My Dark Biker (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club Series Book 4)

by Fox, Regina

  He spread my legs open again, wider this time, and knelt between them. He bumped my clit with the tip of his cock, nudging those sensitive nerve endings and I relaxed.

  I sought his lips and slid my tongue into his mouth. Our bodies aligned and his cock glided between my soaked slit. He moved slowly at first, allowing me a few moments to get used to his size, and then he really started moving.

  He raised my legs higher, leaving them flush against his taut chest, and shoved inside me. I cried out. My eyes closed, as I felt him buried deep inside of me. I tightened my legs around him and clenched my internal muscles around his cock. He grunted in return.

  He repeatedly pounded into me, clutching at my hips as groans erupted from his mouth. He thickened inside me and grabbed my arms, pinning them up above my head. The position left my breasts arched, and my nipples brushed against his smooth chest, arousing me even more.

  His mouth found mine as a second climax hit me. Two thrusts of his pelvis later, Aiden followed. His body fell atop mine. He took deep breaths as he tried to regain control.

  “I thought we were supposed to talk about something?” I teased and pushed a lock of black mane from his eyes.

  Aiden chuckled and pressed a kiss on my forehead.

  “You’re too fuckin’ hot not to take to bed.” He cupped my breast and pinched my nipple between his forefinger and thumb. “Just feelin’ you around my dick has me hardening again. Damn, you’re so fucking hot.”

  I shot him a sultry look. “What are you waiting for, then? Fucking take me.”

  Aiden smiled at me as he reached for another condom. He looked back at me; his eyes held such heat and amusement I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me again.

  “Shit, baby.” The intensity in Aiden’s whisper rocked me to my core. He moved slowly inside me. “You’re so fucking tight and wet. I can feel your cream all over my cock.”

  With his hands on my ass, Aiden lowered me down to his shaft. My body jerked, my nails digging into the wooden headboard as I held on.

  “Don’t fucking cum,” he said. “Or you’ll be in trouble.”

  “Please. I’m so close. I want it so damn bad.”

  “Cum,” he said.

  I whimpered in pleasure as his erection stretched me wide. I sank lower than ever, taking more of him, as I felt another orgasm building inside my belly.

  This would be my fourth orgasm already, and I had to admit I was a little sore. But Aiden was insatiable.

  “Aiden,” I breathed as he rolled his hips.

  He snaked his arm around my waist to rub my clit. My head fell backward, and a gasp left my lips.

  “I can’t.” The words were almost unintelligible. I was too tired and very unsure if I had the strength to do this again.

  “Yes, you can,” he coaxed. “I won’t stop until you give me this. I want that tight pussy of yours clenching around me as I pound inside you.”

  His dirty words gave me renewed energy, and I cried out again. My inner walls contracted around his girth, milking him dry as he began to thrust in me again. I lost track of the world as he continued to pummel into.

  Before I knew it, I was hurtled into another orgasm. My cries were stifled by the sheets, as Aiden followed seconds later. I was sweaty and exhausted, and we held each other close.

  Chapter 15

  “Have you heard back from the guys?” I asked as I handed Jack his toy truck. We’d been staying in Aiden’s house for nearly three weeks, and still haven’t had any news of Vince.

  Aiden shook his head. “Thick and Mick are on the road. They’d been searching high and low, but none of the people they’ve asked knows him.” The worry must have shown on my face because he added. “I’m guessing he’s got some connection around here, and we’ll find it.”

  “You think?”

  He nodded. “It might take a while before we hear anythin’ back from em’, though. Stop stressin’ about it. You and Jack are safe here.”

  I shook my head at him. “I know we’re safe here, Aiden. That’s not what I worry about. Vince’s a drug dealer. He must have traded drugs to get information about me.”

  “Probably,” Aiden agreed.

  “Then, there’s a possibility that he could do it again and find us here.”

  Aiden looked at me from where he was seated. “He’s not goin’ to find you here, sweetheart. I ain’t gonna let no man touch you, remember?” His voice was somber and without a drip of amusement or sarcasm.

