My Bad Boy Biker

My Bad Boy Biker

Sam
Crescent

Chapter
One

Mandy
Straus slung back another shot of vodka and slid the glass to the bartender.
“Fill her up,” she said and tapped her hands on the bar. Tonight was special.
In the last five years since leaving high school, she’d been working for a
lecherous snake of a man who’d done nothing but hit on her and make her
uncomfortable. After all this time, she’d stood up to him in front of his wife
and told him to keep his wandering hands to himself and to stick his job up his
ass.

“You’re
looking a little out of sorts,” Bill, the barman, said.

“Not
at all. I’m out of a job, but I don’t have to deal with sexual harassment
anymore.” She raised her glass and gave him a salute. Mandy intended to get
pissed, maybe do something completely out of character like screw the first man
she saw. At least a man she could stomach first thing in the morning.

“I’ll
get you another one. On the house this time,” Bill said to her. Mandy gave him
a dazzling smile and flipped her long hair over her shoulder. The straight
brown locks were a nightmare to keep tidy but she loved having long hair. When
she sat on her bed brushing out the strands, the motion gave her a sense of
peace not many people could find.

Bill
came back with her drink.

“Thanks.”
She took sips rather than knocking it back. Mandy glanced at the reflection in
the mirror and wondered what the hell she was going to do. Yes, she’d quit her
job and felt liberated for her trouble. What was she going to do about work?

A
commotion behind her made her turn around. Bill cursed. There wasn’t anything
of interest that she could see, and she went back to her drink.

“Tonight’s
going to be a fucking nightmare,” Bill muttered.

Sighing
in frustration, she turned back to the scene. A large man stood just inside the
doorway with his arms folded. Tattoos ran up and down both arms, the muscles
the same size as her legs combined. He looked cocky, arrogant and dangerous.
All three were a combination she despised in a man. Having no interest, she
spun in her seat and drank down her shot. Bill stood near her, glaring at the
man.

“What’s
with you?” she asked.

“He
causes trouble wherever he goes. A biker. A thug and a pain in my fucking ass,”
he growled.

“Never
seen him before.”

“That’s
because you’re a good girl and never come to this part of town on the rowdiest
nights. Give it a few hours and you’ll see. Dan Sawyer is a royal fucking pest.
I hate the summer. Brings all the fucking criminals out.” Bill handed her
another drink and walked away.

He’s
so dramatic
.

Intrigued by the man who’d gotten to Bill, Mandy grabbed
her drink and walked over to a booth in the far corner. She wasn’t up for
company, and it gave her a decent view of the room. Men and women danced to a
country tune as other groups played pool or drank beer. Bill had been right.
She didn’t go out on Friday or most of the days that were high-risk for social
interaction.

Growing
up in a family with three older brothers and two prettier sisters, she’d felt
like an outcast. Being the late arrival in the family, she’d never felt a part
of it, as she didn’t achieve as much as the others. Most of her family were
high achievers who craved respectability of the highest order. Even though her
family did everything to include her. She wasn’t designed to crave attention as
they did.

The
only outrageous thing that happened in her family was with her oldest brother,
Rick. He’d disappeared a few years back with one of his friends—she couldn’t
remember his name - only to return and settle down as best as he could. They’d
stayed in touch via letters, and she recalled sending him some pictures to help
him with his travels. That was the extent of her family’s blackened name.

Most
of the time, she was happy to lay back, read a good book, and let the world go
by. The lecherous boss had been the only interesting thing to happen to her.
She sighed and took another sip of her drink. The effects of the alcohol were
warming her from the inside out. However, Bill had also been a good friend to
Rick, and she’d seen him water down the strong liquor with water.

At
least he didn’t charge her the same rate as a full shot.

“Stupid,”
she muttered to herself.

“What’s
stupid, darling?” Dan Sawyer asked from his position against the booth where
Mandy sat. He must have moved closer while she was away with her own thoughts.

