Forever Faith: A Biker Romance Read online

  “Nothing. I am fine. Just help me get beautiful for my wedding.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure.”

  We go down to the salon for hair and makeup appointments. First time for me to ever do something like this. Liam included me, and everything is billed to the room. I have been through the nails and waxing so this should be a piece of cake. The stylists all lose their minds over my hair length. I am the center of attention. I tell them how much I hate it being so long, and direct the focus back on the bride. I guess these people are all used to the eleven a.m. wedding chapel brides. They are all wonderful to us.

  We spend over three hours. I am completely made up. Natural looking, but made up. My hair is now a normal length. Long hair but only long enough to fall around my breasts. Oh and surprise of all surprises, I am waxed clean this time. Hope you like it, Liam. You paid for all of this.

  I do my bathroom bit and wake Liam. He plans to shower while I dress.

  “You cut your fucking beautiful hair.”

  “Umm… yeah. Do you like it? I’m wearing makeup.”

  “You are always beautiful. I prefer to see your clean face, but you are beautiful.”

  My hair has been curled a little and it softens me. I watch him close the door to the bathroom and I put on the dress Megan picked out. Soft lavender and good for my coloring. It is a modern sheath dress and not typical wedding fair frill. She is wearing a short, white dress. Traditional and lacy, but short. We are like biker chicks playing dress up. I have tall silver stilettos that I have already practiced walking in. I hope Megan likes me.

  I go to the living room to wait for Liam to get ready. Kyle and Megan are being affectionate and I don’t get it. I cannot change that much. I will always feel like this about cheating. I could never forgive Liam. Kyle goes to the bedroom to finish getting dressed and Megan sits with me.

  “Don’t worry, Faith. I was just hormonal. You know I am going to get so fat with this baby. It’s ok.”

  “Just be sure, Megan. I want you to be happy.”

  Liam comes in and stares at me. Megan gets off the couch and goes to see about Kyle. Liam comes to stand me up. He looks at me from head to toe. Before, I was disappointed he didn’t pay too much attention to me after the haircut and makeup. Now he is over doing it. His eyes blaze over me from head to toe. I begin to fidget.

  “Jesus, Faith. You are a beautiful woman. You could be so much more than you are with me. You can go places and do things.”

  “I wanna go places with you and do things with you.”

  He kisses me lightly like he is afraid to mess me up.

  “Nice shirt.” I say. He is wearing a dressy, long-sleeved white shirt under his cut. Still has on boots and jeans.

  “Thanks. After this is over, I want you to wear it with nothing but those heels. You’re fucking killing me, Baby.”

  So we have a wedding, a late lunch, and a wedding night before getting up at daylight and hitting the road for home. While I don’t get it, Kyle and Megan are very happy.

  Liam spent last night being stand-offish He acted like he didn’t want to mess me up. He was afraid of my dress getting wrinkled or something. My mind began to worry about things. He is tired of me or he wishes he was with those strippers or all sorts of crazy thoughts until I finally stamp my foot and ask him what his problem is.

  “You are a lady. You can do so much better and you deserve to do better. I’m a dirty biker. Not fit to put my hands on this dress or on you. I’m a dirty biker.”

  “You promised me you were going to make me dirty too,” I say softly as I place his hands on my sides.

  We look down at his big, tan hands on the pastel material of my dress and my words have the desired effect on Liam. He squeezes the fabric in his hands until it tears away from my body. The beautiful dress lays at my feet in tatters. He pulls me to him by grabbing the center of my matching bra and I love it so much I pray it doesn’t get ripped also. He lets go to grab both hands full of hair at the back of my head and tilts me up for his kiss.

  “I love your hair, but no more cutting,” he says, pulling a little harder on it as he kisses me and I can only give a nod. His mouth is devouring me.

  “Get naked now,” he says without letting up on the kiss. I awkwardly remove my bra and toss it. I pull my underwear down and wiggle my legs to step out of them. He finally stops kissing and steps back from me to pull his shirt off and begins to unbuckle his belt and pants when he looks at me going slowly from my feet up. His eyes widen when he sees I am waxed. He takes in a breath and pulls me by my wrist closer to the lamp. His jeans still hanging open.

  “You are so fucking beautiful. This looks amazing. Your skin is amazing. Now I can see your big puffy lips dripping for my cock. Fucking gorgeous, Church Girl.”

  “Liam!” He goes too far with the talk sometimes. I am so embarrassed. He drops the jeans and steps out of them. He drops down and places a sweet kiss on me there. He doesn’t take it any farther and raises himself up.

  Kissing me and wrapping a hand around the back of my neck, he says, “We are keeping this,” meaning my waxing.

  “I did it for you,” I say and it is the truth. I wanted to be better for him. I want him crazy for me the way I am crazy for him.

  The night was one of our best yet again. I have no shyness or shame anymore.

  Liam introduces me to new things and it is never too much for me. I did end up, at some time during the night, after a bath together, wearing his shirt and the silver stilettos. They didn’t stay on for long, of course.

