The Biker's Past: A Cold Steel Motorcycle Club Romance Novella (8 page)

I shook my head no, snuggling close and letting the rise and fall of his chest lull me along with his voice, the cadence of his words like a melody in my post-coital intoxication.

“
Well, she didn’t either, and she starts getting all flustered. You know, she’s tired, some dirty biker comes in asking for nonsense. So she says ‘we don’t got that’, and waits for him to order something else. But, see, Castor knows the cook there, he’s been there before. So he smiles and says, ‘ask the cook, he’ll know what I mean’. But the waitress isn’t having that, she’s just pissed about everything. No one likes being shown up at their own job, right?

So she calls back to the cook, ‘some wacko here says he wants two headlights and two wheels, says you’ll know what the hell that means’. And the cook, of course, pops his head out, sees Castor and gives him a nod. ‘Ayup, two sunny-side up eggs, two pancakes, comin’ right up,’ the cook says. And this really gets the waitress going. I mean, you ever dealt with a diner waitress at that time of the day? They’re not all sugar and gumdrops, for sure.

So of course she’s madder than hell ‘cause she’s been made to look silly. So the waitress goes and disappears back into the kitchen. While the cook’s preparing Castor’s food, she comes out and slams down a big bowl of chili right in front of Castor. Just full of beans. And she says, ‘here’s you’re chili, big boy’. And of course, Castor didn’t order any chili, so he says so, asks what she wants him to do with a bowl of chili he didn’t order. And she goes, ‘two headlights and two wheels won’t get you very far without any gas!’”

See? It was a stupid story. It wasn’t even very funny. But laying there, in his arms, I thought it was the most charming thing anyone had ever said to me. It was my first time indulging in ‘pillow talk’. I was smitten. If you’d asked me, right then, if I loved him, I’d have said yes as loud as my voice allowed me. After all, like I said, oxytocin is a powerful drug.

We lay there on the sandy beach for three hours, nodding in and out of conversation, never quite falling into sleep. He told me more about his gang, which he referred to as his family. The way he spoke about them, I could feel how passionately he truly cared for each man in the crew. He didn’t get into the gritty details, for which I was thankful. Being reminded of his shady past, his dangerous life, would only have ruined the moment, reminded us both of the reality of the situation.

I, in turn, told him about my life in Missoula. My summer job at an ice-cream parlor. Stories about Alicia and Becky and our other friends. The time we went cliff jumping, and I felt like I was flying. The time Alicia got drunk, got pulled over on her bicycle, and wound up getting pancakes with the cop. A time when Becky and I were little children at church and dared each other to drink holy water. Random, silly stories that I would never have told if I hadn’t felt so comfortable, so open, so free to be myself.

The warm air held us like a cradle. Finally, I realized, it was getting late, and I needed to get home. My parent’s hadn’t been happy about me going out in the first place, and if I strolled through the doors the next morning they’d be livid. Pulling myself up, I brushed sand from my skin.

“
I have to go,” I said, leaning over Boon’s body as he lay still. His eyes opened, peered into mine.

“
No, you don’t,” he said, reaching up and pulling me down, on top of him. He wrapped his strong arms around me, my face pressed against his chest, the taste of his sweat on my lips. I giggled as he squeezed me.

“
No, no, I do, really, I have to,” I said, my voice muffled. Gradually, he relented, releasing me. I leaned back, drawing myself onto my knees. Looking down at him, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay forever in his embrace.

“
What now?” I asked, blurting out the question that had been lingering between us since we’d collapsed on the ground together. Boon propped himself up on his elbows, looking out onto the still lake.

“
Well, I guess I’m screwed,” he finally said. My brow furrowed.

“
How so?” I asked.

“
Well, I can’t stay, your daddy made that clear. But I can’t leave, either. Not after…that,” he said, actually sounding sheepish. I felt myself blushing.

“
Was it that good…for you?” I wondered aloud, not really believing that a guy like Boon, who could pretty much have his pick of girls, would really be blown away by a virgin like me. His teeth gleamed in the moonlight as he smiled up at me.

“
Darling, that was….resplendent. You’re dangerous. You should come with a warning,” he said, and I felt a swarm of butterflies released in my stomach.

“
So…so what do we do?” The question hung in the air. Boon leaned up more, coming to a sitting position. He took my hands in his, looked into my eyes.

“
Come away with me. Come to California – or no, let’s go to Maine. Let’s go east, as far east as we can get, far away from my dad and your dad and everything. We can be together, and start new lives…” his voice trailed off as he realized what he was saying, and who he was saying it to. I shook my head, tears tickling my eyes.

“
I can’t do that, Boon. I mean, I really…I really like you. A lot. Like, a
lot.
But I can’t just leave. I have…I have a life here. A good life. I have my friends, and my parents, and I’m going to be starting school…I’m not like you. I can’t just pick up and go somewhere. And I don’t
want
to! I want to stay here. I love my life. It could only…well, the only way I could like it more is if you were in it.”

“
I know,” he said, head hanging. “I know. I could never really ask you to do that. God, Samantha, you’re so
young,
and so
good.
I can’t…I can’t try to change that. I’m no good. I’m trouble. You deserve everything life wants to give you. And I can only give you…bad news.”

I squeezed his hands.

