The Biker

Her cab pulled into the parking lot of a local bar. She got out and, shivering, walked to the door. She noticed a dozen Harley Davidson's parked in front of the bar which was odd because this wasn't a biker bar. In fact, she couldn't recall ever seeing more than two or three motorcycles here at one time. Shrugging it off, she went inside. She walked over to the bar, took off her jacket, and sat down as she looked around the bar and noticed that these bikers were just about the only ones here.

He smiled at her and went back to his pool game. She looked over her shoulder at the man who bought the drink. He was gorgeous! He must have been nearly seven feet tall. He had long auburn hair that was pulled back in a ponytail, a mustache and goatee, and the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen. She noticed the tattoos that covered his long, muscular arms, his broad shoulders, solid chest, flat stomach, and long sexy legs. Realizing that she was staring, she looked up at his face and saw him staring back at her. She felt her cheeks growing hot as they turned red, and looked away. What was wrong with her? No man had ever had this affect on her before.

He saw her walk in. She stood about 5'8, had long brown hair that hung loosely down her back, and deep blue eyes. She wore black jeans that fit her perfectly, a purple silk shirt that clung to her body, and a long black coat. He watched her as she walked to the bar and pulled off her coat. She looked over at him after the bartender gave her the drink he bought and saw her staring at him. The top three buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned showing just enough breast to make him want to touch her and her long legs and firm butt were hidden beneath her tight jeans. He smiled when she blushed and looked away. He could tell she wasn't the type to go around picking up strangers in bars. He made up his mind; she was his tonight, she just didn't know it yet.

After a few more games of pool, and several more beers, the bikers got up to leave. She saw them walking in her direction and sat facing the bar, hoping they wouldn't notice her. They didn't seem to know she was there at first, then one of them saw her and started whistling. The others turned to look at her and quickly joined in. She sat there not sure what to do. She was more embarrassed than scared as she hated being the center of attention. All of a sudden she felt a man's fingers gently pulling the hair back away from her ear and froze. She had heard stories about what biker gangs did to women and was terrified, knowing that this must be what they had planned for her.

What in the hell was she doing? She couldn't believe the way she was acting, leaving a bar with a total stranger. And A biker at that! She knew better! He could be taking her anywhere, do anything to her. And he was so big, there was nothing she could do to stop him. Hmmmmm..... What was he going to do to her? She imagined running her hands over his solid chest, down his flat tummy, down between his legs...... Stop it! She told herself. She noticed her hands had crept lower while she was thinking. She smiled and quickly put them back where they should be. This is going to be one hell of a night.

He couldn't believe she had come with him. She looked scared of him and his friends in the bar, but she didn't seem scared when she climbed on his bike. He didn't like picking up women in bars, but there was something about her. He liked the way her arms felt around his waist. He felt the bulge in his jeans begin to throb as her hands started to wander down his stomach. He smiled when she jerked her hands back up all of a sudden knowing that she was thinking the same thing he was. Not paying attention to where he was going, he almost missed his turn.

They pulled into the driveway of a small house. He turned off the engine and stood up then helped her off the bike, took her by the hand, and led her to the front door. She waited as he unlocked the door and turned on the light. She wanted to tear his clothes off right there. He took her hand and led her inside, closing the door behind him. It took all he had not to rip her clothes off and take her there on the porch. She looked around suddenly wondering if they were alone. He seemed to read her mind and said, "Don't worry, we're alone."

She felt her face turning red again. Why wouldn't they be alone? Because he was a biker? She turned and looked up at him and saw his desire burning in his eyes. Slowly she walked toward him. He gave her a wickedly seductive smile as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, catching her off guard. She quickly relaxed and returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He pressed his tongue against her lips, and felt them part, allowing him in. He explored every inch of her mouth with his tongue then pulled away and looked into her eyes, wanting to make sure she wanted this, and saw passion and desire reflecting in them. Taking her by the hand, he led her to his room.

He led her over to his bed and pulled her back into his arms then leaned over and kissed her. She didn't wait this time, she pushed her tongue into his mouth, eagerly exploring every sweet creavase. She ran her hands down his solid chest, feeling his muscles ripple beneath her hands and pushed his jacket off his shoulders, and down his arms, letting it fall to the floor. He was suprised by her actions. She didn't look like she would be this aggressive, but he liked it. He pulled her coat off letting it hit the floor, and ran his hands down her back as she continued to explore his body, running her hands over his chest, arms, stomach.

She pulled his shirt out of his jeans and over his head, throwing it aside. Her lips traveled down his neck, kissing and nibbling as she made a trail down to his chest stopping at his nipple. She suckled and gently bit down causing him to groan as he tangled his fingers in her hair. Reaching up, she rolled his other nipple between her fingers, pinching and pulling on it as her free hand began firmly rubbing the denim between his legs. Slowly, she kissed her way from one nipple to the other, leaving a trail of fire across his chest, and continued torturing him.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He closed his hands into fists, pulled her up by her hair and kissed her hard on the mouth. Not bothering to unbutton it, he pulled her shirt off over her head and threw it aside. He ripped the bra off her causing her to whimper as the lace cut into her skin. He started to pull away from the kiss, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He made his way down to her neck kissing, biting, and sucking as he made his way to her breasts. Taking her nipple in is mouth, he sucked and nibbled then moved to the other one as his hands explored her body. She moved her hand back down between his legs and continued rubbing, then unbuttoned his pants and slid her hand inside. Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she stroked him, feeling his erection throb. Hungrily, he kissed his way back up her chest and neck to her lips, devouring her in an urgent, demanding kiss.

