Trace

4 - I need a distraction

Fallon

Mother fuckin.g son of a bitc.h!

Why men feel it is their right to try and force you into se.x acts against your will is beyond me.

Piece of shi.t!

I refused a guy a private dance because I don’t do that. I pointed him in the direction of the girls who do. On my way out of the bathroom, he grabbed me and dragged me into one of the rooms, where he then tried to touch me in places he had no business touching me.

If that wasn’t bad enough, the fat, sweaty bastard tried to force me to suck his coc.k. I would've bitten the fuckin.g thing off if he had managed to get that tiny dic.k near my mouth. When that didn’t work, he called me all the vile names under the sun while pinning me against the wall and trying to r*****f what little clothes I had on. I punched him in the face, which caused him to backhand me.

Cunt!

I must have yelled loudly because Tammy was there in seconds, trying to pull him off me. She tried so hard to drag him away while screaming at him. I fought him off. Of course, I did, but I only managed to get one good slap in before he was dragged away from me by Tammy’s husband and beaten the hell out of.

Tammy grabbed me and pulled me away. She asked me to wait for Trace, whom she’d sent one of the girls watching from the doorway to get. I didn’t want to see Trace, so I told Tammy I’d go home, and she could settle tonight’s pay with me tomorrow. My tips are my own, and I stuffed them into my bag before getting the hell out of there.

All I need right now is to get home and use Scott’s weights and punch bag. I need to get this frustration out of me before I explode!

Men are such assholes! I could scream with how annoyed I was.

I hear the rumble of a bike behind me, and I flinch as it gets closer; it could be anybody in this damn town. So many MCs around this town and the surrounding towns, riding in and out, that it’s a scary place to be sometimes. Though I know this place is run by Snakes Henchmen MC. I don’t know them outside of work, and I don’t want to.

The bike pulls up right next to me. I should run and not look back. Not that I could ever outrun a motorcycle. However, I don’t, I freeze and turn to look at the biker beside me. My heart is racing, but I think I’m okay. It’s Trace. I can see him clearly in the streetlights.

Why the hell has he followed me?

I watch him remove that stupid fuckin.g helmet – what the fuc.k is it called again? Brain bucket. Yes. I inwardly laugh hysterically. Not only do they have silly nicknames, but their helmets do too.

He hangs it from his handlebars and gets off his motorcycle. “Why the hell are you walking home alone this late at night, gorgeous?”

I shrug. “What’s it to you?”

He chuckles. “Just curious. You alright?”

I nod. I’m fine, I don’t need anyone to check up on me. Besides, I don’t want to tell Trace anything. I just want to forget about what’s going on in my life right now. I want to forget that my brother will soon be gone from the world, and I’ll be here all alone with no family to care about me at all. Okay, someone, but I can’t think about them right now. I want to forget everything for one night.

Is that so wrong?

“You sure you’re okay?” Trace’s tone is softer than I’ve ever heard from a man like him. He comes closer, standing right in front of me with his big arms crossed over his even bigger chest. “Tammy told me about the asshole back at the club.”

“It was nothing. Happens sometimes.” I shrug like it’s nothing because it is, to me, anyway.

“Not on my watch, it doesn’t.”

I smile slightly. I have nothing to say on the subject. There’s no point to it.

“Come on. I’ll take you home.”

“I don’t want to go home right now, Trace. I just want to forget.”

He tilts his head to the side slightly, watching me, trying to read me. He knows I mean more than what happened. However, he doesn’t ask about it. Thankfully.

Trace startles me when he lays his hand on my face. His thumb strokes just under my eye, and I’m curious as to why he’s touching me. My stomach is turning over. I told myself I wouldn’t feel anything for a man like him, and my head is telling me, no, but my body is screaming, hell yes!

Right now, I’m going to listen to my body. I need a distraction, something to get me out of my head. It doesn’t mean anything, and I won’t even speak to him after tonight.

But why shouldn’t I let this hotter-than-hell biker be that distraction?

“Wanna go for a ride?”

“On your bike or your...?”

I chuckle as Trace laughs loudly. Then, he leans into me, his lips next to my ear, and his breath sends shivers down my spine. I might not like him, but my body certainly does. I’ve never had such a reaction to a man before. “Anything you want, little mouse.”

I can feel his shirt in my hand.

When did I grab his shirt?

I can feel myself breathing harsh and fast. My heart is beating hard in my chest.

What the hell is happening?

I’m not supposed to feel this way about someone like him. I’m supposed to feel this way about the man I will marry one day... HA! Not going to happen. Marriage is for idiot.s. But still.

Trace lifts and looks down at me, our eyes locked, and I’m begging him with my eyes to kiss me. I want him to kiss me so badly right now.

He runs his thumb over my lower lip and smiles. Bastard!

“Come on, little mouse, climb on.”

I climb on the back of his bike, the leather seat pressing hard against my aching puss.y. Aching because Trace has lit a fire inside of me, one I need him to kiss the flame of.

I watch Trace closely as he puts his helmet on my head and fastens it. “Don’t you need to wear this? What if you crash?”

“Your life is more important than mine, Fallon.” I’m gobsmacked. He climbs on in front of me. “Ever been on the back of a motorcycle before?”

“Yes.” Of course, I have, but he’s not to know that.

“Good, then you know to hold tightly.” Trace starts the engine, the rumble causing waves to shoot through my puss.y. God, I need to be fucke.d! “Oh, and Fallon? I never crash.”

He revs the engine, I grab him tightly around the waist, and he pulls off into the night, taking me, God only knows where, and I’m not sure I haven’t completely lost my mind. I don’t even know this man!

Let go for one night, Fal. Let go, be free. There’s a lot of shi.t to face tomorrow, but for tonight, be free.