  I was sore and tender when I woke and dreaded spending a long day on the bike.

  I relive the night with the sun beating down on me as we barrel down the highway getting closer and closer to home. Around six, we stop to eat supper at yet another diner and I pout that we can’t just keep riding. We are so close. I think Liam is deliberately torturing me. I wolf down the sandwich as fast as I can while Kyle and Liam have a big proper dinner on their plates. Megan is oblivious. She is in no hurry.

  Finally we are outside of our town around eight thirty at night. We have to stop at the club before going on home. My legs and my butt hurt so bad. I just want to sleep in my own bed. Hmm. In our own bed?

  Only a few people are around. Jury asks me if I have any idea where Gypsy would be. He says she has been out late a lot, and he only knows Megan and me. I shrug and don’t say anything, but I catch Liam staring at me over Jury’s shoulder. Crap. He knows I know something.

  Lydia greets me warmly and hugs Kyle and Megan with congratulations. I feel different about her now that I know she and Stacy are sisters. Thankfully, Liam gets the hint and says we are out of there. He says it will be noon before he comes in tomorrow and calls for church around three if everyone can make it.

  Jury says he will let everyone know and says the merchandise from Sturgis is locked and secure. What? I am curious, but it is club business.

  My body almost refuses to cooperate and get back on the bike again. Painfully, I make it and hold tight to Liam for the final stretch home.

  We go inside the house and straight to the shower. Liam is just a step behind me with the bags. As I begin to undress, he pulls out toothbrushes and stuff. We strip off together and climb in under the water.

  No sex. Just soothing and clean. We dry ourselves, brush our teeth, and I crawl under the covers while Liam goes who knows where. I can’t stay awake long enough to be curious about it. I am out like a light.

  It is middle of the morning or later when I wake. No Liam in sight. I dress in my favorite shorts and tee and go to the kitchen to find Maria. I’m happy and surprised to see Liam at the table. He is working on some kind of ledger book and drinking coffee. He looks up and smiles to see me, pulling his chair out from the table to make room for me to sit on his lap. I am stopped by Maria hugging and kissing me and handing me my coffee. Liam smiles and shakes his head.

  “You are too good to me, Maria. Did you miss us?”

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bsp; “I miss you but not him,” she teases.

  “Let me have my woman before I fire you!”

  We laugh and she lets me go to Liam. He kisses me and I do indeed sit on his lap. I see he has already eaten and am happy it is only after ten and not as late as I thought.

  Maria brings food for me and puts it in front of the chair I usually sit in. She smirks at Liam and sort of dares him to say something. He still smiles and takes it in good humor. I slide off of his lap and go sit to eat. I am starved. Liam looks back to his work and we enjoy the quiet. The trip was never-ending noise and talk and excitement. Liam and I love the quiet. I eat less than half of what is on my plate and Liam finishes it off and asks Maria for more, if she has it.

  She dishes it up on my plate from her skillet right at the table. He dives in.

  “How are you not fat?” I ask and Maria stands waiting for the answer.

  “I get a lot of exercise,” he says, wiggling his brows at me.

  I feel myself blush. I knew better than to give him the opportunity to tease me.

  “You better stay in shape! She is a nice girl. Too nice for you and you are too old for her. Don’t get fat, too, now,” Maria scolds and still Liam is smiling.

  “I am going to marry this girl, Maria. Then she will really be ruined. No more nice girl,” he says and it thrills me and scares me in equal measure when he says he is going to marry me so casually.

  Maria knows him well enough to stop. She doesn’t carry on the banter and it is quiet again. Liam closes the big ledger and takes my hand in his on the table.

  Looking at the ledger book, I ask, “You haven’t heard of computers or Excel?”

  “I have, but I know how to strike a match to this when I need to and it’s not that easy to do when computers are involved.”

  “Oh.”

  “You have class tonight,” he says and I nod.

  “I have a project for you to do over the next day or two,” he says and he leaves the room, and returns with a small booklet, and lays it in front of me.

  “Study this and learn it so you can pass the written test and you can get your license this week.”

  “Oh, Liam! Really?” I am so excited. This is a huge deal to me. I jump up and kiss him. I am no longer shy in front of Maria, who is busy with laundry now. “Thank you so much.”

  “Just study hard and do it on the first go. You have an eye exam, a written and then a behind-the-wheel test,” he says.

  “I got this! I had the best teacher, after all.” I snuggle into him.

  “That’s right baby. I am going to teach you everything you need to know. I taught you how to drive. I taught you how to fuck. Everything.” He plants biting kisses along my jaw and down my neck between each word.

  I look to where Maria is bent over the laundry piles in the floor to be sure she didn’t hear that.

  Liam chuckles at my nervousness. “I have to go, but I will be home to eat supper with you before you leave for class. Do you have everything you need?”

  “Yes. I plan to study for my test all day.”

