Teaching the Biker (Bad Boy Romance) (2 page)

Chapter 3

The bed was small for two people, and Elena smiled as she pulled the covers back. “I’m afraid that there’s not enough room here for the two of us.”

“We’ll make do
,” he said, as he took off his shirt. He had brought his leather jacket into the room, hanging it across the back of her dressing-table chair. She couldn’t resist the urge to walk over to it and stroke the soft, worn leather. It was rough as a hide and yet supple, too.

“Why don’t you try it on?” He came over to the chair and picked up the jacket, holding it open for her.

“Oh no, I couldn’t,” she said, but she reached out an arm nevertheless. It slid on effortlessly, although her hand disappeared inside the long sleeve. Instead of sliding her other arm into the jacket, he reached forward and kissed her.

“It feels great against naked skin,” he said, as he reached around her, encircling her body with his arm. Holding her against him, he started to undo her blouse. His fingers spreading the material as each button came lose. She tried to stop him at the first touch, but he had her free hand pressed against her body, and the other hand was somewhere inside the leather jacket which he was still holding. He kissed her again, but when she moved away from him, he said, “I’ll stop if you ask me to.”

She said nothing, and as he reached the last button and pulled the cloth aside, she leaned against him. She could feel the muscles under his shirt ripple, as he moved his hand back up towards her bra. He cupped his hand around her breast and let go of the jacket, pushing the bra band up over her breasts.

The jacket slid to the floor, and she felt the thin material of her blouse follow shortly after. He turned her around to face him and pressed his mouth to her lips, her neck, and then down to her breasts. He was pressing her towards the bed, but she could hear David, snoring like a fool. She suddenly evaded his grasp, slipping out of his arms and moving so that the corner of the bed was between them.

He ran his hand across his mouth and suddenly started laughing. “You needn’t look like a rabbit caught in a headlight. I won’t harm you.” With that, he picked up his coat and threw her blouse casually onto the bed.

Elena pulled her blouse back on and said, “I’m sorry. I just can’t with David snoring next door.”

“Worried your boyfriend might wake up?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” She realized that she was shouting and lowered her voice. “He is my ex. This was our apartment until we broke up. I’m moving out soon.”

“Soon? So shall we put off this meeting until a more convenient time?”

She nodded her head. “You didn’t know David wasn’t my boyfriend?”

“No, I was surprised as hell when he came through the door.”

“At least Joey didn’t say anything to you, then.”

“Why would Joey say anything?”

“Oh, he is determined to find someone to set me up with. He’s been trying to bring us together.”

Mike burst out laughing. “Well, I always knew he was a good-hearted boy. Now, it seems as though he is a clever boy, too.”

He turned and left before Elena could say anything else. When she went out to the living room, she found that he had moved the still-sleeping David, apparently with ease. She frowned, and threw herself down onto the sofa, hearing the strings squeak and groan.

***

David didn’t stir until the early hours of the morning, and Elena had slept very little before it was time to leave for school. She crossed the playground with bleary, half-opened eyes, watching her class standing in front of the steps with their arms folded, as always.

I really must improve my timing
, she thought.

As she went up to the children to lead them in, she heard the distant roar of a bike. She found herself turning hopefully towards the noise, against her better instinct. Then, she sighed in disappointment, as the bike drove along the street, disappearing past the row of bushes, and not even stopping to look at the school gates.

She continued to walk towards the classroom, but her mind was always listening, hoping to hear the sound of the bike coming in through the school gates. She stared out the window regularly, hoping to see him again, but he never appeared. She was so busy looking for Mike that she didn’t notice a small group of women gathering at the gate.

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Chapter 4

The first she knew about the women standing at the school gate was at dismissal. Joey came to stand by her side, rather than running out to greet his father or uncle. He looked at her with wide eyes, and when she asked what was wrong, he pointed with a trembling finger towards the women.

“It’s Missy,” he said. Elena urged him to go and talk to her, explaining that, after all, she was his uncle’s girlfriend. Instead, Joey hugged his books to his chest, shook his head, and said, “She’s angry with me because of you. She’s been angry since last night.”

With a sinking heart, Elena tried to think about what she should do next. She couldn’t let Joey stay on the school grounds much longer, but if he refused to go home, she knew that the school would call child services and have him removed. Joey’s father and uncle could lose him forever if he wouldn’t go out to talk to Missy.

