Beneath His Ink (Highway Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 3)

by Hampton, Sophia

  Taking his furred cheeks between her hands, she turned his face so she could lick at lips so pink he always looked like he’d just been eating something. Trying to be teasing and tantalizing was fun, but she was turning herself on probably as much as she was turning him on. He smiled as she kissed him, and it made the kiss sweeter than it had been before. God, she loved this man. Wait…. what?

  The turn of her thoughts made her see that she was thinking of the wrong things. He wasn’t hers to keep; she was just having a bit of fun with his body until they got out of this mess or one of them moved on. That’s what she thought they were doing, so she needed to stop her mind from making this more than it was. Did she want him for herself? Abso-fucking-lutely, but she wouldn’t beg for any man to stay with her. If they didn’t want to stay, they could walk away. She’d be hurt, but he’d never know about it.

  She softly bit into his lower lip and dove in when he opened his mouth. The inside of his mouth was warm and tasted like some kind of mint. She swirled her tongue with his and hoped he could feel all the things she was unwilling to say, even if neither of them were willing to say them.

  He was not a silent partner in this exchange because he had hold of her ass cheeks and squeezed her, bringing her into to meet his hard cock. If she could let go of his mouth enough to take a breath, they could get a few layers of clothes off so they could really get started, but she didn’t want to let him go for any reason.

  When he reached up to roughly fondle her breasts, she couldn’t stop the moan that exited her mouth. As much as she liked to be in charge of everything, she loved when he took charge. He found her nipple through the cloth of her shirt and bra and rolled it between his thumb and index finger.

  “You love to have your tits played with, don’t you?”

  She didn’t even know how to respond to that, but since he went back to tugging and pinching her in one of her most favorite areas she figured he wasn’t looking for an answer. Taking her shirt and bra off in one swoop made Tyson chuckle a bit until he saw her breasts, his laughter stopped, and he brought her close enough to get one of her breasts close enough to his mouth to suck on her.

  He did that so well. It wasn’t like he licked and tasted soft and slow; he drew on her hard and pinched the other. She wanted to come so badly that she rubbed her throbbing clit against his hard cock. Even through all the layers of cloth, she could feel his pulsing, and it was making her hotter.

  “You are not going to come without my cock in your hot pussy.” He pushed her a bit so she stood up, and he took off his clothes while watching her. She didn’t think she had ever taken off her clothes as fast as she did then.

  “Wow, you are beautiful Ella, and you’re so ready for me. Aren’t you?” He sat back down on the couch with his thick, hard cock pointing straight up.

  “Looks like you’re ready too,” she said as she straddled him again. This time they were both naked and aroused… no way he could say they weren’t ready.

  “Almost,” he said as he reached into his pocket and got out one of his condoms. He had them ever ready, and she was so grateful he wasn’t one that didn’t come prepared. After he was fully sheathed, he looked up at her. “Now I’m ready. Hop on, lady.”

  It was funny that he was cracking jokes, and she was about to combust with desire, so she did what he’d asked and took the smile right off his face. She placed the head of his cock at her opening, and she wondered if she was going to have a problem with being just too wet. It probably wasn’t an issue because she was a smaller woman and he was a large cocked man. It hadn’t been too long since they’d had sex, but she’d never ridden him. It was an exciting change of point of view. Instead of her looking up at him, she was looking down, and the bounce of her full breasts felt different.

  She wanted so many things. With his cock stretching her out at full capacity her full nipples were feeling neglected, so halfway down she hooked an arm around his head and brought him to her breasts. He never turned down an opportunity to suck her into his mouth, and she couldn’t be more thrilled with the way he used his mouth to work out each and every noise she was trying to hold back.

  He didn’t use his hands, and for some reason that was frustrating her. She knew he was trying to give her what he thought she wanted, but now she wanted something different. When her ass touched his lap, she felt full beyond measure and she gave him a squeeze with her pussy and reveled in the moan that he let out. This could be fun she thought as she prepared to drive him out of his mind. Picking up the pace, she lifted up and down, and he let her nipple pop out of his mouth as he wanted to kiss her mouth.

  She really liked playing like this. Riding him and watching what expression crossed his face. That was probably why he liked this position with him on the top.

  “Your fun is about to come to an end, Ella.”

  “Really?” She could barely understand what he was saying as she went along at a gallop on his lap.

  “Well, maybe not to and end, but we are getting ready to change everything up. I love you riding my cock, but I want to get into that pussy deeper, and by the look on your face you want me to do that too.”

  She wouldn’t confirm or deny what he was saying, but she wished he’d hurry up with whatever he had planned.

