Banger's Ride: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 5)

by Chiah Wilder

  When her warm tongue hit his crown, he had to pinch the base of his dick so he wouldn’t come. She was making him all kinds of crazy. Leaning over, he breathed in jasmine with fresh citrus mingled with the musk of her arousal. He kissed her deep, hard, and wet, and her squirming body under his caressed his dick. Bringing his mouth down to her tits, he hungrily sucked and nipped on her taut nipples, his thumb brushing back and forth against her sweet spot, drawing cries of pleasure from her that drove him wild.

  Placing both hands on her hips, he flipped her over. “Get on your knees,” he commanded. “I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.”

  Belle scrambled to her hands and knees, her breasts swaying as she wiggled her ass against his hard dick. Watching her jiggle, Banger bent down and softy bit the flesh while his hands kneaded the rounded globes. “You’ve got the kind of ass that brings men to their knees, beautiful. Fuck.” He squeezed hard then lightly smacked her ass cheek. “I love this ass.”

  Belle’s moans and whispered sighs egged Banger on, and he kissed her lower back while his hands cupped her hanging tits. Pulling down on her hard nipples, he moved his dick up and down the length of her wet mound. “You want it now?” he asked hoarsely.

  “Yeah. Now.”

  He separated her legs with his knee, her glistening sex making his mouth water. Rubbing her clit with his hand, he rammed his cock inside her soft wetness. His dick felt so good encased in her hot walls. He pummeled in and out, his finger rubbing the side of her hard nub. Belle arched her back, and it made him crazier. With one hand, he caught her hair, pulling it back until she groaned in pleasure. He rode her hard, and her ass pounded back into him, urging him to go faster, harder, deeper. When she screamed out his name, her warmth gripping him like a vise, he knew she was on the waves of ecstasy. His muscles contracted tightly, his body jerking forward as his hips thrusted. He could feel his seed rising up from his balls, then an intense pleasure broke through, like a burst of electricity zapping every part of his body, making him twitch as he felt his come shooting out into the sheath. “Fuck. Belle. Fuck!”

  Her arms tightened around his neck, pulling her close to him, and he kissed her breathless, his tongue slipping in and winding around hers. His body relaxed as he buried his head in the crook of her neck, a warm, drowsy feeling spreading over him. He rolled over, taking Belle with him to nestle in his side. “Fuck, that was intense, baby.” He kissed the side of her head.

  “Wow. Just wow.” She lightly kissed his chest as her finger traced patterns over it.

  They lay together for a long while, Banger dozing for a bit. He couldn’t believe how intense it had been. He hadn’t felt this good since the last time he and Belle had fucked.

  Belle stirred next to him, and he gripped her tighter. “I have to go,” she said in a low voice.

  He didn’t say anything. He didn’t want her to go; he wanted her to spend the night with him, smell her sweet perfume as he drifted off to sleep, and have her again in the morning. If he kept holding her, maybe she’d fall asleep.

  She pushed up. Fuck it. He reluctantly rose, dressed, and held her close as they left his house.

  When they walked into Belle’s house, Banger saw Cara jump away from Hawk, who was zipping up his jeans. “We didn’t hear you come in,” Cara said as she smoothed down her hair.

  “Yeah, I saw that.” Banger smiled, and he laughed inwardly when he noticed red streaks fanning out on Cara’s cheeks.

  “So, Emily and Ethan didn’t give you much trouble?” Belle asked as she took out her wallet.

  “Not at all, and put that away. I’m not taking any money. If you need help with watching Ethan, let me know. I think Hawk will come again too, even though Ethan beat him at a couple of video games.” Cara and Belle laughed while Hawk narrowed his eyes.

  Banger clasped Hawk’s shoulder. “You’re gonna have to practice before coming back. You don’t want the brothers knowing an eleven-year-old kicked your ass.”

  Hawk grumbled something inaudible. Turning to Cara, he drew her to him. “We gotta go.” The couple walked out into the freezing night.

  “Thanks again,” Belle called out to them. Turning toward Banger, she grasped his hand. “I had a wonderful time. Thanks.”

