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

by Maggie Carpenter

  "You're welcome, and you sure know how to handle that bike of yours."

  Marco donned his helmet and swung his leg over the powerful machine, and as Kat slipped behind him, Frank rode off ahead of them.

  "I'll give him a sec," Marco said as Kat wrapped her arms around his waist, "then I'll take the back streets just to be on the safe side."

  "Okay."

  "What? No smart aleck reply?"

  "No, no more of them tonight."

  "You feeling okay?"

  "Better than okay."

  "You ready?"

  "I'm ready."

  Marco rode slowly down the alley to the street, checked both directions, then took off, expertly maneuvering around the corners until they hit the main road that would take them to Sunset Blvd. It was late and a Friday, so traffic was heavy, and Sunset Blvd was jammed, but deftly moving between the cars he was soon turning off the famous street and following the winding road into the hills. Slowing as he approached Kat's house, he drove down the side path, stopped at the shed, and Kat climbed off and unlocked it so he could put her bike safely away for the night. Leaving their helmets, holding hands they walked around to the front door where Marco stopped and studied the street. It was quiet, there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary, and satisfied he followed Kat inside. As they walked into her living room, Marco moved immediately across to the couch, pulling Kat down with him.

  "What a day. Damn I'm beat," she exclaimed, dropping her head on his shoulder. "I've never heard so many speeches. They really loved Kratos."

  "He was a strange guy, but any one of those members would have walked through fire for him. I'm beat too, but we need to check in, then we're taking a shower."

  Lifting his phone from his pocket he placed the call, and Steve answered immediately.

  "Glad you called. Is Kat with you?"

  "Yep, and you're on speaker. Is Johnny there?"

  "No, he left, but he's up to speed. First, Kat, great work getting that password."

  "Thanks."

  "We're in business. We got the warrant. The video of Jason lifting the package from the garbage can and going straight to the mansion, along with the wiretap of your conversation with him at the tavern this afternoon, did the trick."

  "That's great," Marco exclaimed. "When are you're going in?"

  "We'll hit the party tomorrow night, and because Kat got us that password we'll have people inside the mansion. It's going to make everything so much safer and effective. Our guys can get the lay of the land before we arrive."

  "Fantastic!" Marco exclaimed. "I can't believe we're finally going to nail those bastards."

  "Let's just hope we can find that torture room and the lab."

  "And HH," Kat interjected. "How will you even know who he is?"

  "It may take some time, but we'll figure it out," Steve promised. "We're also going into that second property you found up the street from you, the one housing the girls. Johnny and I want you and Marco in on that raid."

  "Sounds good to me," Kat said excitedly.

  "Wait a second," Marco interjected. "Why do you want Kat there?"

  "For the girls. She worked in vice for a couple of years, and you're already part of the operation. What's the problem?"

  "Nothing, no problem," Marco said quickly as Kat shot him a look. "Any word on that gun? The one in the seat of the chair?"

  "Yeah. We got a hit. There were two sets of prints, Travis Davis--"

  "Tank?" Kat interrupted. "That's weird. Why would Kratos be hiding a gun that Tank used?"

  "Hopefully Tank will tell us, but the other set belonged to a kid who was picked up for dealing weed about nine years ago. His name is Ernie Williams. Is there a member of the Kings by that name?"

  "Not that I've heard of," Marco replied, "but maybe he was there before I came on the scene."

  "Getting back to the raids. Obviously we want them happening simultaneously. The team for the hooker hostel will gather at your house, Kat, and Johnny will be there. I'll be going in with the team at the mansion."

  "It's going to be a busy night," Marco remarked. "Did you get anything else from the bugs you planted at the tavern?"

  "Nothing of note. A few conversations about some petty crimes, but nothing we'll be following up on."

  "What time will everyone be arriving here at the house tomorrow night?" Kat asked.

  "Figure around eight o'clock."

