Biker Daddy (A Rogue Tide Motorcycle Club Romance)

by Nikki Wild

  "Shit!" He bellowed, ripping himself away, holding himself in one hand. He reached down, into the pocket of his abandoned jeans, and pulled out a condom, sliding down to the hilt. "That's too fucking good. I'm not done with you yet."

  I yelped as he ripped me up to my feet and spun us around, switching places. He sat on the bed, holding me in front of him, his hands on my thighs. Slowly, he pulled me forward, until he could kiss my inner thigh. I put my hands on his broad shoulders, distracted for a second by the deep ink carved into his flesh.

  But only for a second, as his kisses drew upward, his nose parting my lips, his tongue following. I gasped. His tongue wrapped around my clit, drawing it between his lips, the hard nub bursting with sensation as he toyed with it.

  "Sinner," I whimpered, nails digging into his flesh. "Please..."

  I didn't know what I was begging for. Just that I needed it, whatever it was. He grabbed my breasts, teasing my hard nipples between his fingertips, my vision going white at the rush of pleasure. When he pulled away, I was beyond desperate - I was feral.

  "Spread," he ordered, ripping at my thighs, pulling at the same time. "Fuck me. I wanna watch you come."

  I straddled him, his cock just below my pussy, waves of heat between us radiating back and forth, feeding each other. His mouth licked at my breasts as I slowly lowered, knowing that his size would split me wide.

  I heard a low, guttural moan escape my throat as he slid past my lips and into my warm center, my hips squirming to make room for him. I was already dripping down his shaft, lubricating my slow descent. Every inch pulsed inside me, my temperature running high under his firm grip.

  I whimpered again, a sound of pain buried under pleasure, as I finally sunk down all the way. His cock filled me more than any toy, any fantasy. The slightest nudge of my hips in any direction drove him into some new well of pleasure. I could have cried with the sensation, but instead I whispered his name.

  "That's right," he hissed. "Use this cock, baby."

  He leaned in, kissing me even as he began to move me. His hips lifted along with my body, his two hands on my waist, moving me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and moved with him, thighs working to lift me up and down, my clit sliding against his torso and sparking with each thrust.

  Working my body, he refused to release my lips, driving his tongue against mine even as his cock drove into my pussy. Moaning into his mouth, I felt an unbearable pressure in my womb. Building with each stroke. He went faster. My body his toy. Fucking me from below, using me so tenderly and so viciously it warmed my cheeks. Hotter. And hotter. The pressure built.

  I opened my eyes, found him looking right back. Those grey eyes demanding. Needing. My body wanting. Driving up, piercing me to my core, his teeth on my lip, pulling. He gave, and gave, letting me take, and take. My hands braced on his chest, the pace speeding until my breasts bounced against him.

  "Yes," I panted. "Sinner, yes, please, don't stop..."

  "That’s it," he growled. “Good girl. Give it to me, Lucy. Come for me.”

  "Oh," I uttered, a single syllable that masked the explosions inside me. He drove me down to his lap, thrusting up, my pussy shuddering as I came. I leaned forward, weak with spasms, forehead pressed to his, every muscle clenching tight and snapping loose. A flood of my pleasure ran down his shaft, coating him in my ecstasy.

  "Good girl," I heard him mutter. "That's what I needed to see."

  And just like that, he was pulling me off, pushing me over, onto my hands and knees. His hands dug into my ass, palmfuls of flesh, fingers splayed wide. His cock pressed to my lips and then forward. The new, deeper penetration made me gasp, eyes going wide. He still wanted to use me, and I still wanted to let him. I craved the warmth of his cum like I'd never craved anything.

  He ripped my body back and forth, working my hips to slide along his shaft. I grabbed the sheets in handfuls, holding on for dear life as he rode me like a stallion. Slipping, my cheek hit the bed, my ass driving further up against his thrusting hips. Every pump was harder, every stroke deeper. The rumble of his body hitting mine shook the whole world. I felt myself opening again, the flames licking at my cheeks.

  "Want it," I managed to moan, lips pressed to the sheets. "Please..."

