Bad Boy's Baby: Wicked Angels MC (3 page)

“You’re big,” I managed to croak. Tristan grinned with a hint of self-consciousness. He crawled down my body until he was staring right at my exposed crotch. I blushed a bright hot red.

“I promise you’ll be ready before I slip inside,” Tristan said softly. Before I could think about what he was doing, he leaned forward and gently licked at my wet, swollen labia. It felt so good that I shrieked and arched my back high into the air. Tristan grabbed my ass and pulled me close, burying his face between my legs. He licked and sucked at my clit until I was moaning loudly and grinding my hips against his face. His mouth felt so good. My lower belly was starting to clench every few seconds and a weird, warm feeling was coming over my limbs. I tangled my hands in Tristan’s brown hair and moaned his name softly.

Tristan got to his hands and knees. When his warm mouth left my crotch, I cried out, but soon, a new feeling came over me. Tristan nudged at my labia with the tip of his hard cock and I spread my legs instinctively. He reached down and laced his fingers with mine, looking deeply into my life.

“I love you, Jenny,” Tristan said softly. With his free hand, he steadied himself against my hip and pushed. At first, the pain was blinding and white-hot. I cried out and tried to push him away but Tristan was stronger and in a few seconds, I felt him slide inside. The pain began to melt into something warm, something that engulfed my whole body. I looked into Tristan’s eyes and a feeling of love that I’d never experienced before washed over me. I was completely hypnotized, I was his. I forgot about the cold, wet ground under our bodies, I forgot about perverts who could be lurking in the woods. All of that went out the window, and suddenly the only other person in my universe was Tristan.

“Are you okay? Does that hurt?” Tristan’s voice was soft and concerned. I nodded, too afraid to speak. Gently, he laid his body down against mine. Warmth and electricity jumped from his skin to my body and I shivered. Tristan kept his warm blue eyes locked on mine and he started to slowly pump his hips back and forth. At first, it hurt and I cried out as pain radiated through my body. But soon enough, the warm feeling returned. Before I knew what I was doing, I was spreading my legs and wrapping them around Tristan’s muscular frame. Perspiration was beading on my forehead and as he pressed his face against mine, I felt love flowing between our bodies like an aura that covered and protected us. There was a warm, tingly feeling growing in my lower belly and when I started to thrust my body along with Tristan’s, the pleasure increased. My muscles were sore almost instantly, but I couldn’t help it, it felt too amazing. As we moved together in a sensual rhythm, Tristan gasped softly and bucked against me, harder than before. The pleasure coiled tightly in my belly like a spring and I was gasping and crying out and beating my fists against Tristan’s shoulders as the feeling exploded in me. It felt like my body was pulsing deliciously all over, and I couldn’t control it. By the time the feeling passed, I was crying and shaking underneath his body. Tristan continued thrusting in and out and the pleasurable sensations were still pulsing through my body. As he came, he cried out and slammed against mine.

When it was over, Tristan collapsed on top of me. His body was sweaty and warm and I could feel his heart pounding through his chest.

“We did it,” I said nervously into Tristan’s ear.

He propped himself up on his elbows and covered my face with kisses. “You’re amazing, Jenny,” he said softly. “I love you so much.”

We cuddled there on the blanket until I started to get cold. Finally, Tristan let out a deep sigh.

“I wish I didn’t have to take you home, baby,” he said softly, stroking a rough finger down my face. “I wish we could stay here.”

“Me too,” I said softly. I felt like I wanted to cry. I hated the idea of being alone that night more than anything. I just wanted to be with Tristan. As I pouted, I felt anger coming over me. Why
shouldn’t
I spend the night with my boyfriend if I wanted to? I was eighteen, after all. That made me an adult. I knew Mum and Daddy would be pissed, but they couldn’t stop me. I was finally making my own decisions, and I decided that I wanted to stay with Tristan.

“Hey, I don’t have to go home. I’m eighteen, right? That makes me an adult.”