  "Speaking of Tank," Marco said, "I'll be paying him a visit tomorrow afternoon, unless you have an objection."

  "Be my guest. He's clammed up. Hopefully you'll have better luck. Great work guys. Have a good night and I'll speak to you later."

  Ending the call, Marco leaned back and dropped his phone on the coffee table.

  "After two long years it's finally happening. It's hard to wrap my brain around."

  "I'm sure," Kat murmured. "It must seem surreal."

  "Things were stagnant until you showed up. Does this happen on all the cases you jump into?"

  "Not all, but I have to admit, this one took off like a bullet train."

  "They say timing in life is everything, and yours was right on the money."

  "Thanks, handsome."

  "How about that shower?"

  "I'm dying for a shower, but I'm not sure I have energy to walk to the bathroom."

  "Before we go in, have you thought about that question I left you with?"

  "Uh...kind of," she said, feeling the familiar tumbling in her stomach.

  "What does that mean?"

  "It means, I don't really know what you're going to do."

  "What do you think I should do to a woman who purposely provoked me into scolding her?"

  "What?"

  "You heard me."

  "I, uh, shit. How did you know? I was going to tell you, I swear it."

  "It appears we have a bit more to deal with than you just being obstreperous."

  "Marco, I do love you," she said softly, "and I only did it because you turn me on so much."

  "I know exactly why you did it, but you still played me."

  "Do you mind very much?"

  "I don't mind at all, but your bottom will, and we're going to take care of this in the shower. I saw a very inviting bath brush when I was here last."

  "NO."

  "Yep. Go in. I'll be there in a minute."

  "But..."

  "Do you really want me to ask you a second time?"

  Leaning into him, she pressed her lips against his, sending an instant bolt of energy into his loins.

  "I'll be waiting all soapy and naked, and I really am sorry," she whispered, then rising slowly up from him, she ambled into the bedroom.

  Marco sat for a moment, digesting the remarkable turn of events, then walked across to the glass sliders and stared down at the city. Somehow, through all the carnage, he'd survived, and on top of that, a miracle had happened. A miracle called Kat. Marco suddenly felt like the luckiest man alive.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Feeling the tension leave her body as the hot water splashed over her, Kat shampooed her hair and washed off the day. Marco was taking his time, but she wasn't surprised. He was building her anticipation. A warm shiver sent goosebumps to her skin, and as she rinsed away the suds she heard him come in. Wiping her hand across the steamed up glass, she watched him undress, his tightly muscled body making her smile, but when he picked up the bath brush sitting on the side of the tub she felt a twinge of fear; that thing would hurt.

  Feeling her eyes on him, Marco raised his head and looked across the small space. Her naked body was barely visible through the fogged-up window, but he could make out her puckered nipples atop her luscious breasts. His cock stirred, and with his fingers tightening around the handle of the long brush, he stepped forward and opened the door.

  "May I say something in my defense?" Kat asked as she moved back and leaned against the tiled wall.

  "Always, but please hold this while I clean up."

  Staring d
own at the implement that was about to spank her backside, she hesitated.

  "What are you worried about? It's not going to leap from your hands and swat you of its own accord."

  "Would you like me to use it to scrub your back?"

  "Sure."

  As he turned to face the streaming water, she stared at his wide shoulders and powerful arms; the sight sent a flood of moisture between her legs. She loved his strength, the way he moved like a panther, how he totally consumed her when they made love, and how safe she felt when wrapped up in his strapping arms.

  "Here," he said, handing her the bar of soap over his shoulder as he rinsed off.

  Taking it from him, she rubbed it over the bristles, then began moving the brush across his back. He had his head under the shower and was rinsing out the shampoo, and feeling a warm closeness, she wrapped her arms around him, closed her eyes, and laid her face against the foam on his back.

  Marco paused, then slowly turning around he returned her hug. He could feel her dissolving, sinking into him, being his. She was still for a long moment, then lifting her head she gazed up at him.

