by Chiah Wilder
Chapter Twenty-Three
By candlelight, Belle’s skin glowed like the sunset’s blush on a crystalline lake. She’d grouped the flickering flames together in each corner of her bedroom. Standing by the bed, she tingled as Banger’s eyes, darkened in the candlelight, lingered on her mouth, then slowly glided to her cleavage, down to her hips and legs then back up again until his hunger-filled eyes locked with hers. The thrill of his gaze skated over her skin, and she shivered when he said huskily, “Get over here.”
She came to him, his strong arms engulfing her. Holding her face in his hands, he threaded his fingers in her hair, pulling at the roots, slowly tilting her head back. He placed his lips on hers, giving her a deep, lasting kiss that dampened her panties and drove her wild with desire. When he broke away, she saw his eyes sparkle and lips curve up into a smile. She smiled back, her craving burning between her legs.
He led her to the bed and he sat at the edge, tugging her on his lap so she straddled him. Sweeping her hair away from her neck, he kissed and nibbled on the sensitive spot right below her ear—the one that made her toes curl. She moaned and tipped her head to the left, exposing more of her delicate flesh to his sensuous mouth.
“You like that, beautiful?” he growled, his breath tickling her sensitive skin.
“Mmm….”
“I’m gonna put my mouth all over your sweet body. I’ll start here.” He traced his finger lightly over her shoulder. “Then go here—” he moved it to her collarbone “—and here.” He nestled it between her breasts as he drew her earlobe between his lips, gently sucking it.
Belle squirmed and circled her hands around his neck, her index finger looping under his leather tie, unfastening it. Long, blond hair fell on his back, and she ran her digits through it, loving the feel of its silky strands.
He moved his hands under her top, shoving it up and over her head, then he buried his tongue in her cleavage, the light, wet strokes fueling the fire between her legs. Deftly, he unhooked her bra and her tits bounced out, hitting his face. He growled and cupped them in his hands while his mouth sucked and pulled her aching nipples. She moaned and arched her back, pushing the nipple deeper into his mouth. Squirming, his hard dick rubbed against her throbbing sex, and she rubbed her leg against his length, massaging it. His sharp intake of breath turned her way on, and all she could think of was his hand on her clit and his dick inside her.
“Gonna have to ask you to quit squirming so much. It feels fuckin’ fantastic, but I don’t wanna come yet. I want to taste you before I put my cock inside your warm pussy.” He sucked harder on her nipples, the jolts of pleasure zinging across every nerve in her body. “You like what I’m doing to you?”
“God, yes. It’s so good.”
“You feel so fuckin’ soft. Damn, I could play with your tits all day.”
With his strong arms, Banger swiveled her around, laying her on the bed. Blowing on her belly, her skin vibrated with electrified gratification. He held her gaze as he slowly unzipped her pants then pulled them down and off, leaving only her panties.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he rasped, running beneath the fabric all the way down to her wet folds.
When he slid off her panties, he spread her legs and massaged her swollen outer lips gently. She sucked in her breath, her heartbeats erratically pounding against her chest. She needed him to fuck her. Now. Reaching down, she grabbed a fistful of his hair, guiding his head to her aching mound. “Touch it.”
“Not yet, babe.” His teasing tongue scorched her belly, hips, and inner thighs. Each time it threatened to lick her there, it flitted away, making the heat curled within her tighten to the breaking point.
“Please,” she whispered, pushing his face closer to her throbbing sex.
He chuckled then teased her by brushing her swollen lips lightly as he moved his tormenting mouth to her other thigh, nipping and kissing it. What a bastard! To calm herself, she focused on Bryan Adams’s raspy vocals for “(Everything I Do) I Do It for You” coming from her CD player on the nightstand. Kaboom! It was like lightning had struck within her, singeing her to the core. Intense pleasure wove between her shivering nerves. She looked down and caught Banger’s smoldering gaze, watched his flattened tongue swipe her pussy from the back right up to the top while his finger rubbed the side of her hardened bud.
“Fuck! That feels amazing,” she panted.
