Ghost: A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance (Black Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 5)

by Jade Kuzma

Jon’s cock was so thick and so hard. My insides stretched to accommodate his full length. He held himself inside of me for a second, letting me enjoy the throbbing sensation.

  “Fuck me, Jon.”

  “You want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes, I want you to fuck me.”

  “Say it.”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Beg for it.”

  “Please… Fuck me…”

  He grabbed my wrists and proceeded to give me what I wanted. Hard, forceful strokes had me at his mercy. My whole body shifted with every thrust.

  I stuck my ass out and presented it to him, spreading my legs so that he could get even deeper inside of me. The side of my face pressed against the brick wall. The minor discomfort wasn’t enough to distract me from the pleasure he was giving me.

  Jon thumped his body into me faster. His hilt slammed against my ass. His balls collided with my folds. The sound of our bodies clapping together grew even louder. I moaned helplessly from how good it felt. He grunted to let me know just how hard he was working. Anybody near the alley would’ve known exactly what was happening.

  “Jon… I can’t… I can’t take it…”

  I tugged one of my arms free from him and moved my hand down between my legs. Some added stimulation to my clit was enough to make the pleasure inevitable. I rubbed myself until I could see the edge in sight.

  It didn’t matter if someone from the club saw us or the cops rolled into the alley and flashed their lights. Nothing was gonna stop me from coming.

  “Jon… I’m gonna… I’m gonna… Ah… Fuck!”

  I held my breath for a second and finally forced myself over the edge. I came hard on his cock. Knees buckling. Body shaking. Mouth open. My senses were overwhelmed from my climax. The pleasure spread from my core and pulsed through my body in thick spasms.

  Jon held me up and kept driving himself into me. His cock rubbing against my insides made it hard for me to focus on anything. All I could do was let the ecstasy surge through me.

  He thankfully slowed down so that I could catch my breath. I breathed hard, my forehead pressed against the brick wall in front of me. I gathered what little strength I had left and turned around.

  The intensity in his eyes was still there. That fucking beast of a man who would do anything to have his way with me.

  He stepped forward and pushed my jeans and thong down the rest of the way to my ankles then stepped between my legs. His eyes still locked on mine, Jon grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up from the ground. I gasped in surprise at the sudden movement.

  He didn’t say anything. He just kept staring at me as he guided his cock back into me.

  “Oh… Fuck…”

  My eyes shut on their own when I felt him inside of me again. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, ensnaring him completely.

  He pinned me against the wall and started nailing me into it. Hard thrusts pressed my bare ass against the bricks.

  He leaned forward and put his face to the side. His grunts were so loud with his warm breath against my cheek.

  I giggled in delight as he continued to bang me. It felt like I was floating in the air, stuck between Jon’s hard body and the hard wall behind me.

  He reached down and cradled my ass in his hands. He moved away from the wall just enough to thump into me with longer strokes.

  I pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. My hands around his neck and my legs around his ass, I saw the desire that was burning hotter than I’d ever seen it before.

  “You gonna come, babe? You gonna come inside of me?”

  He responded by fucking me even harder. I wanted to encourage him even more but my mouth just hung open. All of the words got stuck in my throat.

  “Come… Give it to me, babe…”

  He pounded me rapidly before suddenly driving into me with a hard, forceful thrust. He slammed me back against the wall and gritted his teeth. His whole body tightened and started to tremble as he started to come.

  “Ahh…”

  I whispered softly, enjoying the feeling of his cock throbbing against my insides. He was so hard that my whole body felt every pulse. My insides were wet with his cum. There was so much that I could feel some of it beginning to drip out of me.

  Jon emptied himself into me entirely before his body started to relax. He leaned forward and gave me a deep kiss before pulling out. He put me back down on my feet and my legs buckled underneath me.

  “Fuck…”

  Body sweating. Lungs desperate for air. Hair over my face. I didn’t have to imagine to know that I was the image of a woman who just got fucked in the back alley of a club.

  When I realized what we’d done, my cheeks started to blush red.

  “No cops,” I sighed. “It looks like we finally did it.”

  “That was worth the wait.”

  Chapter 26

  JON

  I didn’t think it was possible to be more wide-eyed than Sully was when he was a prospect but Nathan gave him a run for his money.

  The kid looked like he barely finished high school even though he was a few years older. It didn’t help that he still had some acne and apparently didn’t know how to comb his hair.

  The red-headed prospect might’ve looked sheepish but I knew that he wasn’t. I wouldn’t have stuck up for a guy who was a punk who didn’t know how to carry himself.

  “See the trick is—”

  “Stop. Stop right fucking there.”

  I put my hand up and cut Needle off.

  “What?” Needle said with his hands out.

  “Don’t tell him what to do,” I said. “The last thing Nate needs is for you to be fucking with his head.”

  “I’m not fucking with his head. I’m just giving him some good advice.”

  “Good advice? From you? On poker? Next thing you’re gonna tell him it’s a good idea to stick his dick in a blender…”

  “I already told him not to fuck around with Stephanie. Sluts around here are all over anybody with a patch.”

