him, giving him a sort of pool lap dance.

  Jeff guided Dana to a pool side bench, just below the water. He lifted her with ease, setting her hips at his face level. It just so happened that he put their drinks near that spot. He reached for his.

  He encouraged her back against the ledge, a move that stretched her out, making her belly taut and flat. He spilled his drink in her navel and licked it from her. There was no squelching her cries. She whimpered uncontrollably as he tickled and aroused her.

  Her breathing rose. Her bare chest heaved skyward as a row of black trees looked on. Jeff fumbled with the strings that tied at Dana’s hips to unfasten them. With a few tugs, Dana was completely naked.

  He parted her knees, gripped her hips and drew her closer to him. He kissed the inside of her legs, upward towards her center. Gingerly at first, he extended the tip of his tongue to the bud of her sex, circling it and making her throb.

  Jeff’s touch was perfect. It was light yet firm enough to sweetly torture her. He flicked against her aroused flesh, unrelenting, making the craving to be filled by him grow. Dana drew up tight, constricting her channel in dire need of him.

  He seemed to have endless patience as he tended to her. He explored her with both fingers and tongue, always coming back to that same spot, pressing, kneading. She rocked her hips up towards his mouth begging for release.

  Dana found his hand blind. She drew it up to her breast, encouraging his fingers to play with her. His fingertips, even for a white collar worker, were tough. Their feel was so erotic on her erect, wet nipples.

  Finally he plunged his tongue into her heat, simultaneously squeezing her pebbled tips. Pleasure corded through her body, coiling up tight within her belly. He rose above her, his stone hard erection grazing her thigh as he helped her out of the pool.

  With amazing fortitude, he was able to walk over to a bed-sized chaise and lay them both down atop it. The furniture was covered in microfiber so the texture was soft and luxurious against her skin.

  As he crawled over her, he b
ent to suckle her breast, the tips of which were rigid in the night air. He gently punished the imprisoned nipple the way he had other places. Dana was insane with the urgency to have him inside of her.

  The soft skinned tip of him brushed the inside of her thigh. Jeff looked her in the eye. There was such tenderness for her there. Dana reached between them and guided him in. He thrusted until he was buried completely.

  He paused, his eyes pressed shut with bliss. A faint smile washed his face as he seemed to be doped now with the sweetest drug of all. Dana cried out at their joining. It had been so long. She could hardly believe that all those years of loneliness, of human need had come to an end.

  And not just because it had been so very long for her, the feel of him was unlike anything she had experienced before. Their chemistry was powerful – electric and it surged through her, lighting up every possible erogenous zone on her. She was a quivering mass as Jeff rocked into her slowly and steadily. He kissed her gently as he mixed up his rhythm with the occasional powerful thrust.

  Dana was so turned on she could not think straight. She pumped her pelvis upward, gyrating, seeking. Each time she moved, she made her predicament worse for the sweet agony only seemed to build more.

  She cocked her hips back towards her chest, causing her body to tighten around him. Each time she moved back and forth, a little moan escaped his lips. Dana could not tend to him, she was lost in her own need. She reached down to touch herself, but he quickly moved her hand away.

  Dana looked up to him in surprise. He had the look of the devil in his eye. There was no trace of the boyishness she found so attractive. Staring down at her was an alpha male who was controlling her just a little bit and she liked it.

  “Not yet,” he proclaimed.

  Dana turned her head, trying hard to withstand the level of pleasure rising between them. She wagged her hips this way and that, trying her best to stoke his visual gratification to drive him to the place where she was.