She pulled his pants down over his hips exposing his rock hard staff. She knelt down on her knees before him and licked off the dew that was already on the tip of his head, then firmly licked down the length to the base and back up. She took him in her mouth a little at a time until he was deep in her throat. He threw his head back and moaned as she moved her mouth back and forth over his staff sucking hard. Grabbing two handfuls of hair, he guided her head as she pleasured him. He pulled her up by her hair forcefully and slammed his mouth against hers. Their kiss was urgent, demanding. He threw her back on the bed and began to take off her pants and shoes then finished undressing himself as well. He looked down at her lying naked on his bed. The look in her eyes was demanding......savage. He gave her an evil smile and knelt beside the bed. He started kissing her ankle, up her leg, her thigh, stopping at the very top of her inner thigh then did the same to her other leg. He grabbed her hips and kissed the dark bed of curls between her legs. He opened her with his tongue not touching her throbbing bud and looked up at her. She was watching him, waiting for him to take her over the edge. He licked up the juices she was already giving him before plunging his tongue deep inside her, moving it in and out. She grabbed the pillows and moaned. He licked her aching bud and she almost screamed. She squirmed under him, arching her back as he sent her over the edge.

She was writhing in pleasure. She wanted him to stop, and she didn't. She spread her legs open farther to give him better access. She wanted to touch him. To feel his skin beneath her hands. She tried to pull her hands out of his, but he held on tighter. She squirmed under him as she enjoyed the pleasure he was giving her. He pushed her legs apart and positioned himself over her. She could feel the tip of his member pushing at her opening. With one hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside her causing her to scream. He thrust in and out of her hard. She bit the top of his shoulder as she brought her hips up to meet his. He let go of her hands. He leaned up, grabbed her by her hips and thrust into her harder. Her back arched, she screamed again, and he felt her juices flooding over him.

She was trembling all over. She had never felt like this before. She ran her hands up and down his thighs and saw that he was looking down at her. She pushed him off her and climbed on top of him, impaling herself on him. She started moving back and forth slowly, feeling him slide in and out of her. She bent over and kissed him. Making her way from his mouth to his neck. She started moving faster.

He pulled her off him without warning and threw her off him. She laid there slightly shocked. He grabbed her by the waist and turned her over. He thrust into her hard, again. He leaned over and kissed her neck and back. He lightly ran his fingers down her back and slapped her hard on the ass. He ran his hands around her to her stomach. One hand massaged her breast while the other one rubbed her center then ran his hands up the front of her body. He put his hands on her shoulders, holding on to her as he thrust into her harder. He brought one hand around her throat and squeezed, moving faster. He let go of her throat and pulled out of her.

Her arms and legs were getting weak. He was making her body hurt and feel good at the same time. She felt him pull out and turned around to find him sitting on his knees, stroking himself, watching her. She crawled across the bed to him and kissed him, steadying herself by holding on to his broad shoulders, then impaled herself on him again. She moved fast driving him into her hard. She felt his body tense up. Knowing he was ready, she moved faster. He wrapped his arms around her and exploded deep inside her, filling her up. He collapsed forward ontop of her. He rolled off her exhausted. They laid in silence for a moment. She noticed sunlight coming through the window and smiled. She looked over at her lover. He was laying with his eyes closed. Probably sleeping.

She jumped at the sound of his voice and spun around. He patted the bed and smiled. She dropped her shirt and went to him, crawling back in bed. He pulled her close. He liked the way she felt laying in his arms and she liked the way his arms felt wrapped around her, holding her. They laid in silence and drifted off to sleep.

He opened his eyes and looked over at the alarm clock on the night stand. 2:30pm. He looked down at the woman in his arms and smiled as he remembered last night. He had never been that rough with a woman before and felt guilty about some of the things he had done to her. But she enjoyed it. She even got rough with him a couple of times. His stomach growled. He didn't want to get up. He was content to watch her sleep. He thought for a moment and realized he didn't even know her name.

She parted her lips to let his tongue explore her mouth. Feeling his erection under her belly, she reached down to stroke his already hard member. He groaned. She guided him into her and began slowly grinding her hips into his. He grabbed her by the hips and began moving faster. He felt her walls tighten around him, squeezing him, and the hot rush of liquid being poured over his throbbing manhood. He rolled her over and continued the same fast pace until he exploded inside her. He looked down at her and saw her trembling. Did she know how incredible she was? He brushed a few strands of hair out of her face and smiled.

It was his turn to watch as she stretched and put on one of his shirts. She followed him into the kitchen. She looked in the refrigerator while he looked in the pantry. Nothing. He grumbled as he slammed the pantry door shut and started looking through the cabinets, still grumbling. She laughed as she watched him. He turned and tried to give her a dirty look. She looked so inviting in his shirt.

"Maybe we should go out for breakfast." she offered. Reluctantly, he agreed. They went into the bathroom to shower. They washed and dried each other, enjoying each other's company. Then went into the bedroom to dress. He gave her an old pair of sweats and an old tee shirt to wear. He loved seeing in her in his clothes. They found his wallet and her purse and went to his favorite diner.

Bethany heard someone pull in the driveway. It sounded like a motorcycle. She looked out the window to see a Harley pulling up. She opened the front door and stepped onto the porch. He turned off the engine and climbed off the bike then turned and helped her off. She looked up at him and was lost in his emerald green eyes. He looked into her blue eyes, holding her gaze then pulled her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer. They met in a passionate kiss.

