The Biker's Religion (Rough Riders MC Book 2)

by Shelly Morgan

  “We won’t, Prez,” they each say at the same time.

  “All right, enough of this shit. I don’t know about any of you, but I need a drink,” I say, making my way out to the bar where there is a full party ensuing. The noise is deafening; the music is pounding, people are shouting and dancing, and there are hang around and club whores zeroing in on the men who clear out behind me. It’s a wonder Amy is able to sleep with this happening right down the hall from her.

  Maybe I should go check on her, make sure she’s all right. Maybe she’s awake, but doesn’t know if she should come out to join the party. I could go in and invite her out, though being out here might not be the best place for her. Especially considering I can hear a few of my brothers fucking a few of the whores on the pool table. Turning around to look, I see Taz and Ripper both fucking whores on top of the table, while Axe fucks another one bent over the table. Well that didn’t take long at all.

  Yes, so maybe she should stay in her room, but should I at least go check on her, make sure she doesn’t need anything?

  No, I need to stay away from her, at least for tonight. Being on the road with her all day, having her heat pressed up against me, and now seeing my brothers enjoying themselves in some hot pussy, now is not the time to be in close quarters with Amy. It’ll be too tempting to lose myself in her.

  Sitting at one of the stools at the bar, one of the newer prospects grabs me a beer. I think he was the one we brought in right before I left, if I remember right. Fuck, I can’t even remember his name. Damn it, I’ve been away too long, and yet not long enough.

  Downing most of my beer in one gulp, I motion for the prospect to give me another. Maybe if I drink enough, I’ll be able to drown out the thought of Amy in her room, sleeping, possibly naked. Fuck, there I go again. Now I’m thinking I need to go check on her to make sure she’s not naked and to make sure she locked the door so no one sneaks in there looking for some easy pussy. If they do, I’ll kill them, brother or not.

  Finishing the rest of my first beer, I start on the second just as Rack takes the stool next to mine.

  The prospect gets him a shot of whiskey and a beer. Downing the shot first, he then turns to me, holding his beer bottle, but not taking a drink. “We should have everything we need to get this shit taken care of by the time you’re back from that wedding shit. Dependin’ on the situation, what do ya want to do if we need more bodies to get this done?”

  “Let’s just wait to see what we need. We can either call in a few favors, or I can get Bear on the line to see if he wants to send some guys down to personally help with this situation. Or if you think they’ll be up for it, we could call Ryder and Cashton to help clean up this mess.”

  “I’m sure those two will be game, they always are,” Rack says with a grin.

  “Didn’t you say that they were thinkin’ bout prospectin’?” I ask, thinking back to the conversation we had last time they helped us with a situation.

  Rack is thoughtful for a minute, and it makes me wonder if this is a sore spot. I know he’s known those two since high school, so sometimes, things are touchy when you involve all three of them.

  “Cashton is thinkin’ about joining the Marines. Ryder isn’t too happy about it, but if Cashton does join, Ryder will follow, not wanting him to go through that alone.”

  Damn, I guess that is a touchy subject. I’ve known a few people who have joined the military. One thought it was the best thing in the world, while the other thought it was a shitstorm. And the other, Tommy, well, I don’t know what he thinks about it because a few weeks after he landed in Afghanistan, he was blown up by an IED. They didn’t even have anything but an empty box to send home to his family.

  “Well, just let me know what they decide. I’d love to have them as a brother, but will support them in whatever they decide. And if they want to do both, we can work that out too. Maybe have them start prospectin’ before they join, and then we can hurry the process along, bein’ that they’ve helped us out a time or two and we all know them and where their loyalties lie,” I say, ending the conversation so Rack doesn’t have to think about it anymore. I can tell he doesn’t want his friends to join, but he’ll never say so. But if they do this, Rack is going to have a hard time with it, that’s for sure.

  We keep each other company quietly, like we have so many nights before. We both drink slowly and stay in our own heads. Rack probably on his friends and everything he needs to do about our little problem. And me, I guess my mind is on Amy, like it seems to always be lately.

