Fugitives MC

by Daphne Loveling

  When Brenna’s car had disappeared over the hill, Rube started his squad car and drove into the lot himself, parking in a narrow strip of shade provided by a line of trees at the edge of the lot.

  The Horse was fairly deserted at this hour, with only a few customers and a club member or two. Rube walked up to Bullet, who was sitting with a large-breasted redhead who looked like she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. “Chig around?” he asked.

  Bullet hoisted himself off his chair. “In the back,” Bullet muttered. “I’ll go see if he’s accepting visitors,” he smirked at the chief.

  A couple of minutes later, Chig appeared. “Jesus Christ, I’m a popular man today,” he smirked. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Chief?”

  “Can we talk somewhere private?” Rube asked.

  Chig led the chief through the hall to his back office. “What’s so private?” he asked when the two of them had sat down.

  “I’m here to ask you whether you’ve been approached by Bob Jenkins about selling the land that the Iron Horse is on to him for his new housing development,” Rube began.

  “I think you know I have, Chief, otherwise you wouldn’t be asking.”

  “Yeah, I do know. Apparently, you aren’t interested.”

  “What, and give up all this luxury?” Chig smirked, spreading his hands wide.

  “Listen, Chig,” Rube continued, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “I know you and me, we ain’t got much love lost between us. But I’m giving you fair warning. You might want to consider Jenkins’ offer on this. I’m sure he’s being more than generous on it. I’m sure there’s other places you and your club can go. Hell, the old trucking company warehouse on the other side of town’s been sitting empty for over a year now. It’s for sale for a song, it’d give you more space, and it ain’t in an area that’s likely to be pegged for development anytime soon.”

  Chig had leaned far back in his chair as the chief talked, and now looked him with a speculative grin. “Why don’t you tell me why you’re all of a sudden in the real estate business, Chief. You stand to make money on this development deal, yourself? Or are you just getting’ your dick sucked by Jenkins?”

  Rube shook his head in frustration. “Chig, I ain’t at liberty to say more. And I had a feeling you weren’t gonna listen to a word I said. But let me tell you this: some shit is gonna come flyin’ at you like a freight train if you ain’t careful. I know you and me are on different sides of the law, but… consider this a friendly warning.”

  The chief got up from his chair and nodded once at Chig, then walked down the hall and out of the bar to his parking lot. Rube sighed and started his car, pulling out on the highway to head back toward town. He needed to go talk this over with the Bear before things went any further. The mayor was gonna need to keep a leash on his daughter. Keep her away from the club until this was all over.

  Chapter Nine

  “Jesus Christ, Bren!”

  Brenna watched her father impassively as he stormed around his home office.

  “What in the hell are you doing, hanging around that greaseball?” Bear was furious, not only because his daughter continued to say that she and Chad were through, but because Rube Rubensen had just called and said he’d seen Brenna leaving the Iron Horse in her car. “You’re not even twenty-one! You got no business being in a bar in the middle of the day, or at all for that matter! Not to mention a goddamn biker bar, for Christ’s sake!” Not to mention the biker bar I’m planning to have the police raid any day now. But of course, Brenna couldn’t be told that.

  Brenna herself was paralyzed in her chair, caught between fear that her father would guess what she’d been up to at the bar, and defiance born of feeling strongly that he was doing something wrong. Her face reddened with guilt as she realized she had just betrayed her father by telling Gonzo about the conversation she had overheard between Bear and the chief.

  “Why do you care so much what I do?” she shot back at her father. “You afraid that me being seen at a biker bar will hurt your chances getting elected to the state legislature? ‘Cause it sure as hell isn’t because you’re concerned about me.”

  “Sweetheart, how can you say that? Of course I’m concerned about you. Your safety, for one thing. Those bikers aren’t boy scouts. You have no idea what goes on in that club.”

  “And you do?” Brenna challenged.

  “A lot better than you do,” her father replied sternly. “Plus, I’m a man. I know what men get up to when there’s lots of testosterone mixing around, and lots of willing women at their disposal. Honey, you wouldn’t have a chance against one or more of those men if they decided they wanted to have their way with you.”

