by Amanda Boone
The driver let them out in front of a swanky building that was lined with people along the streets begging to get in. Kevin walked to the front of the line, and the man smiled at him as he opened the rope to let him and Mindy through. Mindy loved the power that came with having Kevin on her arm. As Kevin opened the door for her to enter, she caught a glimpse of several bikes in the side parking lot, one of which looked just like Vince’s.
A well-dressed blonde walked Mindy and Kevin to a table near the front of the bar with a view of the crowd. They sat in the comfortable cushioned booth, and Kevin ordered them each a mojito and Spanish wonton tacos for them to start. Mindy was distracted by the crowd, busy scanning the people for Vince, or anyone that looked like Vince.
“Are you looking for me, baby doll?” Vince’s voice startled Mindy.
“Huh? I, uh…Your bike… I saw it earlier, and then again in the parking lot,” Mindy stammered, fumbling for her words.
“Well, no need to break your pretty little neck looking for me. I’m right here” Vince smirked. He motioned towards Kevin, then extended his hand. “So, who’s your man?”
“Kevin. Kevin, this is Vince” Mindy made the formal introductions she had once hoped to avoid forever.
“You look real nice. Real nice, baby doll,” Vince said as he scanned Mindy’s breast line, then her face for her uncomfortable reaction.
“Thanks. Why are you here?” she asked, feeling it may have come off rude after she spoke.
“Buddy Charles just opened this place, came out to support him.” Vince smiled as he added that he needed to get back to his old lady before she put out an A.P.B. on him.
“How do you know him?” Kevin asked after Vince walked away.
Mindy could tell he was uncomfortable and a little confused.
“From home, he was a friend of my neighbor's,” Mindy responded.
She didn’t want to explain how she worked in a bar after school, especially since it wasn’t even for an entire night. She hoped that he wouldn't ask anything personal about her and Vince. Since he mentioned he had an old lady, she figured that Kevin would just find his inappropriate comments and behavior to be a lack of social class, not a hint that something went on between the two of them.
“He seems friendlier than just someone your neighbor knew.” Kevin smiled.
Mindy was watching Vince as he gripped the blonde’s tiny waist and pulled her close. His arms were bursting through his t-shirt as if he had been lifting weights while she'd been gone. He glanced over to the table and caught her looking at him, then smiled in his sly grin. Mindy quickly looked away, turning her attention back to Kevin, who was watching her while she watched Vince.
“Baby, is there something you’re not telling me?” he asked.
Kevin was not one to fool easily. He was highly intelligent and working with people every day made his very good at reading situations. She explained to him that yes, Vince was more than her neighbor's friend. She admitted to the bike rides and the shared beers, but was hesitant to admit the rest. Kevin’s eyes told her he already knew and just wanted to know she would be honest, so she was. She told him how they had had a one night stand that seemed like it was turning into something more, and about how she got the job and left him behind—and that she felt guilty.
“Do you love him?” Kevin asked.
“Oh no, we never got to the point of saying that to one another. It was just a couple weeks,” Mindy defended.
“That’s not what I asked.” Kevin’s look was serious suddenly. “Do you love him?” he asked.
“No, of course not,” Mindy said softly. “I love you,” she added before leaning in for a soft kiss.
Kevin excused himself to go to the men’s room, leaving Mindy in the booth. Vince quickly found his way up to Mindy. He placed his hands on the table and stared into Mindy’s eyes with intensity that made her heart flutter.
“Are you wearing panties?” he asked with his eyebrows raised.
“That is no longer your business, sir,” Mindy teased.
“Oh, it’s always my business” he said. “I came all this way just to find out.”
Mindy felt her face begin to blush, and everything around her silenced and slowly faded away. All she could see was Vince. All she could hear was Vince. Her head spun with excitement at the thought of him coming all that way for her.
“I thought you came for your buddy’s opening,” Mindy said sarcastically.
“Oh yeah, all this way for a beer… I think not, baby doll.” He smirked. “You’re the only thing worth this ride.”
“What about your old lady?” Mindy asked with a saddened tone.
“I’m looking at her” he said, “and I've come to bring her home.”
“Excuse me.” Kevin emerged from behind Vince. Mindy wasn't sure how long he had been standing there, or how much he heard. She felt herself turn pink again, and her stomach felt as though a thousand butterflies were just unleashed.
“I don’t mean to intrude, but me and this little lady have some unfinished business, and I rode a long way to finish it.” Vince spoke with confidence.
Kevin took Mindy’s hand and pulled her towards him and out of the booth. “Sweetheart, I paid the tab, so I’ll be in the car. I will give you some time, but I won’t wait forever,” he said softly.
He placed a soft kiss on her cheek and left through the front door. Mindy stood face-to-face with Vince, the man who made her knees weak and her thighs quiver just with his voice.
Vince pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. “Damn, girl, you smell delicious,” he whispered in her ear.
She felt his hand slide down the back of her dress and onto her ass cheek. “Good girl,” he said as he failed to find a panty line through her dresses silky material.
His breath was hot and soothing on her neck, and she felt herself drift away from reality as he flicked his tongue against her earlobe.
