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

by Shelly Morgan

  “Yes,” I yell, stuffing almost half a burger in my mouth, greedy to get my food gone. Then, once I’m able to put the straw in my mouth without risking food falling out, I greedily suck down my shake, but it gives me a brain freeze. “Ow, fuck, fuck. Dammit. Shit,” I groan, rubbing my head.

  “Well what the fuck did ya think would happen, ya dork?” Ice Man makes fun of me, grabbing the shake out of my hands and takes a few long draws on the straw.

  “Hey, that’s mine,” I yell, trying to get the cup back, but he holds it just out of reach.

  “Nope, I’m confiscating this since you can’t be trusted with it.” To punctuate his words and meaning, he takes in more, until that awful noise rings loud and clear, declaring it’s empty.

  “Meanie,” I say, pouting, but he just laughs at me.

  “Mmm, that was delicious. And look, no brain freeze,” he mocks me, but I can’t stay mad at him. I love seeing him like this; carefree and joking with me.

  Stealing one of his French fries, I turn to look out the window and notice we are in the country. There is nothing but open miles on either side of us and a deserted road. It’s beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the desert at night.

  A few minutes later, he pulls onto a dirt driveway. “Where are we going?” I ask, still looking out the window.

  “There’s a place up ahead I used to go when I was younger. We’d take our junky cars out here and race around like we were in dune buggies. Thought it would be the perfect spot for you to rip around.”

  A couple of miles down the road, it’s a big open field…except, no crops. There are no buildings, no roads, no nothing. It’s perfect.

  Unable to wait any longer, I start to crawl over the bench seat. “Move over. I’m drivin’,” I say, which has him laughing and helping me scoot over him. He grabs my hips and drags me over his body, and as my ass skates across his crotch, I feel how hard he is.

  I stifle a moan, but based on his matching one, he either heard me or is feeling exactly what I am in this instant. But that’s gonna have to wait because right now, I really want to drive this monster. Then later, I’ll take him for a ride.

  Once I’m situated behind the wheel, I rearrange everything so it fits me better. Though the seat doesn’t move up as far as I’d like, I can make it work. Then, dropping it into drive, I take off like a bat outta hell.

  “Wooooohhooooo!” I yell, probably sounding like a kid, but I don’t even care. This is way too much fun.

  Ice Man lets me drive, not once telling me to slow down or making comments when I make a tight turn or make a donut in the dirt. We take turns after a while, each doing tricks or driving crazy. Ice Man says since we’re out here, we might as well drive like we stole the damn thing, and so we do. We have a blast, laughing, talking about random topics, and just being us. It feels normal and surreal all at the same time.

  Before we know it, the sun is beginning to set, so we park the truck and Ice Man grabs a blanket from behind the seats. Making our way toward the back of the truck, he lays the blanket down in the bed of the truck, grabs the bag he found sitting behind his seat, and we use that as a pillow. Then, we both relax and watch the color of the sky change.

  After a few minutes of silence, us both looking up at the sky, Ice Man speaks in a quiet voice, “Should we head back? We’re gonna have to head back in the morning. I have to deal with some club shit, and I’m not sure how long it’s gonna take.”

  His words break the silence, but they also break the bubble we’ve been in since we’ve been on this trip. Or at least, since yesterday. The time I’ve spent with him has meant so much to me, even more than what I thought it would mean.

  Sighing, I snuggle up to him even more. “If that’s the case, then let’s stay out here a little while longer.”

  Leaning down, he kisses my forehead tenderly, which causes my heart to beat faster. Turning my head, I press my lips to his…softly at first, but then the kiss gains more heat. He matches my passion, and soon I’m straddling him, our lips moving with reverence.

  We tear at each other’s clothing, not caring if they will be salvageable after tonight, just needing the connection of our bodies together. But we’re both impatient, so instead of waiting until every article of clothing is off, we just push things to the side to get to what we so desperately want.

