Biker Chicks: Volume 2

by MariaLisa deMora

  Prescott gulped and took another deep breath. "I'll report it stolen, then."

  Bridget blinked some more. The entire room stayed silent. She looked around at all the faces staring at her. "Fine," she snapped. With a snarl, she ripped the ring off her finger and threw it at him.

  He flinched. It hit him in the leg and bounced to the floor. Though I had the impulse to pick it up, I didn't need to. He crouched and retrieved it, holding it up with two fingers. "Someone will be by the house to pick up my things for me. If you call the cops on them, I'll file a restraining order against you."

  I knew exactly who that someone should be, but Combo could wait. For now, I pushed the call button for the elevator while he stood and stepped back to let the glass doors slide shut. The elevator dinged. I touched his arm. He turned away from Bridget.

  The second we got into the elevator, I grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him down for a long, slow, sloppy kiss. His whole body still shook and I wanted to fuck those nerves away. The doors shut while I wasn't paying attention, and I'm sure Bridget got a good eyeful. Before we could get very far, the door opened again.

  "Hey, fancy meeting you here." Combo stepped into the elevator and held the doors open.

  Prescott came up for air with a nervous grin and a bright red blush. "Um. I was...uh..."

  "Just macking on my sister. Yeah, I noticed. It's cool. She'll kick your ass herself if she feels the need."

  I slipped my hand into Prescott's front pocket and fished his keys out. "Here. Permission to walk in that house yourself and just get his stuff."

  "No problem." Combo snatched the keys. "I already know where the house is and everything. If that bitch comes back while I'm there, I'll see what else I can take care of."

  I shoved Combo out with a smug grin and hit the button for the basement. Combo smirked and tipped an imaginary hat as the doors slid shut.

  Prescott leaned against the wall, staring at nothing. Worried he might drop my dad's helmet, I took it and the jacket from him. When the elevator hit the bottom level, I tugged on his hand and he stumbled after me. From the numb, pale look on his face, I guessed he had a fair idea of what he'd just done and how much everything would really change as a result of it.

  The room I'd found earlier remained unlocked. Pushing him inside, I set the helmet and jacket down next to the door, then shut it and flipped the deadbolt. He covered his face with both hands. I slipped my jacket off and dumped it on the pile.

  Stacked plastic chairs and folded tables lined one wall of this long, narrow room. Leather couches and coffee tables in a variety of styles filled the rest of the space. Prescott seemed lost and confused, and I figured he needed to be jumpstarted.

  Stepping up behind him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and popped the button of his jeans. He flinched when I ripped his fly open and again when I dipped my hand inside to grope him.

  "You're a little tense, Scotty."

  "I did that."

  Two options presented themselves to me. One, I could let Prescott work through dumping Bridget and everything that meant. He seemed to need time for that, and it would probably make him easier to deal with tomorrow. Two, I could force him not to think for a little while. Since blowing him earlier, I'd been off-kilter. Aside from all the other possible reasons, part of me undoubtedly saw it as unfair he got off when I didn't. This wouldn't even the score, but I thought the foreplay might make me not care.

  I gave him breathing room and circled around in front of him. He still trembled from head to toe, and I had a feeling ugly things churned through his brainpan. I kicked off my boots and threw my shirt to the side. When I gripped his wrists and forced him to look at me, he saw bare breasts.

  He stared for a long time. Without warning, he rushed me, smashing his body into mine and wrapping me in a tight embrace while his mouth crushed mine. His hand fumbled with the front of my jeans while his tongue darted between my lips. The second he managed to unzip my fly, he stuck his hand into my panties and sought my clit.

  I moaned into his mouth. He trailed his hot breath down my jaw and neck. His other hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced my head back until I only saw the fluorescent lights in the ceiling. With his finger grinding against my clit mercilessly, I felt heat building between my legs and whimpered.

  His lips pulled away from my collarbone and he grunted. "Can't reach," he growled.

  Though I had trouble with words at the moment, I managed to come up with one. "Couch."