  Brenna thought back to Gonzo’s words that first night as they entered the bar: Bikers tend to share the wealth. So if you don’t want to invite unwanted attention, you make it clear you’re with me. The thought at once frightened and excited her. An involuntary thrill ran up the back of her spine as she imagined being pushed down onto a pool table and taken roughly by a leather-clad biker. A biker with Gonzo Hendricks’ face.

  “… away from that bar, you hear me?” her father was saying as she shook herself from her reverie. Turning her head to look up at him, she frowned her disapproval and said in a knowing tone: “You sure that’s the only reason you want me away from there? Nothing else at all?”

  Her question seemed to fluster Bear, who looked down at his desk and then back up at her angrily. “Yes, I’m sure. Now, get the hell out of here and let me get to work. And don’t let me hear you were hanging around the Iron Horse again.” His voice told her the conversation was over, and she got up without a world and left his office, closing the door behind her. Back up in her room, she stared out her window as she contemplated what her father had just said. It’s not like I’ll ever go in there again, anyway. I’d rather die than run after Gonzo like a lovesick kid. He’s already showed me he isn’t interested in me. Why would he be, with a club full of women to choose from, all with more experience than me?

  In Brenna’s imagination, she saw Gonzo with girls draped around him like they had been around Spider that first night. Her heart pounded as she imagined him fucking first one, then the other, as they stroked him and screamed their pleasure. Her face grew hot, her stomach twisting with jealousy and anguish. In spite of herself, she felt her arousal grow as she pictured the scene, the heat between her legs undeniable. The thought of Gonzo sating his lust with someone else became unbearable to her, and she lay back on her bed and closed her eyes, forcing the image in her mind to change. Now it was she who was with Gonzo, the two of them in a darkened room with no one else there. Trembling a little, Brenna reached one hand up and under her bra, finding her hardening nipples. The other hand undid the button on her jeans and slipped under her panties. Brenna stifled a moan as she spread her legs and began to caress her slick folds with a tentative finger. She lightly pinched first one taut nipple, then the other. Arching her head back from the pleasure of it, she found her hardening nub and swirled a glistening finger around it, gasping softly as she imagined it was Gonzo’s hot tongue. She was close already, so close. Brenna moved her hand away from her desperate clit and plunged a finger inside herself, wishing it was Gonzo pushing himself deep inside her, filling her. Her breath came in shallow pants as she imagined him between her legs, plunging over and over. She inserted another finger and began to move her hips in rhythm, thrusting against her palm as tiny beads of sweat began to form on her heated forehead. Brenna whimpered as her clit brushed against the skin of her palm, the friction driving her higher and higher until soon, she stifled a cry and felt herself shatter into orgasm. She lie on her bed, shuddering, as she struggled to keep the image of Gonzo in her head, but it faded as her release did, until after a minute or so, she found herself lying on her bed alone.

  Saddened and wishing she hadn’t allowed herself to fantasize about something that she could never have, Brenna forced herself to get up off the bed
and go for a run. Physical exhaustion was the only thing she could think of to get her mind off the biker. It had been many months since she had run last, and she laced up her shoes and headed out without bothering to tell her father where she was going. Once outside, she walked down the front steps and stood on their sidewalk to stretch, then turned right and headed off on the route that in high school she had run two or three times a week.

  The route she took was so automatic, Brenna didn’t think twice about where she was headed until she realized she had turned into the street where Chad’s house was. Back when they were first together, Brenna had loved turning into this street, the chance that she would catch Chad on his front lawn or coming out of his house always a possibility. Today, she realized with a start where she was and was about to turn around when she saw Chad’s car coming in her direction. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath as the BMW rolled to a stop next to her.

  “Coming to see me?” Chad asked with an easy grin that bordered on arrogant.

  “No, actually, I just turned down this street out of habit, without thinking,” Brenna replied.

  “Yeah, right.” Chad’s tone told her he clearly did not believe her. What the hell do I care what he believes? she thought defiantly.

