by Cox, Paula
“Do you believe me now?” Lily moaned as she crashed her cunt into his cock. His body arched as he finally drew nearer to her, and she cried as his arms surrounded her waist and clasped her close to his chest. Sighing into his shoulders, Lily shuddered at the feel of his lips dotting her skin, and when their eyes met again, he stared at her hard and brought his hand to her face.
“Almost,” he said. “But let’s see if you can make me sure.”
Moving to ride him again, Lily was stunned when he forced her body back to the sand. Locking her wrists in place, Michael took command of her pussy. His cock sank deeper, and she started to twirl her legs around his when he suddenly pulled back.
“Don’t!” she pleaded. “How can I show you—?”
“You can scream for me now.”
Driving all of his cock inside of her, Lily’s body buckled, and her flesh grew wider to take him in. He exploded inside her, and she gave him what she wanted, her voice racing across the desert sands in a grateful cry as Michael smiled above her, tensing around his cock. He waited until the scream left her lips, and then he finally fell on top of her.
“Fucking god…”
Sighing into her hair, Michael panted into her ear and kissed her cheeks. Quivering underneath him, Lily waited without moving, whimpering at the feel of his cock softening inside her. But he stayed with her as his fingers finally met her face.
“I believe that,” he whispered as his lips touched hers, and Lily took him in her arms as she cuddled closer to his chest. His hands ran down her back, and she kissed his cheeks. Dragging her lips to his, she paused before him and shot him a smile.
“Just keep doing that,” she said. “We’re going to get through this. We’ll come out the other side.”
“Let’s just stay here for now.”
Nodding into his neck, Lily settled her body against his and relaxed in his embrace. They would be okay. Maybe all of the past could stay just that. Thinking of having to ride again at first light, Lily trembled in near excitement at the prospect. This time she would keep close to him, never look back. Finding his eyes again, Lily touched his cheek and softly kissed his lips again.
“Okay with me,” she purred. “For as long as you want.”
He held her tighter, his lips on her neck as his hands moved down her legs. Winding her limbs around his, she pushed her fingers under his chin and lingered in his eyes.
“You want forever?” she asked.
“Can you promise me that?”
Lily started to speak when the roar of bikes and a hail of gunfire pushed them apart.
“What the fuck?” Michael asked as he walked deeper into the night, still as naked as the day he was born. Lily hurried to her feet and grabbed his back, following the path of his eyes as his gaze shifted back to the Diesel Devils’ sudden camp.
“Shit!” he hissed. “We got to get back.”
Michael dressed quickly, but Lily stood like a statue as his firm flesh left her line of sight. Seeming to forget her, he started towards his bike when he suddenly turned back, his gaze piercing hers.
“You coming?” he asked.
“I…”
“Because you can stay here,” he said as he charged forward and grabbed her arms. “Stay hidden. Stay safe.”
“Is that what you want?” she asked, her face falling.
“I don’t want—”
Another hail of bullets cracked in the air, and Lily curled closer to him. Michael folded his arms around her bare body, and Lily pondered the idea of taking him up on his offer. Should she just stay her and wait, hope that he would come back? But how would she survive if this was the last time that they ever touched? And what about the others that might be left behind?
“Hold on,” she said.
Pulling her body into her blouse, her skirt, Lily took his hand. Squeezing it hard, Lily kissed his lips and nodded forward.
“I’m with you,” Lily promised. “Always.”
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN Clutching Michael’s back, Lily breathed in the scent of his sweat dripping off his neck as he raced back to their temporary home. The sound of more gunshots rang through the air, and Lily nearly lifted her lips to his ears and told him that they should slow up and at least see what was up before he made his move. She stopped when she caught the light in his eye and the sneer curling across his lips. There was no way that he was turning back. And if she was going to stay with him, she had to stay along for the ride.
Nearing the camp, Michael suddenly slowed up. Kicking his chopper to a stop, he lifted Lily into his eyes and held her close to his side as he drew his gun.
“Stay close,” he whispered. “Where I can see you.”
“I won’t go anywhere else,” Lily said as she held his arms.
As they stepped across the shadows cast by the peaks of the mountains, Lily’s eyes went wide at the sight of Noel and his minions dragging the Diesel Devils from their makeshift hiding place. Boots met shins and sides, and guns pointed at every head as Noel clapped his hands together and raised his voice.
“Blood on someone’s hands!” He bellowed. “Always heard this one had a trigger finger.”
Lily gasped against Michael’s back at the sight of Sophia’s body pushed into the sand. Her shotgun was nowhere to be seen, but she didn’t hide her face in her hands and stared up at Noel as she spit into his eye.
“Then take me out if you’re so fucking sure,” she said. “Put me down.”