His hands ran up and down her back as her fingers ran through his hair. He pulled back, breaking the kiss, leaving them both breathless. She couldn't believe the way he was making her feel. She wanted to tear his clothes off right there in front of everyone. He ran his hans down her arms and slowly pushed her away. "I have to go." he said sounding more disappointed than he wanted to.

"No, it's not." Kristin answered looking away. Bethany looked at Kristin. She knew how Tom had treated Kristin. He had beaten her, destroyed her self esteem.... he changed her. In the six months they were together, Tom had changed Kristin from a warm, loving, caring woman into an angry, cold hearted bitch. A tear fell down Bethany's cheek as she thought about Kristin. She missed her friend.

Kristin stood up and walked into the kitchen. She knew what Bethany was thinking about. Bethany knew better than to say anything to her about how she was acting. She knew she wasn't the same person she use to be, and she knew that Bethany was worried about her. She also knew that Bethany didn't know everything that happened between her and Tom. She kept the worst things to herself. Kristin made herself a glass of iced tea and walked out on the back porch.

Kristin's smile widened and the girls went inside. Kristin took a quick shower and put on a pair of white lace panties and matching bra, a pair of blue jeans, a white muscle shirt, and a her favorite pair of boots. She grabbed her black leather jacket and walked into the living room. Bethany was dressed in black jeans, black tee shirt, boots, and her black leather jacket. The girls loved to "look the part" whenever they took their bikes out. They took one last look in the mirror and walked into the garage. They got on their bikes, backed them out of the garage, closed and locked the garage, and drove away.

The girls pulled up to the tattoo shop. They got off their bikes and walked inside. Snake came out from the back where he was working on someone else and told them it'd be another half hour before he would be done. The girls said they didn't mind and would wait. He smiled at them and walked back to the man in the back. The girls sat down on the two chairs beside the counter. Kristin was staring out the window. Bethany turned to say something to her and noticed some bruises on her neck. Reaching out, she touched them.

He stood up and walked around to the front of the desk. She stood up and met him in the middle of the room. He pulled her to him and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and let her fingers run through his hair. He pulled her closer before pulling away. He took her by the hand and pulled her into the small restroom in the back of the office. He threw her back against the wall and pressed her body between his body and the wall. He pressed her lips to his again. His kiss was more passionate this time, more demanding. He pushed her jacket off her shoulders as she tugged at his shirt. He nearly ripped her shirt off as he pulled it forcefully over her head. His lips traveled down her neck to her breasts. He sucked and nibbled on her nipples as he unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down around her ankles. She reached down, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and pushed them down. He brought his lips up to meet hers. He turned her around and pushed her toward the sink and bent her over kissing the back of her neck then plunged himself deep inside her. He thrust in her over and over again until she screamed as she was taken over the edge. He grabbed her shoulders and began thrusting harder. His body tensed and he exploded deep inside her. They stood bent over the sink trying to catch their breath. Finally they pulled their clothes back on and turned to go. She opened the door and took a step out. He grabbed her arm, turned her around, and kissed her. She reluctantly broke the kiss and they walked back into the office.

"No. Dinner sounds great." Kristin answered. The girls walked back into the garage with Mark while Glen locked up the office. Kristin pushed her Harley into the garage then climbed on the back of Mark's. Bethany climbed on Glen's bike. After locking up, they pulled out of the parking lot and drove to a small, out of the way diner.

Glen and Bethany sat watching in silence. Glen wanted to take Bethany in his arms and kiss her. Bethany was thinking the same thing. They turned and looked at each other at the same time. They were sitting so close to each other that they when they turned their noses were almost touching. Bethany started to back away and Glen reached out and pulled her to him and kissed her.

She took two of the beers from Bethany. Bethany smiled. She knew her friend was right. She wrapped her arms around Kristin then both girls walked back into the living room. Glen was sitting on the sofa looking at a photo album. Mark was walking in from the hall. He had a scrap book and was opening it when Kristin took it away from him.

"I think we'd better leave them alone." he said. He took the beers and put them on the mantle. Taking her hand, Mark led Kristin into the hall. He pressed her body against the wall as he kissed her. His lips traveled down to her neck as he licked and bit her tender skin. He pulled her off the floor and she wrapped her legs around him. He pulled her shirt up over her head and dropped it on the floor, and unhooked her bra letting it fall as well. He kissed his way from her neck to her breast. He began sucking and nibbling on one as he caressed the other with his hand. His free hand was tangled in her hair. She ran her hands over his chest feeling his nipples harden at her touch. She wanted to replace her hands with her lips. He pulled her off the wall, carried her into a bedroom, and fell on top of her on the bed.

He carried her across the hall. He looked at her and she smiled and nodded. He threw her on the bed and began to undress. She watched as he peeled his clothes off. Then he finished undressing her. He stood beside the bed looking down at her. She seemed more beautiful every time he looked at her. He bent over, grabbed her around the waist, and turned her over. He pulled her back toward him thrusting himself into her. She moaned when he entered her. She was sore from the last time they were together but it felt good. He grabbed her by her shoulders thrusting harder. She felt him tense but he pulled out before going over the edge.

He was suprised at first, he excpected her to face him. She slowly began grinding her hips into him. He took a breast in one hand and began to massage it while he reached down infront of her with his other hand and began rubbing her hardened bud. He felt her begin to tremble. She screamed out his name as she fell over the edge. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her trembling body feeling the wetness cover him. He kissed the back of her neck and whispered, "You're incredible."

