Romance: Motorcycle Club Romance: Outlaw Biker's Baby (Contemporary Alpha Male MC Biker Romance) (Bad Boy MC Biker Pregnancy Romance) (32 page)

I eagerly pushed my mouth into his, hoping this moment wouldn’t end.  I poured my heart
into
the kiss, and it felt like he did the same.  His passion was burning for me, and mine for him.  But,
there was something underlying
each tender caress and neither of us could shake the feeling as though something was wrong. 

I was the one to push him away.

“This doesn’t feel right anymore,” I said.

He stepped back, touching his hand to his lips, as though he
were remembering
the tenderness of my kiss I had given him only moments ago. 

“This feels so right,” he replied, “but it feels like something is missing.”

I nodded and leaned back against the wall, smacking the back of my head against it in an act of penitence.  The hard surface gave me little solace.

“I can’t do this,” I said, starting to break away from him and get back to the ice.  Tears began to form at the corners of my eyes.

He shot out an arm and pulled me back.

“Casey, listen to me for just a second,” he said. 

I stood still and awkwardly turned back to him, doing my best to wipe away whatever tears were starting to show themselves.

“What,” I asked.

“I think we both know,” he started, “we’ll never be lovers.  I know you feel the same as I do.”

He was right, and that’s what bothered me.  I didn’t know what to say anymore.  I knew that I didn’t have those feelings for him anymore; I was just going through the motions of romance.  I brushed the new tears from my eyes and felt an odd sort of contentedness. 

“Should I call you brother, or should I call you Rick,” I asked.

He looked at me and smiled.  It seemed as though a weight were pulled off both our chests as we continued to chat.

“That’s your choice, Sis,” he replied with a smirk.

I laughed, trying to exhale my remaining emotion; it seemed to work as I could feel my tears begin to dry up.

“Alright,
bro
,” I said.

This time, he laughed along with me before grabbing my hand and giving it one last kiss.  It had an odd sense of finality to it, and I was still a small bit confused, but I knew that we had made the right decision.

He found and wore his
skates,
and we made a few laps around the ice.  Our conversation went from intimate to lighthearted, and I knew that I had gained more than a brother.  I had gained a new best friend and confidant. 

We ended up having to say our goodbyes about halfway through the night when Kathy drank too
much,
and I had to make sure she got home safely.  I did my best to hold her hair back as she made a mess of the school grounds. 

She kept looking up at me with
earnest
tears in her eyes, apologizing every time I patted her on the back.  It made me giddy inside to know that I had become such
a wonderful
roommate, or perhaps it was me knowing that I had some fodder for the next roommate argument. 

After finally managing to make it home unharmed, I helped her out of her party clothes and into bed.  She was still awake as I laid her
into
bed.  It seemed that she wanted a bit of conversation before she’d be able to fall asleep. 

“So, what did I miss from your winter vacation,” she asked.

I told her the only thing I
could;
I had gained a new brother.

*****

THE END

I tried, in earnest, to look a little relaxed.  I inhaled deeply and slowly breathed out, hoping that my nerves would go with it.  It didn’t seem to help in the slightest.

Jennie didn’t seem fazed; she was a natural at appearing- well- natural.  I always
felt, at least,
some measure of envy towards her when we spent time together. 

The most attractive men I’d ever seen paraded by us, giving
large
smiles at Jennie and avoiding my gaze as much as possible, it seemed.  I was used to it by now. 
Yet, I
still held a shred of hope that
someone 'd notice me
.

“Yeah!  Go Brad!” Jennie shouted while waving at the stand where the players congregated. 

I applauded and did my best to look the part as a fan of the team.  The pep rally was full of fans, and the cheering onlookers
were having
the desired effect on the team.

It hadn’t been my first rally that year, and for some
reason,
I felt my nervous at
every one
.  I couldn’t tell what was causing it in the slightest.  I wasn’t speaking in public, or expecting to be approached by a player,
however,
nice
that would have been.  I wondered if maybe they were jitters of excitement, and I was just hoping our team would crush the opposition. 

“We have to watch them practice tomorrow, Sandy,” Jennie said, as I clapped with the crowd. 

I nodded and smiled at her. 

I was always her tag along, as a handbag that
fit
her outfit perfectly.  I didn’t mind, though, I just enjoyed being wanted.

