Sons of Trouble: A Biker Erotic Romance (3 page)

“Sit down and I’ll be right back,” she told him, as she headed for the kitchen. “I’ll just get a first aid kit and you can tell me what happened.”

“I told you, it’s nothing.”

“Don’t play hard man with me,” she shot back at him. “You need patching up, and given how much trouble you’ve caused since arriving here, the least you can do is sit down and accept a goddamned bandage.”

Braden didn’t argue any further. Instead, he took off his jacket as Bianca returned with a first aid kit. She removed a cotton pad and soaked it in antiseptic before applying it to his forehead bruise. He inhaled sharply through gritted teeth, but refused to wince.

“So, tough guy,” Bianca prompted her patient, “why don’t you tell me all about your adventures battling the Merrick boys.”

Braden recounted how he and his crew beat the crap out of the senior and junior Merricks and the rest of the gang. Then, they torched the young hooligans’ precious 4x4. This done, they warned them that there would be much worse to come if they ever went near the diner again.

“Men are such thugs,” Bianca said with a roll of her eyes.

“Even me?” Braden asked with a brash grin.

“Especially you!” Bianca exclaimed. “Why the hell did you have to pick a fight with them in the first place? Life wasn’t great with them around, but at least I knew how to manage them: put up with the insults and the abuse, hope no one would piss them off, and they’d be gone as quickly as they arrived. Then, you show up and punch the ringleader in the face! You should’ve just minded your own business and gone on your merry way.”

“I didn’t like them pushing you around,” Braden replied, utterly calm in the face of Bianca’s seemingly angry tirade, “so I did something about it.”

“You’re reckless and violent and stupid!” Bianca continued, sounding more anguished than angry. “You turned everything upside down, you–”

Braden launched forward and kissed Bianca assertively. She squirmed in surprise at his sudden move, but found it surprisingly comforting. Then, she allowed herself to be pulled into his embrace. His hands drifted from her cheeks and he began to run his fingers gently through her hair. She found herself transfixed, as she basked in the intimacy of the moment.

The mysterious heartthrob tenderly pulled her in closer. Then, without thinking, her own hands began to wander across his chest, worming their way underneath his shirt to touch his skin directly. Her fingers felt the well-defined contours and grooves of his muscular torso and the growing physical intimacy began to stir up baser feelings deep inside her.

Bianca realized suddenly what was happening and pulled away sharply, not sure if she was prepared to go that far. She composed herself and straightened her hair before speaking. “I hope you didn’t come all the way over here just so you could nail one of the local waitresses.”

“I came here to tell you that you don’t have to live in fear of those knuckleheads anymore,” Braden explained, as his conceited, brash exterior gave way to sincerity. “You’re absolutely right about me. I am a reckless, violent thug. I always have been. I can’t keep my opinions to myself and someone usually has a problem with what I have to say. When that happens, a fist or a crowbar is the tool I normally use to settle the argument. I had a serious problem with that prick treating you like dirt. Maybe I had no right to intervene to protect you, but I sure as hell don’t regret it.”

In spite of herself, Bianca realized that she was genuinely falling for this man. He’d swooped in and dealt with a problem she thought she’d have to endure for the rest of her days. Plus, his handsome looks and bad boy demeanor were helping her overcome her inhibitions and apprehensions about him.

Yet, the remaining sliver of caution in her mind continued to cry out. She knew virtually nothing about the guy. He’d be gone in the morning and would likely never return. She couldn’t just surrender herself to him, as if he were a knight in shining armor; but, a growing part of her wanted to. She’d felt the first sparks of attraction the minute she’d laid eyes on him. Those sparks were made all the more potent when he’d stood up for her. Despite her fears about provoking the Merrick boys, his defense of her – the poor damsel in distress – appealed to her on so many levels. Her heart was literally throbbing now and the last sliver of caution finally vanished, as she threw caution to the wind.

Bianca wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. He returned the embrace and caressed her body tenderly, as they stoked one another’s passions. He reached down and planted his hands behind her knees, lifting her up into the air. She yelped in surprise and clung on tightly to her lover, as he carried her effortlessly into the back of the diner. In her reverie, she did have the presence of mind to flick the light switch off.
No need for late night passersby to catch a glimpse of what was about to unfold,
she thought.

Braden sat her down on a stool behind the counter and began to undress her. She didn’t resist as her lover undid her waitress’s uniform and opened up her shirt. He kissed her all over her neck and chest and she rolled her head back in passive lust. At the same time, she ran her hands across his shoulders and back. She instinctively spread her thighs for him, as his hands felt their way across her belly and hips to her thighs. Then, she closed her legs again, so he could roll up her skirt and ease her panties down her legs, exposing her womanhood.

For Bianca, the passion was mixed with a feeling of intense vulnerability. With her pussy exposed, she felt totally naked to him already, even though she still had most of her clothes on. But rather than recoil from him, she embraced the vulnerability and meekly spread her thighs. Her sex was wet for him, eager to accept his masculinity inside its silken folds. He undid his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear, baring his manhood. It was hard to see in the dark, but she could make out the sizeable silhouette of his cock, already hardened into a thick, solid staff.

