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

by Chiah Wilder

  Prologue

  Mid-March, 2016

  Red Rocks University

  Crested Peak, Colorado

  He stood in the shadows behind the bush, as he stared intently at the window on the second floor. A glimpse of her made his heart race and he licked his lips, ripping off the dry skin with his front teeth. She was so damn beautiful. When he’d decided to seek her out, he had no idea how pretty and innocent she was. Since she was the daughter of the president of the Insurgents MC, he’d figured she’d look tough and used up. But she was a lovely angel with blonde hair that touch the top of her ass, rounded tits that would fit perfectly in his hands, and large blue eyes that sparkled with innocence.

  He inhaled sharply. Seeing her had changed his plans somewhat. Watching her come and go for the past several weeks, he’d grown attached to her. As crazy at it sounded, he wanted to get to know her, become a part of her world.

  “Mary, come on up. Taylor and I aren’t ready yet.” Kylie yelled out her dorm window, her hair framing her face.

  The girl she’d yelled out to bounced up the flight of concrete stairs then entered the three story Gothic-style building. It had taken some time for him to find which dorm Kylie lived in. The university had more than fifteen thousand students, but he’d persevered and he found her. She lived with a dark-haired roommate—Taylor—in room number two twenty-two, on the second floor in the middle of the hall. A perfect location for him to watch her as she sat at her desk and studied, glanced down at her phone, or just stared out the window looking at the Rocky Mountains in the distance, a faraway look in her blue gaze.

  The man had been driven to find her, hate and retribution had fueled him on, but then he saw her and his pants grew tight, and he knew his plan had changed. He buried himself further in the bush when the large wooden doors of the building opened and Kylie, Taylor, and Mary filed out, laughing and talking like young college students do. He breathed out when the trio passed by the greenery which hid him. The scent of vanilla, lavender, and patchouli lingered as they scurried down the brick path. Not knowing which scent belonged to his Kylie—he had started thinking of her as his—the young man made a note to find out which aroma was hers.

  Slipping out from his hiding place, he shoved his hands in his pockets, keeping his distance as he followed the young women. Each time Kylie’s hips swayed, his pants grew tighter, and he willed himself to focus on the goal of his plan.

  A broad shouldered young man approached the girls. “Hey, Ricky.” The slight breeze carried Kylie’s sweet voice.

  “Hey. What’re you guys up to?” he asked.

  “We’re going to grab a burger at the University Café, then check out the show for Thursday Thrills.” Kylie moved closer to Ricky. Her stalker growled when he saw her arm rub against the college boy.

  “There’s a hypnotist. Everyone’s raving about him. Want to join us?” Mary asked.

  He watched as the three women flirted and fawned over Ricky who kept staring at Kylie in a way that made his blood boil. Note to self—Ricky’s fuckin’ history!

  “Sure, why not?” Ricky looped his arm with Kylie’s, and the four students ambled toward the café.

  Wrapping his leather jacket tighter around him, he leaned against the wall of the Student Center. He’d wait…he had to. The man wanted to make sure Ricky fuckface didn’t spend the night with Kylie. She was his, and no one would take her away from him. Just thinking about running his hands through her silky hair, and touching her skin—he’d imagined it would be soft as velvet—made his dick jab hard against his jeans. It wasn’t time yet, but soon, he’d have her legs wrapped around his waist as he plunged his hardness into her tight heat. Their fucking would be sweet and nasty, and she’d cry out his name as she came all over his cock.

  Then he’d hurt her real bad. Maybe even cut her delicate throat.

  He had to.

  Retribution fucking sucked sometimes.

  Chapter One

  April, 2016

  Jerry leaned against the trunk of the evergreen as he watched Kylie and three friends amble on the sidewalk. Kylie’s hair shone in the moonlight like liquid gold, and he sucked in his breath when she threw her head back and laughed, covering her lips with her hand. He knew her lips well since he’d been studying them for the past three years. He loved the way she’d lick the sugar off them whenever she ate the donuts the club always had in the kitchen. So many times he wished he were those granules on her lips as her pink tongue skimmed over them.

  Kylie stopped and checked her phone, the glow of it casting a white sheen over her face. “Ari says she’s going to meet us,” she said, then giggled uncontrollably. The other two women started laughing with her, then all three of them bent over, holding their stomachs, laughing and gasping for air.

  A smile brushed over Jerry’s lips. She’s fuckin’ plastered. His amusement quickly turned to anger when he saw the guy, who’d been walking with them, wrap his arm around her as she leaned into him, swaying and stumbling. She didn’t seem like she cared that the young man’s hand slowly rode up her shirt, but Jerry cared. He cared a whole fucking lot.

  Propelling himself with his boot against the tree trunk, he came behind her. “Kylie,” he said in a low, deep voice. From the way she jumped at her name, he knew he’d startled her. She whirled around, and, at first, she peered at him, her face blank, her eyes narrowed as she scrutinized his face. Then a broad smile rolled over her mouth, as he saw recognition dawning on her.

