by Chiah Wilder
As they kissed, Belle unzipped his jeans, and when her warm fingers curled around his pulsing cock, a low growl came from deep in his throat. He moved his hand to her pussy, dripping with her juices, and he buried his finger deep in her folds, stroking her until he felt her sweet spot harden. As he touched her, he felt her hot skin tremble beneath his hands, and he inhaled the scent of her arousal—she was ready for him.
“Turn around so your ass is facing me.” He nudged her around.
When she was standing in front of him, his eyes ran up the length of her, lingering on her ass and the small of her back. He leaned over and traced a slow, wet trail from the back of her neck all the way down to her quivering ass cheeks.
“Bend over,” he demanded.
Belle bent over, her delicious ass cheeks spreading showing him her rosy, glistening pussy. He almost lost his load looking at how beautiful she was. Kneeling down, he spread her globes even farther then with one, long swipe, he ran his tongue from her wet slit to the top of her clit.
“Oh, God, Banger,” she moaned, squirming under his touch.
“You like that? I bet it feels real good, huh?” He slipped two fingers into her, and her legs bucked. He drank her, savoring her scent and taste as he slid his tongue over her again and again.
When her legs tightened, he knew she was on the precipice, so he pulled the nightstand drawer and grabbed a foil packet. Ripping it open with his teeth, he hurriedly rolled it on. He wanted her in the worst way—her taste, scent, and feel of her skin next to his drove him fucking wild.
“Bend over,” he rasped.
Belle complied, her hands holding on the chair next to the nightstand.
“Spread those sexy legs wider.” He was pressed against her back, breathing in her ear. He grabbed her tits and massaged them, pulling the nipples down hard as she groaned and shook under his touch. Stepping back he took in the way her breasts were slightly swaying as they hung down, her ass was flexing—from excitement, he guessed—and he swollen pussy was shining wet. Fucking awesome!
He took his dick and rubbed it in her juiciness, then with one hard roll of his hips, he entered her wet heat. Her loud gasp filled his ears and pushed him on. He slammed into her over and over, smacking her jiggling ass, squeezing her bouncing tits, and stroking her sweet nub.
Hard. Deep. Rough.
“You want more?” he grunted as his hips thrust against her, and her ass pushed back and wiggled against him.
“Yeah. Feels so good. Damn.”
He kissed her back then pushed harder and rougher, loving the way the walls of her pussy clamped around him. It was the best fucking feeling, it was like being burned alive with the sweetest heat. Wrapping his hand around her thick hair, he pulled her head back, and she screamed out, “Damn, I’m coming. Oh, I’m coming!” She writhed and moaned as her legs quivered and her heated walls clenched around his hardness like a vise. Her panting and shaking wrapped around him, and the pressure within him began to build until he couldn’t hold it in anymore, crossing the threshold into an insane explosion.
As his hot seed spurted into the sheath, he dug his fingers into her hips, holding on for dear life. With his head tilted back, his eyes closed, he grunted, “Fuck, woman. Fuck!”
Leaning down, he kissed the top of her back as he stroked her sides. Belle’s whole body was still shaking, and she was short of breath as she came. Banger’s face was soaked, and when he pulled out, her legs gave out, and he caught her and placed her on the bed, lying down beside her.
He curled his arms around her, and her short pants became more normal as they lay together basking in the pleasure of their union. “You’re somethin’, you know that?” He threaded his fingers through her hair, kissing her lightly.
“You bring out the sexy woman I always wanted to be in bed.” She kissed his shoulder.
Drowsiness overcame him, and he held her close, his eyelids heavy, his body sated. This woman makes me feel things I thought had died with Grace. And that was the last thought he had before sleep overtook him.
Chapter Fifteen
Several days later, Banger called church in order to finalize the plans for the arms deal. Hawk and his crew had secured the various weapons sooner than they thought possible.