  I nodded. “I remember.”

  “Now, I’d like to talk about how you got involved with the dickface in the first place.”

  I bit my lip, hesitating. I wasn’t sure whether I could bring myself to tell him. I knew I couldn’t tell Aiden that I used to be a stripper and dated one of my clients. He hated strippers and could easily resent me for it. And with his temper, what would prevent me to lift his protection over Jack and me? What would I do then?

  He must have sensed my hesitation because he said my name. I looked up at him and blinked the haziness in my brain.

  “Well?” he raised a brow, expecting me to answer.

  “I…” I trailed.

  I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t tell him. I was too ashamed to even open my mouth. It took me a few seconds to realize that Aiden had walked over to me.

  “Abby. . .”

  I turned my eyes to him. His blue eyes held a tenderness I wasn’t used to. “I…” I stuttered.

  “Tell me,” Aiden coaxed. “I’m not gonna get angry. I might curse under my breath knowin’ some bastard touched you before me, but it won’t be at you.”

  I smiled at him and reached out to stroke his stubbly cheek. “You’re so sweet.”

  He shook his head. “I ain’t sweet, baby. If you only know the things I’ve done in the past. You wouldn’t be calling me sweet.”

  I didn’t answer. Instead, I continued to stroke his cheek. The rough whiskers prickled my fingertips as I looked at him with soft eyes. I knew I must have looked like some love-sick fool, but he was my lover, and I was starting to feel something deep for him. Something I wasn’t willing to dig into further in order to guard myself from heartbreak.

  “I wanna know why you avoid him. What is it about him that has you running away?” Aiden probed, running his hand on the outer part of my leg.

  “I can’t tell you,” I whispered. “You wouldn’t like me if you knew.”

  “Try me, baby.”

  I wasn’t ready to talk about my past with Aiden. That was a fact. It was also a fact that I probably would never be ready to talk to him about it, but he was adamant to know and with everything he was doing for me and Jack, and I felt like fulfilling that wish was the least I could do.

  I took a deep breath and glanced over to the corner, where my son played with his toy truck. I opened my mouth and words I was sure Aiden didn’t expect to hear started to pour out.

  “Two years ago I was a stripper,” I kept my eyes fixed on Jack, but I could feel Aiden’s gaze on me. “You see, my half-sister, Jane, died delivering Jack. I never knew she was pregnant until the hospital called me saying she had a complication and bled out. They also informed me that I was listed as her next of kin and the baby’s legal guardian.”

  Tears welled in my eyes. I blinked them away and continued on, “There was no question that I was keeping him. Our mother died five years ago, and Jane had no one else but me. The problem was, it was a really unfortunate timing. I had nothing, Aiden. No job, not even a single penny to pay my rent and suddenly, I had to take care of a baby. I was desperate.”

  I stopped, and I looked up. He was watching me with an unreadable expression. I couldn’t see a single trace of emotion in his eyes.

  I swallowed and decided to rip off the Band-Aid. “One day a friend of mine said that a club was opening downtown and hiring a waitress. I saw that as my saving grace, so I applied. I got the job, but the money wasn’t enough to pay for Jack’s necessities, rent and put food on the table.

  “In th
e middle of my desperation, the owner of the club offered me a place on the stage.” I closed my eyes and chuckled at the only funny thing about that painful memory. “I agreed on the spot. It was either that or going hungry, so there wasn’t a choice, really. I didn’t care whether I would look stupid. I only cared about raising Jack right.”

  “Were you willing to sell your body?” Aiden asked, in a small voice.

  I shook my head, sending a flutter of hair over my forehead. “No, I’d never do that. I have self-respect, Aiden. I danced around the pole, and I stripped. That’s all.”

  “I don’t like it. The thought of other men seeing you naked infuriates me.”

  “I know. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you.”

  Although a part of me that was offended by his words, the other half understood.