“You taste amazing.”
“Take your shirt off,” she said as she tugged it up. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”
He whipped his shirt off, kicked off his boots, then scrambled out of his pants, a small condom packet secured in his hands. His thick cock pulsed, and her insides clenched just from the thought of it entering her. Rolling the sheath over his hardness, he placed himself snuggly between her legs, his hand on either side of her thighs, his face buried in her mound. He inhaled deeply, his nose against her sweet spot. “I love smelling how much you want me. And fuck, you’re wet.” He buried his tongue in her rosy folds.
“I can’t believe how good your tongue feels against my body,” she breathed.
“And I can’t believe how fuckin’ good you taste and feel, babe.”
Banger ignited an intense fire within her, scorching every inch of her body. No man had ever done that before. He took her out of herself, to a deeper level where all her senses were heightened, and her desire was off the charts.
“You want my fingers in your wet pussy?” he asked.
Words stuck in her throat, so she moaned instead of answering. He pushed her legs further open, to the point she thought she would be split in two, then he placed a finger on her heated opening and rubbed back and forth. She clenched her thighs against his face, holding him prisoner between her legs. The last thing she wanted him to do was stop his exquisite torture. Then he pushed his finger inside her wetness, and it pulsed around it. In and out he pushed, and she craned her neck to watch him. His face buried in her pussy, his corded shoulder and back muscles flexing as he licked and finger-fucked her, and his firm ass moving in rhythm with his mouth, sent her over the edge. Her orgasm washed over her in searing euphoric waves.
“Fuck, Banger.” she said in a raw, hoarse voice she didn’t recognize.
“I love watching you come. It’s hot as fuck.” He leaned down and kissed around her belly as his hand played with her tit.
Placing her hand behind his neck, she pulled him to her, crushing his mouth against hers. This man made her feel so much. She couldn’t get enough of him; she wanted to devour him, suck him into her. He drove her fucking wild, and she loved it.
He leaned back on his knees and placed his hands on her hips, flipping her over. Scooting down, he rose from the bed then dragged her close to the edge. Standing behind her, he ordered, “Get on all fours.” After she complied, he spread her wider, and she locked her gaze with his as she looked over her shoulder. With his palm on her back, he pushed her down a bit, causing her ass to hike up. He leaned over and kissed her shoulder, whispering, “You’re so sexy.” Her insides melted.
Still locking eyes, he rubbed her dripping mound before he dropped to his knees, using his hands to push apart her ass cheeks. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” she heard him say. His tongue entered her slit, darting inside her over and over while his expert finger stroked her clit, and she almost lost it. When he ran a finger drenched in juices over her puckered rosette, she tightened.
“Ever been fucked in the ass?” he asked as he nipped her rounded cheeks.
“No.” She swallowed as fear climbed inside her.
“That’s too bad. You got a great ass for fucking. You okay if I play with it? I won’t go in, I’ll just touch it. You tell me if you like it.”
“Okay, but don’t put your thing in there.”
He laughed. “You mean my cock? I won’t do it until you want me to.” He bit her cheeks, then smacked them while his finger rubbed and pressed against her small opening.
Breathing deeply, she realized she
was excited by what he was doing, but her fear of him going further, especially since he was so big, kept her from wanting anything more. “It feels good, but I still don’t want you going in.”
Still looking at him, she saw him licking his lips before he spread her cheeks again, then ran his cock between her folds, his sheath glistening with her juices. “Here it comes, beautiful.” He burst through, and Belle yelled out as her silky walls clasped around his cock. He shoved in and out, his hips swiveling to make it deeper and more pleasurable for her, and she pushed back each time he pulled out. The fusion of their bodies as they moved together in perfect rhythm drove her insane. Soon, her moans, his grunts, and the sound of their bodies slapping into each other drowned out the music, and Belle felt Banger’s legs tighten at the same time her pussy did.
“Fuck, Belle. Fuck!” Banger growled as his fingers dug into her fleshy hips.