  “No need to thank me. I had the best fuckin’ time in a long while.” He yanked her into his arms and kissed her.

  “Mom?” a small voice said.

  Belle jerked away from Banger, and he looked up to see a boy with a mop of dark, curly hair and blue eyes staring at him from halfway down the stairs.

  Belle rushed to her son. “What’s wrong, baby?”

  “My stomach doesn’t feel so good,” he answered, his eyes on Banger.

  Belle put her hand on his forehead. “You feel warm. Let’s get back in bed, and I’ll take your temperature and give you something for your tummy.”

  Ethan nodded then pointed at Banger. “Who’s he?”

  Panic streaked across her face as she looked at Banger. Clearing his throat, he said, “I’m Banger. You must be Ethan.” He moved toward the stairs. “I’m a friend of your mother’s. She tells me you have quite a baseball collection.”

  A half-smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I do. I have, like a hundred cards.” He looked down at his feet. “Do you like baseball?” Banger heard the hesitancy in his voice.

  “Oh, yeah. I was about your age when I started collecting ‘em.”

  Ethan glanced up, his eyes on Banger’s face. “You must have thousands ‘cause you been doing it for a long time.”

  Banger laughed. “I have a lot. Thousands? Nah. I’m old, but not that old.”

  Belle’s laugh tickled his heart, and the frenzied look in her eyes softened. “Ethan has some very valuable cards.” She ran her hand through her son’s mop of hair.

  “Yeah? I’d like to see them sometime. I’d like to show you mine, too.”

  “Really. Okay. Can I, Mom?” Ethan’s earnest face made both Belle and Banger laugh.

  She hugged her son. “Of course, but right now, you have to get back in bed, and I need to take your temperature.”

  His small shoulders slumped. “All right.” He turned and started to climb the stairs then swiveled halfway around and said, “Nice meeting you. When I feel better, you can come back and see my baseball cards. Bring yours too.”

  “Sounds like a plan. Now, go on and do like your mama asked you to. You listen to her and you’ll be feeling better in no time.” Banger jerked his chin at the boy.

  “Okay. Good night.” Ethan trudged up the rest of the stairs and padded to his room.

  Belle came down and grabbed Banger, kissing him deeply. “Thank you,” she breathed, her breath scorching his skin.

  “For what?”

  “For that—making Ethan feel comfortable. You’re a sweet man, even though you want everyone to think you aren’t.”

  “Fuck, baby, if that’s all it takes to warm you up, I’m all in.” He kissed her hard. “I like your boy. He looks like you—he’s got your hair and cute upturned nose.” Banger kissed the tip of her nose.

  She hugged him, then Banger pulled away, lightly pinching her chin. “Go take care of your son. I’ll call you.”

  On his way home, he cranked up the radio and sang along to Scorpions’ “Rock You Like A Hurricane,” heat radiating through his chest. He liked the boy, and he really liked the mom.

  Turning his engine off, he jumped from the car and went into his house. In the bedroom, he stared at the mussed-up bed, then walked over to it. He picked up the pillow and inhaled her scent of jasmine on the pillowcase. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes landed on his and Grace’s wedding picture on the bedroom dresser. A jab seized his heart, and he darted his eyes from the picture to the bed. Sighing, he shuffled over to the dresser and picked up the photograph, staring at the love and happiness in his and Grace’s eyes. An image of Belle’s electric blue orbs and infectious smile filled his mind. Slowly, he opened the drawer, placing the wedding
picture in it.

  He walked to the kitchen and grabbed a beer while images of Grace and Belle ran through his mind. After draining the bottle, he went back to the bedroom and stripped down to his boxers. Before slipping between the sheets, he looked back at the dresser and the empty spot where his wedding picture had been. He rubbed his eyes, and a thickness formed in his throat. Ambling back to the dresser, he took the photo out, placing it back in its spot, then flopped into bed, the scent of Belle all around him. As he closed his eyes, Belle’s laughter, soft body, and curly hair danced across his brain, not Grace’s. His heart soared when he thought of the time he had spent with Belle that night.