  He flipped her so she was now on her back on the couch and she squealed. It was awesome being with such a strong man. Tyson was done playing, and that was great because so was she. He brought her down to pound town with the strength of his strokes, and she loved it. Watching his face as he concentrated— even though she didn’t know if he was concentrating on her or on not coming too fast— made her giddy. Whichever it was, it didn’t matter, because she just loved the expression by itself. The feel of his big body over hers always made her feel pampered.

  “Don’t hold back, Tyson, give it to me like you mean it.”

  “I always mean it.” The smirk he gave her let her know she was getting ready to get it just the way she wanted it. “I take that comment to mean that you want it harder or do you want it faster?”

  She was trying to answer, but he was giving her deep thrusts in between each of his words, and damn did that feel good. Holding on to him but he moved back to kneel on the couch and he lifted her so her torso would still be at fucking level.

  “You’re not saying anything, and you know how much I love to hear what you have to say. You didn’t even answer my question.” He was playing with her now, and she wondered how he could do that. Be so involved but just turn down how much he was being effected.

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t think that was the answer to any question I had.” He slowed his hips and the wonderful thrusts he was giving, and she almost wanted to cry.

  “Don’t stop,” she told him.

  “Then I’d like an answer.”

  “The answer was yes I want it harder and faster. I’m so close. Make me come.”

  “Mmmm… that’s better. You know I love to hear your voice, and you saying words I like is even better.” Tyson resumed his thrusts’ speed and firmness, and she couldn’t stop her body from winding up tight even though she wanted to wait for him. She was winding faster and harder until suddenly it seemed like the spring popped, and she was flung into pleasure as her abdominal muscles and her clit knew wave after wave of contractions and a release that came faster than she could count.

  She was on her way down from that high when she could feel his hard cock spurting within her walls. He had the best orgasm face she’d ever seen, but she didn’t think she’d tell him that. His brow was furrowed, and his eyes were closed, but it was that sexy mouth that was open just a little bit that drew her notice. She kissed him all over his face, but then ended with a deep kiss so she could feel his orgasm like she’d just felt hers. He made noises like she tasted like his favorite treat as he savored her as much as she did to him.

  His phone ringing stopped all the kissing, and he pulled out his cock as he reached for the phone.

  “Hello
,” Tyson said quickly. He looked at her, and she knew it was trouble on the other end of that line. She wanted to hear what he was saying so badly, but he took the phone in the other room and left her on the couch.

  “And so it starts,” she said to the empty room.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Tyson had been hoping for some more time before all this got started, but it looked like they wanted to get their money back and fast. His cock was still wet and encased in a condom, but he knew the police were listening just as hard as the Reapers.

  “I’ve got a place and a time, but I don’t want no cops there.” Stephen was the leader of the motor cycle club, and he must have felt there was going to be a problem.

  “I don’t want any cops there either, but you have to admit that the way you handled Bruce is going to have them on my trail to see if anyone else is in need of saving.”

  “I hope you aren’t trying to get me to admit anything.” Just the voice of Stephen was enough to turn Tyson’s stomach. This man wasn’t in the motorcycle club for the love of it; he wanted to terrorize people. He didn’t want Ella anywhere around them.

  “I wasn’t trying to do anything like that. I just wanted you to be aware that they are likely following me and will be doing so for a good long while.” Tyson wanted him to reveal his crime, but he should have known it wasn’t going to be that easy.

  “Let’s meet tonight at seven over at Haymaker’s.”

  Tyson knew that was the old hang out for clubbers, but he didn’t think the new guys hung out there. “I’ll be there.”

  “Glad to hear it. Bring Ella with you.” The silence after Stephen said that was full of heat and regret. He didn’t want Ella anywhere around this freak. Maybe he could fight it or at least ask why he wanted that when this should be between the men.

  Just hearing her name coming out of Stephen’s mouth was enough to make Tyson start to see red. “I don’t want her involved in this. You guys have done enough. She served time for a crime she didn’t commit, so let’s just leave her out of it.”

  “I know what we did to her, and I’m sorry about that.”

  Tyson was almost shocked at how genuine the man sounded about feeling remorse about Ella’s prison sentence that she didn’t deserve, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want her left out of it.

  “But, I don’t want to leave her out of it. She owed us money too, and I want her there. If not we’ll just have to see if we can find her ourselves.” The sick sounding bastard was back. This man had more personalities than should have been allowed by law, but he was still going to work on keeping Ella out of this.

  “Is that a threat?”

  “Nope, just saying that she owes us, and I want her to be there when you both settle the score.”

  There was more to it than that. Tyson knew that much. Unbelievably it made him much happier that the police had heard this conversation and that they would be involved. He didn’t think anything would be able to make him feel a glimmer of hope in this moment.

  He wanted to say something back but Tyson was so mad, he couldn’t put even a few words together.