He pulled her off him and laid her back on the bed. She watched him as he climbed on top of her. He pushed the stray hair out of her face and kissed her. She massaged his chest running her hands up and down his solid chest and flat tummy. He took both her hands in one of hers and held them above her head, pinning her down. His trusts were harder than they were before and faster. She lay pinned down beneath him unable to free her hands. She wanted to touch him. He kissed her neck, her face, nibbled on her ears, but wouldn't bring his lips to hers. He was torturing her and he knew it. She began to tremble as she came, whimpering his name. His body tensed and with one last thrust emptied his seed into her.

She didn't know why, but she felt like she could trust him. She looked down and told him about Andy, how they were in love, how she caught him trying to rape Kristin that day. Glen listened to her story and wondered how anyone could treat her like that. Especially someone who claimed to love her. He cradled her chin in his hand and pulled her face up to look at him.

She smiled and leaned over and kissed him. He kissed her back. He wanted to do so much more, but wasn't sure she wanted him to. When she realized he wasn't going to go any further, she stood up, took his hand and led him to her bedroom. She almost tripped on something, looked down and saw Kristin's shirt and bra crumpled up on the floor.

Glen turned her around and kissed her. He picked her up and carried her in the room and over to her bed. He put her down and began to undress her. Slowly he pulled her clothes off kissing her bare skin as he did. She moaned softly as his lips touched her breast. It had been so long since she'd been with anyone. He laid her down after her clothes had been discarded and began kissing his way down her body covering every inch of her with his lips. She lost her breath when she felt his lips on the soft wet hair between her legs. He spread her open with his fingers and licked and sucked on her throbbing bud. He made love to her with his tongue sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body.

She finally couldn't take any more and pushed him off. Before he could protest, she began to undress him, kissing his exposed skin as she did. She reached his manhood and took the head in her mouth sucking on it then letting it slip out. She licked his shaft from the head to the base and back up again repeating until she had licked all the way around. Slowly she took him in her mouth again. He grabbed two handfuls of hair as he thrust in and out of her mouth.

He pulled her up and laid her back down on the bed. He looked deep into her eyes. He wanted to tell her he loved her, but he didn't think that's what she needed to hear, or if it really was love or just the passion of the moment. She leaned up and kissed him. He reached down and spread her legs. She felt his member pushing against her entrance. He entered her gently feeling her tight walls surround him and moaned. Slowly and gently he began to move inside her giving her body time to adjust to him. She wrapped her legs around him as he started moving faster and brought her hips up to meet his every thrust. His movements became harder and faster. She clawed at her pillow and her back arched as her body released it's orgasm. He felt her body shudder and gave one last thrust bringing him over the edge with her.

He lay down beside her and held her close. She rested her head on his chest and listened to his heart beat. She had never felt this good before. Maybe it was because it had been so long since she had been with a man. He looked down at her. He had never been with a woman like her before. She seemed so.....innocent. That wasn't the right word, but it was the only one that fit. She looked up at him and smiled.

Mark watched her as she scurried around the room. He heard the water running for her shower and wondered if he should join her. Before he could finish the thought she turned the water off. That was the shortest shower she had ever taken. She knew Jerry wouldn't be too mad at her if she was late, but she didn't want to take advantage of him. She hurried out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and opened her closet door.

This only made Mark laugh louder. She quickly grabbed an outfit and laid it out on the bed. He watched as she dried off and dressed. His mind wondered back to when they met. She had looked so inviting. She didn't look like she was out to find a one night stand, but she didn't look like she would refuse either. Then he saw her in the shop yesterday. She looked like a small version of him, like a tom-boy. Now she wore a black skirt that came down to the top of her knees, a green long sleeved silk blouse, a black suit jacket, and matching black dress shoes. She looked completely professional. She had many different "looks" and he wondered if she had a different personality for each.

Glen stood at the door watching him. He passed Kristin in the hall on her way out and was going to ask Mark if he wanted anything to eat before they left. He stopped to watch his friend when he saw the look on his face. He had never seen that look on Mark's face before. He looked like he was in love. Glen knocked on the open door and walked in. He saw the broken lamp on the floor, yesterday's clothes thrown around the room, the sheets crumpled.

Bethany was cooking breakfast. Glen stood in the doorway of the kitchen and watched her. He thought about how she looked this morning, sleeping in his arms. He had watched her sleep for awhile. She looked so peaceful, happy. Had he fallen in love with her? He tried to shake the thought from his mind, but he couldn't. He was in love with her. He walked through the kitchen toward her. She didn't seem to know he was there.

Bethany was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't hear him come in. She didn't believe in love at first sight so she couldn't be in love with him. But she couldn't forget the way she felt in his arms. She felt safe, happy. He walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her on the cheek. He startled her and she jumped when she felt his hands. Smiling she turned and pulled his lips to hers.

Their kiss was broken by the sound of Mark clearing his throat. Glen growled and let go of Bethany. Bethany finished cooking while the men sat down at the table. Bethany joined them with a platter full of French toast. She helped herself and began to eat. She noticed the men looking at each other. She was starting to think something was wrong, that they had some kind of argument this morning. Glen sighed and took some of the food and began to eat. Bethany couldn't stand the silence anymore.

Kristin took a deep breath and walked in the office. She apologized for being late. Her boss looked at her. He didn't really mind her being late, she always worked hard and always did more than she was expected to do. She was definitely his favorite employee. He told her she needed to stay late to catch up on what was missed yesterday. She nodded and turned to leave the office.