  "Yeah, baby," he groaned, drilling into me one last time. The warmth of his orgasm inside me, his cock swelling as it released, drove me over the edge. We pressed together, both writhing and pulsing with pleasure. My toes curled, his stomach leaning on my lower back. Just before it ended, he grabbed my hair, pulling me up to whisper in my ear.

  "Best I've ever had," he said, hot breath driving a final set of shivers down my spine. He released me, I crawled forward. Heard him ripping off the condom and tossing it aside. When I finally managed the strength to turn around and look at him, I couldn't do anything but collapse backwards, head on the pillow.

  For some reason, I started laughing.

  "That makes two of us," I said, holding my stomach against the almost-painful laughter.

  "Why do I get the feeling you're not being serious?" He said, looking down at me with a grin.

  "No," I said, struggling for seriousness. "I mean it. I mean...you're only the third I've ever had, but..."

  "Seriously?" Sinner lay down beside me, running a hand through my hair as my laughter subsided. "You've been walking the earth for 27 years and only three men have had the honor of being inside you?"

  "Swear on my life," I said, sighing, my eyes meeting his. That was dangerous. Very dangerous.

  "Lucky me," he said, voice strangely soft. "Stay for a while? I'm still a little angry."

  "Yeah," I said, closing my eyes, exhaustion sweeping over me. "For a while. Yeah."

  Chapter 18

  Lucya

  "You know it has to be over tonight," I sighed, lying in his arms as we listened to the cars passing on the highway outside the hotel. "Tomorrow, we go back to being strangers."

  He looked at me like I had three heads, and suddenly I felt alarmed. Did he not realize that this was still too dangerous, that this impulsive little liaison had to be the end of it? I'd done what I came here to do. And then some.

  Now, it was time to let go.

  At the same time, knowing that he didn’t necessarily want this to be over was…gratifying.

  "I'm not agreeing to that, Lucy," he said. "No fucking way."

  "But Sinner..."

  "You keep giving me tastes and expect me not to take the whole damn pie? Baby, I know you haven't forgotten who I ride for. I'm a Tide, and that means I take what I want, how I want it."

  "And...you want...me?" I asked, not sure what I wanted to hear from him. Was it flattering as all hell, knowing that he could have any of the women who hung around his club, but wanted me? And not just for a night, but for a long-term kind of thing? Yes, it was.

  It was also stupid. He had no idea how stupid.

  "I know you're too smart to be asking me that for real," he growled, yanking my body close to his. I sighed, unable to help myself as the smell of him, all ruddy with sex, filled my brain.

  "Why?" I asked, feeling a little like a teenage girl who just got asked to prom by the cool football hero. Except, in high school, I did get asked to prom by the cool football hero. Because his dad was a brigadier who wanted to earn brownie points. And no, it was nothing like this. I didn't give a crap about the cool football hero. I liked Sinner.

  Really...really...really...liked...Sinner.

  Especially when he flipped me over onto my back and hovered over me, hips pinning me down, cock warm as it nestled against my thigh.

  "Because you're the sexiest woman I've ever had in my bed," he said. "And besides that, you're goddamn brilliant. And you care about my kid, and you can take a fucking joke. You'd be surprised how rare that is. Even rarer, you can give it back. I like a woman with the guts to try and cut me down. Gets me hard."

  Suddenly, he grabbed my breasts, looking down at them.

  "These perfect tits help, to
o," he said, leaning down to lick them.

  "Sinner," I moaned as he began to shift above me, waking himself up - and me, at the same time. I dripped for him, my nipples hardening. "It's too dangerous, okay?"

  "Why?" he murmured, face buried in the tender flesh on my chest. "I'm not afraid of your uncle."

  "You should be," I gasped, using all my strength to push him away before he could suck my breast into his mouth again.

  "Maybe he should be afraid of me," he insisted, still grinding against me.

  "But he's not," I said. "Sinner, he'll kill you."

  Finally, he stopped moving. Looked down at me, studying me like a book he wanted to read, written in a language he couldn't.

  "You're serious about this? You don't even want to try?"

