Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology (5 page)

I shouldn’t have kissed her again.

But, fuck, I couldn’t stop myself. 

Still, I shouldn’t have done it.  I feel like I’ve disrespected
Jenn by kissing her while I’m still married.  She deserves more than that and I feel like a piece of shit for putting her in a position where she might regret what’s happening between us.

I can’t seem to stop myself around her though.

I don’t want to.

It’s time to man up. 

***

Monday morning feels like it takes forever to arrive.  After the ball on Saturday night, I spent Sunday at the club, going through details of a charity run with the boys.  It will be our first for the year, and it’s also the biggest. Mayhem Motorcycle Club has seven other chapters, with Alabama being the mother chapter.  Riders from each of those seven chapters will be joining us on the ride, so there are a lot of details to finalize.  Thankfully, the ride isn’t scheduled for another six months, so we’ve got plenty of time. 

“Prez, what’s up?”  Roam asks, taking a seat across from me.  “Boys said you wanted to see me.”

“Yeah.”  I sigh, running my fingers through my short beard, trying to come up with the words I need to explain shit to my best friend; my VP.

“Shit’s not good at home,” I start.

“Understatement of the year,” he mutters.

“Amber’s become a full blown alcoholic.  Don’t remember when it happened, guess it just did over time.”

“No disrespect, man, but Amber’s been a
pisshead since before you guys got married.”

“I know, but now, it’s bad.  She’s drunk all the time.  I can’t even remember the last time I saw her sober.”

“Fuck, brother.”

“Yeah.”  I take a deep breath and continue.  “Booking her into a facility.”

“Good,” he states immediately and my eyes go from the desk to his face in surprise.  Though, I shouldn’t expect anything less from my brothers.  It’s no secret they’d have my back no matter what, still it’s nice to have that unwavering support from someone when you need it.

“That’s good,
Prez,” he repeats, ensuring I know he means every single word.

“Met someone else,” I admit.  May as well lay it all out there.

“Jenn?”  He guesses correctly, fighting back a smug grin.

“How’d you know?”

He doesn’t answer.  He just stands and holds out his hand for me to shake.  I stand too, and take his hand.  He pulls my torso across the desk to give me a one-armed hug and a slap on the back.

“Happy for you,
Prez,” he says into my ear.  He releases me and grins.  “Look after that hot piece of ass, yeah?  You don’t, I might have to.”

“You ever mention
Jenn’s ass again and I will shoot you in your dick,” I threaten, my words a growl.

The cocky bastard throws me a wink and laughs his ass off as he walks out the door.

Shit-stirring bastard!

I sit back down and my ring catches my eyes.  I don’t even know why I wear it. It’s thin, barely noticeable and, to be honest, I haven’t thought about it since the day Amber slid it onto my finger.

Sticking my finger into my mouth to lubricate it, I slide the ring off and flex my hand.  A weight I didn’t even realize I’d been carrying lifts from my shoulders as I shove it deep into my pocket.

***

Taking my cell from my pocket, I flip it open and dial a number I should have dialed years ago.  Then, I head home to break the news to my wife.

Pulling up outside my house, I take a deep breath before letting it out.  This conversation is long overdue, but I don’t doubt Amber will throw a tantrum.

I find her on the couch, passed out with an empty bottle of vodka lying on the floor beside her.

I stride over, my blood heating in anger.  Nudging her shoulder, I shout, “Amber!  Amber, get the fuck up.”  Drunk or not, she’s about to hear what I have to say.  I’m not putting it off another minute.

She rolls her head from side to side and cracks her eyes open.  “What?” She slurs, still clearly drunk off her ass.

“Get up, get a shower.  We need to talk.”  I walk away without waiting for her reply.  I need to calm the fuck down so I can hold this conversation civilly.

Half an hour later, I’ve polished off one bottle of beer and cracked the top of another when Amber sits across from me at our dining table.  She’s fresh from the shower so the overwhelming stench of puke and alcohol has dissipated for now.

“What do you want, Switch?”  She sighs, tiredly, the slur in her voice indicating she’s still off her face.

