Crotch Rocket: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

by Natasha Tanner

“Yeah, I know, but they shouldn’t have had her at all.”

  “Son, you couldn’t have predicted that this was going to happen. No one told us they were receiving threats. This isn’t your fault,” he said as he guided me towards the bar stools. “Have a seat, we’ve got something we want to talk to you about.”

  I sat on one of the stools and held out my hand as the guys gathered around and handed me a beer.

  “So, we’ve been thinking. I discussed your actions today with the rest of the guys, and we’ve decided to let you in,” James said with a huge smile as he lifted a leather vest from beneath the bar. “Got this just for you,” he continued as he set it down on the bar in front of me. I knew I needed to say something, show a bit of gratitude, but I was speechless. I couldn’t think of a single thing to say. All I could do was stare at the vest with a smile on my face.

  “Why don’t you put it on,” Hog said as he lifted it from the counter and held it open so I could put my arms through the holes. “Looks good on ya,” he said with a wink as I pulled it around my chest.

  “Welcome to the Mischief Makers,” James said as he gripped my good hand in a fist. “It’s been too long.”

  “Thank you. You know how long I’ve wanted this. I’m sorry, I just, I can’t find the words right now.”

  “We get it,” Hogarth said as he opened another beer on the counter, the metal cap flying off into some unknown location. He took a long swig and then said, “We do have one problem though. You are not allowed to ride that ugly ass bike in this club.”

  “Ah shit. I have to go return that damned thing. I promised the owner I’d bring it back.”

  “Sure as shit you will. We don’t even want that piece of shit in our lot. Welcome to the club Crotch Rocket, now go take care of your business. Make sure you explain to the owner what a real motorcycle looks like,” Hogarth teased.

  “Ugly red garbage,” Chris muttered under his breath.

  “Yeah, yeah, I know,” I said as I started to walk towards the door. “It wasn’t like I had a lot of options.”

  “There is never an excuse to ride a crotch rocket,” James said as he threw his empty beer bottle at the wall. He intentionally threw it wide and it shattered over my head as I left through the front door. A shower of brown glass raining over me.

  I thought about riding the bike the few blocks to the guy’s house to return it, but then I decided I’d rather have the walk. The crotch rocket was light and pushing it wouldn’t be an issue. I could use the fresh air and a walk anyway. My mind was buzzing with a million different thoughts and a little bit of time to clear my head would be good. I walked the bike slowly and as soon as I turned up the driveway the owner came running out, a look of relief on his face. He looked almost as stressed as I felt. I thought it was funny that someone would be so concerned about a silly crotch rocket, but everyone has their interests so I let it go.

  “Here you are,” I said. “Not a spot on her.”

  The owner walked around the bike inspecting it for damage.

  “Only a few bullet holes,” I said to get a rise out of him.

  “What!?” he exclaimed leaning over the bike to inspect the far side again.

  “I’m just giving you shit man. The bike is good. Nothing happened to it. Listen, I really appreciate that you let me borrow it. I promise it will never happen again.”

  “No problem,” he said despite the fact that I knew he hadn’t been happy about loaning me the bike. He was being courteous. He looked at me for a long period desperately trying to think of something else to say.

  I let him off the hook, “Thanks again! I better get back,” I said as I began to walk away. “If you ever need anything, you know where to find us.”

  “Yeah, ok. I’ll keep that in mind.”

  He’d never need anything. He wasn’t the kind of guy that would ever need anything that the Mischief Makers could offer. A regular upstanding citizen like him doesn’t get into trouble like we do. He wakes up, goes to work, comes home, makes dinner, and then watches some TV. Same thing every day. Nothing about a biker’s life is same usual. People like him take life easy. People like us grab it by the balls and make it scream. We might die young but we’ve truly lived. It’s a fair trade I believe. One that I hoped Lauren would understand.

