ROUGHNECK: A DARK MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE

by Nikki Wild

  The individual outline of each flexed abdominal muscles was apparent under my toes. He let out a grunt. Something akin to pleasure mixed with frustration. Gradually, he tore away from me. He still strained for my neck with insatiable energy. When I got him far enough away to fully extend my legs, he rocked back on his knees and smiled.

  I watched him reach an arm over his broad back and grip the t-shirt. His smooth, sinewy body was incredibly flexible. He took a handful of the shirt and deftly yanked it up over his head and away from his frame. He tossed the rumpled shirt toward the corner of the room.

  Sat before me, ready to spring like a jaguar, was my biker in full form. His body was taught and tan. There wasn’t a change in skin tone from where his bare arms normally escaped the holes of his leather cut. His entire upper half held the same olive hue. The look on his face was like that of a starving man, standing over a feast, just forcing himself to wait for one second longer.

  “I’ve been obsessed with taking that pussy since you first stumbled into Johnny’s all pissed off and uncomfortable.”

  “And how did you know that I would like you?”

  A smirk jumped across his face.

  “Darlin’ the way you were stumbling over your words… you didn’t have a chance. When I walked up, you all but forgot your own name.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  “Your face gives away a lot more than you know. And then when you turned that tight ass on me and stepped hard on your way out the door… well that just confirmed it.”

  “That’s what you think.”

  “Is it? Well, I can leave if you want me to.”

  I wanted to slap that superior look right off his face. He dared me to, too, when he took another self-indulgent and unabashed look at the wet spot between my legs.

  I didn’t know whether to be offended or flattered. The arrogant prick just told me he decided he was going to fuck me the first time we met. But who was I kidding? The anticipation that was hanging in the air between us was almost palpable.

  My shoulders involuntarily moved toward my ears as I tried to conceal the need on my face.

  “Didn’t think so,” he said.

  Hale lunged forward. I met him half way. I was in his lap in the span of two heartbeats. My fingers found themselves tangled in the back of his thick hair as I pushed forward to find his mouth again. He held me at bay, though, so he could place a firm bite on the back of my neck.

  Like a lion pulling down his prey, he held his teeth firmly in place until I quit quivering from the sensation that screamed down my spine. There was going to be a mark left there for a least a day or two, one that no one would ever know about besides us.

  I sucked in a quick breath as I heard the fabric from my blouse rip. In one smooth motion, he’d torn it to rags from the back side. The shredded ends fluttered forward around my shoulders as my back became exposed.

  “You’re lucky I didn’t care much for that one.”

  He didn’t say anything, and to me that spoke louder than any words. It made me wonder if I was the lucky one. Lucky, that is, if I’d be able to walk tomorrow.

  His teeth left my neck, but his mouth never broke contact with my skin. His lips forged a trail between my shoulder blades, and down to the middle of my back where he found the strap to my bra. Somehow, and I don’t know if I’ll ever know how, he released the clasp without ever removing his hands from around my waist.

  My breasts sprung forward. The straps fell as well, intermingling with the remains of my blouse. The cups remained in place, held precariously on my perky globes and steadied by my erect nipples.

  Hale bounced me with his knee. The bra teetered, then fell harmlessly to the floor. I shimmied the rest of the way out of my shirt. He huffed air out of his nose and leaned back on his forearms. It sounded like an expression of approval, and was confirmed to be when he swatted my hand as I shyly tried to cover my chest.

  Part of me was afraid to make eye contact with him. There was something behind those impressive blues that scared me to my core. They were intense and deep and all of those other things that drove me wild, but there was another aspect to them. One that I couldn’t quite nail down. If felt like danger, but I tried to push that thought to the back of my mind.

  Who was he?

  Normally I would never let a man into my world as quickly as I’d allowed him. But it just happened. With Jared in real trouble this time, I hadn’t had the chance to really think about it. There was no one else to turn to… he was my only hope.

  The expression on his face still conveyed that animal lust, only now it was painted with impatience.

  I couldn’t make him wait any longer. I couldn’t wait any longer.

  Hale moved his hand to my thigh. I guided it toward my begging pussy. Only the thinnest of fabric separated us from actualizing what we had both coveted throughout the anarchy of what had been these past few days. The games were done. The waiting was over.

  He roughly pulled my panties to the side, cupping the form of my vagina with his hand. I thrust into him, desperately trying to grind my clit against his palm. His cock pulsed against my leg from under the cover of his jeans.

  The rhythmic massage from his strong hand worked in time with the motion of my body. Lust flowed unapologetically. I was ready to take him in, to let us be one.

  I felt around for the zipper of his jeans. My hands didn’t want to cooperate. It was as if he had rubbed any semblance of coordination from my body. The pleasure he created with his hand made me unable to focus.

  Two fingers slid easily into me. He penetrated gently, at first, using his thumb to work my clit. The same little circles he’d covered my body with earlier now went round and round my nub at the perfect pace.

  Oh my God!

  My body went crashing over the edge. I had to suspend the quest to reach his cock to allow for the orgasm to rush through me. I bucked and wiggled but he held me tightly in place on his lap. He withdrew his fingers and let them rest against my trembling lips.

