What He Wants (Book 3 after Phantom Riders MC-Hawk and No Mercy)

by Tory Richards

  Flashy gold bangles at my wrists and huge hoops in my ears completed the ensemble. Oh, and let’s not forget the hooker boots she’d insisted that I wear. She’d gone home at lunchtime to retrieve them. They reached my knees and added at least four inches to my height. I’d attempted to pile my thick, untamed hair up with a decorative clip, but so much had escaped that I had to wonder why I’d even tried. And then Jasmine had done my makeup, which I’d insisted she keep minimal. I had to admit that I liked the sexy, smoky eye thing she’d done on me. It made my green eyes look exotic and mysterious.

  She’d left a half hour ago, and I’d been looking at my appearance in the mirror ever since. As seven o’clock neared, I began to get a little apprehensive. Was this a date? Big John didn’t seem like the dating type. He also didn’t seem like the kind of man who took no for an answer. I wondered what he did for Phantom Riders. Heck, I had a feeling that before the night was out I’d know more than I wanted to about MC life.

  I heard the distinctive sound of a motorcycle approaching. It had to be Big John. Before I left my apartment, I sprayed a fine mist of Opium perfume into the air and walked through it on my way to the door. I started to reach for my coat where it hung right outside my door, but at the last second decided the leather jacket would have to do. It was a short ride anyway. I was halfway down the stairs when I heard his rap against the glass door to the salon. As I made my way to the door, I could see his massive outline through the glass.

  My heart rate picked up, and anticipation of the unknown fluttered in my stomach. It was dark out, but I could see enough to recognize how handsome he looked, all in black leather from the waist up, tight, worn jeans covering his lower body. Thick black boots were on his feet. His hair was tied back. I reached up to turn the lock, and hesitated, meeting his eyes.

  His feral grin alarmed me while it turned me on. “Don’t do it,” he said in a gruff warning tone, with a hint of amusement. I wondered what he’d do if I didn’t turn the lock, if I decided not to go with him. “Baby, this fucking glass door won’t keep me from you.”

  Holy crap! Why did that make my pussy buzz? I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face as I reached up and turned the lock. Big John yanked the door open, his gaze moving over me with a thorough sweep that revealed that he liked what he saw. A lot.

  “You look fucking hot.”

  So did he, but I had a feeling that he already knew that. I wasn’t about to feed his ego. “Thank you,” I said simply. Just as I was about to step outside, I remembered the wine and reached for it where I’d set it by the door. He glanced at it questioningly. I shrugged. “You’re supposed to bring a hostess gift to a party,” I explained.

  He grinned, but didn’t say anything. I followed him to his bike, for the first time questioning my decision to get on it. My car was parked at the back of my house and not visible from the road. “We could take my car,” I suggested.

  Big John shook his head and took the bottle of wine from me. “Once it gets too cold I’ll be inside a cage more than I like, so for now it’s my bike.” He stored the wine in a compartment on the back of the seat of the bike, and turned back to me. Again, his eyes wandered with lazy interest down my body and back up again. I had no doubt that he could see me beneath the clear, star-studded sky. “Hell, woman, I’m going to have a busy night keeping my brothers away from you.”

  Jesus, there were more of him? “How many brothers do you have?”

  “Too many,” he said curtly, climbing onto his bike. I watched how his powerful thighs hugged his bike, thinking what they would feel like against mine. “Not by blood. The members of our club call each other ‘brother.’” Oh. “You don’t know much about club life, do ya?”

  “Jasmine told me some things.” I lifted my chin.

  He scoffed. “A woman like her would know.”

  I raised my brows to that, not sure I liked the way Big John had said it. But then I decided to leave it alone. Jasmine would have been the first one to admit what she was. She liked men and sex, liked how they made her feel. And she didn’t care what anyone thought about her. You liked her for the way she was or you could fuck off, as I’d often heard her say.

  I looked at Big John’s bike. “So, ah, where do you want me?”

