My Dark Biker (6 page)

Thick looked at me. “We’re not staying long. But I have to stop by and see my girlfriend.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

We walked inside; the loud contemporary music blasted into my ears.

“Hey, Cam,” a familiar looking blonde approached, wrapping her arms around Aiden and pressing her breasts against his muscular chest.

I tore my gaze away and swallowed the sarcastic smile that nearly broke on my face. I clamped down the feeling of envy and told myself, repeatedly, that he wasn’t worth it. Aiden wasn’t worth my time. I should just forget the desire that circled around my belly whenever he so much as glanced at me, his beautiful and intense blue eyes doing something to my mind.

I pushed the thoughts away and looked around the club, noticing for the first time that some of the Rough Riders Biker members were also looming about. Some of them had girls grinding against their laps while others were locked into a passionate embrace.

I tore my eyes away from the love fest and noticed Thick staring at me, a thoughtful expression on his face. I smiled at him and took a step away, only to be caught around the waist.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes as I untangled myself. These guys really needed to chill. “Unless getting a drink counts as trying to sneak away, I’m not going anywhere.”

He studied me for a minute, nodded and gestured for the bartender to come over. I rolled my eyes, again, and sauntered over to the bar.

“What would you like, sweetness?” the bartender asked when I sat down on one of the stools.

“A martini please,” I took a twenty bill out of my wallet and placed it over the counter. I looked back at the crowd and saw a small group of women dancing around the pole. Their asses peeked under their lace underwear and their boobs popped out of the cups of their bras—an invitation for the men to look.

“The girls get rowdier when the bikers are around,” Dave said. I turned around to see him seated next to me.

“Are they always like this?” I asked, after thanking the bartender and taking a sip of my drink.

Dave shook his head. “No, not really. I guess these bitches get more money out of the brothers when we’re around.”

“Do you think being a stripper’s worth it?” I asked quietly, wondering what my co-worker would say. I made sure that my voice didn’t give a hint about my past.

“Nah, not really. I mean, most men like that shit. But not Aiden though, he ain’t puttin’ up for any stripper.”

The only thing that I could say was, “Oh.”

Dave looked at me with interest in his eyes. “Why’s that?”

I shook my head. “Nothing. I was just curious, I guess.”

I looked back at the strippers grinding against the pole. Their bodies grated against the cold steel, looping their legs around the length before sliding down. A brief memory of myself shimmying out of my clothes came to the surface. I remembered being in their place. Grinding, grating and gliding against the pole while my pervert audiences watched with lust in their eyes. Their gazes never leaving my body as it moved to the rhythm of the music.

Dave’s voice penetrated through my brain, but barely. I shook the memory aside and stared up at him in confusion, noting that his lips were moving.

“You alright?” he asked, looking down at me with concern in his eyes.

I nodded, flashing him a shaky smile. I couldn’t believe I’d zoned out and didn’t realize he was talking to me.

“You sure?” Dave insisted.

“Yeah, fine.” I took a swig of my drink. The liquor shot down my throat, burning my gullet as I beckoned for another.

We ending up going back to their biker bar, and I felt much more comfortable. We hung out and had some drinks. I loosened up and we laughed. They cracked jokes and I found myself smiling.

“Wanna dance?” Dave asked.

“How drunk are you?”

“C’mon. Let’s dance,” my co-worker grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the stool. “Cam’s lookin’ at us. Let’s give him a show, shall we?” Dave added, pulling me to the area by the juke box.

Before I could contemplate what was happening, Dave wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me roughly to him. As his body moved to the beat of the music, his hands slithered down to my hips, moving me along. I looked up at him, slightly confused.

“Is this necessary?” I asked.

He winked and whirled me around. “Trust me. We’ll get him all worked up.”

Before I knew it, I was twirling around and swaying my ass up and down. My hips shifted while he kept a hold of me and I couldn’t remember a day when I had so much fun since I took in Jack.

I was yanked out of my reverie when I felt a set of hands grab my ass. I yelped in surprise, but before I could scream or smack the asshole, a hand pushed Dave away from me.

“Get your fuckin’ hands off of her, man,” Aiden hollered.

He laughed and winked at me. “Told you it would work.”

My view was blocked by my boss’s chest. I felt his hands on my waist, pushing me toward the dark corner. Dave scampered off.

“What was that about?” I asked through the loud music.

“He fucking touched your ass,” Aiden replied, like it was the most obvious thing on the planet.

“So? Maybe I liked it.”

“I saw your reaction,” Aiden said. “That dick just fuckin’ touched your ass. I don’t like people who are not
me
touchin’ your ass.”

My brows pulled together. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. No one’s gonna touch that sweet ass of yours. Except me.”

Before my mouth could part in shock, Aiden closed the distance between us and kissed me. I stepped back in astonishment, but he curled an arm around me, locking me in place.

Aiden licked my lips and coaxed me to open my mouth; his tongue slipped inside and licked the roof of my mouth. He trapped me against the wall, his lips against mine as heat radiated off of his body. I found myself softening as he kissed me passionately. His hands glided down to my butt and cupped my ass cheeks, lifting me up until I had my legs wrapped around his tapered waist.

I couldn’t believe I was plastered all over this man, and that he had his tongue down my throat. I could still hear the loud pounding of the music as I felt Aiden’s hand inch under my shirt to cup my breast. I let out a surprised gasp when he ran his thumb over my erected nipple. I moaned and my arms wrapped around his neck, as he worked the sensitive flesh between his fingers making me and our mouths danced together.

Someone yelling Aiden’s name broke me out of the haze Aiden created. I tore my mouth from his, hearing his disapproving growl before he dipped his head to kiss me again. This time, however, I was prepared and turned my head, his mouth smacked against my neck.

