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My Bad Boy Biker

By:Sam Crescent

Chapter One


Mandy Straus slung back another shot of vodka and  slid the glass to the bartender. "Fill her up," she said and tapped her  hands on the bar. Tonight was special. In the last five years since  leaving high school, she'd been working for a lecherous snake of a man  who'd done nothing but hit on her and make her uncomfortable. After all  this time, she'd stood up to him in front of his wife and told him to  keep his wandering hands to himself and to stick his job up his ass.

"You're looking a little out of sorts," Bill, the barman, said.

"Not  at all. I'm out of a job, but I don't have to deal with sexual  harassment anymore." She raised her glass and gave him a salute. Mandy  intended to get pissed, maybe do something completely out of character  like screw the first man she saw. At least a man she could stomach first  thing in the morning.

"I'll get you another one. On the house  this time," Bill said to her. Mandy gave him a dazzling smile and  flipped her long hair over her shoulder. The straight brown locks were a  nightmare to keep tidy but she loved having long hair. When she sat on  her bed brushing out the strands, the motion gave her a sense of peace  not many people could find.

Bill came back with her drink.

"Thanks."  She took sips rather than knocking it back. Mandy glanced at the  reflection in the mirror and wondered what the hell she was going to do.  Yes, she'd quit her job and felt liberated for her trouble. What was  she going to do about work?

A commotion behind her made her turn  around. Bill cursed. There wasn't anything of interest that she could  see, and she went back to her drink.

"Tonight's going to be a fucking nightmare," Bill muttered.

Sighing  in frustration, she turned back to the scene. A large man stood just  inside the doorway with his arms folded. Tattoos ran up and down both  arms, the muscles the same size as her legs combined. He looked cocky,  arrogant and dangerous. All three were a combination she despised in a  man. Having no interest, she spun in her seat and drank down her shot.  Bill stood near her, glaring at the man.

"What's with you?" she asked.

"He causes trouble wherever he goes. A biker. A thug and a pain in my fucking ass," he growled.

"Never seen him before."

"That's  because you're a good girl and never come to this part of town on the  rowdiest nights. Give it a few hours and you'll see. Dan Sawyer is a  royal fucking pest. I hate the summer. Brings all the fucking criminals  out." Bill handed her another drink and walked away.

He's so dramatic.

Intrigued  by the man who'd gotten to Bill, Mandy grabbed her drink and walked  over to a booth in the far corner. She wasn't up for company, and it  gave her a decent view of the room. Men and women danced to a country  tune as other groups played pool or drank beer. Bill had been right. She  didn't go out on Friday or most of the days that were high-risk for  social interaction.

Growing up in a family with three older  brothers and two prettier sisters, she'd felt like an outcast. Being the  late arrival in the family, she'd never felt a part of it, as she  didn't achieve as much as the others. Most of her family were high  achievers who craved respectability of the highest order. Even though  her family did everything to include her. She wasn't designed to crave  attention as they did.

The only outrageous thing that happened in  her family was with her oldest brother, Rick. He'd disappeared a few  years back with one of his friends-she couldn't remember his name - only  to return and settle down as best as he could. They'd stayed in touch  via letters, and she recalled sending him some pictures to help him with  his travels. That was the extent of her family's blackened name.


Most  of the time, she was happy to lay back, read a good book, and let the  world go by. The lecherous boss had been the only interesting thing to  happen to her. She sighed and took another sip of her drink. The effects  of the alcohol were warming her from the inside out. However, Bill had  also been a good friend to Rick, and she'd seen him water down the  strong liquor with water.

At least he didn't charge her the same rate as a full shot.







"Stupid," she muttered to herself.

"What's  stupid, darling?" Dan Sawyer asked from his position against the booth  where Mandy sat. He must have moved closer while she was away with her  own thoughts.

"Nothing," she said. Putting the glass to her lips,  she tossed the contents back with a flick of her head as if she had  nothing better to do than get drunk. Without asking permission, Dan  moved into the seat opposite her. His presence invaded every corner of  her quiet booth.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

He  didn't say anything and just stared, making her uncomfortable. Mandy  glanced around the room, but everyone seemed oblivious to her. Even  Bill.

