Filthy Ride: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Iron Bones MC) (Whiskey Bad Boys Book 3)

by Kathryn Thomas

  “You’re still dressed,” she said.

  “Then do something about it.”

  A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She pushed up and told me to stand up. I did what she asked. She kneeled in front of me and undid my pants, working them over my thighs so they bunched around my ankles. I stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.

  She palmed my cock and rubbed along the length of it. Her touch was fucking amazing. Her hands were like silk, and she knew just how to get me going. I groaned. She looked up at me with her brown eyes, and I looked down at her lips, wondering what they would feel like around me.

  As if she knew what I was thinking, she opened her mouth and took my cock between her lips, sliding over me until I felt her soft pallet against my tip. Her mouth was hot, the sensation of her tongue moving over my cock sending shivers down my spine and causing my balls to contract.

  She pumped her head back and forth, fucking me with her mouth. What she couldn’t make up with her mouth on my length she covered with her hands, wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock. She moved her mouth back and forth, countering the movements with her hand, and I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. She felt like heaven. I felt the orgasm building.

  She put another hand on my balls, massaging then carefully. I groaned and bucked my hips against her, helping her sex movement with her mouth.

  She rolled her tongue over me, squeezed my balls, and started heading me toward the edge. But I wasn’t going to let that happen. Not yet. I didn’t want it to be over. I wasn’t nearly done with her.

  I took her face in my hands and pulled my cock out of her mouth, nudging her up. I pulled into her for a kiss before turning her around. She was surprised, but I held her body against me, my cock resting between her ass cheeks. I rubbed her tits, pressed her body into mine, rubbed my cock against her. I had my head in her neck, sucking on the skin. It was slow and sensual, the sex building between us.

  When the lust became unbearable, I’d had enough of playing nice. I put one hand on her hip and the other on her opposite shoulder and bent her over so that she was splayed open in front of me. Keeping her there with my one hand on her shoulder, I guided myself to her entrance, slick with my spit and her wetness, and pushed the tip into it.

  She gasped and braced herself with her arms on the bed. That was what I’d been waiting for. Both hands on her hips, I pushed into her all the way, burying myself deep inside of her. She cried out when I pushed in all the way. I went deeper this way, and she gasped a couple of times, trying to adjust to the new angle and my size.

  I gave her all of three seconds before I let my instincts take over. I moved out of her and then pushed back in, hearing her gasp again. It was sexy as fuck when she moaned like that, so I pulled out and pushed into her again, picking up the rhythm and the paced. I fucked her, harder and harder, and her moans turned into cries and then turned into screams. Her body clamped around me, drawing me in, and her ass wobbled as I rammed into her, my balls slapping against her pussy.

  I bent forward, reaching for her breasts and pulled on a nipple. Her arms gave way, and she collapsed onto her elbows, her ass sticking up into the air for me to pound. I pumped into her harder and harder. I felt myself building up to an orgasm, but I was still not ready. I didn’t want this to end. I wanted her in every way that I could have her.

  I pulled out of her, and she cried out from the absence of me rather than me filling her up. I turned her around again, pulling her against my body so her breasts pushed against my chest.

  “Ride me, baby,” I said against her mouth and got onto the bed. She didn’t wait to be asked twice. She climbed onto me, leaned over me so that her breasts hung close to my face. I pulled her closer and took a nipple into my mouth again. She let me suck on her for a short while before she pulled away. She lowered her body until she felt the tip of my cock. She slid her pussy over me, letting my cock rub up and then down her entire slit before she sat down on me.

  I groaned at the same time she did. She moved forward and back, getting used to the feel of me. She pushed up so I pulled out of her before she sat down again. Then she started bucking her hips forward and back, going faster and faster. Her breasts jiggled as she rode me, her thighs rubbing against my hips and her body pulling at my cock.

  Her eyes closed; her mouth opened. She tipped her head back and her hair hung down her back, her breasts right there for me to stare at.

  I reached up and grabbed them, squeezing and pulling. She bucked on top of me, rocking her body on top of my cock. She looked like she was going to orgasm again. Her clit was rubbing against my pubic bone, and I knew the friction was on her g-spot as well.

  Her rhythm became instinctive. She didn’t think about it anymore, and she fucked me. She started moaning, gasping, and her face got that same look she’d had before she orgasmed the first time. She shuddered on top of me, and then she collapsed on my chest. I felt her pulse around my cock, clamping down and releasing. Her breathing was ragged and erratic, and she sighed into my ear.

  I was just about done with all of this, ready to come inside of her now. She’d worked me up into such a frenzy. She lay limp on top of me. I rolled her off me, pulling out, and then got on top of her. I spread her legs with my hands, and she let me. I pushed into her again and went to work. I pumped into her, harder and faster. She moaned again, crying out when I pushed in as deep as I could. I held myself up with my arms on either side of her shoulders, on my elbows, and pumped into her like a jackhammer. The muscles in my body clenched. Her skin was shiny with sweat. I got hot and wished we had a fan or a draft into the room or something, but I wasn’t going to break form now.

  I kept going, ramming into her. I felt the orgasm building, my balls contracting. She was so tight around me after that orgasm, and her body rocked, as I pushed it up and down with my cock and my hips.

  I fucker her faster and faster, letting my body dictate my speed. My thrusts shortened, and I picked up the pace one more time, and then my balls squeezed, and my breath was forced out of my lungs, and I starting coming inside of her. I pumped my hot liquid into her, marking her as my own. She moaned when I came, feeling it inside of her. I lay on top her, and she wrapped her arms around me. My face was right by hers as I came, and I grunted. She kissed me, and we rode it out together.

