Surviving The Biker (Motorcyle Club Romance) (15 page)

I looked backward and found that he was right. Not only had we moved far from the luau, but we were also well past the strip of hotels along the beach. I figured that were now on private property because of the houses nearby, but it didn’t look like anyone was home.

“Come on, let’s do it,” he said, removing his cut.

“What about sharks?” I said, staring toward the water.

“Relax. We’re not going to see any sharks.”

“Famous last words,” I mumbled.

“If you’re that nervous, we don’t have to go very deep.”

As usual, I relented for Trevor. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

“You say that a lot.”

I smirked. “Yeah, I’ve noticed. You’re a bad influence.”

“But a
good
bad.”

I chuckled. “A very
good
bad, if there is such a thing.” With my back to him, I began to remove my blue and white sundress, when I felt his hands slide around my waist.

“Let me help you,” he murmured, his warm lips on my neck. He raised the dress over my head and dropped it into the sand, leaving me standing in only my panties and white strapless bra. His hands cupped my breasts and he pulled me against his chest, which was now also naked. Feeling his hardness pressed against my butt, I closed my eyes and moaned as one of his hands slid down to my panties and began rubbing my clit through the fabric.

“That’s it, Kitten. Purr for me,” he whispered, pushing my bra up. Nibbling on my neck, Trevor took my nipple between his two fingers and pulled on it playfully. The mixture of pleasure and pain made me even wetter. I threw my head back, thrusting my breasts out so he’d pull on the other one, too. He went for it, pulling and squeezing the nub, sending delicious tingles all the way to my crotch.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he growled, sliding his hand under my panties. He slipped a finger inside of me and began strumming my clit again.

“Make love to me,” I moaned, as he slid another finger inside.

“Patience,” he murmured, teasing me by rubbing his cock against my ass. It felt so hard and I imagined it inside of me, thrusting in and out while I met his rhythm with my own.

“You make it hard to have patience,” I said, turning around.

Trevor pulled me against him and kissed my lips hungrily then he moved to my breasts, his tongue and mouth warm and wet. Closing my eyes, I slid my fingers into his long, blonde hair, enjoying the softness as he rolled my nipple between his teeth. As he moved to the other one, he dropped his hand to my mound again.

“You going to come for me on the beach, tonight, Kitten?”

“Fuck me and I will,” I whispered, touching the hard outline of his cock through his shorts.   

Releasing my breasts, Trevor got down to his knees and pulled my panties to the side, exposing my slit. Then, he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me down until I was sitting on his face. Staring up at me, he began stroking my clit with his tongue.

“Oh, my God,” I gasped.

“Pinch your nipples,” he ordered, pushing my hand up to my breast. “I want to see it.”

Trevor loved it when I touched myself, no matter if it was my breasts or other parts of my body. Sometimes he made me masturbate in front of him, which had been intimidating at first. I’d never admitted to doing it, let alone having a man watch me. But, in the end, I found it a real turn-on myself, knowing that he was excited by watching me do it.

I began pulling at my nipples, the way he had while he continued to suck and lick me down below. Every part of me was aching for release as well as his hard cock. Needing to feel it, I reached behind me and unbuttoned his shorts. When I finally had it in my hand, he gasped in pleasure and shoved his tongue deep inside of my hole.

“Yes,” I moaned as he did it again, his nose brushing against my swollen clit. “That… feels so good.”

He wiggled his nose between my slit with more intensity, and then thrust his tongue back in, noticing what it was doing to me. He repeated the process over and over, until I was screaming out an orgasm and nearly smothering him in the process. When I finally became still, he chuckled and flipped me over. “My turn,” he said, pushing his shorts down.

Lying on my back, I stared up at him as he plunged into me, both of our eyes locked together.

“I love you so much, Adriana,” he said, pulling out and then moving back in slowly. “I hope you know that.”

“Yes and… I love you, too,” I replied, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“The sand is a little hard on the knees,” he said after a few more thrusts. “Hold on to me tightly.”

Not sure what he was planning on, I did what he asked.

Trevor stood up and began carrying me toward the ocean.

“What are you doing?” I asked, as he stepped into the water.

“Taking you skinny-dipping,” he said, moving deeper. “Just like we planned.”