The crowd began to disperse a while
later,
and Jennie bade me stay so she wouldn’t be alone while she waited for Brad.

“Hey, girl,” I heard Brad say from behind.

We both spun and after taking her first look at him, ran to him and jumped up to straddle his waist.  I might as not have existed; they paid me no mind and began to wander off.  I checked the time on my phone; it was too late for any of the buses, and with no money for a cab, I figured that walking would be best.

I palmed the can of mace I kept in my purse; an old habit and probably a good one to have.  The street
was still littered
with people going in every direction. 

“So Jennie ditched you again, eh?” I heard an older voice from behind.  It was Coach Reynolds.

“Evening Mr. Reynolds,” I said curtly, “and, yes,” I added.  He seemed amused, filling the evening air with laughter.

“That girl is trouble, and I think Brad will find out soon enough,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“She doesn’t know who her real friends are, yet.  I think she’s a bit too boy crazy, which is fine.  But, if she keeps that up she won’t have anyone to rely on.”

I nodded, not
really
understanding what he meant.

“Do you need a ride home,” he asked.

I knew what I wanted to say, but I wasn’t able to say it.

“I think I’m okay.  I’ll just walk,” I replied.

“Oh nonsense, I couldn’t let someone walk home in the dark alone like this.  It’s only right.  Just come with me,” he said.

While it was a little demanding, I was glad that he insisted.  I already felt a little safer now that he was nearby.

We had
walked
another block before we got to his car;
an old muscle car from the 60’s
.  The paint was a little rough from wear, and the interior
was slightly cracked
along some of the seams, but it looked like he prided himself on it.  A great amount of care
was put
into maintaining this old thing.  I felt a bit out of place sliding into the passenger seat.

“So, where are we off to?” he asked, rumbling the engine to a start.

I gave him the directions to the room I was renting.  I liked being out of the
dormitories
and enjoyed the responsibility of living alone and free.

The car vibrated and hummed as he pulled into the street, as though
there was a purring kitten sitting
on my lap. 

We pulled to
a light,
and not a single person was around.  I felt a little nervous again, and I think he could tell.

“Wanna
have
some fun?” he said.

I inched away from him slightly, assuming something nefarious.

“Not that kind of fun,” he
inferred
while revving the engine.

I sighed with relief and giggled at my
own
misunderstanding;
I had a feeling we were about to be very irresponsible.

He stared at the hanging light, with his hand firmly grasping the shift lever.  I wrapped my arm around the handle on the door, feeling my heart starting to race.

The light turned green.  His hammered the gas hard and the tires began to screech and howl.  Grey dust filled the air, and we shot down the
road like
a bullet from a gun.

He sped past more green lights, building up more
speed
until we reached my turn.

“Here!” I shouted and pointed to the right.

He smiled, revved the engine and shifted down, making the cars
tail spin
into the turn, causing the car to go sideways.  

An odd thing occurred during my brief glimpse of death; I found that I wasn’t so nervous anymore.  I even loosened my grip on the door and started enjoying the feeling of swaying with the motion of the car.  The engine
thumped,
and I could feel each and every
patter
strike me in ways I hadn’t felt before.  It felt like liberation.

“Woo!” I shouted.

He laughed as he continued to drive like a maniac.  And, before I wanted it to, our ride had come to an end.  He slowed down as we approached the house in which I stayed.

I sat for a moment in the passenger seat, shaking with excitement.  I couldn’t stop myself from giggling with giddiness. 

“Okay, you better hop out,” he said, “I don’t want people to start talking.”

I slid from the car seat, my legs still feeling a little rubbery from the excitement.  With the door shut, I leaned over the open window and blew him a kiss.  I immediately regretted it; feeling a little embarrassed as he drove off. 

My heart still raced, and my skin was still flush.  I felt
more alive
now
than any other time I could remember.  I danced to my room, barely feeling the ground as I went along. 

I wonder how often he gives people rides.

2.

“Isn’t Brad just gorgeous,” Jennie said as we sat in the stands watching them practice.

I rolled my eyes like I usually would; I doubt she ever saw me do it.  She was always so absorbed by her boyfriend playing
to ever really pay
attention,
anyway
. 

I adjusted my glasses, putting them to rest on the bridge of my nose.  They were just slightly too big, but there was nothing I could do, new glasses weren’t in the budget. 