  I’m not sure how much time passes, but I’ve gone through five more beers and a few shots of whiskey with Rack. I’m feeling pretty good, like I can let all the stress and tension from the past few months drain from my body.

  Hands grope me from behind; around my shoulders, down my sides, and down to my now wide awake cock. I groan from the feeling. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a hot, wet pussy work my cock. Lately, it’s been only my hand when I couldn’t contain my thoughts.

  Wet lips and warm breath hit my ear. “I’ve missed you, Ice Man. Take me back to your room and I’ll show you how much,” Collette whispers, then moans in my ear as if she can already feel the pleasure I can give her.

  Turning around, I appraise her with lazy eyes, starting at her fuck me heels, moving up her sinful legs that feel amazing wrapped around my neck. Moving up further, I see her short as fuck skirt that I know would show her ass cheeks if I were looking at her from behind. Her mid-riff is showing because the shirt she wears is more like a strapless bra, ripped in the middle to show her cleavage, which she has in spades thanks to an amazing doctor in California.

  The more I look, the more my cock likes it. He’s ready and willing and all too eager to fuck, right now.

  My eyes move unwillingly from her tits, up her delicious neck, past her too full lips, to her eyes that are the wrong shade of green and too round. She’s not Amy. Not by a long shot.

  And suddenly my dick shrinks, not liking who is standing in front of him. I almost want to punch him, pissed that he won’t let me lose myself in this woman, but I can’t bring myself to be angry. Because I agree with him. I’m not sure I could forget the woman I really want to warm my bed tonight even if I close my eyes.

  Is this what my life has become? Turning down good pussy for a woman I’ll never have unless it’s in my dreams? Will these feelings ever go away? Fuck, I hope so. No, it has to.

  After the wedding shit this weekend, I’ll take Amy home and then return here alone. Distance is all I need to get over this, well, whatever this is.

  Peeling Collette’s greedy hands off of me, I pat them gently to try and take the sting out of what I’m about to do.

  “Not tonight, doll. I’ve been on the road all day and think I just need to crash. Another time, yeah?” As I say the words though, I wonder if they are true or a lie.

  Collette pouts, which is very unattractive on her. “I could help you relax, baby.”

  Getting pissed, I cross my arms over my chest and practically growl, “If I wanted you to help me relax, I would have told you. Or better yet, I’d have told you to get on your knees and suck me off and then sent you on your fuckin’ way. But I didn’t, so why don’t you get the fuck outta my sight before I physically remove you myself?”

  I can see a tear forming in her eyes, but she quickly brushes it away before she hurries out of the bar and into the bathroom.

  “Damn, Prez, you sure know how to sweet talk the girls,” Rack says, laughing, but I’ve got no time for his shit. I’m tired, pissed off, and horny as fuck, which isn’t a good combination. But since the only woman my cock wants is probably asleep in her room, I think I’ll be all right.

  Stomping across the floor and down the hall to my office, I slam the door behind me. Falling into the chair at my desk, I drag my hands down my face. Fuck, this is not like me. What the hell is the matter with me?

  Sitting there for a while, I make sure I’m completely calm and to th
e point I’m almost falling asleep before I get up, turn the lights off, and quietly approach Amy’s door.

  Opening it as slowly as possible, I lightly make my way to the bed shrouded in darkness and the motionless form lying there. She’s fast asleep with the covers kicked off of her.

  She must have gotten hot because she’s only in a tank top and underwear, and fuck if that sight doesn’t make me rock hard. And pissed because the door was unlocked and any motherfucker could have walked in here. I’ll have to have a talk with her tomorrow about that.

  Pushing my cock down with hard movements, I will it to calm down. He’s not getting anywhere near her so he might as well go back to sleep.

  Reaching down, I pull the covers up to her shoulders so I can’t see her alluring body anymore. It helps with my unruly cock, but only a little.