The water was cool, but pleasant, and the moment we were waist-deep, he pulled his hips back and began fucking me again. It was a little awkward at first, but after a while, we figured out a rhythm, and as our bodies splashed against each other, I realized how much I enjoyed skinny-dipping.

“Is it safe to come inside of you?” he breathed into my ear.

“Yes,” I replied.

Ever since he’d had the scare with Brandy, staying childless seemed to be in the back of his head. He knew that I was on the pill, but it still didn’t make him any less cautious. Normally, he even wore a condom.

Trevor stiffened up and held me tightly as he came, one hand buried in my hair, the other holding me against his chest. When he was finished, he kissed me again and then released me.

“This isn’t so bad now, is it?” he asked, after we swam out a little further.

“Not bad at all. Glad you talked me into it,” I replied, looking back toward the beach. My smile fell. “Hey, who is that by our clothes?”

He turned and scowled. “It’s Tank. What in the hell is he doing?”

“It looks like he’s leaving with our clothes,” I said, staring at him in horror as he began walking back toward the luau with them.

“Hey!” hollered Trevor, swimming quickly toward the shore. “Brother, what the fuck you doing?!”

Tank turned around and waved the clothing in the air, a shit-eating grin on his face. “What? You need these?”

I watched Trevor walk out of the ocean, buck-naked and he reminded me of some kind of sea god, with his long blonde hair and muscular physique, shimmering under the moonlight. He looked so incredible that even his perfectly sculpted ass looked like it was carved out of stone. I smiled as I pictured him cracking walnuts with his hard cheeks.  

“Enough of the shit!” hollered Trevor, now chasing Tank around in the sand, who was laughing his ass off. He said something to Trevor and soon both of them were giggling like a couple of kids. Eventually, Tank gave up the game and handed him back our clothing. Then he waved at me, and I waved back.

“Come on out!” hollered Tank. “We won’t bite!”

“I think I’m safer out here, with the sharks,” I hollered back, laughing.

“Speaking of, isn’t that a fin?” called Trevor.

I jerked my head around to look. “Where?!”

They both started laughing again.

“That’s not funny!” I hollered, flipping them off.

“Oh, shit! Not the finger!” yelled Tank.

“Trevor is getting more than that when I get out of here!”

“Lucky man! I’ll take off so you can beat his ass. Have a good night!” he yelled and then shook hands with Trevor, who was getting dressed. After exchanging a few more words, Tank took off and I eventually got out of the water.

“So, what was that all about?” I asked, pulling my panties on.

“Oh, Tank’s three-sheets to the wind,” said Trevor, handing me my dress. “He was just having fun.”

“How in the heck did he find us all the way over here?”

“Who do you think told me about this spot?” he replied, smiling wickedly.

“Tank’s already been here?” I asked, surprised. “With who?”

“Last night he met up with one of the islanders and she showed him this area. I guess those houses on the beach are rental properties,” he said, pointing toward the nearest ones. “I guess, right now, nobody is using them.”

“No wonder the cops haven’t arrested us yet,” I said dryly.

He smiled. “I wish I’d have known about them, we could have rented a private house on the beach instead of staying at the resort. Skinny-dip every night before bedtime. Run around naked for the next six days.”

“Wait a second, this was all planned?” I said, raising my eyebrows. “Our little rendezvous?”

“The swimming was. Not the sex part. That was a great bonus. I was hoping it would turn into something like that, though. I’m not going to lie.”

I grunted.

He stared at me. “Are you angry?”

“No. Why would I be angry?”

“I don’t know. I just want to make sure you’re cool with what just happened on the beach. I know you’re a little modest when it comes to sex.”

“Actually, it made it even more enjoyable. I kind of like having sex outdoors,” I answered, picking up my flip flops. “It’s going to be hard topping a round of sex that exhilarating.”

“Sounds like a challenge.”

“Does it?”

He grabbed my hand. “Fuck yeah. I can’t wait to beat it.”

“Think you can?”

He grabbed me and kissed me hard. “Woman, you know I can.”

And he did.

Over and over.

For the next six days.

We stayed in Hawaii for a week, having the time of our lives. Our days were filled with shopping and island excursions, like the snorkeling trip, along with a couple of other activities that Trevor had surprised me with. We even flew over to the Big Island of Hawaii one day, and received a guided helicopter tour of the volcanos. Another time, we went sailing on a yacht with Slammer, Tank, Frannie, and Jessica, who eventually opened up to me. We had a lot in common and I could tell she was relieved to meet someone who shared a lot of similar interests. At the end of the sailing trip, we exchanged phone numbers and promised to get together some evening, when we returned to Iowa.