Pam wanted to push Kristin and find out all about Mark, but she knew Kristin wasn't going to tell her anything else. Bethany put her uniform on and left the house. She couldn't believe Mark had fallen for Kristin. She didn't want to tell her, but she wanted Kristin to be prepared in case Mark decided to tell her. She left the house, hopped in her car and drove to their favorite diner. The diner was half way between the hospital and Kristin's office and they ate there all the time. She tried to figure out exactly what she was going to say, and had no idea how to say it.

"I wasn't at first, but then he called me. Right after I hung up with you. He asked me what I was doing tonight and when I told him I have to work late he asked me to call him as soon as I get home. There was something in his voice...." Bethany watched Kristin in disbelief. Her "gift" always seemed to amaze her.

The waitress returned with their food. The girls ate in silence. Kristin was thinking about Tom and everything he had done to her. Bethany watched Kristin as they ate. She knew Kristin was thinking about Tom. Kristin's expression was full of pain. She always had the same expression when she thought about him.

"Sh*t! I almost forgot." Glen rolled his chair back over to his desk and picked up the phone. Mark saw a car pull up and walked outside. Mark avoided talking about Kristin the rest of the day which meant he had to listen to Glen go on and on about Bethany. Glen had fallen head over heals in love with her. He decided to call her and ask her to have lunch with him. She said no, that she was having lunch with Kristin. But she would love to have dinner with him. He felt like time was standing still. He was suppose to meet her at the hospital at 6:00. He looked at his watch, 5:30.

He saw Kristin's Harley parked in the back of the garage and walked over to it. He ran his hand over the seat. It was a beautiful bike. It was jet black and the corm was polished to perfection. He sat down and put his hands on the handlebars. He imagined her sitting behind him, her arms wrapped around his waist, her breath on his neck.

She stretched, stood up and walked over to the window. She looked out at the people hurrying along, all trying to get home at the same time and her tummy growled loudly. She walked back to her desk and called for some take out. After the order was placed, she called security at the front desk and told them she was expecting some Chinese. Security was posted at the front desk from 8:00a.m. till the last person left at night. Someone was always working late. She turned back to her work. She didn't hear the delivery man come in.

He stood in the doorway watching her. He knew security was downstairs and would come looking for him if he stayed too long. He walked up behind her and leaned over placing his hands on the desk, one on each side of her. Kristin was startled when hands appeared on the desk infront of her. She jumped up and spun around coming face to face with her worst nightmare.

He pushed her skirt up and tore her panties off. She could feel the material tear into her tender skin. He held her down by the throat while he opened the front of his pants. Her hands were locked around his wrist trying to loosen his grip so she could breath. She felt him push her legs apart and force his way inside her. He watched her face as he took her. He enjoyed seeing the fear and pain in her eyes. He always had. His body tensed as he felt his seed being emptied inside her. He let go of her throat and stood up. She laid where she was gasping for air. He tightened his grip during the assault instead of releasing it. He looked down at her.

Kristin's knees suddenly felt weak. She walked over to the couch and sat down. Bethany followed her over and sat on the table infront of her. Mark and Glen, who had been watching the girls, sat down on either side of her. Kristin lowered her head and began to speak. "He came to see me. I ordered some take out and he brought it up to my office. Then he brought me these flowers." She showed them the card. It read, "You were wonderful. I can't wait to see you again."

Then he picked her up and carried her into her room. He pulled her close and kissed her. She moaned softly and pushed him backward toward the bed. They fell into bed nearly ripping the clothes off each other. He moaned as he felt her walls close in around him. He rolled over on top of her and slowly made love to her.

Mark rubbed the back of his neck. It was sore from the position he had been sleeping in. He looked down at Kristin and felt his heart break again. He loved her so much and now he may never get to tell her. He knew there was more to this situation than they had told him, and that Kristin may never get over this. He gently ran his fingers over her cheek.

She looked up, smiled, and said, "I knew it." She walked over to the fridge and began pulling the food out she needed to make breakfast. She put on a pot of coffee and told Glen to sit down. He sat down at the table and watched her as she moved around the kitchen. He commented on the view when she bent over to pull a pan out from the bottom cabinet. She smiled and blew him a kiss then continued making breakfast.

Kristin closed the bathroom door and stood over the sink looking in the mirror. She thought about everything that had happened over the past couple of days. She felt like she had known Mark forever and wondered if that was what true love felt like. After the attack all she wanted to do was be in his arms. When she went to him last night, he had been there for her. He probably didn't know how much she needed him to hold her last night.

She turned the water on in the shower, pulled her clothes off and stepped in. She washed her entire body three times and she still felt dirty. She was reaching for the soap again when the water began to run cold. She quickly turned it off and stepped out of the tub. She walked into her room wrapped in a towel and rummaged through her closet for something to wear. She wanted to put on a pair of old sweat pants and a tee shirt. Instead, she put on a pair of gray wool slacks, matching gray suit jacket, and a white blouse. She put on her gray pumps, grabbed her purse and walked into the kitchen. She sat her purse down on the counter and poured herself a cup of coffee.

"When he found out I was pregnant, he took me to his basement. He said the baby wasn't his. Then he tied me to some wooden stakes that were sticking up out of the floor. He picked up some kind of pipe or something and started hitting me in my stomach, my head, all over my body. When I woke up, I was in the hospital."