  He slid his finger back and plunged it inside me. Using that to lift me off my feet, he half-carried, half-walked me backward. My weight forced him deeper. I have no idea how he managed to do three things at once, because I could hardly breathe, let alone think.

  Prescott growled into my neck and pulled away enough to free my arms. “Jeans off. Now.”

  Eager to comply, I slid my hands down my sides and shimmied until my jeans and panties fell to the floor. While I did, he withdrew his hand and freed himself from his boxers. I barely had time to appreciate the sight of his stiff cock before he grabbed my hips and hauled me down to sit on his lap.

  He yanked my shirt off with a quick tug and snapped off my bra with a flick of his wrist. I reached for his shirt, but he gripped my ass with both hands. In one swift motion, he lifted and impaled me on his cock, shoving himself deep.

  Every time Scotty fucked me, he tried something new. Eventually, he’d run out of ways to rebel against Fridget. Until then, I got to enjoy the ride. Even after that, I wanted to keep doing this. Forever? Maybe. For as long as possible? Yes, please.

  He clamped his mouth over my nipple and swirled his tongue while grinding my hips against him, driving all thoughts out of my head. Again. With my hands on his shoulders and his hands kneading my ass, I fell into the rhythm he set and rode the wave of molten lava in my core.

  Clamping his lips around my hard little nub, he sent tiny sparks through my chest, pushing me over the edge. I threw my head back and moaned. He pressed his forehead between my breasts and held my hips in place as he thrust with wild abandon. Too spent to do anything but comply, I reveled in his strength and did my best not to collapse.

  Tension made him shake until he stiffened and groaned, holding me in place while he came. Finally, he relaxed and I slumped against him. We both gasped for breath and he wrapped his arms around me. With my face buried in his neck, I felt a scary, warm kind of safe and worried I’d never recover if he ever decided to leave me.

  That thought made me gulp. I’d never thought about that before. Boys came and went, sometimes literally. This one, I wanted to keep.

  When he caught his breath, he pushed my hair aside and kissed my cheek. "This has been a very weird day."

  I chuckled, too nervous to laugh and unwilling to disagree. "Yeah. Do you have time to eat food?"

  "My boss suggested I take the rest of today off."

  "Your boss is pretty smart."

  "Yes, she is."

  I leaned back to see his face and smiled. Tracing the line of his jaw with my fingernail, I imagined sitting like this again and again, and in ten years, and in twenty. “I really like you, Scotty.”

  He brushed his hand down my side until he cupped my ass. “You bring out something in me. Something wild I didn’t know was there. Like...like I just got out of jail, maybe.”

  Grinning, I lifted my head so I could kiss him. “Ex-cons are bad boys. You ready to be a bad boy, Scotty?”

  His gaze went to my lips, and I wondered how long it might be before we left this room. “Oh yes. I’m ready for that.”

  Emma Lee is a native Californian wanderer currently experiencing the wonder of rain in the Pacific Northwest. She loves to garden even though she’s lousy at it, and often finds herself staring blankly while her son discusses Minecraft. An avid reader and prolific writer all her life, she’s recently turned to sharing the kinky, crazy stories in her head instead of hiding them in the closet.

  A New Night

  Rachel
Barnard

  Nanette Pitard was known for two things: her height and her bike. Well, she was really known for three things because nobody could keep up with her and everybody knew it. Her height she blamed on her father, a typical-looking big-boned Creole man who married her larger than average Hispanic mother. She came out destined for six feet plus.

  Her bike she blamed on nobody. It was her own damned idea. She liked being on her own amidst a large group of people. She could do exactly that on her Breakout. It was perfectly suited to her long legs and lengthy arm reach. She would only do American and her Harley was a good match. It could keep up with her and it was modded just for her. Even with the bells and whistles, like her custom paint job, it looked authentic.

  Her special made helmet fit snug over orange fire curls that matched the orange and yellow flames on her Breakout. And she loved to ride. Seattle was not known for its great riding weather, but Nanette rode whenever she could, even in the not so nice weather.