She didn’t have to worry because Missy was more than keen to come in and talk. Elena didn’t even see her walk up to the classroom, so she jumped when the door flew open. Suddenly, Missy was standing there, her hair caught up in a tight ponytail and wearing a thick, leather jacket which almost overwhelmed her small frame. Her hands were bunched into fists, and her thin mouth was drawn into a straight line.

“Out,” she said to Joey, but the boy hesitated. “I said
out
. Get walking.”

“Dad would never allow me to walk by myself.”

“I’ll pick you up later. Just you start walking. Me and your teacher are going to have some words.”

Elena stood up, but Missy shook her head and waved her back down. Joey took off, and she could hear his feet crossing the pavement. After he left the classroom, some of the other women came into the room.

“Mike Murray is mine,” Missy said, folding her arms and leaning against the doorframe.

“You can have him,” Elena said, “if you can keep him.”

“I said he is mine. You keep your hands to yourself. I don’t need a cheap slut like you coming between us.”

The other women nodded and murmured agreement, and Elena suddenly felt very angry.

“He’s not yours, and he never was. You’re not married or engaged. As far as I know, he’s just a friend who lets you share his bed.”

She rose out of her seat, and Missy charged towards her, hands swinging. She hit Elena soundly on the cheek, causing her to fall back into her chair. In the process, she hit her thigh against the side of the desk.

“Just stay away from him,” Missy said. “I won’t tell you again.” She went to walk out and then stepped back into the room. “What he could possibly want with a mousy little thing like you, I don’t know. He belongs with his own kind.”

She managed to slam the door behind her, and Elena was left siting in the empty classroom, her cheek turning red.

***

She went back to her apartment, feeling even more miserable than ever. She sat slumped on the sofa all evening. Once again, David had not spoken to her since she came home, and this time, she didn’t speak to him, either. If he was surprised, he didn’t show it or say anything before he left.

A few moments after he went down to the bar, Elena heard a knock at the door, and then Mike’s voice calling her through the glass. “Elena, Elena.” She went downstairs, uncertain whether to let him in or send him back to Missy. For a moment, they just looked at each other through the glass.

When he saw her, he frowned and rattled the door handle. She tried to get him to leave, but he wouldn’t go. Instead, he stayed where he was and kept rattling the handle until she let him in.

“Has he done this to you?” he demanded, without even a greeting. She put her hand to her cheek. “Has he? I’ll find him now if you tell me he has.”

“It was Missy,” she said, barely able to breathe under the fierceness of his gaze.

“Missy!” He was almost howling with rage now. She put her hand on his arm, desperate to keep him in the hallway.

“It’s nothing.” She took hold of his leather jacket and tugged it, forcing him to look down at his arm. “David has gone out for the evening.”

She saw the rage leaving his face, and it was replaced by tenderness for her. He gave her a long, slow kiss. Then, he pulled her through the door and out into the night. “You’re such a square,” he said. “You even forgive your enemies.”

“Don’t you forgive yours?” she demanded, struggling to walk at the pace he demanded.

“I have trouble forgiving my friends.” He was smiling now, and she felt such relief that she didn’t ask where he was taking her. Instead, she let him lift her onto the bike, clinging tightly to his jacket as he started the machine and roared down the road.

***

Within a few minutes, they had left the town behind them, and she was hanging on for dear life as he roared along the road. She didn’t feel safe, but the pounding of her heart meant more than just panic. She was excited to be in his arms again, thrilled by the danger and speed of the whole thing.

He turned the bike onto one of the dirt tracks which ran through the woods. Then, he gradually slowed until they were gliding along the mud surface. She raised her head to look at the stars, but could see nothing through the darkness of the trees.

He stopped the bike in the middle of the woods and helped her down, taking her by the hand and leading her into one of the clearings. She went with him willingly, eager to know where he was taking her and too excited by the bike ride to think of objections. He seemed to know that she was in a trance and lead her carefully through the trees. His other hand rested on her back, gently guiding her.

***

Chapter 5

They had walked some distance away from the bike
and the dirt track, but Elena could still hear the humming sound of another dirt bike heading in their direction. She looked at him anxiously, but he shook his head and told her not to worry about it. She knew without a doubt that he would look after her.