  "Will you punish me, please, Sir?"

  Her soft plea sent Marco's cock surging into life, and as she stepped back and demurely offered him the bath brush, he thought he might spontaneously combust.

  "No defense?" he asked, taking it from her.

  "None, and I need you to punish me."

  "Put your arms around me, and lock your fingers behind my back."

  His voice was husky, and as she pressed her body into his, he leaned his head over her shoulder, touched the solid wooden head of the brush against her right cheek, and softly tapped.

  Kat waited, holding her breath, preparing for the swat, and when it came it landed with very little sound but a mighty sting. Her cry of pain echoed through the bathroom, and as the second landed on her opposite cheek, she yelped and stamped her foot. He swatted again, delivering the blow directly to the center of her bottom, then dispatched a couple of quick smacks just below the first two. Yelping, she squirmed against him, and though her backside was on fire with an intense prickling heat, her breasts wanted his mouth and her pussy was craving his cock.

  "Manipulating your Master isn't a good idea."

  Master.

  The muttered word, low and warm in her ear, sent a fresh thrill through her being. She squirmed, grinding her pelvis against him, but another slap from the hard paddle elicited a loud squeal, then more yowls of pain as he continued to exact his discipline.

  "It won't happen again, will it, my sweet Kat?" he purred, sliding the smooth wood over her scorched skin.

  "No, Sir," she panted, "no, Sir, it won't, it won't, I promise."

  "I'm keeping your nickname. You're my fiery feline, but not a kitten. You're my grown up pussy cat, and sometimes my pussy cat needs to be tamed."

  He resumed the paddling, sending the swats in a flurry across her backside, then throwing down the brush he grabbed her cheeks with his large hands in a comforting hold.

  "Has my Kat learned her lesson?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Master, call me Master."

  "Yes, Master," she breathed, sinking into the word, loving how it sounded as it left her lips. "I've never called anyone that before."

  "Does it feel right?

  "Very right, so right it almost makes me want to cry."

  Gently leaning her against the wall, he released her bottom and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, then dropping his lips on to hers, he kissed her with the deep longing that was pulsing through his being. Their tongues touched, then danced, their lips suckled, then released, and as he moved his kiss to her neck, she let out a long, soulful moan.

  "Please will you fuck me, Master? Please, I need you so badly."

  Hastily releasing her and turning off the faucets, he placed his arm around her waist, guided her from the shower, and grabbing a towel he wiped away the droplets of water as he bustled her into the bedroom, pausing to kiss her again before picking her up and throwing her on the bed. Climbing on top of her, he raised her knees, placed his cock at her entrance and thrust home--then abruptly stopped.

  Caught up in the moment he'd forgotten the condom.

  "What?" Kat panted, staring up at him.

  "The condom."

  "I'm safe, I swear, I wouldn't lie to you, not about something so important, and you're such a fanatic about them you have to be safe too."

  Lowering himself on top of her body, he rested himself on his elbows and softly kissed her.

  "I've never done that, started without one," he murmured. "Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

  "I do, and it's amazing, and I feel the same."

  "Kat..." he murmured, his voice trailing off as his eyes locked hers.

  "What is it, what's wrong?"

  "I'm not easy. I'll be demanding sometimes, and it's been a couple of years since I've been in a relationship. I want it, I want it with you, but I'll be over-protective. It's just how I'm wired. Can you handle that?"

  "Marco, I love that about you."

  "Are you sure?"

  "Okay, so it might annoy me from time to time, but I do love it, in my soul I love it. It's what I want, it's what I've always wanted."

  Again she could feel the threat of tears, and as he gently lowered his lips on to hers, and his cock began to stroke, she brought her arms around his neck and clung to him, wishing the moment would never end.

  He pumped gently, then vigorously, paused to consume her breasts, then flipped her over and fucked her with rapid force, taking her to the brink before withdrawing and ordering her to roll back over and lay flat.

