Handsome Bikers and Secret Babies Romance

Chapter 3

“… You did?” Nodding firmly, I shuffled back to drop heavily onto the uncomfortable bed that took up most of the room. Tossing me a glance filled with caution, Cat tugged at her bottom lip, but the sexiness of the small act disappeared in the shadows of the conversation. It took her a long moment to sit next to me, and I reached to scratch my neck and jaw as I prepared myself.

“I told you my dad was a stingy bastard, and the reason for that was church.” Choking in surprise, Cat’s gaze flew to bore holes in my cheek, and I grimaced a malformed, rueful smirk. “Yeah- I was a church boy until I was about 11. I never bought into any of that stuff, and my dad beat my ass and kicked me out at least once a month. My mom always sided with him, and my siblings thought I was a freak for not believing in God. When I was 15, I ran away and didn’t go back for three months. I worked a lot- met a lot of great people- but it wasn’t until I had saved up enough to get a moped that I really started to feel like I was an actual person.”

“When I ride… I feel free… you know- I was only invited into Jared’s biker club because his son had a crush on me. Even though I like all of them, I feel like I shouldn’t be there.” Grunting in agreement, I clasped my hands together to flex and curl my fingers. Cat’s confession brought up all the s**t I’d experienced as a newly 20-year-old punk, and it wasn’t a pleasant memory. “What happened, Roy? I mean, after you went back home?”

“Apparently, my mom had a ‘divine nightmare’ or some s**t, and in it- I committed suicide, I guess. The story goes that in her nightmare, my dad got me real bad, and I threw myself off a bridge. I don’t give any stock in that bullshit, but it scared the absolute f**k out of my parents. They started giving me a good amount of leeway after I got back. I wasn’t forced to go to church, and they piled on chores and stuff to keep me busy. Honestly, I’m kinda grateful my mom was a religious nut. She took that nightmare as a sign from God to haul ass instead of just her ever-mounting guilt over letting my dad smack me silly.” Sighing harshly, I shook my head wildly of the dark thoughts that nibbled at the edges of my consciousness. “The point is, Cat, that I get what you’re going through. I could see it when you first took off your helmet. That’s why I told you what I told you about your cousin. There are things we need to leave behind so that we can go forward, and if it doesn’t feel right- well… that’s probably because it’s not right.”

“I didn’t peg you to be philosophical, Roy.” A tiny spark of playfulness brightened Cathleen’s voice, and I cast her a sidelong glance. Her cheeks crested to cradle a shallow smile, and she hunched slightly; compared to only a few minutes ago, she looked rather comfortable.

Which was good, because I wasn’t going to ruin the mood any more than I just had.

“I hope you like extra cheese and bacon on your pizza.” Not bothering to reply, I leaned over to nudge Cat with my elbow, and she perked up with a happy nod. Smirking at how quickly she went from one to another, I craned my neck to press my lips to her soft, puffed cheek. The heat radiating off her intensified like a furnace with too much wood, searching the bridge of my nose, and I couldn’t resist sneaking my tongue out to taste the light sheen of sweat from wearing her helmet.

“When did you get your first bike, Cat?” Trailing down her slender neck, my lips tingled as Cat bared herself for me with a whimper. Cupping the opposite side of her face, I shuffled closer to kiss her more firmly, and my gaze flickered to her face to narrow. Well-manicured eyebrows creased slightly above the bridge of her nose, her bottom lip rolling between white, straight teeth, and she gave a breathless, soft moan in response.

With her blue hair framing her pleased expression, she was like a siren singing a song just for me as her blood beat hard against my chin.

“I was… 14… my dad- he put a motor on my bicycle.” Humming even as my c**k stiffened against the zipper of my jeans, triumph threatened to close my throat when Cat gulped harshly. Her shallow pants drummed against my brain between thundering beats of my heart, and she licked her lips heavily before speaking up shakily once again. “I got a moped… then a faster moped… then my bike that I have right now.”

“I’d bet money you’d love being a road warrior, huh? A speed demon? Going 120 with nothing and no one in front or behind you.” Our first interaction came to mind, and I gently nudged Cat onto her back to straddle her waist in one, smooth movement. She was like mounting a sports bike- sleek and slim and languid. Thrill shot through me when her eyelids popped open, her mouth curving into a delicate ‘o’ to expel a gasp. Bracing my palms on either side of her halo of bright blue hair, I leaned down to inhale the smell of leather and some sort of flowery wash against her cheek.

“You’re the first guy I’ve ever met that didn’t think I was 16, you know.” And just like that- so violent it gave me whiplash- Cathleen ruined my hard on. Jerking up, I gnashed my teeth at the absolute seriousness in her expression. My c**k shriveled like a raisin, but I wasn’t pissed off or even frustrated about it. There was no indication that she meant it any type of way, and I ground my teeth as I leaned back against her toned, sinewy thighs.

