Motorcycle Master: Bad Boy Angel (Alpha Male Master Series Book 1)

by Maggie Carpenter

  As he walked across the street, he decided it had been destiny that had put the three young lives in his path at that moment. On another day he may have paid them no attention, and reaching the dumpster, he pulled the packet of cigarettes and tossed them in. He paused, feeling good about what he'd just done, and picking up the small waste basket he emptied it, then returned to the tavern and into the office. As he sat back down, he felt ready to move forward, and pulling out his phone, scanning his contacts for Jason Dean's number, he placed the call.

  "JD!"

  Jason's voice was crisp, as though he'd been caught in the middle of something.

  "Jason, it's Brooder here, from the Kings."

  "Hey, Brooder. If you're calling to tell me about Kratos and Dennis, I heard. Sorry, man. Tough break."

  "The toughest. We're having a memorial service and a wake here tomorrow afternoon. We'll be starting around three'ish."

  "I'll be there. Thanks for calling. Say, uh Brooder..."

  "Yeah?"

  "What's going to happen to the club? I mean, the Kratos Kings was the Kratos Kings. Kratos was the guy."

  "It won't be the same, no question, but I've been asked to step into his shoes, though no-one can ever take his place."

  "How did that come about? Is it temporary or...?"

  "The guys decided it independently, but I wasn't looking for this so I'll only be in charge as long as they want me. As far as the club goes nothing will change. We'll still be doing what we do."

  "Nothing will change?"

  "Nothing," Marco said firmly, "and we need to talk about that tomorrow. There are some things that can only be dealt with in person."

  "I'll see you then."

  Ending the call, Marco placed his phone on the desk and pretended to return his focus to the checkbooks, but his mind was already looking ahead to the next day. He needed to let Steve know he'd made contact, but he stayed put for almost an hour before walking to the men's room, locking himself in a stall, and texting.

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  Though he lived close by, Marco had spent the rest of the day and evening at the tavern. The gang had arrived back from the rocks around six o'clock, and Marco had spent time shaking everyone's hand, thanking them for their confidence, and eating with them, until he was finally able to slip back into his office for a break. He was tired, but when Kat arrived and poked her head around the door, he was relieved and grateful to see her.

  "Sorry I didn't have a chance to call," he apologized, moving over and hugging her tightly. "It's been crazy around here."

  "I'm sure. You look beat."

  "I'm totally beat, but everything's under control. I'm ready to take off if you want."

  "Yes, I definitely want," she said, her eyes shining up at him.

  "Great. My bike's out back. I'll just go and tell Leo I'm outta here," he murmured, then leaning his lips to her neck, he whispered, "Remember the nanny cam's behind the photograph."

  "Hurry," she said as he stepped away and headed out the door.

  She meandered around the office, then moved behind the desk and dropped into the chair. It was lumpy and hard, and curious she stood up, and pretending to dust it off, she ran her fingers across the seat. Mindful of the camera she wandered away, and when Marco walked back in she perched herself on the edge of the desk.

  "You need a new desk chair. That thing is really uncomfortable, besides, it belonged to Kratos. You should have your own."

  "Yeah, I agree."

  "I want to buy it for you. Please let me. I can get it delivered tomorrow and have this old thing taken away at the same time."

  Marco had no idea what she was talking about, but there had to be reason for the odd offer so he played along.

  "How can I say no? That would be great," he exclaimed, grabbing her and hugging her tightly. "Let's get out of here. I want to thank you properly."

  "I like the sound of that."

  Turning out the lights and locking the door behind them, Marco took her hand and led her through the back door and into the parking lot

  "There's something hidden in the seat of that chair," she said softly as he handed her his extra helmet.

  "Yeah, broken springs."

  "No, Marco, it's definitely an object, and I'm pretty sure it's a gun."

  "What?"

  "I could feel it. I ran my fingers around the shape."

  "You're amazing, you know that?"

  "I do," she winked. "Now get me home. I need to be naked with you."