Banger slammed the gavel on the table. “Shut the fuck up! We got shit to go over. First thing is: who the fuck beat the shit outta the two citizens at Steelers on Saturday night?” Steelers was a popular bar and restaurant frequented by bikers. Every so often, citizens would show up to down a few drinks, watch the fights on the big-screen TVs, or hit on the women who hung around waiting for some fun with a biker.
Several eyes turned to Rock, who leaned against the concrete wall, a scowl on his face.
“You done that shit? Did you have a reason, or were you just bored?” Banger asked while the membership laughed.
“The fuckers were messing with a chick who only wanted biker cock. I told them to back off, and they challenged me. I fuckin’ warned them.” Rock grumbled, his voice laced with a Cajun accent. The Sergeant-At-Arms hailed from Lafayette, Louisiana, and had joined up with the Insurgents six years past. He was a man of few words, preferring to act rather than talk. After Jax had been stripped of the position, the club unanimously voted Rock to take over, and he rose to the occasion.
“Were there many citizen witnesses?” Banger asked as he shuffled through some papers Hawk had handed him.
“Nah. Mostly bikers. No one’s fuckin’ snitching.”
Banger looked at Axe. “You, Jax, Chas, PJ, and Rags pay a private visit to the assholes. Make sure they understand what happens to people who testify against an Insurgent. That should solve the problem. If it doesn’t, we’ll have to make them disappear. These fuckin’ citizens come to our bars pretending to be badass. It gets them in trouble every time.” He stared at Rock then Axe. “I don’t want this shit blowin’ up in our faces. Take care of it. Fast.”
Rock grunted while Axe tilted his chin up. Banger knew he could count on them to bury the incident in whatever way was necessary. “All right. Let’s talk about when we deliver the goods to the Mexicans. And those—” he pointed to the rocket launchers and AK-47s spread out on the table “—are beauties.”
“I brought a few of them here to show everyone where their money was going.” Hawk smiled. “We got all the stuff in the storehouse.”
As they discussed the day and time the assigned group would meet up with the Mexican revolutionaries, Bruiser’s loud, angry voice silenced the room. “Who the fuck are you and why are you in here?”
Banger looked in the direction Bruiser was pointing, and he stepped back a couple of steps. A flush of adrenaline tingled through his body as his steely blue eyes landed on Belle, who stood inside the room staring at the weapons on the table. Banger gave the gavel to Hawk. “Take over,” he growled, then he walked over to Belle, yanked her hard, and dragged her out of the room, the door slamming behind them.
When he pushed Belle into a small room, he pounced on her. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Sour bile rose in his throat as heat flushed through his body.
Beads of sweat were visible on her forehead. “I came to see you. I thought it’d be a nice surprise for you. I see now it wasn’t.” She looked down at her feet.
“What were you doing in the room where we were having church?” His nostrils flared.
“Church? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was looking for you, and I heard your voice, so I went in to see you.” She grasped his hand, but he pulled away.
“You fuckin’ never do shit like that, woman. What the fuck is the matter with you? What did you hear? How long were you standing there? You tell me what the fuck you heard and saw. Now!”
Belle backed away from him, but he moved toward her. “I’m sorry. I really am. I didn’t mean any harm. I didn’t hear or see anything.”
“Bullshit! I saw you staring at the table. Fuck, Belle. Fuck!”
She brought her fingers to her lips;
her face had turned white as snow. “Okay, I saw some guns. They looked like machine guns, but I don’t know why they were there. I didn’t hear you say anything about them. I only came to see you. I knocked on the door, but no one answered, and I heard your voice. It’s all a misunderstanding. You have to believe me. You have to.” Her voice hitched, and her eyes glimmered with tears threatening to spill over.
Banger eyed her, his insides battling with him. Was she telling him the truth? How much did she hear? He pressed his lips together in a grimace. Should he believe her?
She ran her finger up his arm. It was a soft and intimate gesture which set off a small spark in him. Looking at him with pleading eyes, she said softly, “Please, you have to believe me. I was looking for you. I didn’t know it would be a problem if I went into the room. I really am sorry.”