  “Jerry, I didn’t recognize you because… you’re here. What are you doing on campus?” her eyes didn’t quite focus on his.

  “I came up to visit some friends who live near the university. I thought I’d come by and see you.” His gaze roamed up and down her body, and when it landed on the guy’s hand, fierceness replaced softness. “How are you?”

  “Great.” She pushed the man’s hand away, and Jerry smiled, letting his eyes linger on her mouth. Her full lips shone under the full moon, and he imagined she was wearing lip gloss tasting like cotton candy or watermelon. How he yearned to taste those lips.

  “That’s good.” He leaned in close and caught a whiff of lavender and patchouli as it wafted around him, landing on his dick. With his fingers, he brushed her hair back from her face, and it felt soft like a whisper.

  She looked up at him and blinked. “You’re so sweet.” She pressed against him. “You made a special trip to say hi to me.” She curled her arm around his neck, pulling him down toward her. “Thanks,” she breathed, her lips grazing his ear.

  Fuck! Jerry looped his arms around her small waist and held her close, loving the way she felt in his arms. He’d fantasized about holding her for too long. With her long, silky hair, round tits, and curvy hips, she was his perfect wet dream. And what the hell was up with the way his nerves were sparking? He’d held a ton of women before, but he never felt this connected, this emotional with any of them. Then again, none of them were Kylie.

  “Hey, are you coming with us?” one of the young women asked.

  “Who’s the hot guy you have wrapped around you?” the other woman said.

  Kylie pulled away from Jerry, but he reached out and grabbed her as she nearly fell. “You’ve had too much to drink,” he rasped against her ear. She giggled.

  The young guy took hold of her hand and tugged her to him. “Let’s go.” He began walking away from Jerry with a swaying Kylie in tow.

  Gritting his teeth, Jerry sprinted ahead of the group, then stopped abruptly, causing the guy and Kylie to crash into him. Putting his arm around her shoulder, he glared at the young man. “I’m taking care of Kylie. Her dad would want it that way.” The guy looked Jerry up and down, then rushed over to the two girls, and hooked his arms around each of them.

  Jerry was such a bullshitter because he knew Banger would be livid if he saw his precious daughter snuggled against Jerry’s chest. He knew she was off limits because she was the president’s daughter, and Banger had made it a point, on more than one oc
casion, to let Jerry know not to get near her. Hell, Banger didn’t even want Jerry to talk to her, but he couldn’t keep himself away from her. He was drawn to her and even though he knew it was wrong, and dangerous, and all kinds of stupid, he’d wanted Kylie so badly for too long.

  “You want to come with us to the festival?” Kylie looked up at him, her pretty face so innocent and tempting.

  I want to kiss you hard, suck your pretty tits, and ram my cock in you. I hope you’re not fuckin’ that pansy-ass prick up ahead. If you are, I’ll have to beat his ass. “Sure. Where is it?”

  “In the quad. It’s the spring festival, and they have a band, beer, and everything.” Her gaze was wide.

  He laughed and fought down the urge to kiss her. She was so damned adorable. Fuck, I’m playing with fire.

  “Wait up, guys.” Kylie gestured her friends to stop. She looked up at Jerry. “I want you to meet some of my friends.”

  “Is the asshole prick a friend or boyfriend?”

  “Ricky? We’re just friends. Anyway, so what if he were my boyfriend?” She raised her chin in a defiant move.

  “I don’t give a shit, but your dad would.”

  “You’re not going to tell my dad about me being tipsy, are you?”

  “You’re more like drunk, babe, but no, I’m not gonna tell him.” There’s no fuckin’ way Banger’s ever gonna find out I’ve got my hands all over his daughter. Shit.

  “Thanks,” she whispered.

  They caught up to her friends, and Kylie introduced them to Jerry while he stared impassively at them. His thoughts were only on Kylie, and if she continued drinking at the festival, he would definitely have to carry her back to her dorm room, tuck her into bed, and give her a long, deep kiss goodnight.

  “It’s kind of awesome you being here. I never pictured you at my college.” Her soft voice interrupted his thoughts.

  “How come?”

  She lifted her shoulders up and down. “I don’t know. I just think of you as being at the club.”

  “So you think of me?” he teased, clasping her shoulder tighter. “I like that.”

  She punched him lightly in his side. “You know what I mean. I just picture you and all the other guys as living and breathing the club. I guess I never imagined you outside of the Insurgents’ world.”

  “Yeah, well, I do step out sometimes. I wanted to say hi before I headed back to Pinewood.” I rode my ass up here to see you. Fuck, I go hard just thinking about you. “You don’t come to Pinewood that often.”

  “I know,” she groaned. “When I first got here, I was so homesick, but now I’m busy with school, activities, and parties, that I never seem to have the time to go home and see dad, and all of you.” She held him tighter. “I’m fucked up. I drank too much.”