He laid her down on the soft grass, kissing her gently all over her body. He even ran his mouth along her blouse and snatched up small clumps of the cloth with his teeth, tugging it until she giggled. He seemed determined only to kiss her and have her kiss him, but she had started to want more.

She pressed his hands into her body, feeling the heat of his flesh through her clothes. Then, she put her own hands to her blouse, ready to unbutton it for him. Before she could proceed, he kissed her and reached his hands up to her buttons, undoing them and pushing the soft cotton of her blouse apart.

She opened her eyes briefly and saw him gazing back at her, his dark eyes burning a hole in her flesh. She shut her eyes again and sighed so heavily that he immediately returned to kissing her again. He pushed his hands against the edge of her soft bra, taking it up and over her breasts again. Then, he put his mouth down to the nipples, licking and nibbling at them until she gasped.

He took one of her breasts in his hand, applying pressure to it and making the nerve endings sing. She gasped again, and he pressed his lips down on her open mouth, plunging his tongue between her teeth, again and again.

Now, he let go of her breasts, as his fingers trailed across her belly. She tensed as he approached her side where she was ticklish. He settled his fingers on the edge of her pants, sliding a finger under the waistband and then withdrawing it. Then, he ran his hands down towards the buckle and zipper.

She was desperate for his kisses and swiveled her body towards him. She pressed her flesh against him, even though she had to arch her back to touch his stomach. He soothed her with tender hands and a soft voice, whispering in her ear; but, she struggled to reach him until he planted another kiss on her mouth.

She moaned again, and this time he put his hand inside her pants, massaging the flesh of her thighs and skimming the very edges of her pubic bone. She shivered with delight, and she felt his kiss turn into a smile of pleasure.

He withdrew his hand and unbuttoned her pants. Then, he took her hand and pressed it to his jeans. She unbuttoned his jeans, feeling the pressure from his arousal against her hands. At the same time, he was inching down her pants. Then, he slipped his fingers through her underwear and tore them away, breaking the elastic and leaving her exposed.

He pushed her flat onto the grass beneath them, rising up above her as she lifted her head for another kiss. His hands were between her legs, teasing them open and stroking her softly. As she parted her legs to get closer to his hand, he thrust himself into her. Stroking her and kissing her breasts, he thrust again and again. She was moaning with each pulse, feeling that he might split her in two and almost anxious for that moment.

She put her hands on his back and held onto his body. Her grip was the same as it had been when she had held onto the wild, purring engine while it had gathered speed. He was giving her the same thrill of danger, of power that she had felt with the superbike. However, he was also giving her a much stronger, more intense experience.

The bike ride had been excitement mixed with panic, but now she was able to relax and revel in the feelings of the moment, in the excitement and joy of not having to do anything but give herself to him. As the thrusting and stroking sent shivers along her flesh, she tipped back her head and roared into the sky. He followed her soon after, panting and exhausted. They lay together on the grass for a long while, shivering with excitement under a dark sky.

***

He brought her back home to her apartment and kissed her before leaving. She let go of his jacket as easily as she had clung to it on the ride home and then turned to head inside. He took her arm, holding her against the bike for a few seconds.

“Don’t you want to arrange our next date?”

The silence after his question became uncomfortable. Finally, she nodded and said, “I’ll see you in the schoolyard some time. We’ll talk again there.”

He gave a laugh and let go of her arm. “Don’t worry, Elena. I’ll arrange something with walls and a ceiling next time.” He leaned forward and plucked a leaf from her hair.

“Maybe,” she said, but she turned to look at him anyway. She felt freer than she had before, able to call her own shots and decide whether she wanted to date Mike again or not.

He didn’t seem surprised by her answer and laughed again. “I’ll be happy to see you whenever you say you’d like to,” he said. “Maybe I’ll even bring Bad Babs, and you can try her out for size. “

She shook her head. “I can’t ride a motorbike,” she said.

“Well, you’ll have to learn. My bike wasn’t built to constantly carry a passenger. Besides, I want a woman who can handle a bike and likes to ride.” He put his hand under her chin, raising her head so that she could look at him. “You need a bike, Elena,” he said. “You need more from your life than a job and a house, and I need more from you than day-to-day emotions. I need passion from you, the passion you can get from being on the open road.”

He took her hand, and Elena nodded. Then, he let her go. He fired up the motorbike, and she watched him speed down the street until she couldn’t see him anymore.