"I wanted to come and sit with a gorgeous woman."

She ignored him and made to vacate the booth. Dan reached over and grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving.

"Don't go," he said.

"I don't want you here," she said.

"I  don't want to go anywhere else." The hand holding her arm moved down in  a caress to entwine their fingers. "Your skin is so soft."

"Do you seriously think I don't see through this?"

"What?"

"The  interest. I'm not the type of girl for you, so why don't you piss off  and distract a different girl who's drinking?" The guy may be gorgeous  and sinful but she wasn't in the mood to be a sloppy second. Who knows  where he's been. "Let go of my hand."

"No. I like the way you feel, and I'm not ready to call it a night yet." He gripped her tighter.

Mandy glanced toward the bar, hoping to catch the eye of Bill, who was busy chatting up a beautiful blonde.

Typical.

"Look,  I'm flattered you want to spend some time with me but really, I don't  want anything from you. All I want is to have a quiet drink and go  home," she said. As the seconds passed it looked less and less likely  she'd be left alone.

"Can I come and fuck away all your troubles?"

"Excuse me?" Surely, she'd misheard him.

"You heard me."

~* * *~

Dan  watched the beautiful, full woman with long, luscious brown hair. He  could see himself wrapping her locks around his fist as he fucked her  from behind. She had the body that could take a good, hard fucking.

He  moved to ease his cock, which was aching in the tight jeans he wore.  Shit, his cock threatened to burst, he was so hard. Who would have  thought a Friday night would see little Miss Mandy Straus in one of his  places?

She didn't know it, but he was best friends with her  brother even though it had been some time since he'd last seen Rick .  There was a ten-year age gap between them. Their friendship had remained  a secret as the Straus family hadn't wanted Rick hanging out with a  ‘bad boy.' Dan had been the guy who had always been in trouble, skipping  class and chasing after the ladies. He doubted if Mandy even recognised  him. It had been awhile since he'd last bumped into her in town. She  tended to walk with her head down, always hiding away from any  attention.

When Dan and Rick had turned eighteen, they'd hit the  road. Two rebels on bikes with the intention of exploring the world.  Mandy was the only one of the family to write and send pictures.  Somehow, no matter where they were, letters would follow.


They  hadn't done much exploring. Dan recalled being broke half the time and  needing to work to keep gas in the bike and food in his belly. At  eighteen he was nothing more than a stupid, immature bloke who was too  afraid to admit he liked being in his hometown.

In his head, Dan  knew he should leave this little angel alone. Seeing her sitting all on  her own and isolated had struck a chord deep inside him. He didn't like  seeing her like this. Strange, considering he was usually more the bang  'em and leave ‘em type. He'd never cared about a woman's feelings  before.

"I don't think you should be talking to me like that." She sounded outraged, which only made her seem more adorable.

"What?  You don't want me to tell you how hard I am and how I want to bend you  over this table and fuck you?" He watched as a flush appeared on her  cheeks.







"How dare you? You don't even know me." her eyes scrunched up as she glared at him.

I know you, sweetheart. And I want you badly.

"Then  why don't I take the opportunity to know you now? Don't you feel it?  The need to do something fucking unbelievable?" Dan saw the small spark  in Mandy's eyes as she latched on to his words and processed them. He  understood what she was thinking because he thought the same. Mandy  didn't want to spend her days living a lie. She wanted to live, and he  wanted to live with her.

"What do you mean?" she asked. The interest was there, and she'd begun to relax against his hold.

"Why  live half a life when you can live a full one? Come back to my  apartment with me." A niggle of guilt assailed him. Why was he picking  up his friend's sister? Dan could have any woman he wanted. He didn't  need to pick on little Mandy. Shaking his head to rid his mind of the  thoughts plaguing him, he smiled and drew her fingers to his lips. He  ran his fingers along her knuckles and stared into her eyes. She looked  so beautiful as she bit her lip, debating his proposal.

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