  I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Dave told me you despise strippers, but you can’t judge me. I made a sacrifice only a mother can understand, and even though I’m not Jack’s biological mother, I still treat him as if I was.” I stole a glance at the toddler before gazing back to the man in front of me. “I was ashamed of it. I was ashamed of approaching the baby smelling like the club and the men. But not all strippers are bad. Most aren’t whores who do it because they want to. They do it because it’s a last resort. It’s food for their families.”

  I was shocked to see him nod and say, “I know.”

  “You do?” I asked.

  He nodded once again.

  My heart was beating out of my chest, but I tried to look strong as I spoke, “So, you don’t plan on throwing Jack and I out.

  “Why the fu—” Aiden stopped shortly and stared at Jack. “Why the freak would I throw you out?”

  I shrugged. “I used to be a stripper and, as far as I know, you hate them. And that means you hate me, too.”

  “You hit your head or somethin’?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “I’m just making a statement.”

  Aiden glared at me and crossed his arms. “I ain’t throwin’ anybody out of my house. I’ve already said that what’s mine is what I intend to keep.”

  Chapter 16

  I pounded the pillows fluffing them up before Aiden and I went to bed. I heard the bedroom door open but didn’t have to look behind me to see it was Aiden. I continued fluffing the pillows as he came behind me and placed his hands on my waist. He began to thrust his body against mine, heat radiating off of him.

  I moaned as I felt the large bulge grind against my butt. His hand snaked around my waist and dipped low, sliding into my shorts.

  I bit my lower lip as he found my clit. With his thumb, he added pressure to the little nub as he kissed my neck. I wound my arms around his nape and held on as his other hand found my breast.

  He fondled one, then the other before he pinched my nipple, drawing out a cry from me. I tilted my head to the side and kissed him; our tongues dueling and clashing together in perfect harmony.

  Aiden pulled away and turned me around. His hands cupped my butt as I wrapped my legs around his tapered waist. He turned our intertwined bodies around, and we fell to the bed with a flop. We continued to kiss deep and passionately.

  I grew wet with anticipation. My hand wandered downward until I found his cock under his jeans. I rubbed it in my palm and he grunted in my ear.

  “Unless you want to get fucked right now, fucking stop it,” Aiden warned. “I’m trying to take things slow, baby, and you’re making it hard to do that.”

  “I don’t want slow,” I moaned, rubbing him again.

  “Shit! stop that.” He pushed my hand away and pinned them above my head. His mouth covered mine to stifle my protests.

  I squirmed beneath him as undressed me. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning whenever he brushed his hands on my sensitive areas. The more he touched me, the more I suspected he did it on purpose.

  As soon as I was naked, Aiden got off of me and stripped down to his underwear. I wasn’t surprised when his cock sprang out of his boxers ready and willing. He moved to the nightstand for a condom, but I scooted over the edge and stopped him.

  “Don’t worry about that. I’m clean and on the pill,” I assured.

  He looked quizzically at me for an instant. Then, he smiled. “I’m clean too. Are you sure?”

  I nodded. “I’m sure.”

  I beckoned him forward and opened my legs, cradling his body with mine. He placed his cock in my wet opening and slid inside.

  He felt so damn good.

  Tonight, he didn’t hurry. He took his time as if this would be the last time we’d do this. I held on tight to him as I rode my orgasm, tears prickling my eyes for no apparent reason.

  I fell asleep in his arms, in absolute bliss.

  Chapter 17

  “Jack, come and eat your apples, please!” I called out to Jack as I tried to grab the little bundle of joy, but he dodged right past me. We were at the kitchen table eating lunch, but the little rascal decided not to finish his share of apples and run around the table with his toy motorcycle instead. “Jack!” I called, once more.

  It was getting harder and harder to control him. A month ago he had his second birthday and, against my wishes, Aiden took it upon himself to throw the kid a party.

  According to Dave the theme was generic blue—though, I guess that was guy code for “we picked up whatever party stuff for boys was available at Walmart.” The most interesting part of the party, however, was the guest list. In attendance were all of my former coworkers from the auto shop and the majority of Aiden’s Rough Riders brothers. Although some brought their girlfriends and wives the group was definitely not what you’d expect to see at a two-year-old’s party.