  "Please, Master, my whole body is tingling."

  She was red-faced and breathless, her plea had been whimpered, and as his cock returned to her hot wet naked pussy, and he gazed down at her full luscious breasts and crinkled nipples, he knew it was time. Clutching her hips he held her with a firm grip, and with a series of aggressive thrusts he commanded her to come. Her back arched, her hands gripped the bedspread, and letting out a wail she erupted beneath him. His hands tightened around her as his cock exploded, and as the wash of sparkles raced through his veins, he heard himself let out a deep guttural groan.

  They caught their breath with their limbs entwined, and sleep for her fell quickly. It had been a long, arduous, dramatic day, but in spite of his fatigue, Marco's mind was on what lay in front of them, not what had just passed. The raid on the mansion had to be successful, and it was imperative that Steve find the man calling himself HH. Marco was convinced, if HH slipped through the net, both he and his precious Kat would be in grave danger.

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

  In the gated community not far from them, in his very private salon that had a view of what appeared to be a tropical jungle, HH was staring down at his long lost package. He gazed at it, almost lovingly. To finally have it back in his hands was extremely satisfying, but its return was tainted. Laying next to it was the letter.

  He had read it several times, seeking any flaw in its contents. It had been written by a methodical and careful person, and it could have been a man or a woman. Had it been handwritten, an expert may have been able to determine the sex of the author. Did it matter? It did. The information would eliminate many of the potential suspects, not that he yet had any, but he knew he would.

  Apparently Kratos had a life outside the gang, one kept extremely private. In addition to the nanny cam behind the photographs, HH had kept him under sporadic surveillance and had not uncovered any such life, but that didn't mean it didn't exist, clearly it did, and the bottom line was a simple one; HH could not allow the person behind the letter to remain at large, and once uncovered, he or she would have to be eliminated.

  The two detectives he had on retainer had already been dispatched to the home in which Kratos and Nancy once lived, but HH had another source of information. Travis Davis. Tank had been with Kratos for many years, and HH had arranged for Anton,
an old-school Italian from New York, to visit Tank's bedside. Anton had unique skills, and if Tank knew anything about the life Kratos led outside the club, Anton would be able to extract the information.

  But there was another matter HH had to consider. Marco and his girlfriend.

  Kat was hot, and HH was looking forward to the time he was about to spend with her. She and Marco would have to be terminated of course, and it would have to appear to be an accident, but Kat would provide some entertainment first. HH smiled an evil smile. The party would be the perfect occasion to have her in his playroom. Clearly the girl enjoyed a good spanking, but how would she feel about being cruelly whipped? Marco would be watching of course, a sight HH would enjoy almost as much as the voluptuous woman writhing under his merciless attention. It would be a party to remember, and his cock stirred at the thought.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  It was mid-morning when Marco and Kat rode into the hospital parking lot. To make their visit appear legitimate, and to preserve their cover with Tank, she was going to distract the guard at Tank's door while Marco slipped into his room. The phrase in the letter from Kratos, Tank knows where the bodies are buried, was one both Steve and Johnny thought was meant literally, though Marco wasn't convinced. In his two years embedded in the club he'd never heard a whiff of gossip about the Kings being involved in murder, and he was the gang's muscle. Could Tank have been connected to such things outside the club? His fingerprints were on the gun, along with the kid from the past. It wasn't inconceivable, but Marco was sure he would have heard something about it, even if only a vague rumor.

  Rolling to a stop they pulled off their helmets, carrying them as they walked through the glass doors of the hospital entrance. Steve had given Marco the information he needed to find Tank's room, and taking the elevator to the third floor, he and Kat stepped out into the wide gleaming corridor. It was quiet, and moving swiftly down the hallway they turned left at the end. Tank's room was about halfway down, and Marco could see the guard sitting in the chair, but it was only a second later he realized something was wrong. The man was motionless, his arms hanging loose at his side.