“Gotta talk about something.  I know you’re gonna be pissed, but, honest to God, Amber, I’m done caring.  I’ve booked you into a treatment facility.  You’re going.  No arguments,” I press when she tries to interrupt me.

“I don’t have a problem,” she scowls.  “The only issue I’ve got is I married a man who isn’t supportive.”

“That’s a load of fucking shit and you know it,” I seethe.

“Yeah, well, I should have known better.  Thought you would have changed.  Thought you would have fallen in love with me,” she rambles, hardly making any sense.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You,” she stands suddenly, pointing her long, skinny finger in my face.  “You’re my only problem.  I gave you everything, you stupid fucking asshole and all I wanted in return was for you to love me,” she screaming now, her face beet-red.  “Look what I had to go through just to get you to fucking marry me,” she screeches.

“And what the fuck was that, Amber?  What was it?” I demand, my voice booming.

“You couldn’t fucking marry me just because you loved me.  You married me because I was pregnant.  Well, thank fucking Christ I got rid of that piece of shit.  You can’t even love me.  How were you
gonna love a baby?”

She slumps back down in her chair, her head lolling back, and my mind reels.  I round the table, my blood boiling in my veins, my hands shaking with rage.

“What the fuck did you say?” I grind out, my tone deathly quiet.

She opens her eyes and brings her head level.  Her eyes widen when she focuses on my murderous glare.

“What?” She whispers.

“What the fuck did you say,” I roar, slamming my fist down on the table, causing it to jolt.  My beer spills, clunking to the floor, but I don’t give a shit.

“I had an abortion,” she admits, still whispering.  “Switch, you don’t understand,” she begins screaming hysterically.  Fat tears roll down her face, but I know it’s all an act.  Her eyes aren’t sad.  Her emotion is fake.  The bitch is trying to play me.

Fuck!  She has been all along.

My fingers itch to reach out and wrap around her throat and for the first time in my life, I want to physically harm a woman.

I grab her under the arm, lifting her effortlessly from her seat.  My fingers are probably gripping her too hard, but I can’t bring myself to care.  I pull her roughly through the house and outside to my truck.

After shoving her in, I blast the music and take off towards the treatment facility.  I need her out of my sight before I kill the bitch.

***

“Can I help you, sir?”  The receptionist asks.

“Yeah, I spoke to someone here earlier.  Amber Cruz,” I sneer when I say her full name, suddenly hating the fact that she carries my last name.

She taps on her computer and finds the details I gave them earlier.

“Switch, please.  I love you.  Don’t do this.  It was a mistake. I promise. I’ll do anything,” she falls to her knees, clutching my leg as she begs.

“I’ll send the divorce papers here.  Have a nice life, Amber.”  I untangle myself and walk out without a backwards glance.

I should go to the clubhouse.  I should go and drown my sorrows with my brothers and then I should lose myself in the pussy of a club whore, who I can fuck all of my rage out in. 

But, I don’t do any of those things.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to work today, so I spent the morning cleaning my house and the afternoon laying in the sun reading.  It was the perfect Monday, if there is such a thing. 

I know tomorrow will be a full-on day at work, seeing as I’ll be going over all the ‘after’ details of the ball, like making sure all auction purchases were paid for and ensuring the successful bidders claimed their prizes, and in the cases where they wanted their item sent, making sure they get to the new owner.  I will also need to send out a raft of thank-you letters and do the final tally so Joe’s Bar can present a check to the McMahon family.  Knowing I have so much to do, it was hard for me to relax, but I managed it,
barely
.

I hear a faint tapping on my front door just as I’ve dressed in my pajamas after an early shower. 

Confusion hits me.  Slowly, I pad toward the door, unsure whether I actually heard someone knocking or not.  I jump when the person knocks harder.

Opening the door, I gasp when I see Switch standing there.  He looks devastated.  My heart immediately aches for him and I pull him into my arms.  He goes willingly, his arms wrapping around my waist and crushing me to him.  I can’t
breath too well, but I don’t complain, I just hold him until he releases me slightly and walks us back to my couch.

He arranges me in his lap, his finger drawing circles on my thigh.