  “Whatever…”

  I sighed and leaned back in my seat. Needle continued with his bad advice.

  “You see, the thing with Sully is that he always plays his hand. He never likes to bluff. You gotta have balls to bluff.”

  Sully rolled his eyes along with the rest of the table. Nate was respectful, listening to Needle like he actually cared about what he had to say.

  “Now Sully here just pushed a big bet into the middle of the table,” Needle said. “What does that tell you?”

  “It means he’s got a big hand,” Nate said.

  “Exactly! Now, you’ve got enough chips to cover him. The smart thing to do would be to—”

  “I’m all in.”

  Nate cut Needle off and shoved the rest of his chips into the center of the table. Everybody else turned their attention to Sully. He glanced at his hand and a smirk formed on his face.

  “I told you,” Needle said.

  “I call,” Sully said as he laid his cards out on the table. “Full house.”

  “You should’ve listened to me—”

  “Straight flush.”

  Nate put his cards on the table one by one. The entire table fell silent as they looked at Nate’s hand. The young prospect scooped all of the chips to his side of the table.

  “Wow,” Brawn said. “The kid knows what he’s doing.”

  “I don’t believe it,” Sully muttered.

  “Of course,” Needle sighed. “The only way to beat luck is with even more luck. I can’t believe I have to put up with two of you now. And to think I used to dominate this table so easily…”

  “What are you talking about?” Petey said. “You winning is as lucky as anybody.”

  Needle leaned forward and eyeballed Petey.

  “You know the only reason you ever beat me is because I’m not paying attention,” he said. “It wouldn’t be right to take rent money from another patch.”

  “We’ve got enough m
oney from the Triads,” Petey said. “There’s nothing for you to be sorry about. You’re free to take as much of my money as you want.”

  Needle stopped talking, which was remarkable, considering how much of a cocky prick he was.

  “All right, all right,” he said, putting his hands up. “Enough of this shit. No more messing around. It’s your deal, Nate. Put the cards in the air.”

  I put my hands up and pushed out of my seat.

  “I’m out for this hand,” I sighed.

  Playing poker with the boys was a good way to pass the time but everybody needed a break from all of the shit talk. While they went on with their card game, I made my way over to the bar and poured myself a drink. I figured a shot of whiskey would make Needle’s droning a little more tolerable.

  The clubhouse was empty outside of a few regulars. It was mostly just guys looking to relax on a break from work. The atmosphere was perfect for another lazy day in Ivory.

  I leaned up against the bar and pulled out a cig. I put it on my lips and felt for my lighter.

  “Where the hell…”

  I looked up and watched the front door to the clubhouse open up. A couple of guys who looked like they had no business in a place like The Grindhouse walked in. They were overdressed with their sports coats and slacks. These guys were here to start some shit. The badges on their belts only made that shit more obvious.

  Of course, wherever there was someone trying to start shit with the club, Agent Lieberman was sure to follow.

  She marched into the club with her nose in the air and that same fucking stare in her eyes like somebody pissed in her cereal. I just stood there as she walked over to me with her hands in her pockets.

  “What do you want, Lieberman?”

  “Is that any way to greet a customer, Brooks?”

  “You’re not a customer.”

  “But I am. My friends and I are here to have a drink.”

  The two men accompanying her took a seat at one of the tables. Lieberman crossed her arms and kept staring at me.

  “What are you having?” I asked.

  “Can’t go wrong with three beers.”

  It was clear she was playing some fucking game. I eyeballed her before looking at the bartender. I gave him a nod and he poured Lieberman her drinks.

  “Don’t try anything funny with those drinks,” Lieberman said.

  “Don’t tempt him,” I said.

  Lieberman gave me a half-smirk. She grabbed the beers from the counter then walked over to the table. The three of them nonchalantly drank their beers. Even though they were acting like they were just here for drinks, they did a shit job of hiding it.

  Garnet stepped out of his office and immediately noticed the federal agents sitting at the table. He walked over to me and whispered into my ear.

  “What the fuck’s going on?”

  “Just a lady having a beer with some friends,” I said.

  “Lieberman isn’t much of a lady…”

  “Don’t let her hear you say that. I don’t think she’d be too happy to hear it.”

  “I don’t think Lieberman is ever happy. She’s been stuck in Ivory for a long time now. Can’t imagine she’s gotten used to it.”

  “Yeah, well, she’s gonna be waiting a long time if she’s trying to fuck with us.”

  Lieberman noticed Garnet had stepped out of his office.

  “Declan Cunningham,” she said as she walked up to Garnet. “Just the man I was waiting to see.”

  “And here I thought you just wanted to have a few beers with your friends,” I said.

  I smirked at Lieberman but she wasn’t in the laughing mood.

  “What do you want?” Garnet said.

  “I just wanted to let you know that my team found something interesting,” she said. “Somewhere on the outskirts of town. Remnants of the Corps.”

  Shit.

  I held back my surprise and glanced at Garnet. Pres didn’t budge, just staring back at Lieberman with that same nonchalant look on his face.

  “Remnants of the Corps?” Garnet said. “And why are you telling me this?”

  “I have people who say that you had some beef with them.”