  My head drops back on a moan. “Oh my god, your cock feels so fuckin’ good inside of me.”

  “Fuck ya it does,” he says, groaning while lifting my hips up before slamming me down on his lap. Over and over he does this, never letting go of me, only building momentum. I know that if we keep with this rhythm, we’ll both be finished before we want to be, so I grab his hands and pull them over his head, a little surprised, but pleased, that he’s letting me take control.

  Then, I lift my hips, but instead of continuing our earlier pace, I sink down onto him slowly, savoring every sensation. My pussy quivers with the need to come, but I won’t rush this. Not if this may be the last night I have with him for a while. No, I’m going to take my time.

  I continue the torture as I lean back down and start kissing his neck; licking and sucking, tasting him. He moans, tipping his head, giving me better access, which I repay with moving my hips a little faster.

  Making my way up to his lips, I kiss him passionately, like a lover would to her beloved. And for once, that thought doesn’t scare the living shit out of me.

  Sitting up now, I brace myself using one hand on his chest as I rock my hips against his. Then, with my other hand, I reach around and grasp his balls, massaging them and rolling them between my fingers.

  “Shit,” Ice Man hisses out, but he doesn’t stop me. He only moves his hips faster as he brings his hands back down to my waist, squeezing me hard enough I have no doubt there will be bruises where his hands are now.

  Finally having had enough of the loss of control, he suddenly sits up with me still on his lap, then rolls us over so I’m on the bottom with him still seated deeply inside of me.

  But he surprises me when he doesn’t start pounding into me like I thought he would with the change of position. Instead, he keeps up the slow pace I had started. The only difference is that he’s now on top, and he’s giving me long, deep strokes instead of the short ones I was allowing him.

  He hits a spot deep inside of me that has an electric current running through my body, I react as if I’m a live wire. Everything begins to tingle, and at first, it freaks me out because I’ve never felt anything like this before. But it feels so fucking good, that I don’t let it scare me into telling him to stop. I want to see where this feeling takes me, even if it very well could put me in a sex-induced coma.

  The feeling inside me gets strong as he starts to move faster. Grabbing my leg under my knee, he raises it up, supporting me with his arm and giving him better access to hit me deeper. It borders on pain, but it’s like that saying goes, it hurts so good.

  “Fuck, oh my god. Right there, yes,” I tell him as I feel my pussy start to contract and the tingling sensation gets worse. I’m about to come.

  “Give it to me, Amy. I want you to drench me with your cum,” he says between clenched teeth, staring down at me, making the feelings inside me get stronger and more intense.

  “Shit,” I yell, overcome with sensation, both in my heart and my pussy. And then I’m coming, screaming his name so loud, I think they could hear me all the way up in Canada.

  “That’s right, come on my cock,” he says, moving faster and deeper, making it feel like I’m having another orgasm on top of the first. My heart is beating so fast I worry it will break through my ribcage and take off down the dirt road.

  Just when I think it can’t get any better, he reaches down with his other hand and without warning, presses his finger into my ass, causing another mini orgasm to take root there. And then it’s as if I’m floating above our bodies, looking down at us fucking. I can feel everything that’s happening, every sensation, but I also get to watch it too.

>   I wonder if I actually died from too many great orgasms. If all those times we joked about it, if it’s really coming true now.

  I hear Ice Man roar his release, and it’s like that was the key to bring me back into my body.

  We both lay there, shaking, sweating, and satisfied. And even after we catch our breaths, we stay like that, holding each other, not wanting this moment to end.

  I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, still connected and in each other’s arms. But at some point in time, I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, Ice Man was dressed and he was whispering in my ear, “Let’s get back.”

  All those orgasms took a lot of out of me. I feel drained of all energy. I couldn’t even help Ice Man as he helped me get dressed again. Or as dressed as one can be whose clothes were torn in a rush to fuck.

  Then, carrying me to the cab of the truck, he lays me down so my head rests on his lap while he drives us back to the hotel.