  “So, I’m on my way to see your dad down at the mayor’s office, actually,” Chad grinned self-importantly. A flash of irritation coursed through Brenna. She had known instinctively that her breakup with Chad wouldn’t stop her father from hiring him on and hoping for a reconciliation between them, but it still made her mad. Wanting to change the subject, she nodded at Chad’s car. “I see you got it fixed. What was wrong with it?”

  Now it was Chad’s turn to look irritated. “Fuel injector,” he muttered. Brenna felt a tinge of triumph that the bikers had been right.

  “Well,” said Chad abruptly, “I gotta go. Your dad wants me. Unless you wanna stop in to the house for a while? I’m sure your dad would be fine with me postponing if he knew I was with you.”

  “No, you go ahead. I’m gonna finish my run. Have fun with Daddy,” she said sarcastically, and turned to go. She rolled her eyes as she heard the car drive away, the tires squealing slightly. She thought back to what Gonzo had said about Chad: A walking stereotype. Well, a driving one, anyway, she thought with a slight smile. Brenna started forward to finish her run, picking up her pace a bit. She had to admit, she felt just a little better.

  Chapter Ten

  The next day, Brenna was just emerging from Dr. Harper’s vet clinic after her shift, when she saw Gonzo’s bike parked in the space next to hers. Gonzo was leaning against it, looking at her. The early evening sun was just beginning to dip toward the horizon, and Gonzo’s face was partly obscured by shadow, giving him a mysterious, dark look. Brenna’s stomach leapt in excitement as she walked toward him, willing herself to not act like an idiot in front of him.

  “Hey,” she said softly when she was standing before him.

  “Hey,” he replied simply. “You wanna go for a ride?”

  He handed her a half-helmet, smaller in size than the one she had borrowed from him the first night. As she strapped it on, he put on his own, and waited for her to get on the bike. When she had put her feet on the pegs and wrapped her arms around him, he kicked the motorcycle into gear and they accelerated out of the parking lot and off into the early evening.

  The thrum of the engine between Brenna’s legs was distracting, reminding her of her solo fantasizing about Gonzo the day before. She was glad he couldn’t see her as she blushed crimson, wrapping her arms more tightly around him and angling her hips slightly so the vibrations made her sex tingle. They rode out of town, Brenna enjoying the feel of the wind on her bare arms and the smell of oil and leather from Gonzo’s cut. Her arms felt the muscles of his torso flex as he drove. She imagined how it would feel to run her fingers across his bare chest, his abdomen, tracing a teasing path down his happy trail to his… Brenna’s sex throbbed in response, and she stifled a moan, though she knew he couldn’t hear her.

  Gonzo drove out of town and they kept going until he slowed and pulled into the driveway of an old cemetery that Brenna had often passed by but had never been to. Gonzo stopped the bike and waited for her to get off before he put down the kickstand and dismounted himself.

  “A cemetery?” Brenna asked him teasingly as she removed her helmet.

  “It’s calm here,” he said simply. “No people around. And it’s actually really beautiful there over the ridge.” He pointed off in the distance, where a small cluster of three trees stood outlined against the horizon. “I come here sometimes, when I want to be alone.”

  Brenna followed him as he started toward the trees. He slowed and looked back at her, waiting for her to catch up. Neither of them spoke until they were standing under the tallest of the oaks, looking down into a valley that was bathed golden by the dipping sun.

  “It’s beautiful,” Brenna breathed. There wasn’t a soul in sight; no sounds of cars or people anywhere. Brenna couldn’t remember the last time she’d been to such a peaceful spot.

  “Glad you like it,” Gonzo grinned as he sat down on the grass, resting his arms on his knees. She sat next to him and did the same. After a moment, she looked at him, hating to break the silence but too curious not to. “So, why did you bring me here?” she asked.

  In response, he turned to her. Their eyes met, his bright hazel pools locking on her amber ones. Then his hand reached up to cup the back of her head and he drew her toward him. His mouth was on hers, lips burning with desire and forcing hers open, his tongue probing insistently.