  “Fuck, Daisy, you really want to know?” I knew immediately that he wasn’t talking about where to sit on his bike. He laughed, obviously sensing my discomfort. “It’s too cold to sit in front of me, climb on back.”

  He assisted me until I was settled with my legs against the back of his and my open crotch was snug against his ass. Heat climbed into my otherwise cold cheeks, while scorching fire settled in my nether regions.

  “Now wrap your arms around me and hold on tight.”

  I did as Big John said, immediately feeling how hard and muscled his torso was. I linked my fingers over his tight-as-hell abs, but he forced my hands down until they rested against his lower belly. More heat infused me when I realized how close I was to his cock, and I felt something hot and wet soak my panties. This was not a good idea. I knew that the clubhouse wasn’t that far away, and if things kept progressing the way they were now, I was going to arrive there panting and horny.

  Maybe that was his intention.

  I’d never been on a motorcycle before, but I had to admit that it was thrilling, despite the cold December night cutting through me. I burrowed my face against the back of Big John’s neck, just beneath where he’d tied his hair, breathing in deeply his manly scent, rubbing my nose against his warm skin before I thought about what I was doing. A couple of times he reached back, gripped my thigh, and nudged me closer to his backside, closer to his heat. Between my pussy hugging his tight ass, and the vibrations of the bike beneath me, I was on a quick road to experiencing my first orgasm without the help of a man or my trusty dildo.

  Well, maybe having my pussy up against Big John’s tight ass helped a little.

  I squeezed my eyes shut, letting the feeling of what the bike was doing to my body take control. Jasmine had been right. Riding a motorcycle was like sitting on a giant dildo that was designed to give pleasure all over, and not just to my clit. I was one, big, sensitive nerve, and there wasn’t any place on me that wasn’t benefiting from the rough, bumpy movements as we raced down the open road.

  My clit was buzzing wildly by the time we reached the clubhouse. Big John slowed down as he turned to enter a large, well-lit, fully packed parking lot. The building in front of us was huge, and every light seemed to be on. Party noise filtered out to us, a combination of music and laughter. Big John pulled around to the back of the building and parked his bike, backing it into a spot near some other bikes. It was dark there, yet I could still make out the outline of a door. Cutting the engine, Big John kicked the stand down. The quiet surrounded us immediately.

  The kind of silence that intensified the tiniest sound, like breathing.

  I could hear Big John’s breathing, and it was harsh. Then he growled, taking my hands in his and moving them down to cover the front of his pants. My eyes widened at the feel of his throbbing erection, and I wondered briefly if riding his bike had given him the same pleasure that it had given me. My breath caught, and a low moan escaped me when he unlinked my fingers and forced an open palm over him, pressing down. Holding his hand over mine, he rubbed hard, arching slightly so that his jeans stretched taut over his rock-hard erection.

  I had to open my mouth to breathe. More wetness flooded my underwear as I rubbed the monster behind Big John’s zipper. His breathing turned harsher, faster. I whimpered against the back of his neck, and then before I knew what I was doing I took his ear between my teeth and tugged. God, I was hot for him. I arched my lower body closer to him, if that were even possible, straining for more contact and the release that wasn’t very far away.

  I shivered violently against him.

  My heart was pounding loudly in my ears.

  The sound of his animalistic groans overshadowed my whimpers.


  When Big John moved, I wanted to cry out. But he only turned around on his seat until he was facing me. He lowered his upper body over mine, forcing me to half-recline. There was nothing behind me to stop me, but then his hands were there, one gripping my hair and the other around my back so that I wouldn’t fall completely backwards. The proximity of his body over mine put his cock right over my sex. Snug. He throbbed against me. I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure, totally lost in the moment. I bowed up, needing, wanting more friction.

  “You want to come, baby?” he whispered down at me. God, yes! But all I could do to show him was raise my hips and grind into his erection. “I need the words, baby. Need to know you want me to make you come.”

  “Yes!” I hissed, hearing the desperation in my own voice. I was too far gone to make sense out of what I was doing, too far gone to realize that I’d regret this once it was over. I was so close to climaxing, thanks to the ride there, and now this. I reached around Big John and gripped his ass, pulling him harder against me.