  He rouses me again a short time later. “We’re here. Do you want me to carry you inside?”

  Shaking my head, I sit up. I’m still groggy as hell, but I think I can manage to walk my tired ass back to our room.

  “No. I think I can manage,” I tell him as I scoot out of the truck after him. Then, he puts his arm around me to help hold me up as we make our way into the lobby, up the elevator, and finally, into our room.

  “Do you want anything?” His voice is quiet, sounding like he’s just as tired as I feel.

  “Actually, I think I’d like to take a bath. I’m a little sore,” I tell him, feeling the ache between my thighs, but not regretting why it’s there for one second. It’s a sweet ache, one I hope to keep for a long time.

  Nodding, he leads me into the bathroom, starts the bathwater, and waits until I’m sitting in the tub before he tells me he needs to make a few phone calls and that he’ll be back soon.

  While he’s gone, I lay back in the water, taking comfort in the heat as it soothes my muscles. Today was a long day, but one I wish didn’t have to end. But as he said, he needs to get back to his club. I don’t know what’s going on, but I know they need him. And whatever it is that they’re doing, it’s big. Otherwise, Bear wouldn’t be sending Torq and a few of the other guys down here.

  Figuring there is no use in dwelling on the unknown, I sit up so I can wash my body. The faster I get done in here, even though it feels amazing, the faster I can get into bed. With Ice Man hopefully. Though, I really hope he’s not ready for another round. I don’t think my tired body would be able to function properly.

  I’m just getting out of the tub and wrapping a towel around my body when Ice Man returns. “Feeling better?” he asks, looking at me with equal parts concern and lust.

  Smiling weakly, I say, “Much. Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  Walking up to him, I take his hand in mine. “For this. For today. For everything. It was exactly what I needed; time away from everything and time to feel normal again. After everything that happened, this was therapy in a way. So seriously, thank you.”

  Smiling down at me, he leads me out of the bathroom. “Well, you’re welcome then. Though I think I should be the one to really thank you. As much as I didn’t want to come here to attend that sham of a wedding, I think I needed this too. After everything went down with Brittany, I felt cheated out of something. Like something was taken away from me. I was upset with her, but I was also upset that it didn’t work out like I had wanted it to. But after this weekend, I’m glad it didn’t. I mean, don’t get me wrong, the shit she did was bullshit and it sucked major balls to go through it. But in a way, I’m glad because I don’t want that life. Not with her or anyone else. It’s all fake and I never would have been happy. And I wouldn’t have realized that without coming here, and I don’t think I would have been able to do that without you. So thank you.”

  “I think you would have done just fine on your own, but I’m glad I was able to do this with you.”

  He falls onto the bed, pulling me with him, wrapping his arms around me. “Ugh, tomorrow is gonna suck.”

  I debate for a moment if I should ask, but in the end, I decide to just go for it. The worst that could happen would be for him to tell me it’s none of my business. “The things you have going on with the club. Is it dangerous?”

  He doesn’t answer right away, but at least he’s not shutting me down. Not yet anyway. But I wait patiently for his answer, no matter what it may be.

  Finally, he says, “It could be. But you don’t need to worry. We’re taking all the precautions necessary to make sure all our guys are safe.”

  Nodding, I’m silent for a little while, thinking over his words. Then I wonder out loud, “Will I be in danger?”

  I remember when we were at the clubhouse, he was worried about me just leaving to go to the store by myself. And even though I wouldn’t be with him or probably anywhere near what’s going down, I wonder if there’s something that could go wrong that would be bad news to me.

  Sitting up so fast, my fist falls from his chest and smacks into the bed, he says with determination, “I would never let anything happen to you. Never.”