  Sucking in his breath, his temples pounding, he got up and put his wedding picture back in the dresser drawer, then went back to bed. With the scent of Belle in his nose and the taste of her still on his tongue, he fell into a deep slumber.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The week flew by, and Belle was busy at work and taking care of Ethan. He ended up staying home from school for one week, and Belle wasn’t able to take off more than one day at work, so she’d asked Holly to help out. Belle didn’t know what she’d ever do without Holly, who was always there, offering to lend a hand.

  Emily, of course, had been more trouble than help during the previous week, and her attitude and lack of responsibility had made Belle come to a decision. As hard as it was for her to admit, she had no control over her daughter. Because of her long hours at work, there was a major lack of supervision in her home, so Belle made the decision that, before the judge could take Emily away and place her in foster care, she would go live with Holly and Darren.

  She knew her decision was going to be met with hostility, bitterness, and hate from Emily, but she’d hoped that her daughter would understand that this was the best thing for her. It wouldn’t be for more than the school year, and Belle hoped Emily wouldn’t hate her for the rest of her life. Belle didn’t know how she could make her daughter understand that deciding to let her stay with Holly was Belle’s only guarantee that the court wouldn’t put Emily in foster care, and that she would get the supervision she needed.

  There was so much stress on Belle, but the silver lining—besides her son—was Banger. Although, she had to admit she was pretty freaked out when she’d gone to his home and had seen that it was nothing more than a shrine to his dead wife. He’d told her that it had been six years since his wife had died, yet he still had her everywhere in the house. Belle was positive that if she’d looked in the closets or the drawers, his wife’s clothes would have been in them. It was like the house had been frozen in time. Seeing that made her wonder if Banger would ever be able to give himself wholeheartedly to a woman. She had a hunch he just wanted someone to warm his bed, to fill the void his wife’s death had opened in his life.

  The way he had enshrined her memory in his home, how he said his wife’s name, told her that he’d loved the woman very much. How could she ever compete with her? A past love could never be matched, and Belle was up against a woman who would never grow old. She had to compete with rosy-hued memories that would keep gaining luster as time went on, while she would grow old, gaining lines and sunspots on her face as time marched forward. Grace was eternally immortalized in youth in Banger’s mind.

  Perhaps Belle would still be the grieving widow, if she hadn’t found out about Harold’s cheating. Although she’d never been in love with him the way Banger was with Grace, she did love and care for him. When she’d found out he’d been sleeping with another woman, it had broken her heart, and she still wasn’t over it entirely. But Banger made her feel happy and alive, the sex with him was mind-blowing, something she really needed to relieve all the tension in her life.

  Maybe she was overthinking this whole situation with Banger. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to be more than what they were. From the look around his house, he wasn’t ready to bring another woman into his life, but she didn’t think she was ready to bring another man into hers either. The last thing she wanted was her heart to be broken again. She would rather miss out on love than plunge into the deep waters of a relationship. She didn’t want to drown, and from the way her body responded to Banger, and the way she felt when they were together, she knew she could fall head over heels in love. It was better to have a good time and keep it light rather than throwing caution to the wind.

  She could push her feelings down; she wasn’t the young girl who had blindly given her heart and body to Jake back in high school. She had fallen in love too quickly and too completely with him, and he’d taken everything, then called her a slut when she told him she was pregnant with Emily. His good-bye to her was a black eye and a split lip. She had been so in love with Jake and he’d hurt her so badly, and never even came by to see his daughter.

  Then she’d met Harold and they’d married. Even though she hadn’t been head over heels for him like she had been with Jake, she’d cared for Harold and promised herself she’d make him a good wife and give him a good home. And she had, for fifteen years, but then she’d learned of his betrayal. She’d been hurt and so angry that she’d sworn he’d pay. Something had snapped inside her, and she’d decided she wasn’t going to let another man trample on her heart. Then he’d died, and a sense of relief had come over her. The thought of him with another woman would never be again, and that had calmed her, soothed her sadness and her anger.

  No, she was done giving herself to any man. Light and easy, that’s what she’d do, and from the looks of his house, Banger wasn’t ready to do anything more than that either.