  He grunted. “Fuck, baby,” he whispered in a harsh tone. He was panting above me, grinding his cock against where my clit was behind my pants. It felt too good. But I was almost there, and I could feel my orgasm churning in my core, ready to release. So close! And then I exploded like a burst of fireworks in the sky. I sucked in a breath and screamed into Big John’s mouth as it closed over mine at the last second. How had he known?

  I lost complete and utter control, convulsing wildly as my orgasm surged through my body, powerful, as it nourished a fierce need inside me. Even as the feeling slowly waned, Big John continued to grind his hard cock against me, breathing heavily through his nose, his tongue inside my mouth, a hand twisting in my hair. I could feel his heart pounding inside his chest, could feel his muscles crushing me, and the thin layer of sweat that covered my face and neck. Big John kissed me until I calmed, relaxing like a rag doll against his bike.

  His hard cock was anything but relaxed.

  “I-I’ve never−”

  I clamped my mouth shut as embarrassment began to set in. I’d never allowed myself to lose control like that, had never allowed a virtual stranger to do the things that I’d just let him do. What was wrong with me? I was so freaking confused over my response to him. Why did he have this power over me? I’d thought that Paul had ruined me for other men, but maybe Big John was just the right man for me. No, that was impossible to know at this early date. Maybe a year of celibacy was my limit, and Big John had just entered my life at the right place and time.

  Yeah, that thought didn’t hold water.

  I’d gone longer.

  “You okay, baby?” he finally asked in a low, hoarse tone. He thrust roughly against me.

  Big John’s cock was still hard as concrete. Would he expect me to reciprocate? It was only fair. I thrust up, letting him know without words that I was very much aware of his predicament. Then I moved my hand to the front of his pants with the intention of undoing them. Suddenly, I couldn’t wait to feel him in my hands. I was sure that he was of the same mind, which made it more confusing when he sat up and away from me. He pulled me up with him.

  “I appreciate the thought, but it’s not going to happen. I’m not a boy who can’t hold out for the prize,” he growled. “The first time I come, it’s going to be inside this tight pussy.” I gasped as his hand cupped my heat. “Not by your hand, or my hand, hell, not even your mouth, but by this. It’s going to be hard and rough and it’s going to be more than once. I’m going to fuck you into the next day.”

  Whew, he didn’t mince words. I’d never had a man state with such open crudeness the filthy things that he wanted to do to me. Paul had, but I didn’t count his screaming threats. They hadn’t turned me on like Big John’s husky tone was doing right then. It was a threat veiled with the promise of ecstasy. “You sound very sure of yourself.” I found myself smiling.

  He stared at me long and hard. “Do I look like a man who doesn’t get what he wants?”

  No, he didn’t. I couldn’t imagine anyone telling him no and not suffering the consequences for it. Before I could respond, his mouth slammed down onto mine, and he was taking what he wanted. Protesting didn’t even enter my mind. After all, I’d just let the man give me an orgasm. I liked kissing Big John. His mouth was firm and persuasive, easily forcing mine to open so he could slip his demanding tongue against mine. I moaned with pleasure, and then our tongues were doing the back and forth dance.

  His big hand cupped the back of my head, holding me firmly against him. My breasts were crushed against his chest, our torsos were flush, and the heat between our legs melded into one, big, throb of hunger. It was as if I hadn’t just had an orgasm. More liquid spilled into my panties, and I knew that it wouldn’t take much for Big John to make me come again. His kiss had taken me from zero to one hundred in seconds flat. Finally, he moved away, both of us exhaling heavily.

  “Should I be afraid?” Was that my voice? I hardly recognized it.

  “Yeah, you should be very afraid.” I could hear the grin in his voice. “I’m not a soft man. I work and play harder, and when it comes to the things I enjoy most in life, I fucking enjoy them to the max. That includes sex. I want you, woman. And I’m going to have you. I don’t know when, but I can promise you this--when I do claim your pussy, you’ll be fucking sore for a week.”