She smiled and said yes. He kissed her and walked quickly through the living room to catch up to Mark. Bethany watched as they got on their bikes and drove away. She noticed a green car pulling away from the curb across the street. Remembering what Kristin said about a green car being parked in the driveway, she stepped back inside and locked the door. She went through the house making sure all the windows were locked then took a shower and got dressed. She spent the rest of the morning catching up on housework and thinking about Kristin.

His voice was low and passionate. Kristin smiled and took his hand. He pulled her close putting his other hand on her back. Soft music filled the room as they swayed back and forth. She laid her head on his chest and smiled. She couldn't remember ever being this happy before. Not even before she met Tom. She sighed.

Mark looked down at her. How had she made him fall in love with her? They had a one night stand. She happened to be with her friend when she brought her bike to the shop. He smiled when he felt her sigh. He let go of her hand, put his arm around her and pulled her closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up. Their eyes met and she knew there was no denying how she felt. He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. She opened her mouth slightly, inviting him in, and he accepted immediately. She kissed him with all the love she felt inside and felt his love in return. The world faded away as they held each other. Thunder boomed and the house fell into silence.

Mark pulled away from her looking into her eyes. He stepped away from her and, taking two candles, left the room. He came back a moment later and walked over to her. He kissed her again, picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. He placed her on the floor beside the bed and claimed her lips once again. Gently he pulled away from her and began to undress. She watched as this magnificent man revealed himself to her. He stood before her naked.

He turned her so her back was to him. Slowly, he unzipped the zipper of her dress. He kissed her back as he exposed her smooth milky white skin. Slowly he pulled her dress down, kissing her exposed body. His hands slid around to her flat stomach, her firm round breasts, and down her long legs to her waiting center. He kissed the back of her neck as he opened her with his fingers. She moaned softly as he slid his finger deep inside her. He laid her down on the bed and looked at her naked body lying infront of him. She had never looked more beautiful than she did at this moment. He gently rubbed her cheek with his fingertips, moving over her jaw, her lips, her chin. She smiled and pulled him down to her, kissing him passionately. He positioned himself over her. She opened herself up to him and moaned as he entered her, savoring the feel of him inside her. He felt her body tighten around him as he took her over the edge. Slowly he made love to her until he couldn't hold back any more. With one last loving thrust he fell over the edge.

He laid down beside her and wrapped her in his arms. She lay with her head on his chest thinking about how it would be to make love like this every night. But that couldn't happen if he didn't know how she really felt about him. Was it worth the risk of being hurt again? She knew he would never hurt her physically, but who knew how he would treat her in the future? She sighed as he ran his fingers through her hair. She leaned up on one elbow and looked deep into his eyes. "I love you, Mark."

Bethany laughed and kissed him again, this time with more passion. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer. He reached around and slid his hand under her dress. She sighed at his touch. He pushed her dress off her shoulders exposing her breasts. Both had forgotten about the other couple in the room. His lips traveled down over her neck, kissing and nibbling her soft skin. He took one breast in his hand, pinching her nipple and rolling it between his fingers, while he took the other in his mouth, biting gently and sucking on it. She took his head in her hands and arched her back, giving him better access.

He suddenly remembered the other couple and looked up to find them gone. Bethany looked behind her and smiled. She turned back to Glen and kissed him then stood up. He watched as she slipped out of her dress. She walked over to him, pulled him to his feet, and undressed him, kissing him as she did. He felt her hands caressing his hard body as she made her way between his thighs. She stroked his hard member as she kissed his chest and stomach. She knelt before him and slowly began to take him in her mouth. He grabbed her head and directed himself in and out. He pulled out of her mouth and laid her back on the blanket. He kissed her as he positioned himself over her. He lovingly thrust himself into her, filling her up. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist. He set a fast pace that soon sent them both tumbling over the edge. She lay with her head on his chest listening to his heart beat. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

Mark woke up and looked down at the woman in his arms. He remembered the first time he watched her sleep and smiled. It seemed like it had been so long ago instead of just a few days. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, but knew she wasn't ready for that. Tom had put her through hell. He thought about that for a moment. 'How could she love me after everything he put her through?' She began to stir in her sleep. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

"Let's go get dressed. Something smells really good in there." He said pointing to the kitchen. They stood up and hurried to the bedroom and got dressed. Mark was sitting at the table when they walked in the kitchen. Kristin was standing over the stove. She turned around and carried two platters of food over to the table. Bethany took two coffee cups and the pot of coffee, and joined the others at the table. No one said anything for awhile. They were hungry after their lovemaking the night before.

Kristin stepped off the elevator smiling. She hadn't stopped smiling since she left the house. Her smile disappeared as she approached her office. The detective that had come out the night Tom raped her was walking out of her and Pam's office. He saw her and went to meet her before she could reach the office door.

With one hard shove, she pushed him aside and made her way through the cops into her office. She stopped when she saw a woman lying on the floor in a pool of blood. She looked around the room and saw blood on the carpet, the walls, and Pam's desk. She looked at her desk and saw something written on top. She walked over and looked at the words. She reached out and touched one of the letters, it was written in blood. The words read, "You're next bitch".

She nodded, got in her car and drove away. She couldn't stop thinking about Pam. They weren't close friends, but they shared allot in common and were able to talk to each other when they needed to. She didn't want to go home. What if Tom was there? She remembered the words that were written on her desk and knew they were from Tom. He was going to kill her, she knew it.