  Nanette pulled in and parked up against the curb to her favorite hole in the wall. A neat line of bikes were already parked half slanted next to hers. Paul, Jeff, and Mark were already inside, their bikes side by side right up against the wall. Nanette shook out her carrot-colored curls and hiked her helmet under her armpit. Adjusting her shirt that had ridden up during the ride, she walked in the open double doors to the R&R Lounge.

  "How's Cheddar?" Lee Ann asked Nanette.

  "As good as she gets," Nanette replied, glancing fondly out the door to where her ride was visible next to Paul’s Fat Boy.

  "What's your fancy tonight?" Lee Ann was rubbing the end of the bar with a dish towel as she spoke. She shoved it half in her apron pocket and set an elbow on the bar to give Nanette her full attention.

  Nanette peered into the four corners of the bar. Nobody worth noting caught her attention, but she saw the looks she was getting in return. She didn't bat an eye at the attention, but turned back to Lee Ann.

  "Looks like I'm out of luck tonight," said Nanette with her lip upturned in a wry smile.

  "I didn’t see anyone up to your standards walk in yet, other than Markie Mark…”

  Nanette growled at Lee Ann.

  Lee Ann laughed at Nanette and grabbed a tall spouted wine glass. As she poured it three-quarters full of dark red wine a voice came from behind Nanette.

  "Hey there good looking, can I buy you a drink?"

  Nanette stood up straight and tall. She turned around. The voice belonged to an average height man in a cowboy hat and dirty work shirt. He looked shocked as she rose to full height. She towered over the man. He sniffed and narrowed his eyes up at her, his head swaying too slow for the sultry country song playing in the background. His look of surprise turned to one of disgust.

  "No, but can I show you the door?” she said.

  Armed with a killer right hook and a knife that could dismember a man in under a minute, Nanette was scared of nothing and nobody, but this man was not worth her time or her effort and she kept her ruder response to herself.

  "Amazon Woman," the man muttered, his arms on his hips, most likely to keep himself upright.

  Nannette stood taller, her full six feet three inches under her command. She put a hand suggestively over the knife sheathed at her side, too big for a pocket.

  “I suggest you be grateful you can walk yourself out of this bar right now,” Nanette said.

  The air in the bar grew drier and the noises all around lowered. The man opened his mouth and then closed it. He picked a hand off his hips and almost fell. Muttering, he walked off, his head leading his body in an off kilter tilt.

  Nanette shook her head and turned back around to grab the full glass of wine Lee Ann had left on the bar. She dispensed with formalities and manners as she leaned her head back and took a swig. It had been that kind of day so far and it hadn't improved since she set foot in her favorite home away from home bar.

  Now that she lived up North, Puyallup was a hike and a bike away for her, but she made the trek every other Saturday to visit Lee Ann, to stare into the river she'd grown up on and think about her life as it was. A life with only Cheddar as a faithful companion.

  Nanette took a seat at and slid the stool around so her back was to the wall and she could look out at the rest of the customers in the bar. This time nobody stared back at her.

  She didn’t see her old riding buddies and wondered where they were hiding, since their bikes were out front. She could almost see her bike from where she sat. Maybe the three brothers were out back or something. They’d find their way back into the bar eventually.

  She sighed into her first glass of wine and downed the rest of it, swirling the liquid around her tongue as it went down.

  A light flush settled across her cheeks from the burn of the wine but dissipated after a moment or two, right before Lee Ann set the second glass of wine in front of Nanette.

  "It gets better, darling. Here, I snagged the latest in the All Fall series for you," Lee Ann said.

  "Thanks, you're a good friend," Nanette grabbed the trade paperback from Lee Ann.

  “And you keep the riff raff out,” Lee Ann smiled back at her.

  The cover was less smut and more romance than the first books in the series. Nanette liked to read romance and the All Fall series by Chlarra B. Rande was her current favorite. She turned to the first page and settled in to read with her glass of wine in her free hand. She took smaller sips every other page until the second glass was empty and Lee Ann set the third full glass in front of her.

  Nanette could hold her drink, but after the third glass she got restless.

  "I'm going to stretch my legs," she hollered to Lee Ann, who nodded back at her.