  Brenna moaned and kissed him back ardently. Her body pressed against his as their tongues mingled, tasting one another. Gonzo lay her back on the grass and moved on top of her, pushing her legs apart. She felt the white-hot need of his shaft pressed against her sex, and her body responded instinctively. She rocked her hips against him, the two of them falling into a rhythm that their bodies created for themselves. Brenna’s breath began to come in short, shallow gasps as his lips broke from hers and traced a burning path down her neck. Oh, God, yes… She needed him with a need so ferocious and all-consuming that it was all she could do not to scream it in desperation.

  “Feel that?” Gonzo whispered, pressing himself against her.

  “Yes,” she replied in a strangled voice.

  “That’s why I brought you here. This is what you do to me. And I can’t take it anymore.” His mouth sought hers again, their tongues touching with a fiery jolt of passion. His hands moved underneath her T-shirt, and she lifted up for him as they went behind her. He lifted the shirt over her head, then unfastened her bra and pulled it away from her. His mouth lowered onto her breast, and Brenna moaned as he began to tease the tender nipple with his tongue and teeth. She arched her back with pleasure, straining toward his delicious touch, and then he moved to the other side, teasing that nipple into hardness as well.

  Brenna’s hands were under his leather cut, feeling at last the hot, flexing skin of his abdomen as he moved on top of her. She reached down to his hips and pulled them to her as she writhed against him. He cursed with pleasure and met her thrust for thrust, the need running hot between them. Gonzo paused and raised himself up so that he was kneeling before her. He unbuttoned her jeans and began to ease them down over her hips, taking her panties with them. Brenna looked around nervously for a moment, but realized how alone and hidden from view they were. She knew anyway that she couldn’t stop what was happening between them. Not any more than she could stop herself from thinking about him night and day when he wasn’t with her.

  She lay there before him now, completely naked and vulnerable, her breasts heaving with emotion and desire. “Jesus Christ, you have no idea how fucking beautiful you are,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. Leaning back, he pulled his own pants down, and his hard shaft sprang free. Timidly at first, Brenna’s hand found his cock. Gonzo drew his breath in sharply as she wrapped her hand around his rigid shaft. She ran her hand
over it, mesmerized by the velvety skin covering the steely hardness beneath. Gonzo’s body stiffened as she stroked it. He held his breath as though paralyzed by her touch. After a few moments he grabbed her wrist, stopping her. “I’m too close, you have to stop,” he murmured. Reluctantly, she moved her hand away, and then tugged upwards on his T-shirt, making him understand she wanted him to take it off. He shrugged off his cut and pulled the shirt over his head. Then he lay on top of her again, skin to skin. Brenna’s nipples grazed against his chest and she moaned softly, opening her legs to him and wrapping them around his waist. She rocked her pelvis toward him and whimpered her need. Suddenly he leaned back and looked at her: “I forgot…” he began.

  “Shhh, it’s okay, I’m on the pill,” she whispered, drawing him back down to her. She was throbbing almost painfully in her core now, her nether lips aching with needing him. Again, she rocked her pelvis toward him, and he let out a strangled sigh as the tip of his stiff member grazed her dripping center. She arched her back and pulled him towards her, urging him with her hips. “Please, Gonzo,” she moaned softly. He angled his hips and thrust slowly, pushing into her with a long, fluid motion that made Brenna gasp and cry out softly. Brenna responded by spreading her legs wider to take him in more deeply, grasping wildly at his hips. He groaned and withdrew, then thrust inside her again, deeper this time. Her muffled cries urged him on, and his movements became frenzied as he plunged inside her over and over. Brenna’s pleasure began to mount as his slickened shaft slid against her needy clit. The rising tide of her ecstasy went higher and higher as she clung to him, and then with one final thrust he pushed her over the edge as the wave broke and she was rocked with a powerful orgasm that started in her core and radiated outward, making her spasm uncontrollably. As she clenched around him, he groaned and released the hot pulse of his own orgasm, erupting deep inside her and coating her with his pleasure.