He stood in the corner watching her, waiting. She looked so beautiful when she slept, especially when she was having nightmares. He smiled knowing what Kristin was dreaming about and walked over to the bed beside her. He opened his pants, releasing his member, and began to stroke himself as he watched her. He bent over and placed his hand between her legs. Kristin squirmed under his touch. He smiled and began to remove her clothes.

He caught her wrist in his and squeezed it hard. Tears filled her eyes as he ripped off her bra and panties. She fought back as hard as she could, but couldn't make him stop. He was bigger than her and much stronger. He closed his hand in a fist and hit her hard. She was stunned for a moment. She was still long enough for him to push her legs apart then she started fighting back again. He hit her again, this time cutting the top of her left eye. She continued to struggle but was unable to keep him from forcing himself inside her. She screamed as he continued his assault.

Suddenly, she felt him raise up off of her and pull out. She looked up and saw Mark beating Tom mercilessly. Bethany rushed over to Kristin and wrapped her arms around her. They watched as Glen tried to pull Mark off the man. He didn't want his friend going to prison for this piece of trash. Finally Glen succeeded.

Kristin laid down and snuggled up next to Mark. He wrapped her in his arms and held her. They didn't say anything, each was lost in their own thoughts. He thought about what Glen had said during dinner. He was going to ask her. He even had a ring, which belonged to his mother. His father gave it to him after she passed away to give to the woman he loved. He didn't think he'd fall in love with anyone. Women had used him for his money, for sex. It had been sex that brought Kristin to him, a one night stand, but she didn't know about the money. He pushed the thought out of his head. She loved him. There was no doubt about that. He felt her heart beat against his body and her breathe on his skin as they lay there in the dark. He wanted to be with her forever. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep as he dreamed of their future together.

Kristin lay in the dark against him. She thought of all that had happened. About how Mark had been there for her whenever she needed him. She remembered the look on his face when he was beating Tom, and when he held her afterward. His expression had gone from hatred to love. She knew he loved her. She imagined herself as his wife, the woman he came home to every day, and the mother of his children. She closed her eyes and smiled. Did Glen mean what he had said at dinner? Did Mark really want to marry her? She thought as she drifted off to sleep.

Kristin sat in her car staring at the steering wheel. She was sitting in the driveway thinking about what just happened. Why did she say that to him? She wasn't angry at him. She wasn't even angry at Bethany and Glen. She knew they were right, but she had to be strong. She couldn't let what Tom did affect her life. Tears ran down her cheeks when she thought about the look on Mark's face. She looked into the rearview mirror.

She wiped the tears from her face, took the keys out of the ignition, picked up her purse and got out of the car. She knew what she had to do. She walked back into the house. Bethany and Glen were in the kitchen in each others arms, kissing. They didn't see her and she didn't want to disturb them right now. She walked back to her bedroom and saw Mark sitting on the edge of her bed with his face in his hands. She walked over and stood infront of him and watched him for a moment before he looked up. He sat looking at her, not saying anything, then reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close.

She didn't want to him to leave, but he and Mark needed to work. They had closed the shop for the weekend to stay with the girls. They walked back toward Bethany's bedroom when they heard something. They peeked in Kristin's room and saw Kristin and Mark making love. They quickly and quietly turned away and closed the door. Glen turned to Bethany and she smiled.

Kristin walked back into the house. This was the first time she'd been alone since she met Mark. She sat down on the couch, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. She flipped through the channels several times then turned it off. She'd forgotten how boring it was here alone during the day. She stood up, stretched, and walked into her bedroom. She went to her closet and pulled out a pair of black dress pants, a royal blue blouse, and a pair of black pumps. She quickly got dressed and walked out to her car. She sat behind the wheel for a moment thinking.

She turned off the engine and looked in the rearview mirror. She had to get on with her life, and she couldn't do that by sitting at home feeling sorry for herself. She looked down at her watch, 10:23am. She took a deep breath, got out of her car, and walked into the building. She was nervous about facing Jerry. He was going to tell her to go home, take some time off. She had a way of making people believe anything she said.

Jerry stepped out of the men's room and saw Kristin walking down the hall. He knew she'd be here today, although he thought she should be at home. He walked to her office, looked in, and watched her as she moved around the room. He had the office painted and new carpet and furniture put in over the weekend. She bent down in the middle of the room and ran her fingers over the carpet where Pam's body had been. She swallowed back the tears that were threatening to fall. She stood up, walked over to her desk, and sat down. Jerry continued watching her.

He hired her right out of college. It, of course, had nothing to do with talent or knowledge. She was a very sexy and he wanted her, but the more he got to know her, the more he began to love her. It just happened to turn out that she was also very talented and intelligent. He smiled as he thought about this. He walked over, sat down on the other side of her desk, and looked at her.

He turned and walked back to his office. Jerry closed his office door, sat down behind his desk and stared at the computer screen. It broke his heart to think about what had happened this past week. Everyone who knew Kristin loved her. Everyone but Tom. He heard on the morning news that Tom had been killed in a shoot out with the police.

She heard footsteps behind her and turned around and saw no one. She continued walking, faster this time, and heard footsteps again. Again she turned around, nothing. She turned and ran to her car. She tried getting the key in the lock, but dropped them. Shaking, she picked them up and tried again. She heard the footsteps again as she struggled with the key. Finally, she was able to unlock the door. She jumped in the car, slammed the door shut and locked it. She looked out the window and saw no one.

