Tear Me Away (Desert Wraiths MC Romance)

by Kiss, Amy

  The sun was more than halfway back toward the desert floor before we finally slowed and pulled into a small town. We rolled past a pair of motels twice. Something seemed wrong, cause we left and drove half a mile to another motel.

  Ghost helped me off. My legs were utter jelly. Ghost took my bags but even my body was too much to hold up and I stood in his arms for a few moments. His face nuzzled the top of my head, and I felt him taste my odor. A powerful heat rose in me and it had nothing to do with the air outside.

  "Come on," he said. He gave me his shoes and led me away from the motel.

  I didn't bother asking. My brain was exhausted. After a couple minutes walking, it filled me in. We were going back to one of the first motels. Clever. Even his club jacket was off and inverted, covering me instead.

  After an eternity or so, we stumbled into a motel lobby. I watched Ghost pay in cash, then lead us to a room close to the stairs. The door opened and the king bed sang my name. I stumbled forward and dropped face first into the mattress.

  I listened to my heart beat, as Ghost shuffled around me. He seemed nervous. Maybe we were still in danger. I couldn’t see how. Then again, I hadn’t seen any of this coming. Eventually, I felt him climb onto the other side of the bed.

  When my breathing steadied, I pulled up and saw him with his jacket off, propped up on a couple pillows at the other end. He’d been studying my face. His eyes were half shut, like he might sink into sleep.

  “Everything OK?” I asked. “Your meds.”

  “I dosed already.”

  “Oh.” Maybe I’d been out longer than I thought. “They’ll make you tired for a bit.”

  “I’m not tired." His eyes flared open and I could almost see the energy balled up inside.

  “What are you, then?”

  “A lot of things. Angry, annoyed, excited…curious.”

  “Curious?”

  “About you.”

  Just then I noticed that our bodies were separated by just a small bit of the mattress. I propped myself an inch forward.

  “What do you want to know?”

  His eyes ran down me and he shook his head. “You’re whole.”

  “Huh?”

  “How many gunfights have you been in?”

  “Before today? None.”

  He nodded. “How many murders have you seen?”

  “Before last Sunday? None.”

  “And how many times have you come home to find a supersoldier biker drug dealer rattling on your couch?”

  His mouth spread in a smile. A long, mischievous one that revealed the boy underneath all that bad. I felt my mouth match it and laugh. “None, ok?”

  “So how are you taking it all?”

  I shrugged. What kind of question was that? “Ok, I guess. What are my other options?”

  His eyes sparkled. No chems, that time. Just him. I loved the way they could shift. From a clear sky to a watery turquoise to a deep ocean blue. The army must have modified that for some military purpose, but all I wanted was to pore over them and see how they changed with his temper.

  “It’s not normal,” he said, finally.

  “That’s pretty rich, coming from you,” I said.

  "It's not an insult," he said. "It's shocking, is all."

  "What is?"

  "How that little body has all that hidden strength."

  “Would you prefer it if I curled into a ball and cried? You want to wrap your arms around me and tell me you’ll take care of me?”

  The words came unbidden from my lips. I heard and realized that was exactly what I wanted him to do.

  “I don’t want that,” he said. “I want you.”

  A loud silence passed between us. I could have broken it. Turned away from what was coming

  Why would I?

  He erupted across the bed, and his lips sought mine out. His tongue pushed into my mouth and drank me in hot and heavy. My body was moving under his control, and before I noticed, I was flat on my back and he was over me. His lips mashed hungrily against mine, but that wasn’t enough to satisfy him. His hand cupped my breasts through my dress. It was so sheer, so flimsy. Even through that and through my bra, I could feel his fingers clutching at my flesh. They found my nipples and tweaked them like little handlebars.

  I gasped and moaned into his mouth. I was coming apart for him. He was tearing me open. His lips smiled on mine, and I knew this was what he wanted to see my body do all along. Ever since he had laid eyes on me.

  It was what I had wanted him to do to me.

  He tugged my shoulder straps and bra straps down my arms. I wriggled to help, but he held me down, and ripped harder. My zipper tore down my back, never to go up again. I didn’t want it back on. I wanted to be open and bare to him forever.

  His hands found my breasts again and now there was not even fabric to stop his fingers from sinking down and finding my mounds of flesh. He sighed as he mashed me together.

  My chest was on fire under the friction of his touch and it was spreading to the whole of my body. I needed my clothes off. I needed his clothes off.

  He pulled off to look again at what I had to offer. I could finally see his eyes, half closed again with lust as he studied how ample I was.

  Was that all? Was that why he had saved me? No, but I hoped that was part of it. I’d been waiting so long to give my body away. I wanted it to be his.

