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Hard Rider (A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance)

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by Wild, Nikki


  But we didn’t know that at the time, and the conversation went towards the inevitable as we lay in bed together, panting while our brains swam in a concoction of post-orgasmic chemicals.

  “Let us assume that you wound up pregnant in the future,” Hunter mused aloud. I settled a little harder into the crook of his arm as he spoke. “What would you want to do?”

  “Keep it,” I answered immediately.

  “Oh yeah?” He turned his head my way.

  I nodded thoughtfully. “I’m not comfortable with the idea of… you know… that. I don’t think that I could go through with it.”

  “Right,” he replied, subtly nodding as well. “I’m not sure that I could ever ask you, anyway.”

  That surprised me. “What do you mean?”

  Hunter turned his face upward, smirking. “Don’t get me wrong. I have no intentions of being a young father. We’re not ready for anything like that… hell, Sarah, you only just turned eighteen, and I only have a year on you…”

  He exhaled a brief sigh.

  “…But honestly? If we ever had a kid, I’d want to give that kid the best goddamn childhood any kid will ever have. I’d raise that child to be clever, resourceful, and a force to be reckoned with.”

  I took in his words, watching the profile of his face as he spoke. When he paused at the end, I squeezed closer and planted a huge kiss on his cheek.

  “You mean that?”

  Hunter turned his face towards me again. “Even if we got pregnant young, Princess… I know that you and I would figure it all out. I’d give up whatever it took to raise that kid right.”

  “Even your bike?”

  Hunter’s face darkened subtly. Oh shit. Did I just push too much?

  “My bike is part of who I am,” he told me in no uncertain terms, “but… truth be told, I’d put it all on the line for the kid. If it came to that, I’d make my peace with it. For sure.”

  “Goddammit, Hunter Hargreaves, I don’t know what to do with you,” I shook my head with utter surprise and admiration. “If it was going to be anyone, it would have to be with you. No doubt.”

  “Yeah?” He smiled slyly, feigning aloofness. He knew better than to try and pull one on me. I could tell that he was quietly scanning my eyes, searching for a kink in my conviction.

  “Absolutely,” I grinned, snuggling up against his chest. “I don’t want to be a teenage parent either, but one day… is it bad that I’ve wondered what a kid between us would be like?”

  “Nah,” he responded with a slight shrug of the shoulders. “Truth be told, it’s kinda crossed my mind as well.”

  “Really?”

  “Oh yeah,” he answered. “Which would you rather: a boy or a girl?”

  “You tell me first.”

  “I asked first,” he insisted with a smile.

  “Fine… I don’t know,” I lied.

  “Well, if you’re not exactly sharing, I’ll tell you,” Hunter chuckled. “I have a good feeling about a boy.”

  “A boy?”

  Hunter sensed apprehension. “Why, is that bad? Would you rather a second little Princess in my life?”

  “Actually… I think I like the idea of two men in my life,” I considered. “My big man and my little man. Following in his old man’s footsteps. Becoming a handsome, dastardly little guy. Oh, the girls are going to fawn all over him…”

  “With my striking good looks and your natural beauty, probably so,” Hunter chuckled. “He’d have my convictions and resourcefulness, and your luck and pride… what a killer combination.”

  “Hey!” I poked him in the side. “I’m resourceful too! Don’t pretend that I’m not.”

  “Point taken,” he laughed, shrugging off my feeble attempts to stick it to him, “but your pride outweighs that. You’ve always gotta do things your way… I let you, because your way is my way, but one of these days that ain’t going to exactly work…”

  “Hmph,” I growled, although it came about with the rough tenacity of a newborn puppy.

  “Oh, don’t do that,” he smiled, pulling me closer. He nuzzled his face into my neck and whittled away a little at my irritation. “We all have our flaws. Hell, I’m not perfect. Never claimed to be.

  “But we’ll grow together and work on these things… especially if we’re going to be parents in the future.”

  “Yeah… I guess so,” I conceded.