“Cat…” I didn’t even know what to say to that, and she propped herself on her elbows to stare under furrowed brows. “I have never had any type of relationship with a woman just because she’s beautiful. I could be your father if you were 16, and- trust me- no amount of physical beauty could make me break the law of my morals.”

“You’re 36?” My eyebrows shot up at the question, and I barked out a laugh while a fierce blush coated Cat’s cheeks. “What? I’m 26, so assuming you’d be 20 16 years ago…?”

“I’m 33. You were close, though.” Bemusement laced my tone, and I grinned as Cat did the quick math in her head. A muffled knock sounded from the door, cutting off whatever epiphany she’d had, and I climbed off her to fish my back pocket for my wallet. “Find something to watch- this place has like 12 channels. I’ve got some DVDs in my bag, too, if you want to sift through those.”

Ambling my way to the motel room door, I searched through my bills even as Cat’s gaze roamed my back. It was a good thing I was rarely wrong about a person; I’d built my entire career on being able to track a person’s next move, after all. The aroma of two medium pizzas wafted through the cracks in the door, and my mouth watered as I grabbed the knob firmly.

Pizza and s*x- the hallmarks of a good night that was far from over.

Chapter Four: Cathleen

“You carry the Terminator DVDs around with you- everywhere you go?” Glancing over at Roy as he stretched out the length of the uncomfortable mattress, I grinned broadly at his unabashed nod and grunt. “I didn’t even know they still made DVDs… you know- since you can get movies and stuff through your cable company.”

“I don’t have a cable package or anything. I’m mostly on the road, in motels like this one- I sometimes shack up with my buddies if I find myself without work for a few weeks or something.”

“So, you don’t have criminals to catch, or…? You just… don’t want to go after them?” Setting the DVD case back in his bag over the foot of the bed, I climbed up to straddle Roy’s waist. His large hands settled on my hips to rub down my outer thighs, and I watched him pull a grimace before sighing heavily.

“Sometimes, I don’t think the amount of money they pay me is worth the s**t I have to do the find the guy. Other times, I just want a break. I just want to ride with nowhere to go instead of riding to get somewhere. There are times when I get burned out, and I just want to be lazy and do nothing for a month straight. I’m pretty alright with money management, so I can do that kind of thing whenever I want and not worry.”

“That sounds nice…” Even as I learned these new things about Roy, I couldn’t shake the nagging in my chest that I’d known him a lot longer than just a few hours. Like him, the sensation of being old friends- or birds of a feather- or even kindred souls- tickled my gut. His expression pointed in interest, and I licked my lips heavily only for his narrowed eyes to flash hungrily.

That was just another thing- Erica had been right before; I’d never wanted a man so badly that I’d actually go to a stranger’s motel room where I could possibly be r***d and murdered.

“I’m a fitness trainer. I even trained a celebrity for a tv show once a few years ago.” Pride ripped through my chest at my own bragging, and Roy flashed me a grin even as his palm dragged along my waist. Calluses roughened his touch, his fingers creeping up my shirt, and my abdomen tightened as fire seared my skin. Heat pooled at my apex, and I lifted my arm to pull off my shirt in one, smooth move. Shaking my head slightly, I ignored the anxiety buzzing in my ears as I hooked stray strands of hair behind them, and I sucked in a sharp breath before focusing on Roy.

“You’re so… white…” Choking on my snort of a laugh, I glanced down between my pitifully small breasts as Roy’s gaze burned trails into my flesh. “Do you not like to tan, or do you burn, or what?”

“I burn bad… I didn’t- honestly, I-“ Stumbling over my words as Roy forced my hips to roll against his, I gasped at the hard, impressive bulge that curved against my apex. “I thought you’d- you’d tell me that… my boobs-“

“I’m an ass man, Cat- and you got ass…” An unfamiliar sense of pride rampaged through my chest, banishing the anxiety and apprehension that nestled there, and Roy reached around me to squeeze my ass hard to prove his point. “I like small t**s, anyway- anything bigger than a B-cup looks gross as f**k bouncing around.”

“Really?” Pausing my movements from the force of my surprise, I stared, slack jawed, as Roy nodded furiously. “I- I mean… really, honestly?”

“Really, honestly, Cat.” My eyes widened as just the mention of larger breasts softened the bulge in Roy’s pants, and a grimace painted his face. “Can we move on, please? Take off your pants and turn around.”

“Wow.” Even as my brain stalled trying to find a reply, my body moved to obey, and I climbed off the bed to hook my thumbs in the waistline of my leggings. “Where have you been all my life, huh, Roy?”

“I’m about to make your life flash before your eyes, so we’ll compare timelines.” Thrill invaded my blood at Roy’s growl, and he didn’t wait for me to pull my leggings down before doing it himself. Goosebumps washed my entire body as he jiggled my ass in his palms, and his groan rolled up my spine to stiffen the small hairs on the nape of my neck. “f*****g Christ…”