  Almost reverently, he sank his mouth over half my chest. I gasped out at the barren ceiling as his warmth and wetness encircled me. His tongue rippled across me and I tried to grab his hair. I found only bristle and scratched through it instead. His hand molested my other breast, as if his vast and powerful body was splitting apart to appreciate me in different ways.

  His other hand crawled up my thighs. Under the blanket of pleasure smothering my chest, I felt a growing tingle of excitement as those fingers brushed closer and closer. They curved under my panties and then he was there. His fingers squished into my folds and now I fell into a full surrender.

  His hand teased me open. I felt his rough touch through a layer of wetness, I hadn’t felt forming.

  His fingers plunged into me. Everything else stopped mattering. The thick rods of muscle moved up me and a vast pleasure ran through my brain. Higher than anything I had felt before.

  I didn’t know this need had been there, but now it was the only part of me that mattered and it was being sated. But not completely. The further he thrust, the more I wanted. He was looking at me now, watching me writhe under his touch. I couldn't make words.

  I grabbed his waist to try to pull him closer. To tell him that my body needed more of his to complete it. Instead I just caught the edges of his t-shirt. He let me pull that off. His muscles lay bare to me like some biological machine. His fingers curled into me again and I could see the motion as it rippled down from his massive shoulder.

  I settled into the stroke and gazed at his chest. It lay crisscrossed with scars. Faint marks across his shoulder. A long one on his right side that matched the faint line on his face. There were the ink ones he had added himself. Insignias, tribal markings, dark writhing patterns that looked like bodies in motion.

  He let me appreciate them, and then curled his wrist and plunged deep into me. My eyes shut at the new high water mark. I heard pleasure cross his face.

  He tugged down my panties and then shuffled down his own pants with a zip. I felt his hard tool smack out against my thighs. It laid out long and rippled with fine little bits I hadn’t noticed before. It moved up me like a snake and I gasped in anticipation at how it would feel.

  It wasn't close to the real thing. His head spread me open, wider than his fingers could. My whole body sang at the pleasure of him, and then he rode into me. We groaned together. He ran out, and sank up into me again.

  No tightness. No pain. Only the slightest pinch of pressure as he made me a woman.

  He rolled into me - a vast and unstoppable force, and when he came out the vacuum his body left just built my lust
higher. He sank lower on me as his thrusts came faster. I clutched myself to him, feeling all those vast muscles moving him into me. These muscles had murdered, they had fought, they had ridden. All of it practice for penetrating my body.

  He had spread my legs wide open. One hung off the bed. I was completely bare to him. He filled the space left behind, growing even stiffer inside of me.

  My limit was coming. I could only be stretched so far. The pleasure had nowhere to go. It rolled over me like a tide at beach. Rising, falling. Swelling each time.

  I crawled my hands off his massive back and clutched his head to my neck. I wanted him to hear what he was doing to me. I wanted to hear the madness he had brought to my life ever since those eyes had first shone on mine. I was moaning into his ears, and that just made him grow and made me moan louder. He grunted with each thrust now, and I could feel him shudder. We were breaking each other.

  He rolled me into a crunch and now my legs rose into the sky, guides for his body. He slammed hard down and into me, like a plunger for dynamite. A fuse went off and when it reached my spine, I exploded. I clawed into his skull and screamed as pulse after pulse of light ran through my body.

  My body shuddered and I could feel him go tense under my grip. He groaned like I had stabbed him. It was the sweetest sound. He stiffened and plunged in wetter, and then his juices burned into me, shot after thick shot. He pumped me full of himself, and then toppled us over.

  My eyes opened and we were on our sides just faintly apart. His body burned but the small space between us made me shiver. I started to edge into him and his arms scooped me into his glistening body. He smelled sweet and thick with the exertion of us.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “For what?” he gasped in my ear.

  “Giving me this.”

  There was a pause. “What’s this?” He sounded genuinely curious.

  “My life.”

  "Oh."

  He didn't know what he had done for me. I would make him know. Slowly.

  I buried into that vast cave of muscle. Soothed by the deep gusts of his breath, I settled into a deep rest.

  Ghost

  I rose in time to get to the window and watch the sun bloom over the empty land. Just a few hours of sleep separated this day from the last. I’d come full circle since last week.

  Only now, that little sleep was refreshing. And instead of medicating with whiskey, I had ridden myself to exhaustion on Katie. I turned for the dozenth time to make sure I really had her. That this wasn’t just another dream.

  She slumped peacefully under a tumble of sheets. Her rich, creamy breasts peek out over the top, rustling with each faint breath. My mouth lathered up just watching the dark tips move. This wasn’t a dream. No dream could be as perfect as those heavenly clouds.