  Evenings on the island were just as wonderful as the days and we usually hooked up with other members of the Gold Vipers for dinner and sometimes dancing. As I got to know each one of them, and the ladies in their lives, I began to understand Trevor’s love and commitment toward Slammer, his club brothers, and the kind of lifestyle they’d chosen. Even though I was still pretty shy around them, I began to feel like I was accepted, especially by the other Old Ladies. They even began to call me Kitten, which Trevor said was now my Road Name. 

When the trip was over and we returned to Jensen, it was snowing and the roads were bad.

“I’ll call you after I get home,” said Trevor, as the airport limo service dropped me off at my mother’s house. He’d helped me bring my luggage into the foyer and I felt sad, knowing that I wasn’t going to be sleeping in his arms that night; I was already missing Trevor and our hut in Maui.

“Okay,” I said, not wanting him to leave. My eyes filled with tears and I suddenly felt a little foolish for being such a sap.

He stared into them. “Are you okay?”

I nodded and smiled. “I just had so much fun. It’s kind of sad to know that it’s over.”

“There will be more trips and more excitement,” he said, smiling. He leaned over and gave me a kiss. “I promise.”

“I know.”

He pulled back and stared at me, his eyes a little sad now, too. “Kitten, you look exhausted. You should really get some sleep. I didn’t let you do much of it in Hawaii.”

I laughed. “I didn’t want to. I mean, who wants to sleep when there’s so much to do in such a beautiful place? I feel like we could have stayed two more weeks and we’d still miss out on something.”

“I know what you mean. We definitely have to go back.”

I nodded.

“Who knows, maybe we’ll go back there some day and get married,” he said, smiling at me.

My heart swelled. “You and I? Married? Out there?”

He laughed at my excitement. “Yeah, or maybe a different island, since I’d feel a little tacky copying Slammer’s wedding. Hell, maybe we’ll just get married in Jensen and have our honeymoon in Hawaii. It could just be you and me next time. It would probably be much more romantic.”

I squealed. “Really?”

“Really.”

I threw my arms around Trevor and hugged him close. “I love you so much,” I whispered.

“I love you too, Kitten,” he whispered back, our foreheads pressed against each other.

We stayed like that for a couple more seconds and then Trevor pulled away. “I have to go before the driver tacks on more charges,” he said.

“Okay. Call me.”

“Oh, you know I will.”

After he left, I called my mother, who was at the shop, to let her know I was back.

“How was it?” she asked.

“Like I told you yesterday, it was amazing,” I said, unbuttoning my jacket. “We can’t wait to go back.”

“So, you’re already planning on more trips with him,” she said, sounding less than thrilled.

“Yes. Mom, why can’t you just lighten up? Trevor is a great guy. He loves me and I love him,” I said, wanting her to understand how important he was to me.

“Oh, now it’s love?”

I groaned. “Yes, it is. Why can’t you just be happy for us?”

“I will once he grows up and gets away from that gang.”

“They’re nice people and you just don’t understand,” I said, giving up. “Look, I’m tired from the flight and I don’t have the energy to do this right now. What time are you getting home?”

“We’re open later, because of Christmas, remember? I should be home after ten. Can you work tomorrow?”

“Yes. Of course.”

“Oh good. What about your classes?”

“They don’t resume until January,” I told her.

“Okay. Do you want me to bring you home something to eat?”

My stomach rumbled at the mention of food. “Sure.”

“What would you like? Tacos? Burgers?”

“Both?” I said, chuckling. “There wasn’t much to eat on the flight.”

“There is some leftover lasagna in the refrigerator,” she said. “I had Jim over for dinner, yesterday.”

“Oh, great. I’ll just eat that,” I said, my mouth already watering.

“You sure you don’t want me to pick up anything?”

“I’m sure. Don’t bother with the fast food. Just get home. The roads are bad, so be careful,” I said, looking outside at the snow, which was falling harder than when we’d left the airport. “Our driver had a difficult time keeping it on the road, and it’s starting to snow even harder than before.”