Noel’s gun was at her head when Ken wriggled away from the men trying to hold him back. Seizing the barrel of the gun in his hands, he pressed it over his head, and Lily shuddered as a fresh shot hit the hair. Michael was already on the move, Lily unable to hold him back, when Michael fired his gun at Noel’s legs and pointed his gun at every Mad Angel waiting to lay waste to his crew.
“Look who’s here!” Noel sneered. “Where you been off to, boy?”
Lily felt Noel’s eyes on her body barely hidden in the shadows, and she started back to Michael’s side when he waved her off, silently keeping her feet fixed to the place where she now stood. His wish. Not Noel’s.
But the Mad Angel emitted a cold laugh under his mustache.
“I could tell him stories about you,” Noel smirked.
“Shut your fucking mouth!”
Michael looked ready to kill when every gun pointed at his head. Lily screamed into her hands when Noel aimed his piece over her shoulder and promised a gun between her eyes if she did so much as blink.
“You want me to waste her right here, right now?” Noel asked. “No skin off my nose, boy.”
Michael seethed and seemed ready to shoot when he shot Lily a quick glance. His eyes seemed to soften when he met her stare, and Michael curled his tongue against his cheek before tossing his gun to the ground and throwing his hands into the air.
“Leave her out of it,” Michael hissed. “This is between us.”
Noel smirked at Lily before turning his attention back to Ken’s crumpled form struggling for breath at Sophia’s side.
“Fair enough,” Noel started. “From what I hear, runaway pussy ain’t no murderer.”
Lily nodded at that, but she still held back as Noel grabbed Ken by the scruff of his neck and pressed his gun to the man’s temple.
“But one of you fuckers is,” Noel continued. “So where do I lodge the bullet?”
“Me,” Sophia said without missing a beat. “I… shit!”
Noel crushed his knee into her side, and Sophia crumpled. Down but not out, the redhead tried to stretch to her knees again when Noel slapped his hand across the face and wrapped his arm around Ken’s neck as he forced him to his feet.
“Didn’t look like a shotgun,” Noel said. “Looked like a lucky shot if ever there was one.”
He smirked at Michael and curled his finger around his trigger.
“You get lucky?” Noel asked Michael. “You take them out?”
Michael stared to confess, and Lily stepped across the sand, her feet feel
ing as if they were running through mud when a new voice hit the air.
“It was me!”
All eyes turned to Sally as she scampered through the shadows and fell to Ken’s feet. Groaning as he tried to hold her, Ken nearly had her under her arms when Noel pushed him back, seemingly ready to shoot.
“Your slit speaking truth?” Noel asked. “Should we just take her sweet ass now and turn her out to make up the difference?”
Ken appeared to fume under his collar and tried to wrestle the gun away from his hands. A bullet nearly hit his leg when Sally screamed and Sophia dragged her hand across her face. Lily’s eyes darted in every direction as Michael tucked, rolled, and picked his gun back up in his hands. Stretching to his full height, Michael managed to push the barrel of his gun close to Noel’s chest as every Mad Angel looked ready to kill. Lily shuddered until Noel waved his men off. “Not the big payoff,” Noel warned. “We just needed to see them cutting and running.”
He let Ken’s body fall to the ground and kicked him aside as he stood toe-to-toe with Michael.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Michael challenged. “You here to finish the job or not?”
Before he could answer, Lily rushed to him and held his arm, her lips pressed against his ear. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“I told you to stay—”
“How about you tell him the truth, baby?” Noel asked.
Not knowing what he wanted to hear, what she should say next, Lily curled against Michael’s back. Blinking, she saw Sophia with Sally at her side. Ken was struggling to breathe as Sophia worked with Sally to bring him out of the line of fire.
“Take him,” Sophia said before she rolled to one of so many sudden hiding places and retrieved her shotgun. “Try that again.” She pumped the action. “You should know that I don’t make a habit of missing.”
“Not why we’re here, boys,” Noel said, recognizing that his advantage was lost. “Clear out.”
Noel managed only a single step when he laughed. The forward push of his fingers caused Lily to cringe, but Noel tapped Michael’s tense cheek as his smirk grew wider.
“Bills are better than blood,” Noel started. “Word is your little bitch’s people are putting up good money to see her back in one piece.”
Lily shouldn’t have expected anything less, and Noel backed away with a cold threat.
“So you boys run,” Noel continued. “Slit’s family we’ll pay a primo reward for our intel.”
Her mind raced around his words? Reward? Her mother must have put up a fight and a half to get her father to put up any of his good money. Craig Nielsen was probably all too ready to chalk her up to a lost cause and move on with what was left of his life. But courtesy of Corinne, there was a price on her head, and she started to whisper to Michael that they could still get past this, run further west and regroup when Noel mounted his bike and let loose a shrill whistle.