  “So, not interested in having a girl?” Hunter questioned curiously.

  “I’ll take whatever comes my way. After all, I’m resourceful.” I couldn’t resist the opportunity to lightly chide him, and he cast me a small, miffed look before accepting my answer.

  At least we’ll be together forever, I thought to myself. There’ll be plenty of time to work all of that out in the coming years.

  Little did I know how wrong I was.

  After all, it would only be three weeks before Hunter learned that his sister had disappeared on vacation to Cancun. The cascading domino effect would set in motion a chain of events that would change our lives forever…

  Sarah

  When Hunter and I were separated over a month later during an orchestrated police raid on his new motorcycle club’s headquarters, I didn’t think that I’d ever see my beloved again.

  I still had to pinch myself as I climbed out of his bed, careful to not wake the slumbering president of the Devil’s Dragons motorcycle club. I slipped away and put on a fresh pot of coffee in his temporary house, reflecting back on the whirlwind of events that brought us back together.

  An impossible choice had separated us. But an incredible coincidence had dropped him back onto my radar hard.

  Stripped of the only other man I’d cared about at a pivotal moment, I followed Daddy’s footsteps into law enforcement. I spent most of that time rising through the ranks through grit, sweat, and the knowledge that my successes were attributed to nepotism and bullshit gender equality.

  As if the entire force dared to think I could possibly be a badass of my own volition.

  My first assignment as a freshly minted detective had forced me onto a cold case: three missing cheerleaders, snatched on a retreat a few hours away in Tucson.

  To my astonishment, my former lover turned up in the files; still with the Devil’s Dragons to which he’d pledged his life. After the law had failed him all those years ago, he’d turned to the notorious club to help find his sister. The following escapade took them below the border to attack a sex-trafficking cartel known as Viboras Verde, the “Vipers of the Green.”

  But the crazy part was how a single snapshot of my old lover figured into my investigation.

  After strolling into town to pull some kind of underworld investigation, Hunter and his biker gang had high-tailed it out of there overnight. Last mentions had placed them in El Paso, Texas, and I knew where I had to go to follow the only warm lead in the entire damned folder.

  Of course, I had no idea that he’d risen through the ranks to become the President of the revived motorcycle club… And I never could have expected that I would land back in his arms…

  After a few setbacks, we led a thrilling midnight ride below the border: the two of us, his assembled gang, and nearly seventy other bikers from his Outlaws alliance of bikers, thugs, and criminals. The assault struck the Viboras Verde hard at their new base, and in the aftermath, we found the girls and laid waste to their operations.

  The girls were saved, but my rampant insubordination came at a cost. Luckily, my police chief was willing to cut me an off-the-table favor, and with a few months of hard work I transitioned into a glorious new field:

  Sarah Buchanan, Private Investigator.

  It was with that career switch on my heels that I returned to El Paso, back to the lover who had swept me off my feet so long ago, saved me from stagnation and destitution when the wheels of chance slapped me on a dead case, and helped me to save eighteen girls from sexual slavery.

  Rubbing my belly absentmindedly, I smiled at the other small thing
that was tying us together now.

  Hunter Hargreaves put a baby in my womb.

  It was more than I could hope for that he and I would hit things off again when I tracked him down. I was hoping we could at least be close allies, if not partners.

  Hunter had exceeded all of my expectations. While I’d initially feared that dedicating his life to the drug-running motorcycle club would extinguish the light inside him, the opposite had been true.

  The fire inside my former lover had burned brighter than ever, searing away the darkness and leading the Devil’s Dragons in a new direction: armed protection and, more recently, vigilante heroism.

  We had fucked long and hard the night that we were reunited, our passions for one another immediately ascending to the surface once more. I didn’t see it at the time, but it was inevitable that we would become lovers again.

  And conversations long since buried in the dust of our shattered lives stirred once more. I wondered – Does he still feel the same way now? Would he set this all aside to protect his child?