Tristan sighed. “Jenny, I know your parents hate me. Do you really want to give them another reason to stay mad? I was hoping I could smooth things over with them before you went away to college. I don’t want to hide our relationship any longer. We’re adults, we don’t have to do this.”

Panic rose in my body. It was breaking my heart that Tristan wanted to make amends with my parents. It made me realize how sweet and caring he really was. But no matter how well he meant, I knew it wouldn’t work. There was no way Mum and Daddy would warm up to Tristan, no matter how hard he worked. They were always going to hate him because he was a poor boy from the wrong side of the tracks.

“That’s right,” I said firmly. The night air was cool and damp against my exposed, sweaty skin and I sat up, wrapping the blanket around me. Tristan got to his feet and started to dress as I searched for my discarded panties and clothes.

“What’s that?” Tristan gave me a look. “What do you mean?”

“You said you didn’t want to hide anymore,” I replied as I pulled my panties on. “So we don’t. We’re adults. We can be together. And I want to start by spending tonight in your arms.”

Tristan looked hesitant. “Baby, I’d love that, but what happens if your parents call the cops?”

I blinked and my mouth went dry. I hadn’t thought of that. “They can’t,” I said firmly. “I’m eighteen. I’m a legal adult.” I was bluffing, I had no idea whether or not the cops would respond. After all, Daddy and Mum had thrown a gala for the police force a few years ago. My dad still had a lot of sway in Centreville, and I knew that the cops were in his pocket. They probably wouldn’t listen to the law when faced with my angry daddy.

“Fine,” Tristan said. “We’ll go to a motel.”

We dressed in silence and climbed back in his T-bird. But the atmosphere between us had changed, something was different. When I asked Tristan what was wrong, he said nothing and stared moodily out the window. When he pulled into the parking lot of a seedy motel outside of town, I felt my stomach turn over. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be at all. We were supposed to be someplace nice, someplace clean.

“Do we have to stay
here
?” I asked.

Tristan turned to me and let out a deep sigh. “Where did you have in mind?”

As he stared at me, I felt all of the resolve that I’d built up in the woods leave.

“Nothing,” I said softly. “It’s fine. Can you just take me home?”

When Tristan dropped me off, we parted on awkward terms. He told me that he’d come by the house tomorrow. He wanted to visit with Mum and Daddy and try to make amends with them. I didn’t have it in my heart to tell him that no matter what he did, they’d always think he was trash.

When the library had emptied out, I let out a deep sigh as I went behind the counter and clocked out for the day. It was later than I’d expected. Phin was probably waiting with a babysitter after school and I wanted to get to him as soon as possible. I’d been working late the whole week and I knew he’d been cross with me over it. I missed spending time with my son, but during the week I was so busy. At least he was finally in school and making friends of his own.

When Phin had been a little boy, he’d been attached to me at the hip. He’d followed me everywhere, never letting me out of his sight. I’d always worried that he wasn’t developing the way a boy should, but the teachers assured me it was normal, especially for an only child. I had to hold my chin up high as I knew not everyone approved of a single mom, especially not a single
working
mom. But that’s what I was, and so be it.

As I locked up the library and walked out into the parking lot, I heard the roaring of motorcycles. There were two big guys in leather jackets perched on bikes. They kept their eyes trained closely on me as I walked out to my car. Even though I was tall, I was slender. It wouldn’t be difficult to overpower me at all, and I was sure they knew that. I felt a shiver of fear run through me as I fumbled in my bag for the keys.
I should have stayed inside until they disappeared
, I thought with irritation.
Pay more attention to your surroundings, Jenny
.

“Hey, sweetie, you need a ride?” one of them called out in a rough voice, and the other jeered.

“I’m fine,” I said in a shaky voice.
Damn it, stay calm
. The bikers both laughed at my shaky tone. “Can I help you?”

“We were just waiting to see when you were gonna leave,” the first biker said. He climbed off his bike and started walking towards me.