  Seeing that she’s safe, I tell myself to leave her be. And I really am tired. I have a lot that needs to get done tomorrow, most of which include showing Amy around and making sure she has a good time on this trip. I don’t think she’ll enjoy the wedding, so I need to make sure I make tomorrow as enjoyable as I can. She said she’s never been to Texas before and I want to make this trip something she’ll never forget.

  Leaning down, I kiss the top of her head, but as I pull away, she says in her sleep, “Stay with me.”

  I don’t know if she somehow knows it’s me or if she’s thinking about someone else, but my heart wants to believe she thinks it’s me.

  So, against my better judgement, I kick off my boots and climb in beside her, but I make sure to stay on top of the covers. No use tempting my swelling cock any more than this situation already does.

  Pulling her tight against my body, I breathe a long sigh, expelling the long day that is now behind us, and close my eyes as I inhale the scent that is pure Amy.

  “G’night, sweetheart. Sleep well,” I whisper, then I allow darkness to take me.

  ***

  Someone rubbing their ass on my hard cock wakes me the next morning. It takes me a minute to realize where I am and who I’m with. I remember I was at the bar drinking with Rack, and then Collette came on to me, but I turned her away before going to check on Amy. But instead of going back to my room, I stayed with her because she asked me not to leave.

  Now, with my dick so hard it physically hurts and her warm, soft ass pushing up against me, I almost regret it. But fuck, it’s hard to regret it when it feels so fucking good.

  “If I had known you were gonna pitch a tent, I would’ve brought a sleeping bag,” Amy says in her sleepy voice.

  I shouldn’t be surprised that she’s spouting off a ridiculous pick up line, but I guess I never expected it this early in the morning. Or that it would turn me on even more. Fuck, how can she even think of shit like that when all I can think about is in this moment is ripping our clothes off—that’s all that’s keeping me from sliding into nirvana. I don’t know if she’d stop me though.

  Needing to know one way or another how serious she is, or if this is just something she’s going to do to make me smile, and torture the shit out of me, I grind my dick harder against her ass.

  “Since we’re camping, why don’t you let me put my hotdog in your buns.” Instead of stopping, I punctuate my words by reaching out and grabbing on to her hip to anchor myself as I continue to push into her ass.

  Surprising me further, she moans and pushes harder against me, saying, “I’d much rather if you just skewer me already.”

  Fuck it, I’m going for it.

  Before either of us can change our minds and think too much into this, I reach over and rip the covers off of her. She’s still in her panties and tank top, which is good, but I’m still in my jeans and shirt from last night. Needing to remove my jeans so my dick has some room, I unbutton them just as there is banging on the door.

  “Yo Prez, you in there?” Rack yells through the door.

  Growling as I halt my actions, I look over at Amy to see her biting her lip, staring where my hands are still holding the button on my jeans. Goddammit, this better be an emergency or heads are going to roll.

  “Someone better be dying if you’re bothering me this fuckin’ early,” I yell, unable to take my eyes off of the temptress beside me who is now licking her lips instead of just biting them.

  “Uh, well, no, but we do have a minor problem.” That’s all he says, but that’s all I need to know. I need to leave this bed and the woman in it. The club comes first.

  Groaning, I finally look away from her to the door, even though he can’t see me. “Give me five minutes. Get everyone available in the chapel for church,” I bark the orders out as I sit up in bed.

  “On it,” Rack says, his voice already sounding like he’s moving away from the door and down the hall.

  “You’re leaving,” Amy states. I can hear the disappointment in her voice, but I believe I hear a little bit of relief there too. It’s probably for the best. I’m sure after all was said and done, and our bodies weren’t doing the talking, we would have looked back on this morning and regretted what happened. Well, she would have. Me, I would have cherished the memory for the rest of my time here on this miserable planet, no matter how short or long that may be.

  “Sorry, babe, but I gotta take care of this.”

  “I understand. The club comes first. But should I expect to see you at all today? I know you said that you wanted to take me out and show me around, but if you can’t, it’s fine. I honestly understand. I’ll probably go back to sleep for a little while longer anyway and then I have to call Angel.”