  A warm breeze blew through the open window, hitting my damp face. It was the refreshing burst I needed to spur on my attack.

  He let me slither down between his legs onto my knees. There was purpose in my eyes as I turned to face him.

  I want you.

  This time I found the zipper with steady hands. It came down in one smooth motion. He ran the back of his wrist down the length of his cock, daring me to take it.

  I reached through the hole to tug him free but his size wouldn’t allow it. Hale scooted closer to the edge of the bed so that my fingers came to rest on the button of his jeans. I followed the cue, releasing the tension in the material.

  He was thick and alive under my touch. I encircled him with both hands and stroked him against my bare chest. He swept the hair from my eyes to behind my ear.

  His cock was massive and beautiful. I wanted to let him feel the warmth of my wet mouth… to bring him in and suck the tension from his body. To worship at his altar.

  Hale pushed his hips back to create more space. I let my hands drop to my sides. His erection stood firm in front of me. He wrapped his hand around the back of my head and pulled me forward. I took in as much of him as I could.

  Again, he pulled back, letting his slickened member bounce before me.

  “Between your tits,” he whispered.

  The crass way he spoke didn’t bother me. He said the things I wanted to hear, but had always been too shy to ask for.

  I pushed my breasts together as he guided himself toward the center of my chest. With a steady push, he found the groove in my flesh.

  This was the first time I felt the true power in his body. He seemed to relish the suppleness of my figure. His thrusts grew in force. My hands found their way to his bare backside. I kneaded his muscled ass as he turned himself into a battering ram.

  I badly wanted to give him the same release that he gave to me. I tilted my head forward to catch the tip of his cock with my tongue. Each time
it rocketed from between by breasts, I engulfed the head with my lips and allowed my tongue to roll circles around its girth.

  “Come here,” he said, lifting me up by my arms.

  “Don’t tell me what to do,” I teased.

  He spun me away from him and brought a stern hand down on my butt. It landed with an audible “smack” that resonated throughout my bedroom.

  “Ouch!”

  “Somebody needs to learn how to do what she’s told…”

  He meant it, too. Another burst of pain mixed with pleasure as he spanked me even harder. I could almost feel the red welt handprint rising against my cream colored skin.

  “Now step out of those panties and get up on the bed.”

  I didn’t dare waste a second.

  By the time I made my way to him, he’d already kicked his boots away and taken his pants off. The whole view of him was even more incredible than the sum of the parts I’d already seen.

  With his arms spread wide, he easily reached beyond the corners of my queen size bed. There was a perfect balance to his body. His broad shoulders and big chest tapered down to a flat stomach. That round butt blended seamlessly into his strong legs. There wasn’t a bit of unnecessary fat on him.

  “Like this?” I asked, seductively throwing one leg over him.

  “Just like that.”

  I straddled him at the thighs, slowly pushing myself forward and over his tautly pulled balls. I rubbed against the underside of his shaft before letting it come to balance dangerously close to my needful folds.

  He covered the remaining distance between us, carefully but firmly pushing himself inside. I came again under the pressure of his first penetration. I didn’t know it was going to happen. Like being struck with a bolt of lightning, my body jerked and involuntarily clenched down on him as pleasure overwhelmed me.

  It had to be the anticipation… the sheer animal attraction, finally coming to fruition. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

  “You okay, Kitten?” he asked, with a chuckle.

  I let my panting and the weight of my struggling body serve as his answer.

  After a few more seconds of recovery, he resumed his stroke. Slowly and steadily, he penetrated me to my core. My sensitive vagina barely fit the girth of his cock, and there was no way it could handle his full length. He let out a little grunt as he pushed deeper, making my toes curl under the force. He was going to split me in half, and I wanted him to do it…

  “I’ve been dying to get after this pussy.”

  I begged for him to fuck me silly… the bad boy that I never knew I needed.

  “Go,” I whimpered softly into his ear. “Fuck me, Roughneck.”

  He dug his fingers into my hips. My wet, plied body could more easily take his enormous size.

  We rolled to switch positions. With him firmly positioned between my legs, now taking all the control, I knew this was a different kind of sex than I’d ever dreamed about before.

  Hale braced himself with one hand to either side of my head. The indentation in the mattress tried to suck me in. I moved to position myself under him. He readjusted me.

  “You’ll like this better,” he whispered.

  His hips moved with whip-like action. He was on my spot from the start. My eyes rolled back and desperate pleas for more poured from my mouth. He fucked me so hard I lost all bearings on the room. Each stroke pushed waves of pleasure through me. I tried to squirm away a few times when I thought I couldn’t take the intensity, but he chased me down after each attempt. We used every inch of the bed. I couldn’t even be sure which direction we were facing anymore.

  The biker with the bad attitude took complete ownership of me. I gave everything to him.

  He turned me on to my stomach and entered me from behind. I laid prone on my bed, wondering where I’d found the courage to let this complete animal have my back.

  There was something in his groans and sighs that told me he cared. He went after my body with reckless abandon. There was no denying that it turned him into a beast. He satisfied himself by using every part of me, but I could tell I was different to him. This was about passion. It was about fucking. But it wasn’t without care.

