5 Bikers for Valentines

“God, you drive me fucking crazy,” he said.

A warmth filled me from the inside out. I so badly wanted to smile, to revel in the sensation of being wanted. But, I knew that there was no way we could end up together. I knew this little fairy tale couldn't be.

I moved beside him and felt his cock slip out of me, and with it, even more of his seed. It trickled down my leg, even as I clenched my thighs and tried to keep it inside of me. Not that losing a little would do much harm, I supposed, but I wanted to do my best to increase our chances for success.

Though, in reality, part of me hoped we'd have to try at least a few more times.

Malcolm held me close, my tiny body enveloped by his, and before too long, he'd fallen asleep with his big, strong arms holding me pressed close to him.

At first, I fought sleep, afraid that Malcolm might be gone when I woke up. But eventually, exhaustion took hold and darkness crept in at the edges of my vision as I felt myself drifting off.

~ooo000ooo~

I opened my eyes, and at first, I feared I'd been right about Malcolm leaving. I was alone in the hotel room, a strained silence all around me. I'd been covered up at some point while I slept, the blanket tucked in around me. Malcolm though, was nowhere to be found.

I sighed, reminding myself that what we had wasn't anything special. It was a business arrangement. Just because the sex had been romantic and amazing didn't make it anything more than a working deal between us. A deal we were both getting something out of.

I sighed and sat up in bed, and that's when I saw a note on the nightstand next to me.

Casey, went to grab us a bite to eat. Be back soon. Malcolm.

He was coming back, with food. For both of us. A smile spread so wide across my face, it almost hurt. I dropped the note and reprimanded myself – don't get attached, Casey. He's being nice because you're doing him a favor, not because he cares for you. Don't forget that.

His words from earlier, when we were in the midst of making love, echoed through my ears though, and seemed to counter that argument.

So what if I drove him crazy? It didn't mean he could – or would – ever love me or want to be with me. I had a chance to change my life and the lives of my family. I couldn’t screw it up by being overly emotional.

I was in the middle of an internal argument when the door opened, and Malcolm stepped inside with In-n-Out bags in his hands.

“Figured you're a California girl,” he said, his hair wet as if he’d showered. “And what true Californian doesn't love In-n-Out, am I right?”

“Malcolm, you really didn't have to go to all the trouble,” I said.

“I know I didn't have to,” he said, plopping down on the bed beside me. “I wanted to. Figured you'd be hungry when you woke up. I know I was.”

He pulled out a cheeseburger and handed it over to me, an adorable smile on his face. “I hope you like Animal Style fries.”

“Duh, who doesn't?” I said.

“Good girl, that's what I wanted to hear,” he said. “Think we should eat at the table?”

“Probably be less messy,” I said.

I was naked underneath the blanket still, and even though Malcolm had seen me in all my glory already, the idea of standing up now and exposing myself stressed me out a bit. Being naked in the middle of sex was one thing, but afterward, when the passions had cooled, would he still find me as attractive?

Not that it matters, I reminded myself.

“Yeah, you're probably right,” he said. “But, there's something incredibly indulgent about eating in bed. Probably because we were never allowed to do it as kids.”

“My parents couldn't have cared less if I ate in bed or not,” I told him.

He cocked his head to the side like a puppy. “Really? There were no rules against it?”

“Nope. None,” I replied. “Truthfully, my mom was always at work and couldn't micromanage us like that. And Dad – Dad didn't really care what we did.”

“You have siblings?” he asked.

“I do,” I said.