  Chapter 12 – Lauren

  When I awoke I found myself in a strange room. I didn’t remember ever having arrived but as I looked around, I realized I had to be at the Mischief Makers clubhouse. Before me on the wood paneled walls were posters of mostly naked women on highly polished bikes. They positioned themselves lewdly and were exactly the kind of women I suspected Jacob usually went for. They looked cheap and easy.

  I lifted my fingers to my eye and felt it tentatively. It wasn’t as sore as I had expected it to be but I could feel a bump protruding from my cheek. That will be attractive, I thought as I thanked my lucky stars it wasn’t anything worse.

  I rolled from my side onto my back thinking that I was alone. As soon as began to turn I saw that I had been mistaken. There, just behind me was Jacob. His eyes were closed and I could hear his light breathing. If I thought my bruise was bad, his were infinitely worse. He had his shirt off and I could see dark bruises lining his torso all the way up to his face. Yet, despite the bruising, he was still the most handsome man I’d ever seen, maybe even more so because of the bruises, because I knew how he had gotten them – fighting for me. I rolled the rest of the way over to face him and for the first time I took in all of his features. He had the chiseled cheekbones that most women would die for and that made men stand out, his lips were full and luscious and kissable. As I gazed at them I remembered the feeling of kissing them. The sweet remembrance made my heart flutter. His body was muscular but lean, not a body builder but someone fit. I liked that. He had several tattoos but I couldn’t quite make them out without making him move. The best that I could tell they appeared to be a combination of skulls and wings. Thankfully it didn’t look like there were any women’s names involved.

  I couldn’t stop myself when I reached forward to caress his battered ribs. They looked so painful. He moaned lightly as I touched his bare skin but he didn’t wake. I liked being able to see him while he was sleeping, completely at ease. Across on the chair I saw that he had a new leather vest. I knew immediately that it meant they had let him into the club. I had mixed feelings about it. I wanted him to have the one thing he’d always wanted, but I also didn’t want him to be a part of anything that meant he could be in trouble in the future. The same way he had said he’d wanted me to be safe, I wanted him to be safe as well. I wanted us to protect each other but I knew the club was his life. If I wanted a future with him, I would need to understand and recognize that part of him.

  I moved my hand up his stomach to his hair. His wild and unruly hair. It was dark and held a slight curl. The kind that is impossible to tame but that some men can pull off perfectly. I brushed the stray curls away from his forehead and tenderly touched his swollen eye. The shade of it caused a physical ache in my belly and I longed to take some of his pain for him.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

  “For what?” he said as he suddenly reached forward and gripped my wrist. The movement shocked me and as I went to pull my arm back he held it steady keeping my fingertips lightly touching his temple. “Don’t pull away,” he said without opening his eyes.

  “Ok,” I breathed as he slid his hand up and over mine. He cupped my hand lightly in his as I continued to feel his wounds.

  “Why are you sorry?” he asked again. He pulled my fingers down until they were brushing his lips. My breath hitched in my throat as he kissed each one as he patiently waited for my answer.

  “I never meant for any of this. It’s all my fault.”

  “Yeah, it kind of is,” he said with a slight laugh and then a wince.

  “Hey! You’re not supposed to agree,” I said as I laughed along with him. It felt nice to be laughing together.

  “Well, i
t is isn’t it? I mean…you could have told the club about the threats sooner.”

  “Yes, I could have,” I said feeling the guilt overwhelm me. I grew quiet.

  “Don’t be like that,” he said as he scooted closer. “Look at the upside. It brought us together.”

  “But at what cost?” I asked as he began to kiss my neck.

  “We’ll heal,” he said. His breathe caressed my neck causing every hair on my body to stand on end. His lips were the most delicious thing I’d ever felt. He moved so carefully, so deliberately slow. Before we’d been together, I had envisioned him being someone that moved quickly and was in a hurry to get the act done and over with. To satiate himself and no one else. But he wasn’t like that at all. His hands moved up my long slender neck to my jawline where he angled my face upwards to allow himself to move in closer.

  His lips continued to work my neck as his fingers teased down my body until they found the hem of my shirt. He pulled it upwards as I lifted my body and raised my arms. He tugged the shirt from my elbows and tossed it to the floor. He carefully rolled me onto my back and moved over top of me.