  Picking up the phone, she dialed Holly. “Hey, Holly. Just a quick call to ask if you want to get together on Saturday for coffee while Ethan’s at the movies with his friends.”

  “What time?”

  “Is one o’clock good?”

  “Yeah, that’s fine. Can I ask what it’s about?”

  “It’s about Emily. I think I’m going to take you up on your offer and have her stay with you until the semester’s over. I just wanted to get together with you to go over the details.”

  There was a short pause before Holly spoke. “I know how hard this is for you, but I think you’re making the right decision. One o’clock is fine on Saturday.”

  “Great. We’ll talk then.”

  Belle put the phone in her pocket and went into the ladies’ room, locking the door behind her. Leaning against the beige-tiled wall, she covered her face and sobbed.

  * * *

  When she returned home from work, Belle found Ethan in front of the TV playing one of his video games. He had called earlier in the day to tell her that he was feeling great but was starving because he hadn’t eaten hardly anything for the past week. He’d begged his mom that morning to let him have a pizza for dinner, and she’d reluctantly agreed. Emily had gone out with friends again, and Belle said a silent prayer that she would be home at a decent hour, and sober.

  “Hi, Mom. Having pizza, right?”

  “How are you feeling, sweetheart? I just want to make sure you’re ready.” She walked over to Ethan and placed a hand on his forehead. “You’re not running a fever anymore. I’ll order the pizza, but I don’t want you to overdo it by eating too much. I’ll just go upstairs and change, then place the order.”

  “Mom, can Banger come over to join us? I want to show him my baseball cards, and I want to see his too.”

  “I can call him. I think he’d like to come over and see your cards.”

  Belle trudged up the stairs and sent a quick text to Banger asking if he wanted to join her and Ethan for pizza and possibly a movie. His quick response made her smile. All of a sudden, her feet didn’t hurt as much, and she felt giddy. She’d get to spend an evening with her son and Banger. In that moment, it didn’t get any better.

  A half hour later, Banger and Ethan were on the couch exchanging baseball cards, laughing, and telling each other anecdotes about the players. A warmth spread over her as she watched her son chattering with Banger, his face lit up like
a Christmas tree and his hands flying all around as they always did when he was excited. She smiled; it felt good to have a man around and hearing Ethan talk about the things he used to with his dad. She knew her son really missed that.

  Belle excused herself and went into the kitchen to make a big salad to go with the pizza. She sliced the carrots and radishes, then cubed the mozzarella cheese, adding all of it to a bowl of romaine lettuce, pepperoni, salami, and Italian peppers. Pouring a homemade creamy Italian dressing she had whipped up, she tossed the salad, then quickly dashed to the door when the bell rang. The pizza guy handed her two steaming boxes, and she reached for her purse. Before she could pay though, Banger handed money to the delivery guy. As she took out a twenty from her wallet, she said, “Banger, I don’t want you to pay. I invited you for dinner.”

  “Put your money away, woman. I’ve never let a woman pay for anything, and I’m sure as hell not gonna start now.”

  “But I want to pay. You’re my guest.”

  The delivery man stood in front of them, holding two twenty dollar bills. “So, what do you guys want me to do here?”

  “Take my twenty. Keep the change. Thank you.” Belle took the pizza boxes from the guy.

  Glaring at the delivery man, Banger said, “Give the lady back her twenty. Best you move on now.”

  Wide-eyed, the young guy hurriedly gave Belle her money back, turned around, and sprinted to his car. Banger closed the door, leaning in to place a kiss on her lips. He pulled away and winked. She shook her head, her eyes twinkling, and left to bring the salad and plates.

  After filling up the salad bowls, she squeezed in between Banger and Ethan, nibbling on a slice of pepperoni and green pepper pizza. “You want to put a movie on, Ethan?”

  “Yeah.” Turning toward Banger, he asked, “Have you ever seen the movie Field of Dreams? It was my dad’s and my favorite movie. We always watched it together, especially on pizza nights.” Ethan jumped up to grab the DVD.