Dr Bombshell & Mr Hollywood
The drive was filled with silence, albeit a comfortable one. Jake wouldn’t tell her where he was taking her and Candice felt incredibly curious. They had taken her car with Jake announcing that he could have his personal assistant to come collect his car from the café. For a moment Candice had become curious and almost asked if this assistant happened to be a female but refrained when the implication of such a query dawned on her.
Candice looked away from the passing streets and stores to gaze at the man seated next to her. Even dressed casually he looked really good. The tips of her fingers began to itch with a need to reach out and run them on his jaws which were covered in a few days’ worth beard.
After a short while, Jake pulled into a dark alleyway causing Candice to raise an eyebrow, a questionable expression on her face. Jake simply laughed and asked her to trust him as he opened the door for her. Candice stepped out and looked around suspiciously.
The two brick buildings on either side, leaning up to the night sky, considerably softened the decibels of the weekday traffic noise. It was a typical New York alley- cold, dark, dank, the air faintly smelling stale. Large trash containers stood leaning against the sides of the buildings with their lids partly up with overly stuffed garbage bags. Swirls of mist rose in the air, giving the place a very eerie feeling.
There was another car and a few motorcycles- mostly Harley Davidsons, two Ducati and a Suzuki Boulevard- parked along the sides. Even under the dim bulbs on the side of the building the machines glinted evilly.
“Jake why are we here?”, she mumbled gripping the edges of her faux fur jacket closer.
“Jheez Candice... Relax will ya. I am not a psychotic killer. Trust me.”, he smirked as he led her to an unmarked door at the side of the building and brought his hand up to knock- three short raps a moment’s pause and another two. Candice noticed the peculiarity but before she could ask, the huge door opened, groaning at the hinges. A ginormous man stepped out to greet the pair.
Candice felt her heart palpitate rapidly. The man was easily above six feet and had a chest big as a barrel. He was dressed in a pair of faded denims and a black muscle t- shirt underneath a leather jacket. His thick handle bar moustache moved as he chewed on a piece of gum. Candice shivered as his savage eyes assessed her from head to toe.
“Mihael!”, Jake called out. At his beckon the bull of a man turned his attention towards Jake, his scowling face breaking into a huge mean looking grin.
“Jake!”, he roared, “Long time!”
While he spoke, he stepped aside and motioned his hand for them to enter. Instinctively, Candice leaned and grabbed Jake’s arm, too afraid to trust the stranger before her.
Once the pair were inside, Mihael not only pushed the door shut but locked it behind them. Candice gulped. Through the sound of the rushing blood she could hear the faint beats of music. The beats blared against them, the vibrations of the music travelling through her flesh, as Mihael pushed open another heavy set door at the end of the corridor. He began to descend down a set of stairs.
Candice tightened her grip on Jake’s arm as they followed Mihael, while Jake kept up a lively conversation with him. A chill ran up her spine as she realised they were being led to the basement. Flashes of those horrific memories passed before her eyes making her shudder which Jake intuitively picked up.
“Baby, are you ok?”, he pulled her closer to him and looked down at her with concern in his blue eyes. She shuddered again, but this time with pleasure, elicited by the way Jake called her ‘baby’. Candice bit her lower lip and nodded.
At the base of the stairs the space opened up to a large area. Candice took note of how the interior was industrial style with exposed bricks and iron pipes running overhead; at intervals black, spindly iron rods extended like spider legs with exposed bulbs attached at its end, illuminating the bar.
Jake took pride in the way Candice clung on to his arm as they steered through the crowd, dodging drunk and bawling bikers on their way to the bar. His chest puffed up beneath his jacket and he felt like he had grown at least a couple feet taller ever since he entered the ‘The B BrUtherhood’ club, a quaint establishment not very far from his place. Every eye, wide and curious, seemed to follow him tonight.
He very well knew the reason and it was the woman accompanying him. He had never brought a girl here before. Candice was the only exception he had thought of making and also the fact that she looked like an angel fallen from heaven wasn’t really helping their curiosity, he realised.
It was very easy to see that he was most men and few women’s object of envy and he couldn’t help but gloat in this revelation. It was some sort of basal animal instinct he concluded, a need to flaunt his mate... Jake stopped his thoughts abruptly, suddenly realising that he was getting way too ahead of the situation. He wanted Candice, not just as a friend but a lot more than that but he would have to be patient.
Meanwhile, Candice was very uncomfortable with the attention they were receiving. As they pushed their way through the crowded pub he kept waving and greeting people. Candice tightened her grip on his muscular arm, afraid of losing him in the crowd, and began to soak in her strange surrounding.
There were two large pool tables on one side of the vast space. There was also a dart board where a man in leather pants and a sleeveless t- shirt stood throwing darts unsuccessfully while his pals made fun of him. The place was packed with curious looking patrons. The hazy air was heavy with a concoction of smells- sweat, perfume, testosterone and a hint of tobacco.