I don’t speak yet.  I just give him time.  He’ll open up when he wants to.

“Amber’s at rehab,” he states simply, his voice emotionless. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I say sincerely, as I rub his arm.  It’s not something I’ve ever had to do, so I can only imagine the conflicting range of emotions he’s feeling right now.

“She fucking killed it,” he growls suddenly.

“Killed what?”

“My baby,” he whispers, his shoulders slumping.

Oh my god!

My chest constricts.

“Switch,” I whisper, cupping his jaw with my palm.  “I’m so sorry.”  Tears burn the back of my eyes.

“What sort of woman does that, Jenna?  Jesus Christ, what kind of monster did I fucking marry?”

Oh my god.

“I don’t know what to say,” I admit helplessly.  “I have no idea why she would do such a thing, Switch, I really don’t.  But, I’m so sorry for your loss.”

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold him tight.  He buries his head into the crook of my neck, his heavy breathing skating across my skin, warming it.

“Are you okay?”  I ask when he pulls back.

“I will be.  I just can’t wrap my head around it.  She fell pregnant so I’d marry her and when she got what she wanted, she killed our baby.  I don’t get it.”  He shakes his head sadly.

I don’t know what to say, other than
I’m sorry
, again, so I don’t say anything.  I just run my fingers continuously up the back of his neck and into his hair before coming back down again and repeating the process.  Hopefully it’s soothing him.

After a while, his eyes meet mine.  A charge ignites between us and the room fills with thick sexual tension.  His hand that is resting on my lower
back, snakes up my spine until he grips my neck.  Then, he guides my mouth to meet his.

My heart kicks up a notch and I bring my hands around to cup his stubbly jaw.  His tongue sneaks out to trace along my lips and I immediately open up to him.  The kiss is slow and deep, but no less passionate than it is full of lust.  This kiss is about healing him, not about seducing each other.

“Thank you,” he murmurs against my lips.

“What for?” I smile.

“For being you.  I know this probably isn’t the right time to talk about this, but I want to be with you, Jenn.  I think you know that already.  I know I’m probably not the kind of man you saw yourself being with, but I promise you, that if you give me a chance, I’ll prove to you I can be that man.”

I look deep into his beautiful blue eyes, shadowed with sadness and littered with deception inflicted by a woman who betrayed him in the worst possible way.  As much as I would like to say that I need to sit down and weigh up the pros and the cons, I know that I don’t have to.  I want this man, despite everything else that is going on, I want him. 
Body and soul.  All of him.

“Okay,” I whisper and then smile, my eyes shining with tears.

His lips meet mine again and our kiss takes a turn.  The room heats along with my blood and the dull throb between my legs that I’ve become accustomed to when I’m in his presence turns into an incessant ache.

“Let me make love to you,” he whispers against my lips.

I still. 

“Jenna?”  He pulls back immediately, concern marring his blue depths.

“O-okay.”  My need for him overtakes my nervousness. 

“Are you sure?  We don’t have to if you don’t want to.  I can wait, baby,” he assures me.

“I want to,” I smile. “I just . . . I’ve never done this before, Switch,” I admit quietly.

“Never done what, baby?”  He asks in between peppering kisses down my neck.

Damn, that feels good.

My body shivers.

“Uh, um.  Sex.”  My words are barely a whisper.  I only know he’s heard them because he stops kissing me and pulls back to search my face.

When he sees I’m telling the truth, he leans in and kisses me again.  “Fuck, I don’t deserve you.”  He grabs my face and guides my mouth to his before standing, bringing me up in his arms and carrying me into my room.  He lays me down on my bed and then covers my body with his own, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the most delicious way.

My nostrils fill with the scent of leather and fresh air, the scent that is all him, and I revel in it.  My fingers go to his vest as I tug it down his arms.

Sitting up on his knees, he rips his shirt over his head and unclasps his belt, before popping the button on his jeans.  My eyes immediately rack over his naked chest.  I eye his tattoos and my mouth waters.  Thick contours of muscle define his stomach and a deep V shape disappears below his pants, leading to the giant bulge that is his crotch.

