Stolen Ride: A Biker Erotic Romance Page 3

  He wasn’t one for forcing a lady, but holy hell she was pushing the limits.

  He wasn’t prepared for her strength. Most men weren’t. Hell, she didn’t get by in this line of work without being able to fend for herself. Still, the look on his face when she pushed him onto his back made her smile. If he wasn’t willing to give, she’d just take. Story of her life.

  He didn’t know what to say as he lied on his back. As her hands unbuttoned his pants. As she slid them down and off of him. As she did the same with his boxers. As she slithered up between his legs, running her fingertips along his thighs. As she wrapped a hand around the shaft of his cock. As her lips went down and she took it into her mouth.

  “Holy fuck!” It was his turn to groan, and she liked it.

  Power suited her. Knowing that what she was doing with her tongue and lips brought out that reaction turned her on. The ache between her legs grew. But she had to make sure he was ready to give. And that she did.

  It was the most erotic experience he’d ever had with a woman. Having her take him like that. It was amazing. He wanted to grab her and throw her onto the bed and fuck her. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t stop what she was doing, because it would stop what he was feeling.

  “God help me,” he called out, and she knew he was ready.

  Allison stood and slipped off her jeans. She wasn’t wearing panties. A fact that wasn’t lost on Jake. Something she’d never explain to him. He was still lying there. As if he was unsure of what to do. That was okay, she’d handle this one.

  When he watched her undress he lost all concentration. He was going to take her. But he couldn’t. He was too busy watching the denim slide off of her hips. Sexy hips. No panties. He was sure there was a reason. A bad one. It turned him on. Almost as much as it did when she climbed up on the bed and straddled him with her legs.

  “I get what I want, Jake Brighton,” Allison said with a grin at the naked man underneath her. “I don’t wait for it.” She leaned over and ran her tongue along his chest, nipples and abs. “I take it.” She used her teeth to tug just a little at his nipples, one at a time.

  “Fuck!” he cried when her teeth pulled at them.

  How could she be so fucking sexy? The way she talked. The way she moved. The things her hands and mouth were doing to his body. Let alone the fact she was straddling his hips and he could feel her. The wetness. Rubbing against his cock. Showing him how much she wanted him.

  “What I want right now—” she tugged at his nipples again and watched him wiggle the way he’d watched her doing earlier, “—is you inside me.” With that, Allison lowered her hips until she felt him sliding inside her and she moaned as he did.

  The moan was all it took. He sat up, her on his lap, took her nipples in his teeth and pulled. Her hips rocked as she rode him and when he pulled on the pink buds she threw her head back and moaned again.

  “God!” she cried out.

  Jake grabbed her hips with his hands and began to lift her up and down, harder each time, as he thrust in and out of her. His mouth continued to suck and tease her nipples. Her fingers found his back and he could feel her nails dig in once more. He’d have marks later, but he didn’t care.

  As Jake pulled her onto him, Allison rotated her hips. Each time he’d groan and she’d cry out. And what he was doing with her nipples wasn’t fair play. It made her ache. It made her need that orgasm more.

  “Baby, don’t stop!” she cried out, and surprised even herself. “Please don’t stop. It feels so good.”

  He didn’t think he was going to last much longer. It’d been a long time. And this woman was driving him wild. The look on her face. The way she moved. The sounds she made. The little whimpers. He slipped a hand in between them and found it. Hard. Throbbing. Waiting for him.

  “Oh, please.” Allison wasn’t one to beg, but she was begging.

  His fingers were so close. She knew it wouldn’t take much. As she felt the gentle flick of his thumb her body went crazy.

  “Please. Please,” She begged.

  He’d never pictured her begging. It was intoxicating. He teased her. Not because he wanted to tease her. Because he liked hearing her beg him. He’d brush his finger along her clit and she’d beg. This went on for a while.

  “If you don’t do it, I will!” she screamed when she couldn’t take anymore. She meant it.

  He smiled and slipped his fingers to her clit. Rubbing gently around it and flicking across it he watched her writhe and move like never before. He could feel his own release building. His shaft was swelling inside her.

  God, he was about to explode. She couldn’t wait any longer. Her own hand slipped down between her legs. He pulled his back as she took over. He watched her. Like he was taking notes. And he throbbed inside of her.

  Within a few moments she brought her body the release it needed. The orgasm waved through her entire body. Just as it peaked, she felt him. Releasing it all. Shuddering underneath her as his body let go.

  He pulled her off of him, curled up behind her with his arms around her and they fell asleep. Naked and completely exhausted, they rested for the night in each other’s arms.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  “The only way to make the Dixon Crew disappear is for the truth to be out. If they are being hunted, they won’t be visible.”

  He listened to her words, but all he could think about was the night before. The way she felt. Even afterwards, lying in his arms. She felt right.