I tried to run but my feet felt like they were rooted to the spot. Even though it was still evening, the parking lot was deserted. No one had been at the library for hours, it was just me.
And no one is around to hear me scream
, I thought in terror. The library was on the outskirts of town and it was a good ten-minute drive from the closest shopping center. I thought of trying to reach for my phone but I was terrified that one of the bikers would be able to grab me when I took that chance.

“Stay away,” I said, trying to sound firm. “Leave me alone.”

The biker reached me with alarming speed. He grabbed me by the elbow and held me fast. “Hey, Steve, we got us a fighter!” he crowed loudly. I shrieked and tried to twist away but the guy’s grip was too firm. His buddy gave us a lazy smile before climbing off his bike and walking towards us, his grin growing on his face with every passing second.

Steve stepped closer and grabbed my other elbow before I could dodge his grip. As I swerved and tried to twist out of the way, the first biker slapped my face. It wasn’t too hard, but it was hard enough to sting and I cried out as tears welled up in my eyes.

“Randy, this one’s real feisty,” Steve said. He nodded and looked me up and down. “We’re gonna have some real fun with her later!”

“No, you’re not!” I hissed, contorting and wiggling my body, trying desperately to get away from the creeps. Steve ran a hand down my chest and tweaked one of my nipples through my sweater. I screamed in pain and tried to twist away but he just grabbed me harder. The two bikers screamed with laughter and held me fast. One of them grabbed my purse off my shoulder and tossed it across the parking lot, scattering its contents on the asphalt. Tears streamed down my face as Randy and Steve kept me close to their foul bodies, pinching and caressing me.

“Let me go!” I shrieked. Randy held his hand to slap me again and when I cowered and flinched, he laughed.

“If you resist, I’m just gonna have to hit you harder,” he said with a nasty smirk contorting his face. “What you think about that, Steve?”

“I think the bitch deserves it,” Steve said. He slapped my ass and I cried out and jumped in the air. It was painful, more painful than it should have been, and I wanted to throw up.

Just as the two guys started dragging me over to their bikes, another roaring sound came into focus.
Shit, no, not another one.
The idea of being raped by two bikers was horrible enough; I couldn’t have dealt with the idea of
three
.

But when the bike came into focus, I saw he was wearing a different jacket than Steve and Randy. He was tall and gorgeous with wavy brown hair under his helmet and tan skin on his face.

“Hey,” the new guy barked sharply. “Leave her alone! Get the fuck away from her!”

To my surprise, Steve and Randy dropped their grip on me. I went flying forward and landed on my knees, skinning them on the asphalt. It hurt, but adrenaline was flooding my body and I couldn’t shake the sense of immense relief that I felt welling up in my chest. Scrambling to my feet, I ran over to where the bikers had thrown my bag and started looking for my keys. My hands were shaking and as I heard a sharp slapping sound, I turned around.

“Stay the fuck away from her,” the guy growled to Steve. Without waiting a second, he swung his arm back and landed a solid punch on Steve’s jaw. Steve staggered backwards and fell on his ass, whimpering loudly. The guy walked over to Randy, who was cowering by their bikes. I thought Randy was going to push him away but the guy moved faster and swung and hit him so hard that I saw Randy’s feet leave the ground.

“Who…who are you?” Randy stammered. 

“It doesn’t fucking matter,” he said shortly. He kicked out and landed his boot on Randy’s chest. With Randy pinned to the ground, the guy stepped up and glared down. Finally, he turned his gaze to me, as if noticing me for the first time. “Are you okay?”

I am now
, I thought solemnly. But to him, I answered, “I’m fine, thank you.”

Randy still lay moaning on the ground but I saw Steve reaching into the back waistband of his pants. Before I could react and warn the stranger, he grabbed me and pulled me on the back of his bike.

“Hold on,” he said under his breath as he pulled away, leaving Randy and Steve in the dust. “I like to go fast.”