“Banger!” Her pussy convulsed and her body exploded into a million sparks, zapping sheer ecstasy from her curled toes to the top of her head. She buried her face in the mattress, her groans and screams muted by the thick comforter. Her whole body shook, and she feared her wobbly legs would collapse.
Banger moved the hair away from her neck and kissed her before he pulled out and threw away his condom. When he came back to the bed, she was still in the same position, unable to move. He gently turned her around, tucking her in to his side. “That was fuckin’ awesome,” he said against her forehead before kissing it.
Still breathless, she craned her head and kissed his chin then held him tightly. Make-up sex fucking rocks!
Snuggled beside him, comfort and security enveloped her, and she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Find out who the fuck hit us up at the Weed Station and bring him to me.” Banger’s nostrils flared as his face turned bright red. “How the fuck did this happen?” He stared at Rock, waiting for an answer.
Rock uncrossed his massive arms and pushed himself from the wall with his boot heel. “It was an inside job, for sure. The fucker knew shit ‘bout the place no one else knew ‘cept the brotherhood. He knew the hours of the store, where the safe was, and when we take out the money. Yeah. The dead man also knew the combo to the alarm system. I’m questioning the employees.”
“They’d be fuckin’ suicidal if they stole from us. I don’t think it’s any of them,” Jax said. The membership rumbled in agreement.
Banger scrubbed his face, his body rigid. “I want to find out who the fuck did this and fast. We can’t let this shit slide by. We gotta find the fucker. This is the number one priority for the club.” Banger looked around at the brothers, wondering who the mole was. He didn’t think for one moment that it was an outsider. Only two people knew the combination to the safe, him and Hawk, and he trusted Hawk with his life. “That’s all I got. Church over. Go get drunk.”
An angry tension fell over the brothers as they clamored out the door, heading to the great room to throw back a few beers and shots. Banger took Hawk aside and waited until the room was clear before he spoke. “There’s a goddamn traitor in the club. Fuck!”
A deep scowl crossed Hawk’s face. “Agreed. We need to flush the fucker out by setting him up. I can guarantee that, whoever it is, he’s not working alone. There’s some other club or something behind him. I’m putting my money on the newest members. I haven’t trusted them from the start.”
Banger leaned against the wall and let out a long breath. “I’d hate to think it was one or more of them. Fuck, we go back a long way, but maybe I let those feelings get in the way when I embraced them into the club so quickly. I’ve known those guys for twenty-plus years. Shit.”
“You knew Dustin a long time too,” Hawk said quietly. Banger threw him a dirty look. “I’m just sayin’. You let that shit in Kilson go on longer than it should have before throwing their asses outta the Insurgents. Maybe you’re doing the same shit with these guys.” Hawk stared at the president.
Clenching his jaw, Banger nodded. “Maybe, but I’d also hate to think it’s one of our own brothers. Fuck! A brother betraying the brotherhood is fucked. This shit has to be stopped. Now.”
“I’m sure there’s a connection between the club losing the arms deal and the theft.”
“I’m thinking the same thing, and the common denominator is money. Whoever is doing this shit is money-driven, so that’ll be the bait. Let’s get the buzz around the club that we have a ton of money from a private arms deal, and we’re gonna keep it for a while before we distribute it. We’ll make it known, indirectly, that the dough will be in the safe at the clubhouse for about a week ‘til we transfer it to the safe house. We’ll take Rock, Axe, Chas, and Bear into our confidence for surveillance. Let’s see who shows up there next week. I gotta find this fucker, and when I do, I’m gonna kill him. No one fucks the club over.”
“Sounds like a plan. When do you want to bring Rock and the others into it?”
“Let’s give it a few days. Then we’ll bring them in and spread the shit about the money.”
“Sounds good. Fuck, it gives me a bad taste to know a brother’s betrayed the club. Damn!” Hawk opened the door. “You coming? We both need a few shots.”
“Yeah. I’m comin’.” The president and his VP walked to the great room with a heavy gait, their shoulders tight.
