Crotch Rocket: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

by Natasha Tanner

  Just don't look at his face. You can do this. You don't know this guy at all and you can’t let him get to you. Just go in, wash his body really fast, and leave. Five minutes tops.

  I gripped the sides of the sink and took a few deep breaths, then carried the basin into the other room without looking him in the eyes once.

  “The water should be warm enough, but let me know if you need it hotter or colder. Now, I’m going to start with your chest and your arms so I’m going to pull your gown down. Here’s a blanket to cover yourself with, if you’d like,” I said as I unfolded a blanket and placed it over Brody’s legs.

  “I’m perfectly fine,” he said with a smile still plastered on his face. When I pulled the gown down off his shoulders and freed his left arm he put it behind his head. He looked like he was enjoying himself immensely and for some reason that made it even harder for me to focus.

  I pulled the gown out from under him and brought it down to just below his bandage, and left it there because his cuffed hand prevented me from removing it entirely. When my gaze moved back up from the gown I had a hard time not staring at his beautifully sculpted chest and it took me a second to remember what I was doing. I took a washcloth from the pile on the table and wet it with the soapy water then held it out to him.

  “You can use this on your face, and I’ll put a towel down for you to dry off with.”

  “It would be easier to do this without the handcuffs,” he said as he took the washcloth and wiped his face down.

  “I can ask the cop to remove them, but I’m sure he’d insist on staying in the room.”

  “Yeah, don’t bother. I don’t want him in here watching me get a bath. I’ll suffer through it with the cuffs on,” he said with a smile as he rubbed the wet washcloth all over his face and neck, and I just stood there like an idiot watching him. When he was done he handed it back to me and dried off his face, then put his arm back behind his head, smiling and looking like he couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen next.

  I dipped the washcloth in the water again and pulled his arm down to his side, then ran the soapy water from his well-developed shoulder down his arm to his hand. I was amazed by his arms. They were long and kind of wiry, but they were also very muscular and strong. My face was starting to feel really warm again and I wished that the windows in this hospital opened more than two inches. I dried off Brody’s arm and then ran the warm washcloth along his armpit and down the side of his body.

  “Is the water warm enough?" I asked, hoping to break the uncomfortable silence.

  "Yeah, that feels really nice, Jess,” he said. I could feel him watching me as I worked but I was terrified of looking up into his eyes. I had given hundreds of sponge baths throughout my career and I didn’t understand why this one was so different. I didn’t understand why he was effecting me the way he was.

  He’s just some guy, Jess. Just a guy that’s handcuffed to the bed for crying out loud. But what if he’s innocent … I thought as I continued to get hotter under my scrubs.

  I barely knew this man that everyone was saying could be a dangerous criminal, and yet whenever I knew I was going to be near him my heart started racing. The minute I opened the door to his room my stomach would jump up into my throat the way it had when I was in high school whenever I saw a boy in the hallway that I had a crush on.

  I had been a long time since I had felt this way. I didn't understand how I could feel like this about someone I knew absolutely nothing about - other than what he had told me about the job at the resort and the story about his parents of course. But there was something about him, something about his stories and the way he talked and listened to me that made me want to trust him. I didn’t care what the cops suspected. I didn’t think Brody was mixed up with the mob.

  I washed one leg then moved to the opposite side the bed and took care of his other arm and leg. Then I rewet the washcloth and ran it down his chest. I watched the water glisten over the ripples of muscle on his chest and partway down his abdomen. When my eyes moved past the bandage to the gown gathered below I stopped. I dreaded having to pull the gown down any further. I knew where my movements were heading and I felt silly but suddenly I became incredibly shy.

  "Seems like you’ve had quite a bit of practice at this," Brody said. I jumped a little when I heard his voice and walked back to the other side of the bed to camouflage my reaction.

  “It’s not usually my job, but yes, I have given quite a few. Mostly when I was doing home health care and in my early months in the ICU,” I said hoping the conversation would continue. The silence and suspense over removing his gown were just about killing me.

  "Well, it feels nice. I think you're doing a really good job," Brody said with a smile, his white teeth showing even though he still looked very weak. I was being ridiculous and I knew I just needed to finish my job. I grabbed the gown and pulled the upper half back up over his chest, then quickly, like pulling off a bandage, I pulled the bottom of the gown up and exposed what appeared to be the most enormous cock I had ever seen in my life.

  I turned back to the basin of water and stood there for a moment while I tried to catch my breath. As hard as I tried I could not turn back around and face Brody.

  “Why don’t you use the railing on the other side of the bed and pull yourself over so I can wash your back.

  “If I didn't know any better, Jess, I'd say your face is turning a little red through that gorgeous caramel colored skin of yours. Are you sure this isn’t your first time?” he asked in an incredibly sexy tone that made me want to disappear under the bed and never come out.