  I sipped from my coffee, still lost in thought.

  His convictions had led him to strike down a band of heinous monsters a second time, and he’d risked his life – and those of his men – to seek vengeance on Viboras Verde for their crimes.

  What now? I asked myself.

  Would he do that again, knowing that he has a child on the way? Would he be willing to put his life on the line and leave a fatherless baby in his wake?

  But more importantly, I feared on thing above all others:

  What kind of father will he be?

  As if woken by my pressing thoughts, I felt his presence behind me in that very moment. I held the warm mug cupped in both hands as Hunter’s strong, defined arms wrapped around me, pulling me into his heavy embrace.

  “Couldn’t sleep?”

  “Lots on my mind,” I replied softly.

  “I know. Mine too. It’s been a long time,” he murmured, pressing his lips into my nape as he kissed up to my ear. “I’m so happy that you came back to me.”

  I’d held it out while the media spun its tops. All those girls we’d rescued showed up out of the blue, drugged out of their minds and dropped off at a local hospital. While the headlines went ballistic with wall-to-wall coverage for over a week, I had to lay low and deny my involvement to a police precinct that could smell bullshit from miles away.

  After the news attention died down, I’d begun assessing my options and building the foundations of my new career. All the while, I kept my distance from El Paso, biding my time and playing the game until it was safe to come out from the woodwork.

  But there was another reason I was here, and I’d told him that when I arrived this afternoon.

  Business.

  “What are you thinking about?” He whispered, his words hot against my lobe. “Anything I can help with?”

  I wasn’t sure what to say.

  “It’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” He asked, although his tone was more a conclusion than an inquiry. “You can’t get this new case of yours off your mind.”

  “It’s a lot of things...” I smiled as I turned around, facing him in the light of the kitchen.

  His strong figure as a teenager paled in comparison to the chiseled specimen of male perfection that stood naked before me.

  An old scar ran from his temple down the side of his face. An authoritative tattoo of a winding dragon ran down his rippling arm. His staggering six-pack stretched down to the perfect “V”, pointing down to a huge cock that hadn’t exactly shrunk with age…

  Regardless of my fears to the future… it was still a fairytale that he was even back in my life again, after he was missing for so long. It was like finding the last, wayward piece of a puzzle you’ve been trying to solve for a third of your life.

  “Business as usual so quick, eh?” He chuckled lightly. “That’s fine… although you might need to give me some time to work out the morning wood,” he motioned to his mostly erect cock.

  “I thought we were waiting until morning anyway?” I halfheartedly protested.

  Hunter glanced at a wall clock. I followed his gaze, noting that it was half past four. “It is morning, technically,” he noted calmly. “Princess, if you’re spinning those wheels in your head, I can certainly lend you my ears…”

  “I’ll lend you a hand with that first,” I smiled, leading him by the hand back to the couch. Dropping onto my knees in front of him, letting my gown unfurl to expose my ample bosom and bare body, I climbed onto his lap to straddle his cock.

  “When I said ‘Straight to business…’”

  “Are you complaining?” I asked, stroking his cock beneath my hips as I positioned myself. The sight of his thick dick had started warming up my engines…

  “Complaining? Who said anything about complaining?” He smiled, his words turning into groans with my touch.

  “Sounds a lot like you were complaining,” I murmured as sexily as I could manage, letting the lust drip down into my voice. Although, it was true that my sex drive had been off the charts the last few weeks… I just couldn’t get enough of him.

  Hunter’s strong hands cupped me below my ass. Before I knew what was happening, he had thrown himself down along the couch, pulling me with him to straddle his chest.

  “Wait – what are you–”

  The biker didn’t stop there, sliding me into position. Within seconds, I was dumbfounded and supporting myself against the couch with a stray hand. Just as I realized he had forced me into straddling his face…

  Hot breath cascaded over the lips of my pussy, and his tongue glided against the outer folds. I felt a shudder ride through me as his hands moved to clasp me against his face, holding my hips pinned down.