In the centre of the vast room was a vacant spot cleared where men with scruffy beards, tattooed arms danced along with ladies clad in shimmering, overtly revealing, and body clinging clothes. Candice settled herself on one of the bar stools along with Jake, who shook hands with the bar tender, a skinny and pale looking man with blue and green spikes and a silver ring pierced through his septum.
Despite the freezing temperatures outside, it was relatively warm inside the pub. They had already discarded their jackets at the entrance but Candice had half a mind to lose her blazer as well and that she did, after a moment’s of deliberation. She bunched it together and handed it to Jake who passed it on to the bar tender for safekeeping.
“This is a biker’s exclusive club.”, Jake informed her once the bar- tender left to prepare their drinks. Jake’s eyes travelled along her well sculpted torso, her lacy top doing things to him as it gave a sneak- peek of not just her smooth skin but also the red lacy bra she wore underneath.
Candice noted how he was still holding her hand in his but didn’t bother rectifying the situation. She was beginning to like the proximity between them.
“Exclusive? How are we here then?”, she queried. Jake grinned, his eyes twinkling under the lights. His gaze told her what she had already guessed. The revelation made Candice’s breath hitch in her throat.
Jake didn’t even notice Darryl, the skinny bartender, placing their drinks as he was enthralled by Candice’s reaction. She gawked at him with utter bewitchment in her eyes which made him chuckle. The woman definitely had a type and it wasn’t hard to read.
Finally noticing the drinks he lifted the highball glass and passed it to Candice with a smirk, “Here is your sex- on- the- beach.” Candice knew it was ridiculous but couldn’t help the blush as she took the glass and brought it to her lips. She was incredibly thirsty and the drink was refreshing to say the least.
“What?”, the corners of her lips slipped ever so slightly in a sly smirk as she watched Jake take her in.
Jake couldn’t help but notice how incredibly sexy and angelic she looked. He smirked at her restless expression. “You look so beautiful. So sexy.”, he leaned in and whispered, raising a hand to push her curls behind her shoulder, exposing her slender neck.
Candice felt the hair on her neck stand, the warmth in her cheeks deepen. She took another gulp of her drink and composed herself.
“Is that you Jake?”, someone growled behind her and Candice twisted in her seat to look and found two men approaching them.
They looked to be in their late-thirties to early forties. One of them was lean yet muscular, a pair of amethyst eyes peeking out from behind his straight dark bangs that fell and reached his high cheekbones, gaze full of mirth and challenge. He was attractive and gave off a strong ‘Up to no good’ vibe.
The man along with him had a far more imposing form with his large frame filled perfectly with taut muscles, each of his arm seemed equivalent to a trunk of a very large oak tree, his eyes holding the same intimidating look. His skin looked tanned and weather beaten, hair dry and sun burnt, all testifying to the fact that the man spent a lot of time outdoors under the sun.
“Fellas!”, Jake got up and gave the two a manly hug. Jake was dwarfed in their presence.
“Haven’t seen you here in a while. How have you been?”, it was the lean one. He scanned Candice from head to toe before adding, “And who is this angel with you?”, he asked leaning against the bar.
“This is Candice.”, Jake slid an arm around her waist and brought her close to him, much too possessively. Candice didn’t object at all. In fact she loved it.
“Please to meet you lovely. Name’s Ottis. And this is Julian.”, it was the bulky man. Candice smiled at him. Ottis flashed his set of yellowing pearls right back at her.
“You must really be something. Never seen Jake here bring any chick before.”, Julian spoke up. He had a subtle drawl to his speech.
Next to her Jake chuckled. Candice took a sip of her own drink and tried to gather her flustered thoughts. She had never done well around strangers and to be thrust into spotlight before such intimidating looking men made her deeply uncomfortable.
“You guys are scaring her.”, came a sultry voice from next to her. A thin woman sidled up next to Jake and threw an arm around and leaned against him.
Jake dropped his arm that was around Candice and stood straight, giving the woman one of his signature lopsided grin. Candice felt that sharp sting of disappointment. The blonde woman assessed the new comer- red hair, a short tight skirt that was barely covering her ass, her bony cream legs covered in fishnet stalking, her five inch stilettos giving her arse a perfect raise, her tank top barely containing her very well endowed breast.
Candice felt her chest tighten and a feeling of hostility towards the other woman entered. She frowned at the familiar feeling.
“Ellie Mae. Meet Candice. Candice. Meet Ellie Mae.”, Jake gestured. Candice forced a smile but her gaze lingered on the prolonged contact of the woman’s skinny arm around Jake.
“Nice to meet you all.”, Candice mumbled, watching Ellie’s breast pressing against Jake’s arm as she leaned further.
