Curvy Ride (Men of Valor MC)

She’s shaking her head, side to side, her eyes wide. “I’m not like that... I can’t believe you think I’m like that.”

“Then why are you leaving?”

“Because I don’t want to overstay my welcome. We’re done, right? We had sex.” And she even whispers the word sex like she’s not accustomed to saying it out loud. I’d laugh if I didn’t know how important this conversation is.

“Yeah, honey, we made love. But I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay the night.”

Hope flares in her eyes, and she starts to say something but stops.

“What is it? What were you going to say?”

“Look at you,” she says, pointing at me.

I try not to take offense, but there’s a little bit of bitterness in my voice when I ask, “What about me?”

She rolls her eyes then. “You could literally have any woman you want. C’mon, Ice. You know it. You’re perfect. You’re hot. You’re in a biker club. You’ve got all those tattoos. You’re smart and possessive and demanding and bossy. You’re like the whole package.”

Still not understanding, I look at her, trying to figure it out.

Her face turns red, but she continues, “I’m your exact opposite. Well, I’m smart... but I’m fat, I’m more of a nerd...”

But before she can get another word, I’ve pulled her to me as I fall backward on the bed and pull her over top of me. “You’re not fat. Don’t say that.”

Her hands go to my shoulders, and she tries to push off me, but my hands are cupping her ass, keeping her right where she’s at. “I am fat. I’m just stating facts. I’m not upset about it or anything.”

I pull her in and tuck her against my groin. I know it’s crude, but I don’t care. My cock is hard in my shorts, and it’s all because of her. “I think you’re perfect, Addi. You’re everything I want.”

I lift my hips and push further into her. “Don’t give up on me when we’re just getting started.”

It takes a little more convincing, but I finally convince her to stay. And after another two orgasms, I doubt she regrets it.

I know I’m right. She’s definitely the one, and nothing’s going to stop me from making her mine. Not now, Not ever.

6

Addison

I wake with a jolt and stare around the room. It hits me suddenly that I’m in Ice’s bed, and it’s his warm body that is plastered to my back side. I close my eyes tight, images of last night moving through my head. I did more with Ice last night than I’ve ever been comfortable doing before. He destroyed all of my inhibitions until I felt completely wanton and acted like a hussy. I can feel my face heat at all the sexual positions he had me in.

I reach for my phone on the edge of the nightstand and it’s almost five a.m., just a few minutes before my phone alarm is set to go off. I open the alarm app and cancel it before pulling myself to the edge of the bed as easily as I can.

As I move to get up, I can feel in every muscle of my body exactly what I did last night. I’m sore in places I didn’t even know I could be sore in.

I take a minute to stare down at him, trying to commit him to memory. I know who I am. I’m the fat girl, the one that gets the broken heart in the end, and I’m not going to let it happen this time. Ice is not something I can recover from. So instead of waiting for him to walk away, I’m going to be the one doing the walking.

I gather my clothes that are strewn all across the floor, and with one last look at Ice, I get dressed in the living room, sneak out the door, and tiptoe down the steps into his shop. Luckily, there’s no one around at this time of the morning. I walk out the door, making sure to lock it on my way out and immediately see Patriot, who’s parked next to my car.

I can feel the heat rush through my body. I’m not embarrassed by what I did with Ice, but there’s definitely a tinge of the walk of shame when his buddy is sitting on his bike, smirking at me. He doesn’t say a thing to me, just nods. I tell him good morning and get into my car. I don’t even attempt to tell him not to follow me. I completely forgot about telling Ice to stop having Patriot follow me.

As soon as I’m home, I shower, dress, and wrap a scarf around my neck to hide all the marks on my flesh from our lovemaking. Even though its been unseasonably warm, no one will think anything of me wearing a scarf around my neck. Ice left marks on me like he wanted the world to know I was taken, and just thinking that way causes me to tremble.