  “I know.” Jake wasn’t exactly fond of the idea. It was his life being changed. But if they didn’t, his life was in danger. And so was hers. And he’d do anything to protect her. Them. Both of them. Together. He hoped.

  ***

  He wasn’t paying attention. Frankly neither was she. They were getting ready to go and meet her client and they needed to be on board. But all she could think of was how amazing they were together. And how he was a biker. A drifter. Who’d just found out some pretty shocking things.

  He wasn’t going to stay with her. It was a fling. The heat of passion. She’d move on to her next gig. He’d likely stay with her client for a while. The way life was supposed to be.

  “You ready?” He smiled at her and she knew she wasn’t. She wished they could stay here. One more night. Or week. Or year.

  “Sure.” She smiled in return and they walked into the damp and dark tunnel.

  ***

  He could smell her. She smelled like fruit. And sex. Fruity sex. He wanted to take her back and sniff her. And taste her. And be with her forever. But he knew better.

  She wasn’t going to stay. Her world was different. A lot different. His was too. Normally. But this wasn’t normal. He’d have to stay here. In this horrible little town. Without her. So for now, he’d be happy with what he’d had.

  “Is he here?” Jake looked at her. He didn’t know who they were looking for.

  She was checking out the park. She was beautiful. He’d miss her. A lot.

  ***

  She saw him on the first glance. She was afraid to move. This was it. The end. Jake had asked if she saw him and she had ignored him. Acting busy. She didn’t want to do this. But she had to. Besides, think of the money she’d make for this one. It was worth it, right?

  “Ali, I’ve been waiting.” The voice brought her out of her thoughts. Well, he’d found her. “Is everything okay?” He was looking at Jake with skepticism. He didn’t want anyone else to know.

  She knew he was panicking.

  “Chris, nice to see you.” She smiled at him. “Chris, during my visit with Allen I learned a few things. I decided to use them to make even more money because I presumed they would be worth more than what I was being paid to locate. I mean, a missing child is far more valuable than a few documents.”

  “Who told you about a missing child, Ali?” She saw the look on his face. Worry. Hope.

  He had never told her. That his son had gone missing at an early age. That he’d spent years looking for h
im. That his wife had endured a nervous breakdown over it. He’d never shared any of that with her. He only wanted some documents that his adversary, Allen Wilmont, had possession of.

  Allison had liked Chris. The job paid well. Of course that’s why she’d taken it. She wasn’t one for doing charity. But she liked him. And she’d really regretted that she couldn’t get the documents.

  “Allen thought I was someone else. Someone the bikers had sent.” Allison rolled her eyes.

  Jake grinned. She was amazingly sexy. Even when she was being a stubborn pain in the ass. And she hated the idea that anyone had assumed she was one of them. The bikers. Not her thing. The idea made him smile.

  “So,” Allison continued, “He shared some information with me. He had heard the bikers were in town and assumed it was to swindle more money. So he gave me that as well.” The smile on her face was pride.

  “Did you learn anything about the child? What happened to him? Where he is? If he is alive?” The man was starting to look somewhat excited.

  Jake watched the two of them interact, listened to the conversation. This man seemed very hopeful. He knew who the man was. Chris Charles. The wealthiest man in this godforsaken town. Jake couldn’t help but wonder why this would matter to him.

  “He is alive,” she began.

  Chris looked at Jake with skepticism. Jake knew he wasn’t welcome here. The guy seemed to be concerned about trust. He shrugged. He got it. In his line of work, secrecy was important.

  “He was kidnapped,” Allison finished. She watched Chris almost slump over. He was relieved, but angry.

  “I looked for a long time.” He sighed. “My wife…”

  Allison didn’t need the rest. She knew. She had made sure she knew as much as she could. The goal was to get as much out of this as possible. At least originally.

  “What do you want for the information?”

  Jake looked at Allison. What was he worth to her? Would she sell him for a large amount of money? Would she get all she wanted from the deal? Take off to some great foreign land and live the life of her dream? Nah, that little bitch would keep conning people for money.

  “I don’t want money,” she sighed.

  Jake and Chris both looked at her in shock. Jake couldn’t believe what she was saying. The girl he’d met, the girl he’d gotten to know intimately, wouldn’t have given up a price like that. She wouldn’t have bailed on a chance like this.

  “I just want protection.” Allison looked at Chris. “I’m being chased. By a gang of bikers that want me dead. I need to be safe.”

  Chris looked at Jake.

  “Not him,” Allison said.

  “Does he need to be here?” Chris asked. He was getting to the nitty gritty and he didn’t trust the biker standing beside this girl. What if he was one of them?

  “I’m going nowhere until she’s safe.” Jake nodded in Allison’s direction.