  “All right then. See you later baby.” He leaves and I realize we have been together constantly for more than a week. I miss him.

  I seriously study after clearing the table and helping Maria for a while. I have some first-day-of-school kind of jitters as time for class gets closer. I take a late afternoon shower and dress for class before Liam comes home for dinner. We talk about the club during the meal, and as I am cleaning our dishes and waiting for Gypsy to pick me up, Liam drops the bombshell that he knows I am in on what Gypsy is up to. He says he is telling me this now so I have a chance to tell Gypsy tonight before I tell him everything. He will be waiting for me when I get home and I will tell him everything. He will then decide what he will say to Jury.

  “Liam, Gypsy is my best friend. I am loyal to her.”

  “Your loyalty is to me first and the club second.”

  “What? I am not a member of your club. I can have girlfriends and secrets with them that don’t involve you and it doesn’t make me disloyal to you.”

  “You come straight home after school and be prepared to tell me everything. It’s up to you what you say to the girl. I was giving you that courtesy, but now I wish I wouldn’t have.”

  “Liam!” I yell, and he is walking away. Gypsy is in the open doorway. I didn’t know she was here.

  “Everything ok?” she asks and I am not sure how much she heard.

  “Fine. Let’s go.”

  The ride is silent for a few minutes until she finally asks, “Does he hurt you?”

  “No. I just disagree with a lot of his ideas. It’s nothing, really.”

  I keep getting lost in my thoughts during class. This is just another crack in the foundation of mine and Liam’s relationship. Another red flag. I try to use my trick of compartmentalizing everything and focus on the way I feel about Liam. I am just not sure how much more it can take before the bad far outweighs the good. I try to focus on the teacher and retain something. At the end of the class, I see almost everyone has pages of notes and I have only a few lines.

  Gypsy doesn’t offer to stop anywhere tonight and heads straight for the house. I don’t get up the courage to talk to her until we are almost there.

  “Gypsy, your dad was asking me about what you have been doing when I saw him last night and Liam knows I know something. He expects me to tell him and he said then he will decide what to say to your dad,” I rush it all out as fast as I can.

  “You have to tell him. It is like the old lady code or something. I get it.”

  “No! That isn’t right. I won’t say anything if you don’t want me to.”

  “Really?”

  “I swear. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

  “Liam may beat your ass, honey. You better tell.”

  “Oh! That is messed up. Don’t you see how wrong that is? This sounds like the Family!”

  We pull in the driveway without a clear answer and Gypsy jumps out of the car and comes in with me.

  Liam is sitting sprawled out on the couch, drinking a beer and watching TV. I know he is aware that the two of us came in. He just chooses to ignore us.

  “Boy, Uncle Liam, you sure have been tamed. Sitting alone watching TV instead of partying at the club. You have changed!”

  He gives her a look to crush, but says nothing. She begins telling him the whole story. She tells him the guy’s name and who his parents are and Liam nods like he knows them and he sees her problem. She says opposites attract and makes pointed looks at the two of us.

  Liam surprisingly speaks. He tells her to slow down. He will be telling Jury. He tells her it’s better they know where she is and what she’s doing instead of worry all night. He shocks me when he says he was worried she was messing around with Mike. I look at her face when he says that and she turns a deep shade of red. Wait! What? He is like, a forty-year-old biker that is truly good looking, but he is like, older than her mom and dad. What is this story?

  “Don’t worry, Uncle Liam. You put an end to that a long time ago. He doesn’t want his balls cut off.”

  What the heck? Anyway, Liam wraps it up with she is too young to be so serious. He mentions Megan being married and pregnant already and says, “You girls need to slow down. You have your entire life to settle with one guy.”

  Gypsy dramatically points to myself and Liam saying something about the pot calling the kettle. Liam doesn’t find the humor. In fact, he is angrier than before. I walk Gypsy to the door and hug her and say thanks for taking me out of the equation.

  I go to shower again and get ready for bed. Liam doesn’t move. I don’t want to talk because it will be a fight for sure. I dress in his tee shirt and a pair of panties and notice the TV is silent and the house is dark.

  I don’t investigate and just start to slide into bed. I have a heart attack when I see Liam in the corner of my eye, sitting in a chair in the corner of our bedroom, staring at me. I am scared of him. Truly afraid for th
e first time. He is in the shadows and shirtless, not moving, just staring at me like he hates me.

  “Liam?”

  “Sh.”

  “Liam, what is it? What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I gasp and my hand goes to my chest like some Victorian drama. I can’t ask anything that I want to. It just won’t come out.

  “I hurt women. Or I mean I have in the past. It was sex. It was a game. With women that like to play those kind of games. Or women that thought that was all part of “rough biker sex”. Part of their fantasy. I liked hurting them. I like that kind of sex. A lot.” He lets those words sink in, along with the images he has painted in my head.“But I don’t want that with you. I have feelings for you. You are precious to me. I know I get out of control when I am fucking you, but I would never want to hurt you. Not like that.”