  Leaning forward, careful of his ribs, he kissed from my collar bone, down to my stomach and to the top of my jeans. His fingers effortlessly unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down. I expected him to pull my jeans down right away but instead he moved back up my body. I arched my back begging for contact. I needed to feel his skin on mine. My heart was racing and I wanted to feel the weight of him on top of me. As if on command he lowered himself gently until I could feel the full weight of his body pressing me down into the mattress.

  I moved my hands up his neck to where I could fist his hair in my hands. I pulled his face upwards until it was level with mine and I kissed him hard. The moment our lips touched it felt as if my entire body was exploding. Tiny little fireworks twinkling beneath my skin and through my mind. His mouth opened to mine and together we lost ourselves to the kiss. Our bodies ground and moved against one another as the intensity deepened. My hands roamed his body and found their way to the top of his boxers. He lifted his hips and allowed me to press deeper. I could feel the tickling feeling of his hair as my fingers moved down…down, until I found the hardness I was looking for.

  Jacob gasped against my lips as my fingers wrapped around him. His entire body shivered when I began to stroke him. He closed his eyes and bit his lip. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I felt as if I had full control over him.

  “Oh god,” he cried out as my fingertips danced around his tip. His hands found their way to my bra and pulled it down to expose my breasts. He lifted each until they were sitting atop the band of my bra. He cupped one and began to suckle my nipple. Soft gentle kisses and tugs of his teeth. When it hardened to a solid nub he moved over to the other, leaving his rough thumb to work over the one he’d already teased. He bit and nipped at my breast hungrily as I continued to stroke him.

  “I can’t wait any longer,” I confided. “I need you now, this is too slow!”

  “I was going slow for you,” he responded.

  I laughed at the absurdity of it all. Here I was wanting the man I’d always imagined him to be, and here he was pretending to be the man he thought I wanted. I pressed lightly on his shoulders until he got the hint and rolled onto his back. I wiggled out of my jeans and panties and then tossed them to the corner with my top. I gripped the top of his boxers and tugged them down to his knees.

  “We can be gentle later,” I teased. “Right now, I’m just thrilled that we’re both still alive, and I want to enjoy you in any way that I can.”

  I swung my leg over his hips to straddle him and then I leaned forward. I carefully kissed all of his bruises and then reached down between my legs. I gripped him in my hand and angled him to where I needed him. I slid his tip between my moist lips and then pressed down. Inch by inch he spread me wide until he was fully buried deep inside of me.

  I leaned forward to press my hands to his chest and then I remembered his ribs. Instead I put my hands to either side of his head and began to ride him slowly. He seemed to approve of the position. He shoved a pillow under his head to lift it up to the perfect height for sucking my breasts.

  I couldn’t keep up the slow pace for long. My body needed more, craved more and I picked up the pace. His rough hands gripped my hips and held me as I moved up and down his length. Deep throaty moans began to escape my lips. He felt incredible. I sat fully upright and leaned my head back. With each downward motion his hips bucked up to meet me, to slam himself deeper. One hand worked its way up to my breast and held it tightly as I writhed on top of him. His own coarse grunting synced with my own as we moved together. I could feel my body warming to the sensation of him between my legs and I knew it wouldn’t be long. After everything we’d been through my body needed this, needed him.

  He must have felt the same as he sat up and gripped my back pulling me tight against his chest. He seemed to have forgotten all about his injuries as he swiftly flung me onto my back and began to thrust himself into me. I wrapped my legs around his torso and held his ass in my hands as he moved faster and harder.

  “Kiss me,” I begged as he brought his mouth down to mine. He kissed me hungrily as our mouths opened and our tongues intertwined.

  I could feel my orgasm rising just as he groaned, “I’m…I’m about to…”

  “Give it to me,” I answered in reply. “Give me everything. I want all of you.”