  “He’s fine,” she said in a huff. As if she needed protection. Didn’t he know that by now?

  “Okay.” Chris looked resigned. What could he say? “If you have information on how to find the child, I’ll do whatever you need.”

  “Chris, the child was taken. I’m not sure the reason. A group of bikers was paid for the kidnapping.” Allison twiddled with her thumbs. “Apparently, they decided that having him afforded them protection should they need it. So they kept him.”

  “Really? So he’s a biker?” Chris asked, fascinated with the story.

  “He thinks so.” Allison rolled her eyes again.

  Jake wanted to argue, but stayed quiet instead.

  “He’s a good guy. From what I could tell.” Allison sounded hesitant to say much.

  Jake was watching the conversation and trying to figure it all out. Why did this man care so much?

  “And where is he, Ali?” Chris looked at her as though he could barely wait.

  “Chris, this is Jake. Brighton. Or I guess you could say Charles. This is your son.” She waved towards Jake and stepped back.

  What the fuck? Jake couldn’t catch his breath. This man was his father? This very rich and powerful man was his father? She had left that part out of the story.

  Chris looked at the biker differently. This was his son. The one that’d been taken years ago. Should he hug him? Shake his hand? Offer him better clothes?

  Jake had known he was kidnapped. That he was raised by someone else. That the Dixon Crew had lied to him and made him believe his parents died. He didn’t know that Chris Charles was his father.

  Allison watched the two stare at each other. She was happy, but she wasn’t. She wanted Jake to want to be with her. Why? She was so damned independent. She didn’t need a man. It was best to take off before this got worse for her.

  “Well, you two have a lot of catching up to do. I need to go.” She turned to leave. “Jake can tell you the danger I face. You make sure I don’t face it. We’re all good.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Allison took off, watching all around her for any sign of Dixon’s boys. She didn’t see any. Maybe that was because she had tears in her eyes. Stupid fucking tears. She didn’t need this.

  “Wait!” Jake called out. He couldn’t just let her leave without a goodbye.

  Allison heard his voice and stopped cold in her tracks. She was afraid to turn around. She tried to clear her eyes, but she was certain she failed.

  He chased her to the spot she stood. “Don’t go.” He surprised himself. He wasn’t expecting that. Just a goodbye.

  She wasn’t expecting it either. It took her by surprise, and she wanted to run. That was the best thing. Run away.

  “What?”

  “Stay. With me. Stay here. I need you. I want you. I… Please stay.”

  Could she do that? Give it up? Stay by his side. Allison didn’t know what to say. She never expected that. She smiled.

  “I’ll stay.” She hesitated. “For now. Not forever. But you piss me off, biker boy, and I’m out.”

  “Deal.”

  “And I get to decide how this—” she waved her arm between the two of them, “—goes. And no lip service about my work.”

  “Deal.”

  “No strings. Understand?”

  Jake grinned at her. “Completely.”

  “Okay then. I suggest that since you are rich, you get to buy dinner.”

  Jake took her hand and began to walk off, but she pulled hers away. “I can walk by myself, thank you very much.”

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  ***

  They stopped looking for Shane Perry fifteen years ago.

  They did all they could do; filed reports, dragged the lake, and finally presumed him dead. The high school football field lit up with candlelight at his memorial, and mourners gathered to gaze at his glossy image: youthful and tall with a heart melting grin.

  Bikes and bikers are all Maggie Rice has ever known.

  She was riding before she could walk and switching out clutch plates by junior high. She was a quirky, fiery haired tomboy and it was her dream to ride with the 417s. Formerly her father’s crew, they all had a hand in raising her after his passing. Now that she ran her own garage, it seemed her chance had arrived at last.

  When the ghost of Shane Perry rides into town, he threatens to spoil it all.

  The day of her initiation into the 417s, Shane waltzed back into town as if he’d only been gone the weekend, and his first order of business was to crush her chance at happiness. No woman was going to ride in Shane Perry’s gang, not ever, and certainly not his closest childhood friend.

  Maggie doesn’t believe for one second his arrival is coincidental.

  Was it possible to hate and love a man at the same time? Where had Shane been all those years and why was he back? And when the Hell did he get so damned gorgeous?

  ***

  Grace is the very best at what she does.

  Wo
rking for the Public Defender’s Office is thankless and the pay is meager, but she’s a true believer in the justice system. The beautiful, underpaid attorney has made it her life’s mission to see to it that ‘innocent until proven guilty’ still means something.

  Tobey is a self-confessed career criminal.

  Enforcer, thief, con-man ... He’s done it all and proudly. Tobey never cared for authority and a life of crime agrees with him.The handsome thug carved out a comfortable life for himself pulling odd jobs for a motorcycle gang, but only when he feels like it.