My Bad Boy Biker(2)

By: Sam Crescent


“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.

Hot Read

Last Updated

Recommend

Top Books