Holding onto his shoulders, Bianca moved to the edge of the stool and presented her pussy to her lover. He took his dick in hand and guided it towards its mark. She felt a rush of excitement sweep through her when she felt the fleshy tip kiss her labia, seeking entrance into her most sacred depths. With his manhood in position, he pushed forward with his hips, driving his cock inside her. Then, he released a gasp of pleasure, as the soft, womanly flesh engulfed his cock. Bianca gasped, too, as she felt the size of his rod inside her. She was a virgin and never had to accommodate anything so big inside of her before. Her inexperienced pussy worked hard to lubricate the masculine guest pushing its way inside.

When the tip of his cock kissed the doorway of Bianca’s womb, Braden held himself inside of her for a few seconds and allowed her to acclimatize to his presence. Bianca had never felt so overwhelmed in her life. A gorgeous hunk of a bad boy was joined to her at the crotch. The tip of his spear rubbed softly against her cervix and its thick shaft fit snugly inside her love-canal.

Braden cradled her close in his powerful embrace and she reciprocated the gesture, as she came to terms with crossing this threshold. It was an entirely new experience for her, and yet, it felt so right.

Braden pulled out a few inches and then thrust himself straight back into her, making her yelp. He repeated the movement again, then again, accelerating to keep pace with her body’s tolerances.

Her pussy stretched to accommodate him, as he thrust inside her. It was painful for her, but she endured as his tender movements gradually became more forceful. He had needs and she was the one who would to provide for them.

His strokes became quicker and more aggressive, while Bianca’s pussy lubricated itself to keep up. Before long, the pain was replaced by the wet sliding of his cock inside her and her yelps of pain became moans of pleasure. Each stroke sent a spike of euphoria through her groin and into her belly, making her cunt wetter as it sucked eagerly at Braden’s manhood.

The growing orgasm inside her triggered rhythmic waves of contractions in the muscular walls of her womanhood. These contractions rippled up and down her love-tunnel, caressing and massaging the length of his cock, as it rammed inside her. Her body was eager to spur him on, yet, she cried out for it to release. But, release would not come so soon.

Finally, Bianca squealed like a girl, as an orgasm rippled up and down her body, setting her belly on fire. She wrapped her legs tightly around her lover’s thrusting hips and embraced him closer still. Her body was desperate to receive the virile offering that was surely coming.

Sure enough, Braden’s own capacity to hold out was wearing thin. Bianca’s orgasm caused her pussy to tighten like a vice on his cock. It was like a warm, wet vice squeezed and caressed his manhood from top to bottom. He grunted aloud from the tightness of her cunt on his cock, but he thrust into her harder still. He ground his crotch into hers, producing liquid slapping noises. His climax was unstoppable and, before long, he could no longer resist the inevitable.

With a deliciously masculine snarl of pleasure, Braden forced his hips in between Bianca’s thighs as far as he could go and held himself there. He gripped her hips with dogged determination, while a new sensation invaded her pussy. A jet of warm, sticky liquid erupted inside her, followed by another and another.

In rapid fire succession, Braden unloaded the content of his sack into her vulnerable sex. She embraced her virile lover and used her legs to squeeze his hips into her crotch. She eagerly accepted his masculine tribute to her womanly temple.

The lovers embraced and kissed for several minutes, as they basked in the afterglow of their mutual ecstasy. Still buried inside the young waitress, Braden whispered to her, “Do you still wish I’d gone on my merry way earlier?”

“I think this makes up for it,” she giggled in response, still high on the feeling of sex.

They continued to hold each other for a little bit longer, connected at the crotch and snuggling against one another’s bodies.

“Thank you, by the way,” Bianca murmured softly, “for dealing with Chad Merrick and his crew. I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful earlier. I was just so scared of what they might do. God knows they’ve done worse in the past.”

“They know better now,” he reassured her. “My crew and I made damn sure of it.”

“And now that you’ve nailed the waitress at the local diner, you’re going to leave and never return,” Bianca concluded sadly.

“We’re nomads,” Braden explained. “We never stay in one place for more than a few days and we call no place home. The open road is our home. I have to leave. I’m sorry.”

“I guess it was too much to hope for,” she sighed. Braden leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. For such a rough thug, he was awfully romantic.

“We usually pass through the same town twice in a year,” he said to cheer her up. “Maybe I’ll come see you again.”

“And hopefully by then, the Merrick boys will still have learned their lesson.”

“I guarantee you; they won’t be a problem ever again.”

***

Six months later, the diner was bustling with activity. Once word had gotten around that the Merrick boys would no longer be frequenting the town’s diner, people came flocking back to enjoy the food. Bianca was busier than ever, serving customers at all hours of the day. She hired two new staff to help with the extra demand. It felt good to be free from the relentless abuse and the constant, looming threat to her diner. The townsfolk were all too happy to be free from town terrors and their highly placed patron, as well. The massive increase in business made it so much better, too.

The police investigated the Merrick crew and the town commissioner’s beatings. They also looked into who set fire to Chad Merrick’s 4x4. A group of itinerant bikers committed the beatings and the arson, but they had no other clues. No one knew who they were or where they were headed.

***

Bianca took away a tray full of empty plates and carried them back to the kitchen to be washed. Just as she’d put the tray away, a strange sensation made her gasp in shock. She sat down to rest for a while.

Taking off her apron, she reached a hand up under her shirt and felt her stomach. It felt like she had butterflies in her stomach and, at the same time, like something poked her from the inside. She kept her palm resting on her belly and waited a little longer. Sure enough, the poking sensation reappeared, making her stomach flutter gently. Bianca smiled, as she shed joyful tears. Her baby was kicking.