  My butt jumped under the force of his thrusts. The overwhelming authority he took over me became too much. I quaked with anticipation.

  “I’m there babe,” he groaned.

  He grabbed a fistful of my hair and leaned into me.

  “Me too,” I cried.

  Hale emptied the fire that had been building within him into my willing depths. The spurts of lust radiated through him and into me as he grinded into the soft mound of my butt.

  My body somehow found the decisive release it was craving. I came again, screaming into the pillow.

  Wow.

  It didn’t want to end. The crescendo came hard and fast. If I hadn’t been laying down already, it would have knocked me off my feet, but the following shock waves are what would stay with me.

  We collapsed in a panting heap.

  Hale’s arms wrapped around my shoulders in a tight embrace. I couldn’t imagine a safer place in the world. It was only then that I realized what we’d done. I’d just let this man come inside me without a shred of protection… And I wanted more.

  “Do… do you want to stay here tonight?”

  He was already asleep.

  14

  Roughneck

  She was still in dreamland on the bed when I got up. I liked to see the sun early. It was easier to make moves when everybody else was sleeping off the night before.

  I scrolled through my contacts to see if I still had his number.

  Ray Bullard. The guys called him ‘Rock.’ He was still a patch member with the King’s Drifter’s MC, down south.

  The Kings were a friendly from way back. They mostly operated in the territory outside of the county. They were a small group, but fierce. Bullard was the last of my sources. Everyone else I talked to either didn’t know shit, or was too scared to talk.

  Bullard was a straight shooter if I ever met one, though, and he kept his ear to the ground on things like this. If I hadn’t been so focused on making sure everyone with The Fallen was still solid, I would have checked in with him a lot earlier.

  “Ray, it’s Roughneck. Up North.”

  “Roughneck… haven’t seen you around in a long damn time.”

  “Hey, I need a favor man. I’m looking for information.”

  “Everybody’s looking for information. That’s nothing new in this game.”

  “I know. But it’s important.”

  “Always is. What are you asking for?”

  “There’s a prospect up here that got himself in the mix with a couple of shit bags. It was that thing out in Sheffield. I’m sure you heard about it.”

  “Maybe. Keep talkin’.”

  “Yeah… anyway, this prospect, he’s a good kid. Just made a hell of a bad decision. Got caught up.”

  “And now you’re trying to track him down.”

  He was spacing his words around sips from whatever liquor he was working on.

  “Hitting the bottle early, huh Ray?”

  “If you’re lookin’ for information, bringing up a man’s habits up isn’t the way to go about it.”

  “Right. So, have you heard anything? We can’t find the son of a bitch anywhere.”

  This had to pan out. All I needed was a lead.

  “Anything, man. If you’ve heard anything, I’ll take it,” I continued.

  “Can’t say that I have. Wouldn’t want to step in on a situation like that, anyway. Some dumb prospect throws lead at a citizen; he should get what’s coming to him. Set an example for the rest of ‘em.”

  “That’s just the thing,” I said. “He didn’t kill anybody, and he wasn’t the one who pulled the trigger.”

  “Don’t care. If he was up there, he was probably involved.”

  Something in his voice told me he was lying.

  “Why are you holdin’ ou
t on me Ray?”

  “None of my business, that’s why. Roughneck, you know I’d help you if I could. But there’s so many damn cops running around asking about that thing… I’m not getting us involved.”

  “So, you are keeping something back…”

  “Not my problem, man.”

  I decided to play the last card in my hand. If he didn’t give it up after this, I didn’t know where the hell I was going to look.

  “You and Clancy were close, right?”

  “What the hell do you mean ‘were’? The old bastard still comes out here and plays cards at least once a week.”

  “Yeah, well, not anymore he doesn’t,” I said.

  “Why don’t you speak, son. It sounds like you aren’t telling me everything.”

  “Clancy’s dead, Ray.”

  He sighed into the phone. I heard him take another long pull from the bottle and then set it down.

  “When?”

  “A couple of days. And the pieces of shit who did it to him are the same ones holding me up over this kid. They put Clancy in a hole and that’s exactly where they’re gonna put this kid if I don’t find him first.”

  15

  Roughneck

  There was no hurry to wake her up. She looked like a damn angel sleeping there. Her dark hair fell around her face in a way that couldn’t have looked better if she tried.

  I looked at my watch. Nine-thirty. Nobody would be in that bar for at least another half an hour. Ray said word was getting out that Jared had been drinking himself to death in a bar out toward Sheffield. When I heard it, I didn’t believe it. There’s no way he’d be dumb enough to stick that close to the crime scene… But then again, it seemed to be working out for him.

  Ray told me he ran out of money pretty quick and was living off of credit with the bartender. It was only a matter of time before he pissed off the wrong people and made some noise that would attract unwanted attention.

  I didn’t want to say anything to Addy, but it sounded like a man with a death wish. He was smart enough to know his number would be up soon enough if he stayed in that bar. Even if we did get to him first, he might not want to listen to us.