  “No beef. Just a misunderstanding. It happens from time to time.”

  “It must be nice knowing that the Corps won’t be around.”

  “I heard what they did to the shelter… to Anna… I can’t say that guys like that will be missed around Ivory.”

  Lieberman put her hands in her pockets and eyeballed Garnet. Her jaw clenched, Lieberman shifted her eyes up and down and examined him.

  “The Black Reapers are an institution in Ivory,” she said. “I see that.”

  “You’re damn right,” Garnet said.

  “I just wanted to let you know that I’m on your side. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make sure that this town stays safe.”

  “Good to hear, Lieberman.”

  Garnet reached forward and slapped her on the arm. She glanced down at her arm for a second before working a grin on her face. Then she pulled her hands out of her pockets with a wad of bills in one.

  “How much do I owe you for the drinks?” she asked.

  “On the house,” Garnet said. “Since we’re friends now.”

  “Oh, I insist.”

  She counted out a few bucks then laid them down on the counter. The two men she was with got up from the table and walked out. Garnet and I stared at her until she was finally gone.

  “What do you think she’s up to?” I asked.

  “It doesn’t fucking matter. We’re not gonna stop doing what we’re doing. But if shit gets too hot, I won’t hesitate to call off the deal with the Chinese. I think Lieberman is getting bored wasting her time here in Ivory.”

  “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

  “Of course I’m right.”

  He slapped me on the arm.

  “Oh, before I forget,” I said. “Anna’s coming over. She wants to talk about the boys coming over to the shelter to volunteer.”

  “Nothing to talk about. We’ll give the place the donation it needs. We’ll give ‘em some time, too.”

  I nodded to Garnet and he smiled at me.

  “You’ve got your girl back,” he said. “You’ve got some money in your pocket. And there ain’t anybody beefing with us. Life is good.”

  He walked away and headed back into his office.

  I thought about what he said and couldn’t help but smile.

  “Yeah,” I sighed to myself. “Life is good.”

  Chapter 27

  ANNA

  One week later…

  With a couple of club members volunteering their time when they had it, the Black Reapers were a welcome presence at the shelter. Jackie wasn’t completely sold on having some bikers hanging around but the residents didn’t seem to mind. There was no danger of the Corps or anybody else causing another incident.

  I didn’t have to follow Jackie’s advice. I was my own woman and I could make my own decisions. But it was nice knowing that she wasn’t completely against me hanging around Jon. That made it easier for me to spend my time in the clubhouse.

  Nights at The Grindhouse could have been intimidating if you didn’t know what you were getting into. Any guys or girls looking to cause trouble were in for a rude awakening. I’d seen Brawn deal with troublemakers in a worse way than anything I’d seen at Finn’s. The Grindhouse was a peaceful place as long as you were willing to play by the rules.

  I stepped inside of the bar and the night was in full-swing. The place was crowded but not so packed that I couldn’t move around. Everybody was laughing, drinking, and having a good time.

  “Hey.”

  I’d just gotten inside when Jon walked up to me. He greeted me with a kiss and took my hands in his.

  “It’s good to see you, babe.”

  He shoved his tongue back into my mouth and forced a giggle out of me.

  “What’s gotten into you?” I said with a laugh.
r />   “What? Can’t a man be happy to see his lady?”

  “No, it’s just…”

  “You complaining?”

  I bit my bottom lip as my cheeks started to turn red.

  “Not at all,” I said.

  He gave me another deep kiss. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the familiar taste of alcohol and smoke on his tongue.

  “Time to come up for air.”

  A voice interrupted our kiss. Jon and I turned toward the woman standing next to the bar. Michelle eyeballed Jon.

  “Pres wants to talk to you,” she said.

  “What’s this about?” Jon asked.

  “I don’t know. Why don’t you talk to him and find out? Don’t worry. It’s nothing serious. Probably just wants to go over some numbers with you.”

  Jon sighed and looked at me.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said.

  He kissed me again. His taste lingered on my tongue. After Jon left, Michelle walked up to me with her arms crossed.

  “So…” she started.

  “So…”

  She raised an eyebrow at me.

  “The prodigal daughter has returned,” she said. “Right back where she started in Jon’s arms.”

  “I don’t care what you think,” I said. “Jon and I are together. Nothing’s gonna change that now.”

  I knew that Michelle wasn’t too fond of me. She was around Jon the entire time I was gone. He was heartbroken and she was able to see it for herself.

  Even though she was the old lady of the club president, I wasn’t about to back down from her though. No matter what kind of power she had, it wasn’t gonna change my relationship with Jon.

  “I’m glad you finally figured it out,” she said.

  A smile suddenly appeared on her face.

  “It’s tough being an old lady,” she said. “I’m happy that you’re the woman Jon needs you to be.”

  “I need Jon just as much as he needs me. We’ll be there for each other.”

  “And we’ll be here for you. The entire club is here for you. You see all of these people here? They’re friends of the club. They’ve all got your back. I have your back.”

  Even though I didn’t need her validation, it was a relief to have Michelle’s approval. The last thing the club needed was some drama from some of the ladies.