Kristin felt a strong arm wrap around her waist as she slept. She smiled and rolled over looking into Mark's eyes. He was leaning up on one elbow watching her. She gently brushed a few strands of hair out of his face. He bent over and kissed her, then rolled over on top of her. His hand gently caressed her cheek slowly moving down her face to her neck, her breasts, her stomach..... Her hands wondered down his back and up again, down his chest, over his stomach to his manhood. She began to stroke him as he slid his hand between her thighs. He rubbed her hardened bud while sliding his finger in and out of her, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body. He removed his hand and let her guide his member into her waiting body. He held her hands down above her head with one hand, pinning her to the bed, while he explored her body with the other one. He slid his hand around her throat and began to squeeze. His thrusts became harder, hurting her. His kiss also became hard and painful. She tried to struggle, but the more she fought him, the harder his grip on her wrists and throat became. He broke the kiss and looked down at her.

Mark was sitting against the headboard watching her sleep. He was about to lay down when Kristin started stirring in her sleep. She looked like she was having a pleasant dream then began trembling and gasping for air. He reached out and touched her shoulder. She pulled away and turned to face him. She looked at him as if he were a monster.

Her body was exhausted, but her mind was was racing. She waited until Mark was fast asleep and crawled out of bed, careful not to wake him up. She pulled her robe on and crept through the house and out the back door. She sat on the porch steps looking out into the blackness of night. She started having nightmares after Pam died. At first, they only came once in awhile, but now it happened every time she closed her eyes. She knew Mark, Bethany, and Glen were worried about her and she wanted to tell them about the dreams, but she couldn't. She was pushing them away and she knew it. She didn't want to, but she couldn't stop herself. She began working long hours, finding excuses not to see Mark, coming up with reasons not to help Bethany plan the wedding.

She hated herself for the way she was acting, for letting Tom turn her back into that cold unemotional bitch. She buried her face in her hands and tried to cry. Why was it so hard to cry? She ran her fingers through her hair pulling it back out of her face. She had to change. She loved Mark and knew that if she didn't do something soon she would lose him. She thought about how her life would be without him and felt tears fill her eyes. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts, she didn't hear Mark walk up behind her.

Her heart sank when she heard these words. She knew what he was going to say and tried desperately to think of the right words to say to stop him. When she didn't answer, he turned around to face her. He stood in shock as he watched the tears falling from her eyes. It was the first time she showed any emotion toward him in a long time.

Bethany opened her eyes as she felt the sun begin to warm her face. She knew she should get up, but she loved lying in Glen's arms. She felt as if he were her own personal force field, nothing could hurt her when he was near. He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. "Good morning." She said smiling.

Bethany held up a finger silently telling him 'hold on a minute' and walked to the back door. Glen followed her over and both peeked out. They saw Mark sitting sideways on the top step holding Kristin. They didn't notice Glen and Bethany standing in the doorway. Glen stepped back pulling Bethany with him and closed the door.

Kristin hadn't been shopping in a long time and was enjoying the day completely. It felt good to be her old self again. Their first stop was the Bridal Shop for a fitting. Bethany's gown was done, but Kristin hadn't even tried hers on yet. I fit almost perfectly. It was a little tight in the bust and a little too long, but the rest was perfect. The dress was long, strapless, and fit snugly around her body, and had a slit in the back which allowed her to walk.

Mark and Kristin pulled into a McDonald's, went inside to order their food to go, and drove to the edge of town. He turned off the road and carefully drove them through the woods until they came to a stream. Mark climbed off the Harley, took the bags of food from Kristin, then helped her off. She walked toward the stream looking around.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close, then pulled back and looked at him.....the man she loved, the man who would be her husband. He kissed her tenderly as he pulled the zipper on the back of her dress down. Slowly he pulled the dress off her shoulders as his lips traveled down to her neck. He continued to kiss her as he undressed her. He looked down at her lying naked in the grass. She smiled, sat up, and undressed him, kissing him as she did. They kissed and caressed each others bodies and slowly loved each other for the rest of the night.

After about three minutes the preacher looked over at Mark then at Kristin, silently asking them what to do. Kristin smiled and looked over at Mark. Mark was smiling too, and decided to do something before Glen forgot where he was and started going further. Mark cleared his throat, but Glen and Bethany didn't stop. He did it again, louder. Bethany pulled away breaking the kiss. She realized everyone was staring at them and began blushing. She and Glen turned to face their friends and family.

She put her hands on the edge of the sink, leaned forward, and looked down. She felt as if her heart had been ripped out. She had accepted the fact that she couldn't have a baby, but how was she going to tell him? They should have talked about this before she said agreed to marry him. She blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall.

She put her arm in his. Bethany walked into the clearing wearing a light blue cotton dress. It fell just below her knees and had thin straps. Kristin wore a simple white cotton dress. It fell to the top of her knees and had thin straps, like Bethany's. She carried a bouquet of wildflowers and wore wildflowers in her hair, which was in a French braid.

Mark stood in the doorway of the hospital room. It had been two and a half years since he and Kristin were married. She had gotten pregnant on their honeymoon, but lost the baby shortly after she found out about it. She had five miscarriages altogether. She was determined to have a baby and no one was going to tell her she couldn't. The last miscarriage almost killed her and the doctor told her the next one would. She was so stubborn.

He knew she was doing this for him. He wanted a son and made the mistake of telling her once. He had watched her play with their goddaughter and imagined that she was theirs. He felt guilty about having those thoughts, but he felt even worse knowing that Kristin put herself in danger time after time by trying to give him a baby.