His lips pressed against her neck, parting so he could nibble at her sensitive skin. She felt her nipples harden under her dress and her juices begin to flow between her legs. She wanted him. But she didn’t need him.
She pulled away from his embrace and felt the tears roll down her face. “I’m sorry, I can’t,” she said, and then ran out the front door.
She stood in the parking lot, looking desperately for Kevin’s car. She felt her stomach sink as she realized she had probably lost him forever. She knew she should have gone out with him. It was stupid to stay. It was probably a test of her loyalty, and she failed.
Headlights flashed across the parking lot, and then the black car pulled up to the door. Vince yelled her name into the night air as she climbed into the car with Kevin. He took her hand in his and looked at her with love in his eyes.
“I’m so sorry!” Mindy sobbed in his arms.
“No need. You can only move forward when your past stops pulling you back,” he responded.
He held her close and kissed her on the top of the head.
“This is where I belong,” she whispered.
THE END
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Wanted by the Alpha Biker
A Biker Romance
Wanted by the Alpha Biker
“I’ve lost my mind. I’m completely nuts.” I stared at myself in my rearview mirror and pulled at my face until my eyelids stretched awkwardly.
My normally clean face was decorated with thick black eyeliner and bright red lipstick. My long blond hair was teased into a big helmet. I’d traded in my normal T-shirt and jeans for a pair of ripped jean shorts that barely covered my ass and a halter top that sparkled more than the Fourth of July. I was dressed up like a tart.
“God. What am I doing?”
A sharp knock on my window shocked me, and a small yelp left my mouth. I looked over
and watched as a huge man in all leather laughed before walking on. I wanted to roll my window down and chew him out for being a jerk, but I was undercover. I couldn’t snap at people like I usually would.
Finally out of my own little world, I looked around and shook my hands out, trying to get rid of the nerves that were plaguing me. I had to get out of the car. People were starting to notice me, and the point of my operation was to blend in. I glanced in the mirror once more and shook my head. I was an idiot.
I climbed out of my rental car and stretched to work out the stiffness in my bad knee. I was only twenty-six and I already felt like an old woman at times. One wrong dance move at the club on my twenty-first birthday and I was stuck in physical therapy for a year. Apparently dancing wasn’t my forte. I was hoping I was better at going undercover to write a great story.
I reached into my halter top and pulled my breasts up even higher. I had to look the part of motorcycle club groupie if I wanted the men to think I was one.
The bar in front of me was small but always packed with members of a local biker club. It was known around town for its rowdy fights. The building itself was an unassuming log cabin with a singular sign above the door that claimed it had cold brews. Loud music seemed to leak from the seams of the place as I walked closer. It was old rock and roll, and it was loud.
Right as I was reaching for the door, a couple spilled out, laughing and swaying to the music. I stepped to the side to avoid being smashed. The man was short and stout, with a beard that hung down to his belly. His eyes had more wrinkles around them than a Shar Pei. The woman had to be close to my age with an almost identical top. We must’ve caught the same sale.
“You’re going to love the clubhouse. It’s real nice.” He was leering at her, his eyes never traveling farther north than her chest.
She giggled and tossed her hair over her shoulder, exposing more of her larger-than-life breasts. “I can’t wait. Will there be a lot of other guys there, too?”
Oh, ick, I thought with a sour look on my face. I turned away from them and was about to rush into the bar when a large group poured out. The group of members and women marched past me, all headed toward the parking lot.
“You girls can ride in Hooker’s van. We’ll see ya’ll at the clubhouse.”
I saw an opportunity and jumped on it. If I could avoid going into the bar where I’d heard many gang bangs happened, I would die a happy woman. I stepped into the group of women that all looked like me and smiled at the woman next to me.
“I can’t believe we get to go party with the Unified Riders. My girlfriend, Sarah, went to a party with them once and she couldn’t walk for a week. Apparently all the men have, like, huge—”
“Egos? Yeah, I heard that, too.” I cut her off and stared straight ahead. Jesus. I should’ve befriended a less talkative woman.
We all climbed into the back of an old van, and the doors slammed closed behind us. I looked around at the group of us and frowned. It was like a glittered prison van carting us off to a biker cave. All the other women sat around, quietly adjusting their bras and reapplying their lipstick. My assumption that they were all friends was thrown out immediately when the sizing-up started. They all watched each other with one eye while the other eye made sure their hair was still big.
The silence was stifling, and I couldn’t figure out why. The girl sitting next to me was even suddenly mute.
“What’s everyone’s deal?”
She moved her eyes over to me and paused in reapplying her cherry-red lip gloss. “A lot of these girls go every weekend. Everyone wants to be an old lady, but there’s only so many members.”
I made a face. “I didn’t realize how stiff the competition was.”
She glanced up at my hair and shrugged. “In some cases, it’s not. That’s the only reason I’m talking to you. First of all, chances are a guy who likes you wouldn’t have wanted me anyway. You’re all tall and blond. I’m short and red-headed. Plus, you can’t tease your hair for shit. And your makeup looks like a four year old did it.”