  “See you and Ella at Haymaker’s tonight at seven come alone or else. Yes, that was a threat.” Stephen hung up, and Tyson hoped the people who were supposed to be listening to the call did the right thing. The way his luck was going, they would have missed it, and he’d be in this alone.

  He put down the phone and cleaned himself off, because dried cum didn’t feel that great especially since he had to fight the condom that he’d left in place when he answered the phone. Ella was out there, and he knew she would be waiting to hear what was going on. He also knew she would be raising hell if she found out he’d gone without her.

  The phone rang again, and he thought about not answering it, but what good would that do?

  “Hello.” Tyson was all clean but still naked. He didn’t think he’d ever talked so much business in the buff, but that’s what having a sex pot within reach at all times must lead to.

  “We heard the phone call, so we’ll expect both of you down at the station at five pm.” It sounded like the loud mouth detective Johnson was on the line, and he would have to guess because the man didn’t tell him his name but just jumped into the conversation.

  “I’m not bringing Ella down to the station, for one they will probably be following us, and the other is Ella doesn’t like places like that. The precinct or the court house as you can imagine bring back a lot of memories and most of them aren’t good.”

  “Alright… alright. Well come over to your place. We wanted to talk to her a little bit anyway so we can do both.”

  “What do you have to talk to her about?” Tyson knew they weren’t going to tell him, but he had to ask anyway. This new feeling of protectiveness was so odd to him, but he didn’t want to share it with her.

  “That’s a police matter. We’ll be over in about forty five minutes.” It was the second time in the last half an hour that he’d been hung up on, and he didn’t like it either time.

  The light tapping on the door told him that his girl was done waiting, and he couldn’t say he blamed her. In fact, she’d given him more time than he’d have given her if she was in the bathroom and he was on the other side waiting.

  “I’ll be out in a minute.” Tyson waited a few seconds before he opened the door looking for Ella. She wasn’t in the front room where he’d last seen her, so he pulled on his shorts and jeans before he wandered up the stairs. The door was open in the hallway, so he walked to it and saw Ella sitting on the bed. She looked like she’d gotten freshened up, but the worry on her face was hard to take.

  “Hey,” she said like she didn’t want to start any trouble, but knew that trouble was coming.

  “It’s a big place.” He knew this was lame, but he didn’t even want to say the words that he was going to have to say.

  “Yes it is very roomy. Come on, Tyson, don’t string me around like this we both know you have something so say so just get it over with. Apparently something is going on, and I want to know what it is. If you were me can you tell me it wouldn’t be killing you to know what’s going on?”

  She was right. There was no way in the world he would have let her talk to someone on the phone in the bathroom and given her privacy while she did it. He would have been pounding on the door and demanding to be a part of this. She deserved the truth… all of it… like when he said he was going tell her when he was waiting to be released from the police station.

  “The truth is the first phone call was from the Reapers. They want to get the money tonight, but the catch is they want you to come with me. I’m against it, but like I said the phone was bugged and the cops heard all about it.” He wanted to go to her and tell her this story, but he knew as soon as he touched her they’d lose track of the time, and he wasn’t going to let anyone catch her bare assed naked. That was for his eyes only.

  “I can’t say I’m sad about that, because I wanted to be there in the first place. You knew that.” Ella was giving him a once over, but he was not going to go there with her. This was serious business, and they didn’t have much time.

  “The police are going to be here in less than forty five minutes to talk to you, and they are supposed to tell us what they want us to do tonight. I want this to be a simple procedure, but I feel like it’s going to go to hell in a hand basket quicker than shit.” He ran his hands through his hair and hated the feeling of helplessness that came over his thoughts. It wasn’t anything he could put his finger on, but there was something just not right with any of this. It was like he was on a runaway plane; he had no control of this situation whatsoever, and it was hurting him to his core.

  “Well that’s thinking positively,” she said with a snicker in her voice.

  “It may not be positive, but I just don’t have a good feeling about this.” He would have tried to put on a positive front for her, but since she was going to be there with him she should know how he really felt.

  “The
time is here to clear our names, and I’m going to think positively for the both of us.” She got up and walked over to him offering a hug. He’d wanted nothing more than to leave the police station and tell her how he was feeling about her and how he’d seen her at her worst like she’d seen him. He had plans of them talking about the future, and what it meant to both of them, but now with this looming over their heads it wasn’t the time for any of that. It would be put off for another day, if both of them made it out of this alive. The guys they were working with weren’t the guys of his club. They were different, ruthless, and not family oriented. His guys would never kill of a member of the club that still worked with them, and they wouldn’t try to set up an ex-club member either. He didn’t know what kind of people these were, but he didn’t want to be around them. Even more than that, he didn’t want them breathing the same air as Ella.