Page 6 of Her Mysterious Biker
The tone of his voice sends a shiver down my spine, and not in a good way. No, this is the same feeling I always got right before I was sent to a new foster home.
“Sure, we can go to the storage room.” Before I can find one of my coworkers to replace me while I talk to Orion, Richard steps up behind the counter next to me.
“Go on, and talk to your young man in the back.”
Now it’s my turn for my face to flush pink as I feel my cheeks heat up when my boss calls Orion my young man, even though he’s not anything to me.
I give Richard a small smile, not wanting to lie to him about my relationship with Orion, but not ready to give up the fantasy created by the rumors floating around town that he’s mine and I’m his.
Orion follows me into the storage room, shutting the door behind us. I grab a vase from under the sink, left there by one of my coworkers after her husband sent her flowers a while ago. I fill it with tap water from the sink and place it on the small tablein the corner. I unwrap the flowers from the decorative paper and place them in the vase, taking my time to arrange them before I finally turn and face Orion.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” I paste a smile on my face, knowing this isn’t going to be a good conversation.
Orion runs his fingers through his hair with a frown. “We know you’re in trouble—that some guys want to harm you.”
“H-how do you know that?” I stumble over my words. “I haven’t told anyone.” Which is true. I haven’t told anyone about the feeling of being watched, or now the note and the confrontation with that grease ball this morning.
“Your boss called Rock--he’s the president of our club. Richard is worried about you, so I was sent to act like your boyfriend and protect you until we catch the guys after you.”
My shoulders slump in relief until I realize the flowers were just part of the fake boyfriend act. “Why you?” I ask, choking back the lump in my throat, silently praying he’ll say, because he volunteered to be my fake boyfriend. Instead, I get the ugly truth.
“Because of last night, the whole town saw my bike parked in front of your house all night. It makes me the perfect person to pretend to be your boyfriend.”
“I see.” I swallow the lump in my throat that now feels like a boulder. “So, how are we supposed to act to fool people into thinking we’re hopelessly in love?”
Heat flashes in his eyes, causing me to step back—not out of fear, but because I’m afraid I’ll do something stupid like throw myself at him and beg him to be my boyfriend for real. I still have some dignity left.
“I’m going to stay with you while you work. We’re going to be seen at different places around town, like the bookstore and the Hollow Creek Park. We’ll go out to eat at Bottles & Bites.” Everything he’s saying sounds wonderful, even if it’s not real. “And of course I’ll be moving in with you.”
“Wait? What?” There is no way I can have him move in with me, fake dating or not.
He studies my face for a long time before saying, “Don’t worry. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“No, it’s not that,” I say quickly. How am I supposed to tell him that if we end up sharing the same bed every night, I’ll become addicted to him? How my heart will shatter into a million pieces when all this comes to an end. Instead of telling the truth, I say, “It’s fine. We can live together and share the same bed for however long it takes to catch the guys…” I trail off, not wanting to add the guys who want to kill me.
He nods, accepting my answer. “We should also practice touching and kissing.”
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Ihold my breath,waiting for her reaction to my words. The shocked look on her face should be enough of an answer, but I must be a glutton for punishment because I wait for her response.
“Kissing. Right. We should practice.” Her words come out short and clipped, but there’s a new look in her eye that has replaced the shock.
If I had to give it a name, I would call it longing or yearning. A look, I never thought would be aimed at me.
With a nod, I place my arms around her waist and pull her body flush to mine. Not caring that my cock is rock hard and poking into her soft stomach. It’s not like I can hide my reaction to her anyway.
Her eyes widen the moment our bodies touch, and a slight gasp escapes her lips. “Oh.” Her plump lips part slightly, giving me the opening I need to slip my tongue into her mouth, just as I know she’s expecting.
I’m sure a woman as beautiful as Stevie has been kissed hundreds of times, while this is my first kiss ever. Such a big, bad biker, never having been kissed. I push my feelings of self-doubt aside and tighten my grip on Stevie, letting my instincts take over as I deepen the kiss.
Her tongue tentatively touches mine, encouraging me to take the kiss even deeper. My body seems to have a mind of its own as my cock grinds into her stomach. But that’s not where I want it.
I lift Stevie up in the air like she weighs nothing, wrapping her legs around my waist with one hand, making sure not to drop her, and lining her jean-covered pussy over my leather-clad cock and back her against the wall as I grind into her.
She moans into my mouth as our bodies continue to grind in a desperate rhythm, both of us losing all sense of place and time, until the sound of someone clearing their throat snaps us back to reality. Reluctantly, I unwrap her legs from around my waist and set her back on the ground.