“I am curious. What do you guys do while you aren’t on the road?”, she turned her attention towards the men but mainly caught Ottis’s gaze. She couldn’t help but fear looking into Julian’s eyes. There was something in his wild gaze, it seemed to penetrate her mind, to read every thought she ever had.
“Well I teach at Bell Academy. Mostly sixth to ninth grade. Julien here is thou a mechanic. Owns his shop up at Brooklyn.”, he replied.
Candice couldn’t help but marvel at the fact. She could hardly coax her mind to imagine a school teacher cruising through miles and miles of stretches of lonely roads in search of adventure.
“Julien is the one who introduced me to this place. He had excellent yelp reviews so I took my dear Audrey to him. Nothing but the best for my baby girl.”, Jake smiled.
“Audrey?”, she raised an eyebrow.
“My Harley Davidson.”, Jake smiled proudly. With his beer in one hand he lifted his other arm and put it around Ellie’s shoulder. The red head snuggled closer to him.
A sudden flash of heat consumed Candice’s heart before the uneasy feeling solidified in the pit of her stomach bearing her heavy. She took a deep steady breath before placing her empty glass back on the bar. The beats of the song that had been playing ended and was followed by the song ‘Something just like this’. She loved the song and decided that it would be the best time to move away. Forcing a smile onto her face she addressed the two men but mostly Ottis.
“It was nice meeting you all but I guess I am going down to the dance floor. That’s my favourite song.”, she muttered, refusing to meet Jake’s gaze or the way Ellie’s boobs were now pressed against his torso and not just his arm.
Candice did really love this song. The first time she had heard it the words had literally hit home. She didn’t want a superhero or a fairy tale life but she definitely wanted some sense of balance, security and most importantly love. As her hips began to sway she thought of how her miserable life has been far from such things since the moment she had been born up until now. Before she knew it fresh tears began to prick her eyes. She shut them tightly, refusing to cry again.
“What happened sweetheart?”, she tensed as a pair of strong hands wrapped around her waist from behind but relaxed when his smooth husky voice filled her ears and his musky smell filled her nose.
“Ellie isn’t going to like it that you’re dancing with me.”, she grumbled loud enough for his ears.
“Ellie? Why would she mind? Her husband, Ottis, is there to keep company.”, he whispered against her ears, both continuing to sway to the music. Candice felt her stomach twist. Ottis ought to reign in his wife, she decided sorely.
“Well. It didn’t seem that way when she was practically thrusting her melons into your face.”, she scoffed, unable to stop herself. Jake stopped dancing forcing her to stop as well.
“Is that jealousy I sense?”, he asked, clearly enjoying her reaction. He knew Ellie had a massive crush on him and he was well aware of the open relation she shared with her husband but he would never reciprocate to her desires. The only reason he had even allowed so much proximity between them that night had been for one reason and it seemed to have worked.
“Don’t flatter yourself Gyllenhaal.”, she turned around in his arms to face him and glared which only made Jake burst out laughing.
He pulled her closer to him, not leaving even a sliver of space between them. He loved jealous Candice. Candice looked at him, her dreamy eyes wide. Jake gazed into them and felt himself getting lost in it’s depths. They were absolutely stunning, innocent, seductive yet hidden amongst them was wisdom far beyond her years. A fire danced in it’s depths- not a spark but a blazing passion. He confidently brought his hand up to the back of her head, grabbing hold of her hair he jerked it slightly, holding her gaze prisoner to his.
“I beg to differ darling. You are jealous. But you should know that I have my eyes set on you. Nobody else but you.”, he whispered before bringing his lips down to hers.
Candice protested in his arms for a second before finally relinquishing in the warmth of his lips. It started slow, sloppy, nothing like the ones you would read in the cheesy novels but it did escalate into one soon enough. As Candice grew sure she titled her head and opened her mouth, giving him access to her depths. She shuddered and swallowed his moan as she clung on to him, fingers holding tightly unto his t- shirt.
It felt a while when they finally came up for air. Jake couldn’t believe the incredible feeling shooting through his body. Never in his life had he experienced something like this. The experience was a little more than just erotic. The sublime yet deep effect it had left his nerves shattered and mind cling desperately to sanity.
“Will you take me on one of your MC excursions?”, she asked suddenly, her voice giddy and swollen lips spread out in one of the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.
Who could have said no to such a smile yet Jake had quickly devised a devious plan.
“Only if you allow me to take you out for dinner.”, he smirked. He felt her fingers run through his hair, the tips of her fingers gently grazing his scalp. A feverish feeling coursed through his nerves.
“Like a date?”, Candice asked, her honey voice sounded languid.
“Yes. Like a date.”, Jake gazed into her eyes, fear of rejection causing his heart to thump erratically, as he waited for her answer.
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