My stomach tightens and my clit pulses.  My nipples tingle and I lick my lips, eager to have him.

Leaning down, he slowly removes my pajamas until I’m naked beneath him.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs before capturing one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking.  I arch of the bed, the pleasure shooting throughout my body in a sensation I’ve never felt before.  My entire body feels like it’s on fire and I can’t help but want to add fuel to the flames.

He pays attention to each breast before shifting down my stomach, trailing kisses and dipping his tongue into my belly button.  I want to giggle, because it tickles, but I don’t because it
feels so good
!  I moan instead.  His head dips further down, kissing along the inside of my thighs until I’m squirming, desperate for him to kiss me between my legs. 

“Please,” I beg, unashamedly.

“What do you want, baby?” He cajoles.

“Please, kiss the ache away, please.  God,” I ramble.

“Oh, Jenna,” he growls.  “With pleasure.”  Then, his mouth is on me.  Teasing, licking, sucking and nibbling in the most delicious way.  His beard scratches against my tender skin, adding to my pleasure.  And, just when I think it can’t get any better, he gently slides a finger inside of me.

“Oh god,” I cry out.  He sucks my clit into his mouth and pumps his digit into me and I fall off the edge of the cliff, screaming incoherently.  A hot flush invades my body as I tremble and squirm, moaning his name as my body shudders deliriously.

“I didn’t think you could get any more beautiful,” he states as I come back down from my high.  “I was wrong.”

My heart melts.

“Switch,” I sigh, my chin trembling as I fight back tears from the sweetness of his words.

He hovers above me, and then leans in to take my mouth in a searing kiss.  My hands go down to his hips, pushing his jeans off his body, frantically.  He helps me out, standing, ripping them off and tossing them across the room before laying his naked body back down on mine.

“God, I want you so bad,” I moan as his lips capture my nipple again, sending tingles throughout my body and re-igniting the flame that had just subsided.

Coming up on his knees, he gently guides his thick length to my swollen, throbbing center.

“Don’t hurt me,” I whisper as he slowly pushes inside me.

“Fuck,” he clips as I gasp.  My body tenses at his invasion. 

“Keep going.  Just do it.  Hurry.”

With a loud groan he pushes inside me until he’s fully seated.

Oh god.  I feel full.  So fucking full.

“Ready?”  He asks when my body has become accustomed to his.

“Yes,” I nod, my hips lifting gently off the bed.

He pulls out, almost all the way, before sliding back in quickly.

My body burns as electric currents shoot from every single nerve ending in my system.  My loud moans of pleasure, his deep grunts and the sounds of skin slapping skin echo off the walls.  The room is filled with the scent of sweat and arousal and it’s intoxicating.

My arms wrap around his neck and I try to pull him impossibly closer to me.  I can’t get enough.  His shaft grinds along my clit and I begin to whimper.  He takes my mouth as one hand reaches up to twist my nipple.

My entire body tenses tight.  My legs wraps around his hips, my arms tighten around his neck and my mouth rips from his.  I sink my teeth into his shoulder and scream as I let go, my pussy convulsing, sending pulsing waves over his cock.

“Fuck, Jenna,” he rasps as he stills inside of me.

And, then I feel it.

His cock begins to throb inside me.  Warmth fills me as he releases with a drawn out groan, his face buried in the crook of my neck, the sound vibrating against my skin.

“Wow,” I pant.

His body shakes as he laughs.  “Yeah, baby.  Wow, is right.”

He rises off the bed, leaving the room only to return moments later with a washcloth.  Gently, he cleans between my legs as I lay, sprawled out and sated.

Climbing in beside me, he pulls me close and holds me.  My fingers absently trace up and down his arms, feeling the contours of his muscles.  When I reach his fingers, I pause. 

His wedding band is gone.

My heart jolts and then swells.

“Don’t even know why I wore it.  But, it’s gone now.  I reckon it’s a time for new beginnings.”  He gives me a squeeze, letting me know
I’m
his new beginning.

I turn in his arms and move my body on top of his.

“I think that calls for a celebration.”  I whisper the words against his mouth as my body lowers and I sink down on him.