“I will be careful,” she said.

After we hung up, I went into the kitchen and warmed up a large plate of lasagna. When I was finished with that, I heated up a bag of popcorn in the microwave because I was still hungry. As I waited for it to pop, I touched my thickening stomach and sighed. If I kept stuffing my face, I’d have to move up to the next pant size.

It’s just your period,
I told myself.
You’re just getting bloated.

I hadn’t had it yet, but I’d just ended another cycle of birth control pills and knew that it was due any day. I thought about the pregnancy test I’d purchased, when I’d been so sick the month before, and was glad that I hadn’t opened it. Whatever had been ailing me seemed to have disappeared around the time of my kidnapping. Now I could return it and get my money back. Twelve bucks was twelve bucks.

I poured the bag of popcorn into a large bowl and grabbed a bottle of water. Taking it up to my bedroom, I set it on the dresser and changed my clothes. When I was comfortable and in my pajamas, I turned on the television and started flipping through the channels. A few minutes later, my cell phone rang.

“Hi, Kitten. Miss me yet?”

“Yes,” I told Trevor. “I’ve been drowning my sorrow in food. I just had a large plate of lasagna and now I’m eating popcorn.”

He laughed. “Did I mention that I loved the fact that you have such a hearty appetite?”

“Yes, a few times.” I shoved another piece of popcorn into my mouth. “I never used to eat like this, though. It’s kind of weird, actually.” I sighed dramatically. “It must be that I’m in love. My feelings for you are going to ruin my figure. Thanks a lot.”

“I doubt that anything could ruin your figure.”

“Have I told
you
lately that I love you?” I replied between bites of popcorn.

He chuckled. “Are you still eating?”

“Yes. I told you. I made some popcorn. I keep getting the munchies.”

“Have you been smoking something illegal that you want to tell me about?”

I laughed. “Gosh, no.”

He was silent for a few seconds.

“Hello? You still there?”

“Do you think that you could be pregnant?” he asked quietly.

There was no laughter in his voice, this time, and I could almost hear the crickets chirping in the background.

“Don’t even go there,” I said, feeling suddenly anxious. “Anyway, I’m on the pill. I’ve told you that.”

“It’s not one-hundred percent affective, you do realize that.”

“Don’t worry. I’m
not
pregnant,” I repeated, remembering the conversation we’d had on Maui. He’d told me that he wanted to have at least three children, but not until he was in his thirties. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Kitten, I
want
you to do that to me. Someday, when we’re both ready. You know how I feel about kids.”

“I know.”

“I want a big family and believe it when I say that I want
you
to have my babies. I want to grow old with you and spoil the hell out of our grandchildren. You feel me?”

“Yes.”

“But, if you were to get pregnant at any time, I’d man up and take care of you both. I love you, Adriana. More than anything.”

Tears sprang to my eyes. “I love you, too,” I said, my voice hoarse.

He chuckled. “You crying?”

“No,” I replied, reaching over to my nightstand. I grabbed a tissue and wiped my eyes. “Of course not. It’s allergies.”

“Jesus, yes you are. Do us a favor and buy a pregnancy test,” he said. “So I know whether or not I need to start saving for a college fund.”

“I’m not pregnant,” I reassured him. “Really.”

“Glad you’re confident about it but you should take one of those tests, though. Just in case.”

“As a matter of fact, I have one.”

“You do?”

I explained how I’d been throwing up a few weeks ago and had considered the possibility.

“And you never bothered to let me know that you were worried enough that you went to the drugstore and purchased a pregnancy test?”

“There was so much going on at the time. There was that thing with Brandy, and then I was kidnapped and held hostage by the Devil’s Rangers,” I replied. “It’s not like it was on the top of my head at the time.”

“Do me a favor and take the test. We’ll both feel better.”

“I’m not pregnant,” I said. “You’ll see.”

****

An hour later, I stared at the pregnancy stick in horror. There was a blue plus-sign. Per the pamphlet on the box, it was an indication that I was indeed pregnant.

“I am
not
pregnant,” I growled, grabbing another test stick to try again. Less than three minutes later, after peeing on the damn thing and almost dropping it into the toilet because my hand was shaking so badly, I tested positive again.

I called Trevor back.

“Well?” he asked.

I started to cry.

“Oh, Kitten.”