  Oh my! I just had a mini orgasm. I froze, captured by his gaze and his bold admission. He wanted me. I could hear the truth in his words, and I became a little frightened. Big John dismounted and held out his hand to help me do the same. I put my hand in his without hesitation. A lot about him frightened me, made me a little cautious, but instinct suggested that he wouldn’t hurt me, at least not physically.

  “Thanks for the warning--I think.” Under the circumstances, I was amazed that I was so steady on my feet. He didn’t let go of my hand, but turned and stepped toward the door.

  “Come on, I could use a fucking drink.”

  I could use something, too. We entered a big room that, at first glance, looked like a bar. As Big John removed his coat to reveal the long-sleeved shirt and cut beneath it, I took note that most of the men in the room were dressed very similarly. All their leather cuts were decorated with patches, some had more than others, and it was clear that the atmosphere between them was filled with close comradery. They were scattered throughout the room in several clusters, smoking and drinking and murmuring in low tones, their heads close together.

  There were a few women in the room, and what they were wearing shocked me. It didn’t amount to much more than tiny skirts, bikini tops, and super high stilettos. I counted five of them, and it soon became apparent to me, from the amount of makeup they had on and the bedroom look of their mussed hair, what they were there for. Entertainment for the men. The looks that they turned my way were a mixture of indifference, mild curiosity, and hostility, and one woman was staring at Big John with open lust.

  I glanced up at him. He was holding out his hand for my jacket, I assumed. I unzipped the supple leather and began to shrug out of it. “I thought this was a family Christmas party.”

  His crooked grin shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was. “The party is being held in the public bar and attached restaurant. This is the clubhouse for the brothers. Not too many civilians are allowed back here.”

  “Whew! For a minute there I was worried that I was overdressed.” His glittering eyes were narrowed on me, running appreciatively over my festive top until I began to feel overly warm. Seeing his gaze linger on my breasts, I was thankful for the sequins, because they hid my reaction to his perusal.

  I heard someone let out a shrill whistle. “Woo wee! Big John! Looks like you hit the fucking jackpot, brother.”

  My eyes followed the sound of the voice to land on a man that was standing at the dart board. He was yanking out darts that he’d already thrown, his gaze raking over me in a thorough, appreciative glance. Yes, he was interested, but he wasn’t being crudely obvious a
bout it. I automatically returned his friendly smile.

  “Eyes in your fucking head, brother,” Big John snarled, taking me by the hand. He ignored the others and pulled me behind him through a door and into another room.

  The public bar was jumping with action. The lights were down low, but were bright enough that I could make out the subtle Christmas decorations throughout the room. The dark simplicity screamed that this was a hard-core bikers’ bar and little else. Pictures on the walls were of naked and half-naked girls on motorcycles. There were some of just bikes, and one wall displayed a collection of framed pictures of bikers with a sign above them that read, ‘Rest in Peace’. The music blasting through the speakers was rock and roll, and there were couples dancing everywhere. I automatically searched for Jasmine, but didn’t find her.

  Big John pulled me up to the bar, squeezing between two other men that were occupying stools. He leaned over, drawing the bartender’s attention. “Two beers!” he shouted so that he could be heard above the noise of the bar. He glanced back at me. “Beer okay with you?”

  I was tempted to say no, since he hadn’t asked me before ordering, but he had thought to ask after, so I guessed that was something. My hand was still in his big, warm one, but when the beers were set down before us he released me to pick them up. “Come on, babe. The family party is in the restaurant.”

  I followed him wordlessly. A few people called out to Big John as we made our way through the crowd, but all he did was acknowledge them with a lift of his chin. When we stepped through into the restaurant, the difference was breathtaking. Someone had spent a lot of time decking the place out so that it appeared like a winter wonderland. There was a huge tree in the corner with a beautiful angel at the top, and a couple of hundred gifts surrounding the base. Garland and strings of blinking lights were hung throughout the room with bells and giant bows hanging from them. Tables were set up with finger foods and drinks.