So much for making a friend. I leaned back against the metal wall of the van and pursed my lips at her. I ran my eyes over her hair and makeup and shrugged. I didn’t see how it was so much better than mine.
“No offense.”
I reached up and touched my hair. “I’m not offended. I meant to make it look like this. It’s a new thing.”
She pinched her face in and nodded like she was agreeing with a mental patient. “Sure it is.”
The rest of the ride was made in silence. I’d learned my lesson about that. Don’t talk on the van ride and your feelings won’t be squished under some groupie’s size-eight platform heel. I was tempted to pull out my compact mirror and try to fix my hair and makeup, but I knew deep down that I wasn’t great at either. It wasn’t going to get any better.
The ride took too long for anyone’s comfort it seemed, because as soon as we stopped moving they all cheered and stood up in the confined space. I joined the ranks and nearly laughed at the way we were all stooped over like broken Barbie dolls.
The doors opened and we shot out of there. The other girls seemed desperate to get inside the clubhouse to meet their men. I stood at the back of the group and looked around. We were in the middle of the woods, and in front of us was another large building that resembled a log cabin.
More loud rock music filled the night air, and the smell of beer seemed to be thick there. I took in as much as I could and made notes on how to describe the place in my story. The words charming and romantic didn’t come to mind.
I’d done research and seen pictures of other clubhouses. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t been expecting. If anything it was a little less rough-looking than other places I’d seen. I was feeling a little more comfortable until we were ushered inside. I hadn’t seen pictures of the insides of those clubhouses.
My eyes seemed to try to go everywhere at once. The cement floor was sticky under my feet, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what it was sticky with. The walls were covered in wanted posters, like it was a big joke that their members were famous for all the wrong reasons. There was a small bar across the room being manned by a topless woman who had a tattoo of a motorcycle across her stomach. In between the bar and where I was standing, just inside the big metal door, was a series of similar looking men, all wearing leather vests.
There were different lengths of beards, but I didn’t see a bare face in the bunch. Gone were the clean-cut men I knew and dated. Couches and chairs filled the large room and were occupied by different members and their girls of the hour.
I felt a sense of panic when the group I’d come in with dispersed quickly. A big chunk of them moved together in one direction like a large pack of lions. I almost felt sorry for the member they were closing in on.
Suddenly I was alone with my back practically pressing against the front door. If I didn’t move soon I was going to stand out. I sucked in a large breath and coughed when smoke filled my lungs. I wasn’t cut out for the clubhouse. It was more than clear to me, but if I wanted to stop writing fluff pieces and get away from my awful nickname, I’d have to stay and write the stupid article.
I was going to expose the biker club for what it was, a breeding ground for disrespect of women. After my hard-hitting article, no one would ever call me Fluffy again.
I set my jaw and put my foot forward to march into the place when a large hand closed around my upper arm. I snapped my head up and then farther up to take in the man standing in front of me.
He was huge, towering over my tall frame with ease. A glance behind him told me that he was the man all the women had been prowling toward. I didn’t blame them after seeing him.
His eyes were pale blue with thick eyelashes surrounding them. A thick, black beard covered his lower face, only broken up by his plump, pink lips. They stood out on his otherwise tough face. He had long black hair that was pulled back in a messy bun and dark eyebrows that were raised in a silent questio
n.
I took a deep breath, and instead of smoke I got the scent of leather. I met his gaze and swallowed. His entire presence screamed alpha male, and I wasn’t prepared to deal with it. I tried to slip out of his grip, but he wasn’t having it.
“What’s your name?”
“Fluffy.” As soon as I said it I felt my cheeks turn red. “I mean Lizzy. My name is Lizzy. Now, if you’ll just let me go…”
His eyes brightened. “Fluffy?”
I bit my lip and shook my head. “I said Lizzy.”
He slid his big hand down to my wrist and tugged me into his chest. “Come with me. I’ve got something to discuss with you.”
I pulled myself away from him and pushed my hair out of my face. “Jeez. All you had to do was ask.”
He kept his grip on my arm and pulled me after him into a room off the main area. There was a long table surrounded by chairs in the middle of the smaller room. The image on the back of his leather vest hung over the back wall of the room.
“Is this church?” I’d read about how they called their meeting room church. As far as I knew, women weren’t allowed in church.
“See, that’s what’s strange about you. You know about church and you knew enough to end up in my club, but you look about as fresh as a baby in spring. Am I really supposed to believe you’re one of the normal groupies that Mack brings back from the bar?”
His club? “Your club?”
He held out his hand. “Name’s Stone. I’m the president of this club. Another anomaly. All those girls out there know who’s who. They know who they want to fuck tonight before they even doll themselves up the way the boys like them. You don’t have a clue who anyone is. You were just standing by the door like a scared little kitty cat.”
I frowned. “I’m not a scared little kitty cat. And so what if I don’t know you? It’s my first time at this club. I’m usually down in New Orleans.”
Stone laughed. “Honey, I can assure you that you are not from New Orleans. I know the president down there. He wouldn’t let a little doll like you slip away.”