  Matching him, I sit up as well. “I know you’d never let anything or anyone hurt me. But sometimes, shit goes wrong. I mean, you won’t be by my side the whole time, and I wouldn’t ask you to. But maybe it would be a good idea for me to stay here, out of the way. That way, you won’t have to worry about anything happening to me and it risking your safety. And I won’t have to worry either, because let’s be honest, after everything that happened with Angel, I’ve got some serious issues and fears about bad shit happening to me. And I’m not saying that it would, or that you would let it, but maybe it’d be the best solution for both of us?”

  As much as I’d feel better being closer to him, I wasn’t lying when I said I have issues. Since I found out my friend was taken, I’ve had nightmares about what she went through. And sometimes, I dream that it’s happening to me and that scares the shit out of me. He knows this. He’s seen firsthand what my nightmares can do to me because he’s been the one to pick up the pieces of me scattered on the floor, shaking and crying.

  He searches my eyes for a while, thinking over what I said and my suggestion. Or maybe he’s just completely flabbergasted on what he should say or do now. But eventually, he lays us both back down, holding me in his arms and says, “If it would make you feel safer, I’ll keep this room for you. I don’t necessarily like it, but if it’s what you need, we’ll do it. But I’m gonna have Reggie stay here with you, to keep an eye on you. He’ll be able to get you anything you need.” I go to argue that, but he stops me right away before I can even get a word in. “That’s non-negotiable, so don’t even think about arguing with me.”

  Sighing, I give him what he wants. “Fine. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it or agree with it. And don’t think for one second I won’t make life miserable for you to pay you back for this either, because I will. I don’t need a babysitter.”

  I can feel him smiling against my hair, which makes me smile too. “I’m going to miss you when you leave, though. Last night and today were amazing, and I’m not ready for these moments with you to end. I just hope that when all of this shit with your club is said and done, we can go back to Reno and have more of them,” I say without thinking, but it’s the truth. I want more time with him. Need it actually, like I need to breathe. He’s the only person besides Angel who gets me. And add in our sexual attraction to each other, and I don’t want to lose that.

  If it wasn’t for the fact that he tensed up under me, I would have thought he fell asleep, since he doesn’t say anything. Not like it was required or anything, but the fact that he’s tense now makes me a little concerned.

  “Everything all right?” I ask, not sure if I want to know the answer anymore. What if what I said was wrong or he doesn’t feel the same way? But that’s bullshit. I know we said no strings and I meant it, but there is something more
between us. And I don’t mean that we need to classify us as a couple to figure out what it is, but I want to find out what is between us.

  “What makes you think I’m coming back to Reno after this?” he asks, his voice monotone, like he’s a robot or something.

  Sitting up, I pull away from him so I can look at him while we talk. “Why wouldn’t you? I mean, you’ve been there for months, and before you got that invitation, it didn’t seem like you were leaving anytime soon. And now with everything going on with us, I just figured you’d come back with me.”

  His eyes flash with something, but it’s gone before I can try to figure it out. “What do you think is going on between us exactly?”

  Not sure where he’s going with this, I say, “I don’t know. But there is something going on here and there has been since the moment we met. We both know that. And even though it’s completely out of my comfort zone, I think we should see where this goes. I’m not saying I’m in love with you, but I know I have feelings for you that go beyond friendship because friends don’t fuck like we do. I like spending time with you, in and out of bed. I’ve never had that before. I don’t know what that means yet, but I want to find out. Don’t you?”

  Tossing the covers off of himself, he slides out of bed and begins to put his clothes on. I can feel tears start to prick at the corner of my eyes but I try my best to not let them fall. I don’t understand what’s going on, but this feels a lot like rejection. My chest hurts and I don’t fucking like it at all. Why is he being like this?

  “Look, I have some things I need to take care of. We’ll talk more about this later,” he says, already heading for the door, not even looking at me while he speaks.

  Standing up beside the bed, fully naked, I cross my arms, now pissed. Not only because of the way he’s acting, but because of the way all of this is making me feel. It’s hard enough admitting that I care for him more than I should, but the fact that he’s just brushing it off and acting like I’m being ridiculous is enough to make me want to start throwing shit.