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Marco's modest rental was a two-bedroom house with a detached garage on a nondescript street, and as they walked inside he switched off the alarm while she wandered into the living room. The furniture appeared relatively new, and the home was clean and tidy.

  "This isn't so bad, but it's obvious you're not here much."

  "No, not much. It was swept for bugs this afternoon so we don't have to worry."

  "Good to know. If HH slipped a nanny cam into the office at the tavern, we have to assume he'd try to get something planted here," she remarked, then pulled her phone from her jacket pocket.

  "Calling someone?"

  "Johnny, to tell him about the chair."

  "Make it quick. I have to take a shower and I want some company."

  "Who did you have in mind?" she winked. "Hey, Johnny, you need to make a furniture delivery tomorrow."

  As she explained the details of the chair, Marco removed his jacket, and walking up behind her, he began nuzzling her neck.

  "Sorry, I have to go," she said, trying to keep her voice even. "I'll talk to you in the morning."

  "To answer your question, there's this really hot chick I know," Marco murmured as she ended the call. "She's got a great ass and I can't get enough of her."

  "If you're talking about me," she said with a wicked grin, dropping her phone back in her pocket and turning to face him, "I'd love to accommodate you, but I found out some things that we--"

  "It can wait," he growled, roaming his hands across her breasts, "you're coming with me, and I mean right now."

  With his arm around her waist he bustled her into the bedroom and quickly removed her clothes, then hurriedly undressing himself, he led her into the bathroom. It was small with the shower over the bath, and as Marco pushed aside the plastic shower curtain, Kat stared down at the tiny tub.

  "We have to get back to my place. Good grief. If you sat in this thing you'd get stuck."

  "Get in there girl," he grinned, slapping her naked backside.

  "Has anyone ever told you that you have a very hard hand?" she asked, climbing carefully over the side of the bath.

  "Yeah, you," he replied, stepping in after her. "Stand back, it takes a while for the hot water to run."

  As he turned on the faucets, he looked over his shoulder at her, sporting an evil grin.

  "No, no, no!" she protested, guessing what he was about to do, "you're not--"

  But his hands had wrapped themselves around her waist and lifted her off her feet before she could finish, and spinning her around he stood her under the chilly water. With her squeals ringing through the air as it splashed over them, he began tonguing his way across her chest and down to her breasts.

  "Your nipples are so fucking hard," he muttered, then fisting her hair he sent his mouth against hers, muffling her yowls.

  Swept away by his ardent attack, Kat fervently returned his kiss, pressing her pelvis against his rock-hard cock, but his hand abruptly released her hair and began sliding down her back. His fingers clutched her backside, then slipped between her legs and crept into her pussy. Weak from his overwhelming passion she dropped her head into the crook of his shoulder and leaned against him.

  "Listen up," he said huskily, his breath in her ear, "I'm going to wash the grime off my body, then I'm going to fuck you really, really hard. Wait for me on the bed with your arms and legs spread, and Kat, this is not a time to test me. Understood?"

  Kat felt a hot flood wash
through her already soaked sex, and slowly turning to face him, she raised her eyes to meet his.

  "I love you, Marco."

  He paused, staring down at her, as if he wasn't sure what he'd heard, or perhaps didn't believe it.

  "I do," she stammered, "but I shouldn't have said that. Sorry, I'm an idiot, it's too soon. it just fell out of me. God, I'm so embarrassed."

  "Dammit, don't be sorry. Yeah, it's fast, but I feel it too."

  "Really?"

  "Uh-huh, I've fallen hard. I love you too, Kat."

  His gruff voice had transformed into barely a whisper, but it was echoing through her head as if it had been heralded through a megaphone. Abruptly his lips were back on hers, devouring her mouth, his tongue searching, exploring, meeting hers, then abruptly pulling back he placed his hands on either side of her face.

  "Do as I say. Go to my bed and wait for me."