  I nodded, swallowing hard. I felt like crying. Shit. Why did I feel like crying? It wasn't like I loved the guy! I just liked him. Really...really...really....liked him.

  He pulled away and I whimpered, curling my knees up to my chest. He was hard, I could see it, making my mouth, and other places, water.

  "See?" he said, shaking his head. "You're not ready to give me up."

  "It's not about being ready or not..."

  "Of course it is," Sinner said, and put his hands on my hips, yanking me down so that my ass hit his thighs. "I want you. More than tonight. More than the next night you decide it's just for one night. And if I have to shoot my way through the whole damn Bratva to..."

  "Okay," I said, pushing off and away and onto my feet. "See? That's where this stops making sense. I don't want you shooting your way through my family to get to me. Alexei is..."

  I couldn't say that Alexei was different, that Sinner could kill Alexei anytime and I'd fully endorse it. Not without treading a seriously thin line.

  "It's who I am. Just like Rogue Tide is who you are. And even if we fell in love, it wouldn't fix the wounds between the Bratva and the Tide. They run too deep now. I'm not giving up my family to be with you. I don't expect you to give up yours."

  This was going nowhere fast. Before I could spin around and gather my clothes and storm out, he grabbed me. I swore it would be the last time I let him grab me. One last time.

  "Thing about me is, I'm stubborn. When I see something I like, I take it. I push things as far as they can go, and we're barely even on the track yet."

  He kept pulling, and I kept yielding.

  "If you had a different last name, we wouldn't be talking about this. I ain't giving up shit, and I ain't asking you to give up anything. Whatever this is that we've got, it's not going to take anything away from us, understand? It'll only give us more."

  Shit. He buried his hands in my hair, one on each side of my face.

  "Spend the night," he said, pulling me until I was an inch from his lips, my eyes lowered to watch them. "Leave in the morning. Leave and say you won't come back."

  I put my hands on his wrists, not even trying to pull free.

  "You'll come back, baby," he said with a final smirk. "Just like right now, you're gonna let me kiss you, and then you're gonna let me lay you out on this bed and make you come again. Because fuck if you don't look good when you're coming."

  "Oh," I moaned, falling onto his lips like tripping into a hole. He was wrong. I was strong. I'd stay away. For his sake, and for mine. But tonight...tonight, I'd let him be right. Just for tonight. One last night...

  Chapter 19

  Sinner

  "You've gotta stop thanking us," Train growled over his beer. "It's getting old."

  I smirked in his direction. I felt good. Real good.

  "Little princess up there is gonna get the A-list treatment," Pony nodded. "Whether you like it or not."

  "I like it," I chuckled.

  "If you can't pick 'er up after school, we will. If that bitch takes two steps in our direction, they'll be the last she ever takes," Spit jumped on the conversation. "Still can't believe it. I knew she was crazy, but you'd have to be certified to hurt a little girl like Amy."

  I couldn't agree more. My ex was a psycho. But I didn't think Danielle was crazy enough to try and get Amy back anytime soon. The way we rolled up, fifteen strong with my cage bringing up the rear, casting a low thunder up and down the block from the rumbling of the engines...we were a fucking sight, man. Walking up that stoop for the second time in twelve hours felt a lot better with my boys at my back. Each of them staring straight at Danielle when she got the guts to answer the door.

  "I don't want to hear a word out of your filthy, lying mouth," I said. "Give me my daughter, and get bent."

  She opened her mouth, but Hoff revved his engine at that exact moment, getting her attention. And he must have seen her looking, because he made a little show of lifting his leathers to show off the butt of his pistol. She turned back to me with all of hell in her eyes.

  "She isn't up," Danielle said. "Or packed. Or anything."

  I sighed. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

  "Get out of the house."

  "What? You can't make me..."

  "I can make you do a one-woman naked conga line if I want," I barked. "Get out!"

  That got her moving. I went inside, leaving her to the hateful stares of the Rogue Tide. She wasn't lying, for once. It took me a half hour to rouse Amy and shove enough of her things into a garbage bag. She just sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her eyes, looking confused. I tried to talk the whole time I went through her room, picking out the books and toys I knew she liked best. But she knew something was happening. Something big, and probably scary.