“How you gonna compete with her fiancé, stud?” Noel asked. “He has the bucks to keep her muff in check. Gonna be a cold day in hell before she stays with you in the sand.”
The Mad Angels rode off, and as soon as their bikes hit the horizon, Lily turned around Michael and tried to take her face in hands.
“Are you alright?” she asked. “Are you—?”
Gasping as he slapped her hands away, Michael’s sorrow seemed to radiate off of him in dark waves.
“Fiancé?”
Lily tried to speak fast.
“It’s… it’s not what you think,” she started. “It’s not even really.”
“So you are just a tease,” he said. “And there was someone else.”
Fuck!
Lily should have come clean from the start and laid all her secrets at her feet. Never in a million years would she have thought that Dan would somehow, maybe without her knowing, creep between them. And given time, she would have come clean.
But it suddenly felt as if time had run out.
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT Michael pushed away from her and turned all of his attention to Ken. Pushing him up from the sand, Michael brushed him off and grabbed his shoulders. “You okay, man?” Michael asked.
Ken shrugged him off, still wobbly on his legs as Sophia caught him under her free arm with Sally at his back. He met the girl’s eyes and gently touched her face.
“Don’t be scared,” he sputtered. “We’re getting out of this. We…”
Ken started to fall back to his knees. Sally cried out when Michael lifted him into his arms and signaled to the rest of his crew. “Let’s get him a rack in this place,” he started. “We’ll figure it out.”
Lily started to follow when Michael’s eyes turned over his shoulder in a sharp glare.
“Not you,” he said. “Not now.”
Feeling him slipping away from her, Lily started to fall to the sand when a strong arm suddenly surrounded her back.
“Easy, honey,” Sophia crooned.
As Michael started to slip into the shadows, Lily watched Sally find her footing as she made her way to Ken’s back.
“I want to come,” she said in a shaky voice. “Can… can I?”
Michael smiled at her softly, the smile that Lily wished he would turn toward he eyes when he stiffly patted her cheek and signaled the way ahead with a nod.
“At least you didn’t lie to Ken,” Michael started. “From what I hear, all your cards are on the table.
Sally took Ken’s hand is hers, and as the crew hid under a new slab of stone, Lily fought against the tears in her eyes as Sophia wrapped pressed her arm around her shoulder.
“A lot in a short time,” Sophia started. “I know that I could use a drink. You?”
Nearly dazed, Lily let Sophia lead her to her makeshift home. The pillows were gone, but a sheet of pink rested against the stone as Sophia sat her down and kept her under his arm.
“Something you didn’t tell him?” Sophia asked.
Lily tried to speak when her wanted words only came out in a series of frustrated sobs. “It doesn’t matter!” she said. “Not anymore. I… I never felt those things with Dan. I never…”
She stopped short of saying that she loved him. It was too wild, and no doubt he wouldn’t believe it. Especially not now. Sophia fished her bottle of vodka from her satchel along with a plastic medicine cup. Preparing the shot, she passed the cup to Lily and kept the bottle for herself.
“Not feeling super generous, are you?” Lily asked bitterly as she downed the shot and instantly held out the cup for another.
“Didn’t know you were looking to get hammered,” Sophia said.
“Not hammered,” Lily countered. “Just numb.”
With a small smirk, Sophia topped off her cup and slowly sipped from the neck of the bottle as Lily drank deep and asked for a third hit. Taking her time in honoring this next request, Lily smoothed her hands across her face, tears coming to her eyes at the memory of Michael’s hands on her skin, running through her hair. How could he just take off without giving her a chance to spill her side of the story? It was only a lie of omission, and it wasn’t like he didn’t have a past. But where Michael’s love was brutally murdered and tragically buried, Dan could come back. Hell, he might even have kicked in for the so-called reward. Did he actually want her back? And what would that mean for the club?
“One more sip,” Sophia said. “Don’t need you plastered when he gets around to seeking you out.”
Turning her head around the drink, Lily wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and sighed heavily. “He won’t come back,” Lily said sadly.
“Honey, he—”
“He asked me flat out, okay,” she started. “Just now. Just before…”
Shuddering at the thought of Noel and his Mad Angels finding them so easily, she imagined all the things that could have gone wrong even as her mind fixed on Noel’s promise. Strange sort of outlaw that would use the cops to mark his territory to dispatch his enemies.
“Don’t buy everything you hear,” Sophi
a said. “Chances are Noel just wants to get his hands on the green and keep us running scared.”
A small shred of hope swelled around Lily’s heart, and she set her cup aside in the sand as she stared into the redhead’s eyes.
“So you think he’s having us on?” Lily asked. “But we still ran. Why did we do that if—?”