“Nothing,”
she said. Putting the glass to her lips, she tossed the contents back with a
flick of her head as if she had nothing better to do than get drunk. Without
asking permission, Dan moved into the seat opposite her. His presence invaded
every corner of her quiet booth.

“What
are you doing?” she demanded.

He
didn’t say anything and just stared, making her uncomfortable. Mandy glanced
around the room, but everyone seemed oblivious to her. Even Bill.

“I
wanted to come and sit with a gorgeous woman.”

She
ignored him and made to vacate the booth. Dan reached over and grabbed her arm,
stopping her from leaving.

“Don’t
go,” he said.

“I
don’t want you here,” she said.

“I
don’t want to go anywhere else.” The hand holding her arm moved down in a
caress to entwine their fingers. “Your skin is so soft.”

“Do
you seriously think I don’t see through this?”

“What?”

“The interest. I’m not the
type of girl for you, so why don’t you piss off and distract a different girl
who’s drinking?” The guy may be gorgeous and sinful but she wasn’t in the mood
to be a sloppy second.
Who knows where he’s been
. “Let go of my hand.”

“No.
I like the way you feel, and I’m not ready to call it a night yet.” He gripped
her tighter.

Mandy
glanced toward the bar, hoping to catch the eye of Bill, who was busy chatting
up a beautiful blonde.

Typical.

“Look,
I’m flattered you want to spend some time with me but really, I don’t want
anything from you. All I want is to have a quiet drink and go home,” she said.
As the seconds passed it looked less and less likely she’d be left alone.

“Can
I come and fuck away all your troubles?”

“Excuse
me?” Surely, she’d misheard him.

“You
heard me.”

~*
* *~

Dan
watched the beautiful, full woman with long, luscious brown hair. He could see
himself wrapping her locks around his fist as he fucked her from behind. She
had the body that could take a good, hard fucking.

He
moved to ease his cock, which was aching in the tight jeans he wore. Shit, his
cock threatened to burst, he was so hard. Who would have thought a Friday night
would see little Miss Mandy Straus in one of his places?

She
didn’t know it, but he was best friends with her brother even though it had
been some time since he’d last seen Rick . There was a ten-year age gap between
them. Their friendship had remained a secret as the Straus family hadn’t wanted
Rick hanging out with a ‘bad boy.’ Dan had been the guy who had always been in
trouble, skipping class and chasing after the ladies. He doubted if Mandy even
recognised him. It had been awhile since he’d last bumped into her in town. She
tended to walk with her head down, always hiding away from any attention.

When
Dan and Rick had turned eighteen, they’d hit the road. Two rebels on bikes with
the intention of exploring the world. Mandy was the only one of the family to
write and send pictures. Somehow, no matter where they were, letters would
follow.

They
hadn’t done much exploring. Dan recalled being broke half the time and needing
to work to keep gas in the bike and food in his belly. At eighteen he was
nothing more than a stupid, immature bloke who was too afraid to admit he liked
being in his hometown.

In
his head, Dan knew he should leave this little angel alone. Seeing her sitting
all on her own and isolated had struck a chord deep inside him. He didn’t like
seeing her like this. Strange, considering he was usually more the bang ’em and
leave ‘em type. He’d never cared about a woman’s feelings before.

“I
don’t think you should be talking to me like that.” She sounded outraged, which
only made her seem more adorable.

“What?
You don’t want me to tell you how hard I am and how I want to bend you over
this table and fuck you?” He watched as a flush appeared on her cheeks.

“How
dare you? You don’t even know me.” her eyes scrunched up as she glared at him.

I
know you, sweetheart. And I want you badly.

“Then
why don’t I take the opportunity to know you now? Don’t you feel it? The need
to do something fucking unbelievable?” Dan saw the small spark in Mandy’s eyes
as she latched on to his words and processed them. He understood what she was
thinking because he thought the same. Mandy didn’t want to spend her days
living a lie. She wanted to live, and he wanted to live with her.