  “Jesus, Hunter, what’s gotten into… on second thought… don’t stop,” I gasped, clenching his hair with my free hand. “Holy shit, this feels good…”

  It was one thing to lay back and let him fuck me with his tongue, but being forced into such a compromising position – literally riding his face – turned on the heat, hotter than I could have imagined.

  “Always wanted to do this,” I heard him murmur before he sucked on my clit. “Ride my face, babe. Ride my fucking tongue…”

  My hand slipped from the couch, and I clenched my own hair with both as I rocked against his face. The pressure against my wettening loins felt amazing as he paused for breath every once in a while, his steamy exhalations flowing over my folds and sending shivers down my spine.

  “This is so… so…” I couldn’t find the words.

  “Wrong?” I heard the muffled voice.

  Involuntarily, I let loose a low, staggering moan. “Yeah… s-something like that… but it feels so fucking good…”

  Even halfway muffled, that bastard chuckle of his quietly hit the air. Dammit, Hunter, you always know how to work my body better than even I do…

  He relinquished his grip on one of my thighs, and I felt his finger penetrate into my core. If it were possible to crush his skull between my shins, the moment would have been there.

  My fingers clenched into his hair again, furiously forcing the pressure of his mouth and his fingers against my wet pussy as the climax built up inside…

  Wave after wave of successive orgasm struck my body, and I lost myself in a cacophony of moans. Pleasure whiplashed down my spine; briefly, I was afraid that I was going to suffocate the poor man.

  Hunter instead let me pull myself free, climbing off of his face and letting him have access to fresh air again. But before I could try to wobble down to a kneel between his legs, he was throwing me on all fours over the couch cushions.

  My ass exposed to the air, he ripped the gown off of me and gave himself a few quick strokes before pressing into my slickened pussy.

  “Now, I can fuck you as often as I want without the damned condoms,” Hunter groaned into my ear as he mounted me from behind.

  “That’s right, baby,” I huskily whispered back. “Fuck m
e raw. Fuck me like the filthy girl I am.”

  “Damn, Sarah,” he laughed, pulling back to secure better positioning on the couch with me. “You’ve really grown to love the dirty talk, haven’t ya? Maybe I’m rubbing off on you a bit…”

  “Maybe you are, Mr. President,” I cooed, spreading my knees a little further to tighten my grip around his thick cock. “Fuck me until I’m yours…”

  “You’ve never belonged to anyone else…”

  Before I could think of a retort, he had already clutched a fistful of my hair. Tugging my head back, he rode me on all fours like an animal, fucking me into oblivion on the couch. My knuckles went white over the back cushioning edge as he pummeled me into complete submission.

  “You’re still as tight as ever, Sarah,” he groaned into my ear again. I felt his firm arm wrap around my shoulder, sliding into position along my throat. “I’m going to make you scream…”

  His firm, muscular arm served as a light choker, holding my neck into position and only slightly cutting off my air.

  I felt so powerless beneath his might – powerless, and yet whole. I knew that his massive cock twitched only for me; Hunter Hargreaves might say he owns me, but the bond went both ways.

  I owned this cock… I’d owned it since I was nothing but a love-struck teenager, and now we had the bond of the child growing in my womb…

  Ripped from my pure sexual satisfaction, my thoughts went back to our future.

  All the creeping, nagging doubts of Hunter’s place in my life – and his worthiness as a father – wormed their way into my head and broke down my pleasure.

  “Is everything okay? Do you not like that?” Hunter asked suddenly, pulling his arm away from my neck.

  “No, no, it’s fine,” I quickly added. “Just keep fucking me. It’s okay.”

  “Sarah…” he slowed down his movements. “You’re an open book to me. I know when something’s bothering you.”

  I swallowed in my throat, feeling him come to a stop inside my pussy. The wild thrusting that had been close to building up a fresh wave of orgasms was motionless now, and I felt a quick surge of guilt that I hadn’t gotten him off…

 

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