  No scarier than coming home to that monster on the front lawn, though.

  Hand in hand, Amy and I left that piece of crap shotgun with its graying vinyl siding. Walked right past Danielle, who was shivering.

  "Mommy?" Amy asked.

  "You're coming to stay with Daddy, like I said. You won't see Mommy for a while."

  Amy stopped walking, tugging me back with her tiny little arm. I sighed.

  "Say goodbye," I said, turning away. I couldn't watch that woman hug my child. And I definitely couldn’t watch Amy hug her back. Kids don't know how they're supposed to be treated. So if you treat them like shit, they just accept it as love. Amy loved her mother, no matter how much it wound up hurting her. All the different ways that it hurt her.

  There was nothing like the feeling of her hand slipping back into mine.

  "Okay, Daddy," she said. "Leggo."

  She sounded resigned. She sounded a million years old. She waved to the boys, her "uncles", but there was no life in it. No spirit. No joy.

  "Are you hungry, rice cake?" I asked, leading her to the car, buckling her into the car seat, getting behind the wheel. She shook her head, looking out the window. We drove off, leaving Danielle on that cold, brown lawn, watching us go. I hoped it was the last time I ever saw her. If she was at all smart, she'd make sure that was so.

  I got her to eat a little when we returned to the clubhouse, but she still seemed so tired that I put her to bed for an early nap. Boots volunteered to keep an eye on her, and the guys were at the bar, some little lollipop serving drinks.

  "Thanks again," I said, unable to stop myself. I'd had maybe a bit much to drink, especially considering it wasn't quite noon. I needed it, bad.

  "Stop it," Train barked, clapping a hand on my back. "You know we'd do it for anyone. You know we love that girl."

  "I know," I said. "Hard not to, isn't it?"

  "Hear, hear," Tusk said, clinking his beer to mine.

  "Hey, Sinner," Army's voice cut through the general din. He was sitting around the bar, caddy-corner to me. Looking into his beer like it was a fortune-teller's crystal ball. "Where'd you ride from this morning?"

  He brought some attention to himself, asking a question like that. It was a weird one. Who cared? No one kept tabs on patched members.

  "What's it to you?" I growled.

  "I was just wondering," he said. "You never did come back here after patrols, and when you rode up this morning you were
coming the opposite way than usual."

  "C'mon, Army," I grinned through my discomfort. "You know what side of town your mom lives on. Ask her where I was last night."

  Some good-hearted chuckles eased the tension. Some of those chuckles even came from Army, though the laughter on his lips didn't reach his eyes. What the hell was his angle? He was way out of his league, a spring chicken like him questioning me. I'd been riding with this club longer than he'd been out of high school.

  Maybe if I didn't have anything to hide, it wouldn't have bothered me.

  But I was sleeping with the enemy, in the most literal of terms. I didn't really want to have to defend myself or Lucya to the rest of the club. Especially not after they did me a favor like that. Like having a Maximovich in my bed was even a bad thing - if anything, it was good for us. She'd let me know if the Bratva decided to pull some shit.

  Wouldn't she?

  For the first time, I stopped and thought about that. I'd just taken it for granted that she'd tell me whatever she knew about Uncle Al's plans.

  She cared enough to tell me about Amy. She cared enough to stay in that room and wait. And she cared enough to pretend like she wasn't going to crawl right back to me as soon as she got the nerve. I'd say that added up to a hell of a lot of caring. The kind of caring that wouldn't let her stand by and watch me or my club get ambushed. Even if she stuck to this ridiculous one-night-at-a-time, every-time-is-the-last-time bullshit.

  And if I was wrong?

  It could all be posturing. Maybe someone thought I'd be an easy target. Someone to get close to in the club. Figure out how we operate.

  Well, fuck that. I liked her plenty - more than I wanted to admit, in fact - but I wasn't stupid enough to let her near the clubhouse. Or even my own apartment. If we did this the way I wanted to, we'd keep it to hotel rooms. No worries.