“You never fuckin’ enter a room when the members are having church. Never.”
She nodded. “I know that now, and I’ll never do it again.” She took out a tissue and dabbed at the corners of her eyes. That small gesture twisted his heart. Fuck, I’ve got a soft spot for her.
A loud knock on the door made her jump, and he gripped her elbow to keep her from falling down. “Come in,” Banger said.
Rock stuck his head in. “You need me to take care of her?”
Banger shook his head. “It was an accident. She doesn’t know shit.”
He saw the glimmer of surprise flash in the Sergeant-At-Arm’s black eyes. Fuck, he’s figuring I’m thinking with my cock instead of my head. What a fuckin’ mess. “You can go.”
Rock jerked his chin and closed the door.
“What did he mean by ‘take care’ of me?” Belle asked in a low voice.
“We don’t like people knowing our club business. You’re damn lucky I got a soft spot for you. Fuck, Belle, don’t wander around the clubhouse again. If you come to see me, sit your ass in the bar and fuckin’ wait for me. You just can’t go bursting in on church.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Fuck.”
“I’ve told you I’m sorry, and I’m getting pissed now. It happened. I didn’t mean it. Let’s move on, okay? How in the hell am I supposed to know the rules around here? And what the fuck is ‘church,’ anyway? Where I come from, church usually involves a minister.”
Banger watched the color come back to her face as she raised her voice. A small smile curled the corners of his lips. She was a feisty one, he had to give her that. Reaching out, he looped his arms around her waist and brought her close to him. “Church is what we call a meeting.”
“Then why in the hell don’t you say ‘meeting’?” Her eyes flashed at him, and he viewed her small outburst of anger with amusement. He playfully pinched her ass as he silenced her with a kiss.
“Next time, just text me that you’re comin’. It’ll eliminate all kinds of problems.” He hugged her.
She shook her head. “Next time? You’ve got to be kidding.”
He laughed. “Be a good girl, and wait for me out by the bar. Get yourself a drink. We’ll be done with church in a bit.” He kissed her again, feeling her tension seep away as she sank into his hold.
After he made sure Belle was sitting on the barstool and had a glass of white wine, he returned to the meeting room. Angry scowls and low grumblings met his entrance.
“Who the fuck is she? Bitches know they aren’t supposed to disturb church,” Throttle said, his eyes narrowed.
Banger cleared his throat. “She’s a friend of mine. She’s a citizen. I’m the only biker she knows. We gotta give her a break ‘cause she had no idea.” He glanced around the room, sensing the group’s disapproval as to how he handled the situation. They wanted to spill blood—Belle’s—and he couldn’t do it. He’d trusted her explanation. If he wanted to keep seeing her—and he fucking did—he’d have to trust her on this one. “Anyone got a problem as to how I’m fuckin’ dealing with what happened?” His eyes had turned to frost as he stared each of the members in the eye. No one said a word. “Didn’t think so. Now, let’s get back to firming up the plans so we can finish up and get some beer.” And I can have some prime pussy.
They focused their attention on the details of the arms deal that was going to net the club a cool four million.
* * *
The following afternoon, Belle dropped Emily off at Holly’s. She’d explained the situation to her daughter, but Emily had accused her of being a bad mother, and she was giving her the silent treatment. Belle’s stomach had been knotted up since the previous day when Banger had yelled at her for walking into a room. The ludicrousness of it amazed her. He’d acted like she’d discovered some long-lost secret; it was ridiculous. She hadn’t heard anything. She did wonder what all the guns were doing on the table, but she had no idea what they were up to. At long last, Banger had finally believed her, and they’d had great make-up sex, but the veiled threats from the evil eyes the members had given her when they’d walked into the great room after their “church” made her body shake.
Driving to Holly’s house, Belle’s eyelids were hot and her chest ached. She hated sending Emily away, but she had no other choice. Her only hope was that Emily would see it her way one day.