  He thrust into me harder giving me every single inch of himself. A pleasurable cry exploded from me with each thrust. My nails dug into his ass as my own pressure rose and sent me soaring over the edge. I could feel my body pulsing around his hardness as he slammed into me one last time and then let lose.

  “Uuhh…” he moaned as he filled me. I held him tightly, my arms wrapped around his body as he collapsed on top of me. His chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath and I could feel his heart pounding against my breast. He panted and smiled as he laid his head upon my shoulder. I stroked and smoothed his hair, neither of us saying a word for several long minutes.

  The world felt peaceful and right for the first time since we’d met, and neither of us needed to say a thing. When he was ready, he rolled off of me to lie on his back beside me. His hand reached out and held mine as we stared at the ceiling in silence.

  But the silence couldn’t last forever and my curiosity got the better of me. “I noticed your vest,” I said.

  “Nice isn’t it?” he said with a grin. He was clearly proud of the vest and what it stood for, but I couldn’t pretend I didn’t have my own reservations.

  “It is nice. When do you get to put your name on it?” I asked unwilling to destroy his happiness with my apprehension.

  “I’ll probably do it later today. I just haven’t had a chance yet. I’ve been a little preoccupied,” he said with a wink and a squeeze of my hand.

  “Yes you have been,” I said squeezing his hand in return.

  “I’m glad you’re safe,” he said quietly. “I don’t know what I’d have done if you weren’t.”

  “But you hardly know me,” I said as I lifted his hand to my mouth to kiss his knuckles.

  “Don’t tell me you didn’t feel it. You might have acted like you weren’t very into me, but there was something there, something deeper. Something I’ve never felt before. We had a serious connection back at the store. There’s something more between us. I need you in my life. I don’t know why I feel it so powerfully, but I do. I may not know how to put it into words, but I feel it in here,” he said as he motioned towards his chest, “You’re meant to be with me and I’ll protect you no matter what.”

  “I feel it too,” I said as I rolled onto my side and cuddled up to him. My arm fell over his hips as I laid my head on his chest. “You know; I’ve liked you since I was a young teen. I remember the first time I saw you. You’re much more handsome now,” I said with a laugh. “But you’re right, there’s something here, something I can’t deny.
I need you more than I’ve ever needed anything. It’s this undeniable pull that comes from somewhere deep inside of my body. Somewhere without logic or reason. I just need you.”

  “Do you remember my promise?” he asked as his hand caressed the bottom of my spine.

  “No?” I answered confused. I didn’t remember any promise.

  “I promised I would take you anywhere you wanted to go if you agreed to go on a date with me.”

  “Oh, I didn’t realize that was a promise.”

  “It was.”

  “You don’t think we’re past that now?”

  “No. I want to take you. Tell me where you want to go.”

  I thought about his life and about the things that are important to him. I thought about the club and his father, motorcycles, and loyalty. I thought about the things I wanted to understand, the things that mattered when it came to getting to know the person that Jacob is deep down. The parts of his life that mean everything to him but that I don’t comprehend. I wanted to give him the chance to show me and to teach me to love it all too. I wanted to be a woman he could be proud of and that all of his club friends would like as well. I wanted to turn into a wild woman that could ride on the back of a Harley with my hair blowing in the wind. From the moment I’d first slept with Jacob I knew I was no longer going to be ok being the quiet store clerk. My parents had needed me but they could hire some help. I wanted to be different now, something inside of me had changed and I could never be satisfied with that kind of life again.

  I considered my options and looked to Jacob, “Would you be able to get someone to loan you a bike?”

  “As it turns out, my dad gifted me one of his old Harleys when he finally accepted me into the club,” he said with a proud grin on his face.

  I looked Jacob in the eye and smiled, “That settles it then, take me for a ride Crotch Rocket.”

  The End

  About Natasha Tanner

  Natasha Tanner is a hopeless romantic. She loves to write about bad boys and her stories always wind up with a happy ending and some steamy moments. She resides in Vermont and hopes you enjoy every one of her books as she strives to become a full-time writer.