A few hours into nightfall, Banger received a frantic call from Belle. Between her tears and stuttering, he couldn’t figure out what the hell the problem was. He understood enough that it had to do with Emily, but he couldn’t grasp what she’d done. “Babe, you gotta calm down, because I can’t understand a fuckin’ word you’re saying. Tell me slowly what the fuck’s up with your daughter.”
Belle hiccupped over the phone, and he heard her inhale and exhale several times before answering. “She’s run away. Holly called me, and she doesn’t know where she is. Emily has never run away before. What if something happens to her?” Her voice thinned out.
“I’ll find her for you, but you gotta stay calm.”
“I never should have let her stay with Holly. This is my fault. Emily thinks I don’t love her because I sent her away. What the fuck am I going to do if she gets hurt? I can’t—”
“Belle, stop. You’re getting worked up again, and it’s not helping shit for you to be freakin’ out. I need you to calm down if I’m gonna help you. Okay?” A few more hiccups crackled over the phone then a long sigh. “Belle?”
“I’m okay. I’m freaking out, but I’m okay. Please, find her. Please.”
“Does she have a boyfriend?”
“Not that I know of. I asked Holly the same thing, and she told me no.”
“Who’s her best friend?”
“Chelsea.”
“Good. Give me the girl’s full name and address. You sit tight. I’m sending Cara and Addie to keep you company while I search for her.”
After finally calming Belle down, Banger arranged for the two old ladies to sit with Belle and keep her calm while he found her daughter. Enlisting the help of Rock and Puck, the threesome started their Harleys and blasted into the chilly night.
Chelsea proved to be a fountain of information, especially when she saw the three tatted and muscular bikers whose soft-spoken words held an undercurrent of danger. She relayed the fact that Emily had met a man who was a good ten years older than she, and they hung out a lot at his place. The trio thanked her and left a terrified Chelsea standing on her moonlit porch.
The Harleys parked in front of a run-down bungalow with several beat-up cars in the front yard. The gate creaked when Banger pushed it open, and he and the others walked toward the door, their boots catching every so often on the broken sidewalk. In one long stride, Banger leapt onto the porch, opened the broken-down screen door, and pounded on the inner one.
A medium-sized man opened the door, his eyes widening as he scanned the threesome in front of him. He looked to be around twenty-six years old. His head was shaved, he was shirtless, and his arms we
re covered in tattoos of dragons, snakes, and a busty, half-naked woman swigging a bottle of beer. “What do you want?”
“Emily. Get her now and there’s no trouble. It’s fuckin’ simple.”
“Who? I don’t know who the fuck you’re talking about. Get off my porch.”
Banger fixed his stare on the man right before he threw a punch to his stomach. The man bent over, groaning. “Maybe you didn’t hear me so good. Get Emily. I don’t like fuckin’ repeating myself.”
Gasping for air, the doubled-over man shook his head.
Banger pushed his way in. “He needs some persuasion,” he said, his eyes locking with Rock’s. The Sergeant-At-Arms grinned, exposing straight, white teeth. Banger moved aside as Rock’s fist met the man’s jaw.
“Fuck!” the guy sputtered as he fell to his knees. “She’s in my room, hiding in the closet. I don’t have anything with you guys.” He rubbed his jaw. “No bitch’s worth this.”
“You’re right there. No bitch is worth shit.” Rock placed his heavy boot on the man’s hips and pushed him down.
Banger tried a couple of doors before he found the bedroom. He went over to the closet and threw open the door. Emily was curled up in the corner, glaring at him.
“Get the fuck out,” Banger ordered.
“No fucking way, asshole.”
The skin on his arms prickled, and a burning rage rushed to his head. He stared at her, breathing deeply, trying to quell the rage which threatened to explode. After a couple of minutes, he hissed, “Get out, or I’ll drag you out.”
“Just because you’re fucking my mom doesn’t give you the right to tell me what to do.” She defiantly tipped her chin up.
“You, missy, don’t have the fuckin’ right to hurt and worry your mama. Now, get your ass outta there.” Before she could answer, Banger grabbed her by the hands and dragged her out as she kicked and cussed at him.