When they arrived at Holly and Darren’s house, Emily jumped out of the car, lugging her suitcase behind her without so much as a glance back at her mother. Belle watched her daughter with dull, wet eyes. Two years past, she never would have imagined this scenario. After waving to Holly and yelling, “I love you, Emily,” to her daughter, she exhaled and with a heavy heart, she drove away.
Later that evening, she called Holly to see how Emily was doing. Holly said she was fine, and they were watching a chick flick together. Belle was happy, but a thread of jealousy wove around her as she wished that it were she and Emily watching the movie instead of Holly.
After her phone call, Belle texted her daughter.
Belle: I love u.♥♥♥
There was no reply. Tears stung at the backs of her eyes.
“Mom? Is Banger coming with us to the movies?” Ethan’s excited voice broke through her teary veil.
Wiping her eyes quickly, she nodded. “Yes. He’s picking us up in about fifteen minutes. Are you happy he’s coming?”
Ethan bobbed his head up and down. “You bet. I like him. He gave me one of his really cool baseball cards when he was over the last time. He told me when the weather got nicer, we’d throw the baseball.” Her son’s eyes shone with anticipation.
She smiled warmly. “I’m glad you’re getting along with him.” Belle pulled her son to her and hugged him. “You know I love you very much, don’t you?” She kissed his cheek.
He stiffened and pulled away. “I know, Mom.”
She held his gaze. “I love you and your sister more than anything.” She paused then lowered her voice. “For complicated reasons, your sister had to move to Aunt Holly’s for a short time. She’ll be back for the summer. I didn’t want her to go.” Her voice hitched.
Ethan shifted from one foot to the next as he shoved his hands in his jeans’ pockets. “I know, Mom. Emily’s coming back, but it is quieter without her. There isn’t any yelling. I’m gonna wait for Banger in the family room.” He scampered away.
Belle sat staring at the kitchen wall until Banger came over, bringing excitement and joy with his presence.
At the movies, with Banger’s arm around her, her son’s eyes bright as he laughed at all the silly parts in the film, and a bucket of popcorn among them, Belle let the sadness and guilt recess to the corners of her mind, enjoying the happiness which spread through her. Ethan was having a wonderful time, and he and Banger had a connection which thrilled her to no end. Life could be good if she focused on the simple things: a night at the movies.
Ethan laughed and rehashed all his favorite scenes from the movie. As Banger spoke with Ethan, he caught her eye and winked—a single shiver rode down her spine. Ethan and Banger played a video game before he went up to bed. When Belle came downstairs, Banger pulled her towar
d him and wrapped her close, and in his arms, she felt like she was in a cocoon—safe and protected from everything.
He kissed her forehead. “I know today was rough on you. Deciding to send your daughter to your friend’s house to protect her is the bravest thing a mother can do. You made the right choice.”
“Then why is my heart breaking?”
“Sometimes, making the right decision hurts. Your daughter’s lucky to have you as her mother.”
Belle looked up at him then put her arm around his neck, pulling him down to her. She crushed her mouth over his. “You’re a special man,” she breathed against his lips. “Can you stay the night?”
With a twinkle in his eye, he nodded then kissed her deep. Breaking away from him, she stood then took his hand, leading him upstairs to her room. Banger stripped down to his boxers and climbed in bed, his eyes never leaving her face. Before she slipped in beside him, she took out her phone and texted Emily.
Belle: Nite, honey. I love u.
She knew Emily wouldn’t respond, that she would need more time. Belle would keep texting and calling her no matter how many times her daughter ignored her. She set down her phone and scooted close to Banger, curling her arm around him. She looked up at him and he bent his head low, his warm breath ghosting across her face before he kissed her. Soft and slow, as his hands slid down to her hips. Heat engulfed her as desire replaced tension, and she let herself be lost in Banger’s scent, his taste, and his touch….
Chapter Sixteen
“Belle, someone wants to see you out front!” Ruthie yelled as she grabbed the plates under the hot lights. “Take ten.”