  Pushing the curtain aside, he took her arm and supported her as she stepped unsteadily from the bath, then letting it fall back down, he grabbed the soap and hurriedly washed off the day, shampooed the smell of the tavern from his hair, and ran a razor over the sharp bristles covering his face.

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  Spread-eagled on his surprisingly comfortable bed, though she was aching to touch herself, Kat wasn't about to disobey him. The tone in his voice had made her toes curl, and surrendering to his control was sublime. When she heard the shower stop she turned her eyes to the door, and with the only light coming from behind him as he entered the room, he was almost a silhouette. His wide shoulders and his tall muscled body made him seem like a vision, and she watched him as he walked wordlessly across the room to a chest of drawers. He retrieved something, and as he moved towards her she saw it was a wooden rod with a fluffy ball at the end.

  "These are tenor drum sticks," he said softly, moving the soft orb over her nipples. "This fur is for pleasure, and these," he said, deftly flipping the stick in his fingers revealing a pair of dangling leather tongues, "offer the other side of the coin. Stay as you are and don't move."

  The two thin straps suddenly flicked across one nipple, then the other. She let out a surprised yelp, and he immediately dropped his fingers in a soothing caress.

  "Good girl. You didn't raise your arms or try to cover yourself. You'll get rewarded for that."

  Lowering his head he drew her luscious mounds into his mouth, gently sucking one, then the other, eliciting whimpers of gratitude and pleasure, then lingered his lips upon hers in, a long, loving kiss.

  "Marco, I'm in heaven. I swear, I'm in heaven."

  "Not yet, but you will be. Close your eyes."

  He began gliding the fuzzy ball across her body, but the soft pleasure was unpredictably interrupted with the lightly stinging strands of leather, and as he continued the pattern she found herself holding her breath, waiting for the sting, then letting out a long breath when the comforting fuzz lovingly caressed the prickling pain.

  "Mmm, nice," he muttered, pausing his torment to slip his fingers into her sex, "your pussy is drenched. On to your hands and knees and keep those eyes closed."

  Feeling weak with need, not sure if she had the strength, she rolled on to her stomach and pushed herself up, and as he flicked the leather across her bottom it only served to fuel her fevered craving.

  "Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice maddeningly calm as the fleece ball replaced the thin strap and roamed over her backside, "and I mean everything."

  "More of the whip, but I want your cock too," she bleated, "and the fur like you're doing it now. I want it all, I want everything. You make me crazy."

  She sensed his lips before she felt his breath against her ear, and she knew he was about to say something that would stoke the passion furiously burning inside her.

  "I'm going to redden your ass, then your pussy."

  "M-my pussy?"

  "And bring you to the edge with my mouth," he continued, his whispered promises making her pulse race and her heart pound, "then fuck you until you're screaming."

  She heard a low, long groan escape her lips, but a moment later she felt a pillow being placed between her arms. His hand on her neck gently pushed her down, and as she dropped to her elbows, she felt her backside high in the air, leaving her lewdly exposed.

  The first swish of the leather tongues was quickly followed by another, then another, and as he expertly striped her cheeks she squealed into the pillow, but it didn't feel like punishment, it felt like luscious torture. The heat was rippling deliciously through her body and she never wanted it to end, but when he drifted the fluffy ball where the leather had landed its prickling kiss, she mewed in gratitude. Lost in the scintillating sensations, when she felt something sharply tickling her pussy, she realized he'd begun lightly whipping her pussy.

  It was an alarming thought, but the pain wasn't pain, it was something else, something amazing, something she was sure would make her come, but it stopped as abruptly as it had begun. His hands were holding her hot bottom, his mouth was lapping at her sex, and his tongue was twirling around her clit, taking her higher and higher.

  "Sir, Sir, please, permission--I can't--"

  Abruptly the intense erotic pleasure was gone, he was kneeling up behind her, his cock teasing her entrance.

  "Do you remember what I said?"

  "You're going to fuck me until I'm screaming," she managed, panting through the words.