  “I’d have to agree, but hold on to me. I’ll make sure you’re okay.” I love the way she feels around me. Hell, I’ve been fantasizing about this for too long. Like a goddamned love-sick teenager. “Are we almost at the quad?”

  She nodded, pointing in front of them. Jerry saw a crowd and heard the beats of the electric guitars as they approached a large, grassy area….

  Chiah Wilder’s Other Books

  Hawk’s Property: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 1

  Jax’s Dilemma: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 2

  Chas’s Fervor: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 3

  Axe’s Fall: Insurgents Motorcycle Club Book 4

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  Hawk’s Property

  AN INSURGENTS MC ROMANCE

  Chiah Wilder

  Copyright © 2015 by Chiah Wilder

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  Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Description

  From the first time Hawk saw her, he knew he wanted to do dirty things to her in his bed.

  Hawk, the muscled, tatted, badass Vice President of the Insurgents Motorcycle Club, sees women as bed warmers, nothing more. He never stays with the same woman, and although there are plenty of women who want to be his old lady, he wants none of that.

  He doesn’t date.

  He doesn’t let chicks ride on the back of his bike.

  He doesn’t fall in love.

  And that suits him just fine until he meets her whose eyes light a fire in him. Problem is she’s not so easy to get into his bed. Hawk wants her. And when Hawk wants something he takes it.

  Cara Minelli doesn’t want to go to the biker bar, but her friend talks her into it. Swearing off men since she caught her fiancé cheating on her right before her wedding, she has buried herself in her career not wanting a man in her life. Until she sees him. He is sexy, rough, crude, and oh so very wrong for her. So why can’t she stop thinking of all the nasty things he’ll do to her if she relents and lets him in her bed?

  Then a vicious killer who has been strangling women in the area focuses on Cara. Police think bikers are involved. Can Cara set aside her trust issues and let Hawk into her life?

  Hawk sees it as his job to protect what is his…and Cara is very much his even if she doesn’t know it yet. Cara keeps her heart guarded, but when danger comes calling, their lives collide. Hawk will stop at nothing to keep Cara safe and make her “Property of Hawk”.

  The Insurgents MC series are standalone romance novels. This is Hawk and Cara’s love story. This book contains violence, strong language, and steamy sexual scenes. HEA. No cliffhangers! The book is intended for readers over the age of 18.

  Prologue

  He stood in the corner of the empty, concrete warehouse barely breathing, the anticipation of what was to come taking hold of him. Time seemed to stand still as he waited for the roar of the bikes, the vibrations of their powerful engines. They would arrive soon, bringing a sexy treat with them, then the desire clenching his cock would be satiated.

  The four motorcycles roared to a stop in front of the building. The lead biker pulled his passenger off his bike. A trembling girl with platinum blonde hair stood in front of him, appearing awkward in her too-high heels and her tight-fitting spandex skirt, her cropped, red top barely covering the underside of her small breasts.

  Dragging her behind him as he entered the warehouse, the biker said, “Hey, I gotcha somethin’ extra special.” His voice bounced off the metal walls.

  From the shadows, the man appeared. The girl stood in the middle of the room with crossed arms. Her lips and chin quivered. A smile broke out over his face and he whistled softly under his breath, nodding in approval. “You did good. She’s perfect.”

  “We know you like ’em young and tasty.” The biker shoved the girl in front of him.

  Moving toward the girl, the man said to the biker, “I will take care of you, as promised.”r />
  “Fuck yeah, man. You take care of us, and we’ll take care of you. There ain’t no shortage of pretty young things. Have fun.”

  The warehouse door clanged shut and the girl flinched at the motorcycles’ roaring engines. She and the man stood, listening to the bikes as they disappeared into the night.

  “What’s your name, little one?”

  Looking down, she said in a low voice, “Nadyia.”

  “Well, Nahdeeah, you and I are going to have a real good time. You treat me right, and I’ll treat you right, okay?”

  Nodding slowly, Nadyia tugged her top down. Watching her shift from one foot to another, his eyes took in her petite figure. When he touched her hair, a glimmer of hatred shone in her eyes.

  “Don’t you like me doing that?” he whispered.

  “No very good English,” she mumbled.

  “You from Russia?”

  “Slovakia.”

  “How do you like the US of A?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “USA, you like?”

  “No, not what I want.”

  “I can give you what you want, sweet one.” He moved closer to her. “Tell me what you want.”

  She glanced quickly at him then turned away. “I was to be model. I come here for job as model. I come to make money to send to my family.”

  “Are all the women in your family pretty like you?”

  Shrugging, Nadyia picked at her cuticles. “I want to make much money, pretty clothes, and beautiful home. I want to be women I see in Good Housekeeping magazines.”

  He laughed. “Sorry to disappoint you, but you look more like the women in Playboy.”

  Redness brushed across her cheeks as she yanked her top down again, trying in vain to cover her midriff. “No, Good Housekeeping. You know, where kitchens is modern, husbands nice-looking, everyone has straight, white teeth.”