  Heavenly wasn’t exactly the right word for Katie. After our first tumble, she’d woken me up with a little hand already slipping up and down my shaft. When I climbed into her, she had sighed, as if all that time apart had been misery.

  I had ridden her so many times after that. Between each, she’d offered up a morsel of her story. Her parents were dead, she said after the first time. After the second time, while we ate burgers from the fast food place nearby, she told me this was her first time with a man. After the third time, she had just run her hand over my body and asked me about my ink. I had told her the names of my units in the army. About the Wraiths and the Scorpions and then her hand wound up at my mid again. She brought it to attention.

  After we finished, we had slept. At least, for a couple hours. Until I woke with a sudden wetness on my crotch only to find her mouth wrapped around me.

  Strange how the right lack of sleep could leave a man refreshed. I was renewed in more than body. For months I’d drifted along with the Wraiths, never finding a reason to do anything more. Now the reason had popped up in contrast to the Wraiths. She went or they did, and that was no choice. My mind flared red whenever I thought about the club. About Nico. I shouldn’t have let Trig live yesterday.

  I locked up Katie nice and tight and went out for a jog. I stuck to the road, limited myself to 5 miles. I could do the 8, but when you were gearing up for war, you didn’t burn yourself out on the training.

  Especially not when you’d gotten plenty of exercise another way.

  I came back across to our room with a steaming sack of sandwiches and coffee. Katie still nestled in her spot so I set the food aside and sipped the brew. I looked at the desert and schemed. The haze clouding my mind had lifted. Each sip brought parts online that had lain waste for years. Tactical positioning. Guerrilla operations. Counter-surveillance. The full use of my enhancements.

  I heard the shuffle of blankets. I waited. Small feet pattered across carpet and then delicate hands cupped my shoulders.

  “Anything good out there?” she breathed. Her breasts pressed into my shirt. Her nipples sat hard against my back. I almost spun around and dragged her off to bed again, but there would be time for that.

  “Nothing good,” I said. “Just options.”

  “Options?” She joined my side, completely nude, completely at ease. I brought her tighter to me.

  “On how to take down the Wraiths.”

  “Your own club? Your brothers?”

  “They’re no brothers of mine. The Scorpions were just trying to get you to talk. My club tried to have you killed.”

  She shrugged. “I am a witness.”

  I looked down on her but her eyes looked out. “I don’t think you’re saying it’s right to kill innocents.”

  “It’s not much worse than normal operations right? Drugs, guns, murder. They kind of go together.”

  “So just let them go?”

  “I don’t know. I just don’t want any death done on my behalf.”

  Her body ran rich with the sunlight. She might not be an angel, but her little figure seemed otherworldly at my side. Some voice of conscience. A beacon of peace in my swirling rage.

  “You can’t go back to your life," I said. "After that shootout in front of the damn hospital, the police will be looking for you. Even the Scorpions might want you dead now.”

  She processed the information carefully. “Ok. So what are our options?”

  I sighed and turned back to the horizon. It went on forever it seemed, though I knew that I was seeing at most 5 miles ahead. After that would come another 5 miles, then 5 more of the same. This land was vast, but if we kept going it would spill over into another.

  “We could just leave,” I said.

  “They wouldn’t come after us?”

  “The clubs run local. No reason to chase us to LA or Denver or Houston.”

  She turned to me. “The cops?”

  “Small town case. I’ve got some cash. If we stay low for a few months, the whole thing will go cold. We’ll be free enough.”

  She took this in and did that slow nod again. “I could sell the house from anywhere. I already talked to a guy about that a while back.”

  “You could be a vet anywhere,” I said.

  “I could apply to nursing school,” she said. “Well, after some filler coursework.”

  I nodded as if that meant something. It had just been an idea but watching it work through her made me feel my mood sink. What place did I have in the life of a girl like that?

  She seemed to notice. “What about you?”

  What about me? Who wouldn’t want a war machine with an odd chemical dependency? “I could find something.”

  Another nod. That was enough. Probably she knew I wasn’t worth a damn and didn’t want to press it.

  I looked out another way. North, I figured. A few hours of chasing the horizon and we’d be back at Gilsner. The place that had birthed me - the only place that needed me anymore.

  And just like an abuse victim, I needed it right back.

  “We’re not leaving, are we?”

  It came out as calm as the rest of her questions, but it still startled me. “We can leave. It
’s fine by me.”

  “You don’t want to go.”

  I tried to find a way inside me to leave the business I had started unfinished. To leave this mission that I had never asked for. I didn’t find the exit.

  “I don’t.” The words came out like a confession.

  She stood on her toes, brushed her lips into my ear and whispered.

  “Good.”

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