  A few more weeks passed before we heard anything back from Thick and Mick regarding my ex. According to their newest report Vince left a few trails while on the road that led the guys to a man who lived just a few blocks from our house. I don’t know nor care what methods of persuasion they used, but the man admitted that Vince stayed at his house for a few weeks. However, it had been a week already since he moved out.

  The idea of Vince on the loose, haunting Jack and me sent a shiver down my spine. I quickly cast the thought aside and pulled myself back into the present, finally grabbing the little munchkin into my arms.

  I seated Jack down and pointed at his remaining apples, giving him my no-nonsense look that only lasted for a couple of seconds. The kid pouted and whined as a good two-year-old, but started munching on his apples just the same.

  There was a knock at the front door, and Aiden got up to get it. I flashed him a grateful smile as I continued to stare at Jack, daring him to stop eating.

  Faint whispers came from behind me and were followed by heavy footsteps. Once Jack had the last piece of apple in his mouth, I turned and saw Thick, Dave and Mick following Aiden into the kitchen. “Hi,” I greeted.

  The men nodded in greetings. Dave, however, said, “Sup, B?” as he gave me a brotherly hug and lifted a messy Jack from his highchair. Aiden’s stink eye at his friend didn’t go unnoticed by me.

  “Do you have any news?” I asked as I walked over to the sink to wash my hands.

  Mick was the first to answer. “Not since that druggie piece of shit he stayed with.”

  “So, you still haven’t located him?” I asked.

  Both men shook their heads.

  “The asshole knows how to hide, Abby.” Dave chimed in a funny voice as he played with Jack. “He knows some people around here, just like you predicted. I’m guessing he’s staying with some sorry piece of—,” he trailed off looking at Jack, then continued, “poop that is either too stoned or too chicken poop to tell us.”

  I refrained from laughing at his words as I took in Aiden’s grim face. My eyes traveled down to a white box in his hands.

  “What’s that, Aiden?”

  His jaw clenched. “The bastard left another threat for you.”

  I stared at it, my eyes wide as I contemplated what was inside and soon
decided that I didn’t care. “I don’t want to see it.”

  Aiden stared at me with a sober expression on his face. “I wasn’t plannin’ on showing it to you. The motherfucking note said the same thing. That he’ll find you and do to you what he did to this poor dove.”

  Out of morbid curiosity, I asked, “What did he do to it?”

  “Chopped its head clean off,” Mick replied casually as if he was talking about sunshine and flowers.

  The other three men looked at him with reproachful eyes that he just shrugged. I, however, clasped my hands over my mouth and muttered, “Oh, my gosh.”

  “Like I’m gonna let the bastard get close to you,” Aiden muttered as he walked toward me and folded me in his strong arms.

  I swallowed the massive lump in my throat. I was thankful that I left him in the early months of our relationship, but I also hated myself for dating him in the first place.

  Soon after that Aiden barked at the men to get their asses back to the shop. Since Aiden was staying home to take care of Jack and me, they were filling in for him. Dave handed Jack to me, said goodbye and left with the other two men.

  The day continued as it normally did. I took care of the house, Aiden watched TV and looked over some papers from his business or the club, and Jack played with his new toys. After lunch, I laid with Jack on the couch for a quick nap. The sound of the front door opening and closing woke me.

  Through half-opened eyes, I saw Aiden remove his shoes and leather jacket as he walked in. My heart sank with thoughts of his sneaking out to see another woman. Deep down I knew he probably just went to the shop to check up on the guys, but still, the thought ate at me.

  For the rest of the day, that insane jealousy nagged my brain. I’d been in his house for two months now, but Aiden never made our situation clear. I didn’t know where I stood in his life, and I certainly did not know whether I meant anything other than a casual ‘live in’ fuck to him. Either way, I knew that Aiden would never want me in the way I wanted him. He was a womanizing biker, and I just happened to be the girl in his bed.