“Look at me,” he ordered, cupping my chin gently, forcing me to look at him.

I shook my head and untangled myself from him, planting my feet against the floor. I couldn’t believe that I let him kiss me in front of his club brothers. In front of the people I worked with every day. Mortified, I bolted to the club’s door.

“B! Where you goin’?” Dave asked as I stormed past him.

I kept my head down and waved at him, never stopping as I made my way out. I fought the urge to fan my heated face as I continued to walk, ignoring the loud thumping of Aiden’s feet behind me. It was only when I stopped at the parking lot that I heard him call out to me.

“Stop right there, Abby.” My boss ordered and so, I did. “What the fuck is that about?”

“What?” I asked, never turning around to face him.

“You runnin’ away like that?” Aiden growled. “Will you look at me, damn it?”

I still kept my eyes on the pavement.

“Babe, look at me.” Aiden commanded, placing a hand on my shoulder, trying to gently force me around.

I sighed, and obliged. His blue eyes searched my face. “So what was your deal back there?”

“I don’t sleep around Aiden,” I said.

He frowned as he continued to regard me. “What the fuck you talkin’ about, girl?”

“I’m not going to have sex with you,” I clarified.

“Maybe not tonight,” Aiden contradicted with a smirk.

I shook my head. “I’m not like that. And I’m not about to spread my legs just because you told me to.”

He stepped closer to me, placing his hands on my hips. His index finger moved in a slow, circular motion on the patch of skin under the hem of my shirt. His blue eyes held my gaze.

“Look, I’m going, okay? I’ve got to pick up Jack from his babysitter, and it’s late.” I said, fishing my keys out of my pocket.

He shook his head and tightened his grip. “You ain’t goin’ nowhere after that kiss baby,” my boss said, trapping me with his body.

“Aiden…” I gulped. “I don’t sleep with people from work.” Well, not after what happened to Vince, anyway.

He shot me a heated look. “Who said anythin’ about sleeping?”

“No one—,” I started, but he cut me off with his mouth.

Aiden used his body to trap me against my car as his hand traveled down to cup my pussy, pressing it against my mound. I moaned in his arms, feeling myself get wet. I was ashamed of myself and of how traitorous my body was for him.

As he kissed me, Aiden fumbled with my jeans. His tongue was deep in my mouth as he found the waistband of my panties. Without warning, he pushed his hand inside, finding the tight bundle of nerves that throbbed and ached to feel his cock inside me.

My eyes rolled back as he touched my clit. He rubbed the little pink nub before gliding his fingers into my wet opening. My back arched, and my mouth parted from the intense pleasure as Aiden sucked on my neck, licking and soothing the sting he created.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he growled in my ear.

“Aiden,” I moaned and moved, riding his finger.

He growled and added another finger, thrusting in and out of my wet hole. My inner muscles clenched around his thick fingers, taking him deeper.

“Yeah, baby. Ride it out,” my boss encouraged, kissing me once more.

Our tongues dueled and clashed as I basked in the afterglow of my orgasm. As every fiber of awareness gripped me, bringing me back to reality, my relaxed body tensed. With a cry, I broke away from him, pushing Aiden away from me. I must have taken him by surprise because he stumbled backward, his eyes widening.

“Babe. What’s wrong?” he asked, blinking down at me while I fumbled with my jeans.

Without a word I zipped my pants and jumped into my car, my fingers shaking as I started the ignition.

“Abby!” Aiden yelled as I drove out of the club’s parking lot, never looking back.

Tears welled up in my eyes and streamed down my cheeks. A sob was ripped out of me as I pulled up in a deserted area.

My forehead hit the steering wheel as tears continued to flow. I didn’t know why I was crying. Working for the bikers was one thing, but sleeping with Aiden, the leader of the most feared gang in Fargo, North Dakota, was another. He dangerous and no one dared to mess with him. I shouldn’t either.

I kept telling myself that as I started the car and drove to Kyla’s house. Aiden was out of the question. I couldn’t let myself get involves with him. Though, it was probably already too late for that.

Once I arrived home and tucked Jack in, I picked up my laptop, a glass of wine and brought them to bed with me. In between sips, I wrote a resignation letter and sent it to Aiden. In it, I told him that I was quitting the job and had already found a replacement. I didn’t mention anything about tonight.

I slept with a heavy heart that night. For the first time in a long time, I dreamt about a man with intense blue eyes instead of my ex, Vince.

Chapter 11

As soon as I got home, I wrote a resignation letter and sent it to Aiden. In it, I told him that I was quitting the job and that I had found a replacement. I slept with a heavy heart that night, dreaming about a man with intense blue eyes instead of my ex, Vince.

A couple of months dragged by and I never heard back from Aiden. He must have taken the hint that I didn’t want to work for him anymore— at least not after what we’d done back in the parking lot.

I pushed the thought aside as I reached for Jack, bringing him up to my arms. It was five o’ clock in the afternoon, and I’d just finished my shift at the curtain shop downtown. Since Kyla went back to college, and I couldn’t leave Jack by himself, he spent the day at the daycare center.

I grabbed his bag from the back seat and swung it over my shoulder, keeping hold of him as we sauntered over to the door. A small box was waiting at the doorway. I frowned at it, wondering what it was. Seeing as it was clearly meant for me, I picked it up and examined it, turning it around to see a card attached to the side.

I unlocked the door and strolled inside, placing Jack down so he could run for his toys. As soon as he was settled on the floor with his red toy truck, I walked over to the table and read the card attached to the box.

This is for you because you deserve it…