  "Yeah, get out of here, maybe you’ll find a tumble-ready fisherman out there tonight," Lee Ann smirked back at her.

  Nanette shook her head with a half-smile and waved over her shoulder as she walked out of the bar toward the back in search of the brothers.

  Mark, Jeff, and Paul were out back smoking. They waved to her and she indicated for them to come out front. They followed.

  "We were wondering where you got up to. Cheddar's looking mighty fine tonight," Paul commented, pointing at her bike’s newest modification and one she’d been meaning to do for a long while.

  “Took you long enough to get the tail end modded up,” Jeff said.

  Mark nodded and slid a hand along the stronger steel fender with its smooth-silver lower seated passenger pad.

  She gave them a smile in response, her signature half lipped smile that was oftentimes confused for a smirk.

  “Any luck tonight?” Paul asked.

  She shrugged and stared off across the street. Though it was nearly a highway, it was late enough that there weren’t many cars passing by.

  “Need any company, tonight?” Mark asked.

  “Don’t even go there, Macky,” Nanette said, using her nickname for Mark so he would know she didn’t harbor any ill feelings towards the guy. Back when she lived in this part of the state and rode nearly every day with the three brothers, she got hot and heavy one time with Mark. That was a mistake, but they were still friends. Jeff and Paul were more protective of her ever since, but she could hold her own. Everybody knew that. Even Mark.

  Mark shrugged and dropped the end of his cigarette to the pavement, grounding it to ash and dust under his cowboy boot.

  “Slim pickings tonight, more so for you. We’ll hold your seat for when you get back,” Paul said.

  She nodded and shoved her hands into her pockets and walked away. They knew she liked her alone time and didn’t bother her about it. Not many people would mess with anyone her size, female or not.

  “Hey, Nanette!” Mark called, running up to her as she stood poised ready to cross the street.

  “Yeah?” she turned back.

  “You forgot your book.”

  He handed her the All Fall book and she took it with a slight nod and an even slighter smile. He waved and jogged back to the bar
, joining Paul and Jeff just inside the opened wide double front doors. She didn’t want to encourage a second one night stand. She needed the three brothers more than one night of pleasure. They were her riding buddies and her best friends, but that didn’t change the fact that when she changed out of her riding gear and slipped off her scuffed blue jeans she went to bed alone every night. It had been some time since her last night of pleasure and she felt the loneliness chafe at her from the inside out.

  Nanette kept watching until the three men were lost to the dim lighting inside the bar, most likely to play pool in the back room and keep Lee Ann busy hustling beers for them.

  After three glasses of wine, she was ready to walk some of it off and think. Nanette liked to think after a few good drinks, made for more intimate and truthful self-conversations. Plus, she liked to read by the moonlight and tonight’s moon was bright.

  She waited for a semi-truck to race down the road before running across to the river side and walking along the road to get to the path down to the Puyallup River. When she was feeling particularly adventurous she would bushwhack her own path down to the water with the help of her five inch knife, but today she was feeling tipsier than usual and less sure footed.

  She was not the only one to use the beaten path, there were usually a few night fishermen coming or going from a popular tucked away fishing spot. She had her own special sitting rock a ways down and nobody ever disturbed her.

  It wasn’t a quiet night. She heard voices, gruff and low ahead but she couldn’t see anyone just yet. Bushes and thicker limbed trees blocked her view. She came around the last corner to the water and stopped, a gasp escaping between her parted lips.

  There were two men standing in front of her, the moon lighting up behind them and beating down on them. They were kicking another man, who was staggering about in the shallow bank to the river, trying to evade the blows. He was of medium build with shaggy auburn hair. With each of his motions the moon would glint off the silver and bronze hairs tucked into the browns on top of his head. One of the aggressors, about the same size as the auburn haired man, shoved on the guy’s shoulders and he tumbled into the shallow part of the river and lay still, his body in the crescent shape of the moon. The aggressor pointed at Nanette and his accomplice took a menacing step toward her as he stared her down. Though her heart sped up, she did not move an inch.