“You know, I think Brad said that Mike was making eyes at you, I bet I could introduce you
two,
and you’d hit it off right away,” she said, rubbing my shoulder and shaking my glasses back down to the tip of my nose.

I furiously tucked them back to their usual spot.

“Mike is
pretty cute
,” I managed to squeak out.

“Perfect!  Come with me to the party tonight and you can meet him.  I think you guys would make a cute couple,” she said.

I hadn’t much interest, but I knew that Jennie would find another excuse to bring me to the party.  Might as well just accept the first and move on. 

I set aside my
books;
they weren’t holding my interest.  I dwelled on the ride from last night and still felt the pangs of excitement shoot through my head. 

I closed my eyes and relaxed my muscles.  I somehow wasn’t feeling very anxious or nervous today as I usually did.  It was as though a switch had clicked on in my head last night.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the coach, watching from the sidelines and barking out orders.  His clean and pressed button down belayed his more mischievous demeanor.  He was quite attractive.  Tall and sinewy, but still very muscular; his broad shoulders tapered down in a V-shape towards his waistline.  His
close-cropped
hair framed his
face
while his sharp brown eyes gave him a stern but lighthearted gaze. 

I found myself watching him as he waved his clipboard through the air, and blew his whistle.  My heart skipped a beat; the only other time it had done that was when I met my old high school boyfriend. 

“Alright guys, get in here,” he shouted. 

The crew of players did as told, huddling around the coach.  I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but they listened intently to his words.  Then they all broke off and headed towards the showers.  Mr. Reynolds grabbed his bag and shoved the clipboard inside.

“Okay, Sandy.  I’m going to
go wait
for Brad outside the locker room door, coming?”

“I think I’m going to stay here a while, you go on ahead,” I said.

She nodded and happily skipped off. 

I tucked my
schoolbooks
away and trotted down the stairs. I barely made it halfway down when I saw the girls cheer team cease their practicing for the day. 

They looked like models, every one of them.  Their long legs barely covered by a tiny skirt, and blonde hair tied back to a ponytail.  I was envious of her good looks and
chipper
attitude.  I could just barely make out their conversation.

“Hey, Mr. Reynolds, what are you doing this weekend,” asked the prettiest of the bunch, “the girls and I were planning on having a little cheer camp and would
love
to have you there to coach us.”

“Doesn’t the cheer team already have a coach?” he asked.

They all giggled.

“Well, we do, but we could always use a little more coaching,” she said
through
a bright smile. 

The squad captain did a flirty bounce where she stood.  It was easy to see that she had taken a liking to Mr. Reynolds; I felt a little envious.

“I think I’ll leave your training to your coach; I’m much better at teaching players.”

The girls let out a collective ‘aww’ as he
spurred
their advances.  He turned to grab his things as the girls wandered off to the field.  I slowly continued to descend the stairs, and he flashed me a smile as I did.

“Good practice?” I asked, making polite small talk.

“Are you
really
here to talk about practice,” he asked, “where did Jennie go?”

I pointed toward the locker room, and he nodded in understanding.

“The players kept talking about a party tonight; they even invited me for some odd reason,” he said.

“Jennie asked me to go; she wants me to hook up with one of the players.  Mike, I think.”

“Mike is a good kid, but a little daft in the head.  You
really
have to grind things into that skull.”

I sighed, realizing how long tonight was probably going to be. 

“If you go, I’ll buy you
a drink,”
I quipped, expecting to be brushed off.

“I might have to hold you to that,” he replied.

I coughed, nervously. 

“Why do you let Jennie boss you around,” he asked.  He looked at me
quizzically,
and I realized I had no real response. 

I had never really thought about why I let her do it; she just did
it,
and I went along.  It’s just the way our friendship has been since forever.

“Because she’s my friend,” I replied.

He set his things down and sat on a bleacher, patting the seat to beckon me to join him.

I did as I
was asked
; taking a seat right next to him.  I was closer now than I was last night, but I trusted him a little better today. 

“You should be friends with someone because they want to spend time with you; not just because they want you
around,
so they’re not alone,” he said.

I nodded. 

“You’re a smart girl; you probably get good grades, and study in your spare time.  But, you have to spend time with people that are good for you.”