  "Of course not, Mr. Car … er … Brody. I’d like to wash your back now if you think you’ll be able to hold yourself up on your side.” I was so embarrassed I just wanted to get out of his room but I still had a while to go before I was done with the bath.

  “Sure, maybe you could give me a hand …” he said as he started to pull himself over.

  “Yes, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to do it yourself. I don’t know what I was thinking,” I said as I pushed his hip over so that he was laying on his side. I was acting like a teenager and I was ashamed of myself.

  I finished washing Brody’s backside, then let him down easy so that he was laying on his back again, but now I was faced with the dreaded area again. And to my complete horror, when I placed the wet washcloth over his penis he started to get hard.

  “Sorry about that. You know what warm water and gentle hands can do to a guy,” he said with a soft laugh and when I looked up into his eyes they were almost completely black. He was staring at me so intently that I almost couldn’t look away, but I forced myself to. I made myself run the warm washcloth up and down the length of his hard cock and down around his balls without going into cardiac arrest. I didn’t say another word or look back up into his eyes while I dried him off and pulled his gown down. I covered him up with the blankets and dumped the basin in the bathroom, then grabbed the laundry bin and walked out the door.

  It took me almost five minutes to catch my breath once I ducked into the utility closet to dispose of the basin and the laundry bag. I stood there against the wall shaking and holding my chest, trying to figure out why that man had such a strong effect on me.

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  Amelia believes that everyone loves a good romance – even those that try to pretend that they don’t. Who doesn’t love the tug and the pull of the heart strings?

  As a big fan of the classics Amelia tries to imbue her writing with the adventure and the tragedy of falling in love. She firmly believes that sometimes the best love is the love t
hat has to be fought for.

  Also by Amelia Clarke (aka Lacey St. Claire)

  Following orders could secure his future … and destroy his happiness.

  A notorious man ...

  Francisco is next in line to take over as Mafia kingpin. His father wants him to settle down, but Francisco has never met a woman who made him want more than a one-night stand.

  Until the night of the masquerade party at Club Ecstasy -- when a masked woman entrances him with her warmth, kindness, and innate sensuality.

  A dedicated woman ...

  Sarah is a hard-working nurse by day and a caregiver for her aunt at night. When she goes out for a rare evening of fun, she gets a lot more than she bargained for.

  The irresistibly sexy man she meets at Club Ecstasy almost seduces her right there in the nightclub. She never learns his name, or sees his face … but she can’t stop thinking about him.

  A fateful encounter …

  The next time they meet, it’s because Sarah has become the unwitting target of a mob operation. For Francisco, family comes first. Can he find a way to satisfy his desire as well as his honor ... or will his loyalty cost him the only woman he’s ever wanted?

  Excerpt:

  “Shh…” she whispered, “my aunt will be sleeping.” The two snuck up the stairs to her room where Sarah quietly closed the door and then reached for the buttons of Francisco’s shirt.

  Sarah worked her fingers over the buttons as quickly as she could and then pulled his shirt open to expose his chest. She ran her fingers over his tight body. It sent a surge of adrenaline through her body as she felt his chiseled abs and taught pecs. She felt completely incensed as she ripped his shirt off of his shoulders and tossed it to the floor in a heap. Reaching down she gripped the waistband of his hips and pulled him against her. A hiss escaped his clenched teeth when her hand slid into his pants. Sliding her hand down…down, until…her fingertips teased down the length of his shaft. He was immediately hard.

  “Oh god…” he breathed as she worked her hand up and down his cock. “Why do you do this to me?”

  “Because I can,” she answered with a grin.

  “Yes you can,” he said as he pressed forward and pushed her back until she had to stop because her legs had hit the bed. She removed her hand and allowed him to push her backwards until she fell. He fell after her, their bodies intertwining in a mixture of legs, arms, and mouths.

  It seemed as if time had stopped completely as they removed each other’s clothing. Francisco spread Sarah legs and nestled himself between them. She was already panting as she felt his hardness pressing against her. Instead of pushing himself into her, he raised up onto his elbows and looked into her eyes. Sarah brushed a stray strand of hair from his eyes and said, “No one has ever looked at me the way that you do.”

  “…and no one else ever will,” he said as he brought his lips to her neck. Sarah shuddered as he breathed against her sensitive skin. Her entire body felt alive with energy as he ran his hands over her every curve.

  “Tell me why,” she begged.

  “Because…because I love you,” he said as he kissed his way down to her navel. He took his time working her entire body with his mouth and when Sarah felt like she couldn’t possibly take it anymore, he teased her a little bit longer. Finally, on the brink of exploding, he hoisted his body over hers and sank himself into her. “I love you,” he said again as he began to move within her. “I love you so much.”

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