  I hate that I promised her the day, and the fact that I may end up having to break that promise. “I honestly don’t know, sweetheart. But I’ll keep in contact with you today and let you know as soon as I know more of what’s going on. I’m sorry,” I add on at the end, because I really am. I rarely apologize for things, but in this situation and for her, I will.

  Finally looking at her after I pull my boots on, she gives me a genuine smile. “No need to be sorry, Ice Man. I get it, I really do. I’ve been around the Rough Riders long enough to know that the club has to come first, even when they don’t want it to. And like I said, after yesterday on the road, I’m okay with just staying in today to rest up for the weekend. But trust me when I say this,” she says, the evil glint comes back in her eyes, telling me that she’s up to no good. “I plan on you making it up to me.”

  She winks at me, and I can do nothing but stare at her. How is this woman real? Understanding about the club and the job I have to do, the duty and loyalty I owe. Not being mad about broken promises. And putting so much promise into her own words that my dick is jumping for joy, even if that’s not her intention. Fuck, how did I get so lucky to have her in my life, even if for only a little while?

  Knowing if I stay in here any longer I won’t make it to church, I give her a small smile, hoping to relay everything I can’t put into words before pushing out the door, closing it quietly behind me.

  Out in the bar, there are a few of the club whores stumbling around looking for lost clothes and thrown about shoes and the prospect behind the bar. I nod to the prospect but ignore the whores, making my way into the chapel where I notice every brother here except Reefer, Taz, Ripper, and Cornroll.

  “All right, what’s so fuckin’ important you had to wake me the fuck up at,” I pause, looking down where I don’t have a watch, then back up at the men sitting around the table, “too fuckin’ early in the goddamn morning.”

  Laughing, Axe says, “Prez, it’s almost noon.”

  Shit. I had no idea it was that late. But I suppose it makes sense. Being on the road all day yesterday, plus the night before that, and then drinking last night, I could see how I slept that long. Plus, when I’m with Amy, I seem to sleep more, surprisingly.

  Ignoring his comment, I turn to Rack. “What ya got for me?” The faster I can get this shit taken care of, the faster I can get back to Amy. Maybe I can salvage what’s left of the day, and if I’m lucky
, maybe pick up where we left off this morning in bed. Probably not, but you can’t blame a guy for hoping.

  “G-Spot was able to get some intel on the new club moving in,” Rack says, laying a stack of papers down in front of me. Going through some of them, I notice everything from criminal records with mug shots, to bank account records and housing information, plus everything in between. G-Spot sure did his homework. And by the looks of it, he was up all night doing it.

  “And Reefer called, said we should be set for anything as far as weapons go. We’re set for war if need be.”

  Nodding at the information he’s giving me, I still don’t understand why we needed to have a sit down. But before I can ask, he continues on. “He also went with Taz and Ripper to scope the location out and get eyes on these guys, and we might have a problem.”

  “LEO?” I ask. Though if it were the cops, we could work around that issue. We’ve done it before and I’m sure we’ll do it a lot more in the future.

  “No. LEO we could handle. But they were meeting with members of the Latin Mafia.” Fuck. I was not fucking expecting that shit.

  The Latin Mafia is a rival gang to the cartel. There has been a war brewing between the two for decades, but the cartel have always ended up on top. But word on the streets is that the LM is planning something; something big that is said to wipe the cartel’s whole operation out. I have no idea if that shit’s true or not, but I don’t really want to find out either.

  “Shit,” I say, covering my face with my hands. I don’t have fucking time to deal with this shit. This is more than just a minor problem that needs taken care of. This is bigger than territory or some new club stepping on toes because they either don’t give a shit or they are just too dumb enough to know better. And honestly, this isn’t our fucking problem, but since we are in bed with the cartel, we’re forced into it. But fuck if we’re dealing with this shit alone.

  “All right, I want round the clock surveillance on them. I want to know who from LM has been there, when, and for how long.” Turning to G-Spot, I say, “Is there any way to get a mic in there to see if we can hear what they’re planning?”