“
Stay. You’re not trouble. Maybe your father is, maybe your friends are, but you’re not. You’re good; I can see it. Stay. I’ll talk to my dad. He can help you! He’s the sheriff, he could get you a job, help you get set up with a new life, one where you can be
you,
the good you. It can happen, I promise. Just let me talk to him…”

Boon was shaking his head, resigned.

“
You’re his little girl, Samantha. You don’t know what fathers will do to protect their daughters. He’s not going to help me. He’s just going to chase me out of town.”

“
Let me try. Please, just, stay at the motel, a few more nights. Let me try. That’s the least we can do,” I said, trying to catch his eye. He looked at me. I sensed his hesitation.

“
Okay,” he finally said, his voice rough and low, no louder than a whisper. “A few days. But I wouldn’t get your hopes up, little sister. I certainly don’t have very high hopes myself.”

I could have fucked him again right there and then for even giving me the chance to talk to my dad. He was right to be pessimistic, but he was also wrong: my dad
could
be understanding, could change his mind. And even if my father couldn’t, my mother could certainly help change his mind for him.

I leaned forward, throwing my arms around Boon’s shoulders, pushing him back onto the sand, pressing my lips against his. We giggled through the kiss; his hands came to my waist, held me in place. Finally, he pulled back.

“
If you’re gonna go, you better go now, or I won’t be able to let you leave at all,” he said, releasing my waist. I stood up, slightly wobbly, and let out a short cry when I felt Boon’s hand suddenly smack against my ass. I blushed, laughing, and hopped over his body to my white dress, which had been laying in the sand. I watched him watch me get dressed, enjoying the feel of his eyes on my moonlit body.

“
I’ll call you,” I said as I began to walk towards the path that led back to the house.

“
Samantha,” he called after me. I stopped and turned to him. “Just, be careful. Don’t…don’t get your hopes up.”

Too late for that,
I thought to myself as I slipped into the woods. My hopes were already living up there in that star-filled night. If they were going to fall, it was going to be one hell of a crash.

Mom and Dad, mercifully, hadn’t waited up for me. I guess that even with their misgivings about Boon, they knew I was an adult and needed to be treated like one. I slipped quietly up the steps and into my room, leaning against the door and trying to collect myself. The drive home had seemed to take forever, and I’d tried my best not to think of anything as I drove. The last thing I wanted or needed was to end up in a ditch because I let my mind wander.

Now, bathed in the soft light of my bedroom, I thought I’d be up all night, trying to figure out a way to talk to my dad about Boon. You can imagine my surprise, then, when I woke to sun streaming through my window and birds chirping. I’d underestimated the narcotic properties of mind-blowing sex and passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I actually had work that day, and I could barely believe that after everything I’d gone through the past two weeks, I was actually going to don my silly pink-and-white striped uniform and dole out ice cream to families on vacation and kids on summer break.

I spent my shift in a sort of haze, my mind constantly bouncing back and forth like a pinball. What to say to my father, how the many ways this could work out, my possible future with Boon, my possible separation from Boon.

I’d spent a lot of time preparing my meeting-Boon-at-the-lake speech, but the speech I wanted to give my father would have to be a lot more professional and compelling, and I had a lot less time to rehearse it in my mind.

I wanted to talk to Dad that night. If Boon agreed to stick around for a few days, and if Dad needed some time to come around to my way of thinking, then the sooner the better. As I scooped up cones of strawberry ice cream, I thought of the many ways I could approach the subject. We hadn’t even mentioned the incident since it took place, and I knew that what I was going to say wouldn’t be easy for my father to hear. It had to be perfect.

When I got off work, my heart and mind were both racing. I knew Mom and Dad would both be home by the time I got there. Should I just get it over with as soon as I got in? Should I wait until dinner? After dinner, when we were all watching TV together?

The question was answered for me. As soon as I stepped through the door, I knew something was off. Mom and Dad were sitting in the living room without the TV on. That wouldn’t have been weird if they were talking, but they weren’t. They were just sitting there. I knew Mom was usually on the treadmill or doing laps at this time, so that was a big red flag, too.

“
Um, hi,” I said, standing in the hallway and looking in at them. Their faces were…concerning, to say the least. Mom looked uneasy; Dad looked downright distraught. I threw my purse onto the floor and walked to the loveseat, sinking in.

There was no use trying to avoid whatever they were about to say. For a moment, I wondered if this could have nothing at all to do with Boon: maybe something else had happened. Maybe Mom lost her job. Maybe we were going to need to move. Maybe my Aunt Hilde died. I didn’t want any of those things to be true, but I also didn’t want to have a conversation about Boon unless it was
me
coming to
them.

I noticed the matchbook Boon slipped me sitting on the coffee table and my stomach dropped. There was no question about it: they knew.

“
I’m guessing you want to talk to me,” I said, deciding that it would be best if I took control of the situation as much as possible.

“
Damn right we do,” Dad said, his voice harsh. I flinched. I hated disappointing my parents, and I realized for the first time how much I really had betrayed their trust by seeing Boon. I got that sick feeling in my stomach that I only got when I’d really screwed up and had to come clean to my parents. Guilt and shame mixed together. I consciously reminded myself that while, yes, I’d definitely gone behind my parents’ backs, I had a pretty good reason, and that this time, maybe, just maybe, I was in the right.