  "Come when it hits you," he said huskily, then plunged into her, making her cry out before she dropped her head back to the pillow.

  Gazing down at her voluptuous glowing backside, relishing her taste against his lips, and feeling her pussy's hot succulence envelop his cock, Marco wasn't sure how long he could last. He paused, and resting his palm on one of her upraised cheeks, he landed a slap. She bucked back against him as if asking for more, and he smacked again. He began to thrust and spank, and when he felt her reaching her apex, he touched his finger to her puckered rosebud. As she threw back her head and let out a wail, he accelerated with rapid, powerful strokes, and when her orgasm seized her, he thrust his finger forward.

  Though she dropped her face into the pillow her screams filled the room, and his attempts to suppress his groans were in vain. Closing his eyes and clenching his teeth he surrendered to the glorious spasms, but as they began to wane he realized she was still in the clutches of her climax. Pulling back his finger, he grasped her hips with both hands, holding her tightly against his pelvis until the last shuddering spasm had left her.

  It took several minutes for their breathing to return to normal and their hearts to stop pounding. Shifting on to his side and propping himself up on his elbow, he brought his free hand under her chin, asking her sparkling green eyes to look up at him.

  "I meant what I said," he murmured. "I do love you."

  His voice was soft, and his chocolate eyes were staring into hers with an impenetrable gaze.

  "Marco, I know this is corny, but...I'm hopelessly in love with you. Seriously, that's how I feel, hopeless."

  "You're the least hopeless female I've ever met."

  "It's a good hopeless, it's the best feeling in the world. It's weird though, because I feel hopeless and helpless, but strong and powerful at the same time."

  "Yeah, I know what you mean."

  "You definitely fit the strong and powerful part," she said with a soft smile.

  "I just wanted to make sure you knew I meant it," he murmured, then letting out a sigh he dropped his hand from her chin. "I hate to bring us back to the real world, but you said you had something to tell me, and I have things to tell you as well."

  "I suppose we do need to talk about work," she said, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. "Okay, prepare yourself. Jason Dean is a hijacked identity."

  "What?"

  "Yep. The social security number he's using belonged to a Jason Dean who died when he was only three years old, and there's more."

  "Go on."

  "His supposed home
address is only about a mile up the hill from me. I rode up there and checked it out and I'm sure it's a front. It's surrounded by a high brick wall, but I was able to climb up the hill across the street and watch it for a while. I emailed you and Johnny the photos. Didn't you get them? It's a very nice home, it's big, but it looks as if there are several girls living there, along with a couple of goons."

  "Damn. Yeah, I saw your email, but when I started to look through the attachments I got interrupted and never got back to them," he said picking up his phone from the nightstand. "Kat! You're right! It's a hostel for hookers. I'm surprised the neighbors didn't notice, but with that wall..."

  "And you know how people are, they don't want to get involved. The question is, if he doesn't live there, where does he live?"

  "The mansion?"

  "That's what I'm thinking. Anyway, he came on to the acting scene about seven years ago. He was just another unknown until he got that role on The Last Stand. He was a heartthrob overnight."

  "Sure, I remember. The show didn't last but it launched him."

  "But, Marco, he took that identity and became another person, and I have no idea who he was before then. I couldn't find anything. Johnny has the team working on it. Hopefully they'll find something."

  Resting his back against the headboard, Marco let out a low whistle.

  "So, Jason Dean is somebody else. Fascinating."

  "What about you? What did you find out?"

  "You probably already know I spoke to him."

  "Johnny told me. He said Jason's coming to the wake tomorrow, and asked if you were taking over the Kings."

  "That smarmy actor is up to his neck in all this."

  "I'm sure he is. Did you find anything else on Kratos?"

  "Nothing, and he had to have peddlers. I've been hanging in that gang for two years, and not once did he ask me to get involved in the distribution, but at least now I know why. He knew I was a fed. He kept me close enough to exploit me for what he needed, but far enough at bay so I couldn't find anything on the operation. I should have realized he'd made me."