  Finally, it was over, and I started going limp inside of her. I suddenly became aware of the darkness that wrapped around us like a blanket. I slid out of her and got off her, collapsing next to her. We were both breathing hard. She looked at me, and I braced myself. This was where women wanted to tell me they loved me. But she didn’t say anything. I breathed out again and rolled onto my side, pulling her against me. She sighed, and I threw an arm over her body, holding her there against me.

  I didn’t usually spoon, but there was a lot of things I didn’t usually do that I’d started doing with Tanya. I was in trouble with her. I was getting in way too deep, and I didn’t just mean that in a sexual way. But I’d always been really bad at avoiding trouble, and Tanya and I had been through a lot together. More than I’d been through with any other woman.

  And I was starting to think that I could see myself doing this with her more often. And I didn’t just mean the sex. I meant just sleeping together, waking up next to each other, making breakfast together. Seeing her again after we fucked and not just sending her on her way.

  I was risking a lot for her, but she was worth it.

  CHAPTER 32

  I woke up with the sun on my face. I blinked against the rays that shone in through the bare window. It took me a moment to realize where I was. I was on my side in the bed in the cabin where I’d been hiding from Kenneth. Saxon lay behind me, spooning me, and his arm was draped over my body, a weight that made me feel safe rather than tied down.

  The events of the day before came crashing down on me, and as if it was one cue, so did a headache that I still couldn’t shake after Kenneth had hit me. What the hell had he hit me with
?

  I didn’t want to crawl out of bed just yet. I relished Saxon’s body against mine, the feel of his naked skin along the length of my body, the thick flesh lying hard against my ass and back where he was hard for me again, even though he was still asleep.

  He starting moving his hips the moment I thought it, moving his body against mine. I chuckled and half turned.

  “Morning,” I said.

  “Hey, baby.” I’d been upgraded from sweetheart to baby, and the thought made me giddy. “What time is it?”

  I reached over to the nightstand and found my phone.

  “Eight.”

  He groaned and then rolled onto his back, moving away from me. I felt his absence acutely.

  “Where are you going?” I wanted him again. Last night was still fresh in my mind, and with that small bit of grinding, my body was as ready for his as his was for mine.

  “We have to get this shit sorted out,” he said. “We need to nail Sherman and get it over with. I’m not going to spend the rest of my life with that asshole on our case.”

  I shifted onto my other side so that I could look at him.

  “How are we even going to find him?” I asked. “We don’t know where he is now.”

  Saxon turned his head and looked at me. His eyelids were still drooped, and the way he looked at me still made me think of sex.

  “Was there anything in his car?” he asked.

  I shook my head. Nothing that I’d noticed, but it wasn’t like I’d really paid much attention in my hurry to just get away from him. Then the thought suddenly occurred to me.

  “His cellphone is in the glove compartment. I switched it off yesterday.”

  “Right,” Saxon said, and he got up. He was rock hard, cock pointing up at the ceiling when he got out of bed, and it bobbed as he walked. He pulled on his leathers, paying no attention to his arousal, and I rolled out of bed, too, looking for my clothes on the floor.

  “I don’t even know if we can use anything on that phone,” I said, following Saxon out to the car. He shrugged, opening the driver’s door.

  “It’s all we have right now. We’re already stuck with nothing; it can’t get any worse.”

  I shrugged. I guessed it was true, but it seemed like a long shot.

  Saxon leaned over the passenger seat and rummaged in the glove compartment, finally producing the same phone I’d switched off.

  “I wish you hadn’t switched it off. If there’s a pin, we only have three tries before it locks and then we’re fucked.”

  He pushed the “on” button, and we waited.

  “I was scared,” I said as a form of apology.

  “I know,” he said, and I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to make me feel better about it.

  The phone switched on and asked for the pin.

  “What’s the most used PIN in the world?” he asked. I shrugged. How I was I supposed to know?

  “1-2-3-4,” he said and typed it in. Incorrect.

  “Second most used?” I shook my head. Saxon had obviously done all of this before. I was in over my head.

  1-2-3-4-5 he keyed, and the phone unlocked.

  “Seriously?” I asked. “That seems kind of stupid.”

  “Most people are. They’re assuming you won’t guess it because it’s so obvious.”

  I shook my head. Saxon held onto the phone, got out of the car, and walked back to the house. I felt like I was a little tail tagging along after him, but he was on a mission now, and I was really just a spectator. I felt like one, too.

  Saxon sat down at the table, and I took a seat opposite him. He started going through the phone, scanning call logs and then messages.

  “This might help,” he said and turned the phone to me.

  I’ll meet you at Sunrise, midday tomorrow

  I shook my head. “I don’t get it.”

  Saxon turned the phone back, reading the message again.

  “This was sent yesterday. He’s meeting this person at noon, at Sunrise. I know where that is; it’s about an hour’s drive from here, some scummy pub that’s really just a hole in the ground. It’s better than nothing. If we want to find him, and he makes a plan to arrive there, then we’ve got him.”

  “And then what?”

  Saxon’s face clouded over, and he got a dangerous look. “Then we’ll see what happens from there.”

  “And if he’s not there?”

  Saxon shrugged. “At least, we can try.”

  We got in Kenneth’s car. It was silent, and there was space for two. We drove to a town only two hours away and arrived there half an hour before noon. The pub Sunrise really was a hole in the ground. It was the kind of place I would avoid at all cost. Having said that, I would have bypassed the town entirely because it was so small.

  “How are we going to do this?” I asked. “If he sees us or the car, we’re screwed.”

  Saxon agreed. We drove the car to the next road and parked it under a tree. Then we walked back to the pub.

  “We’ll just sit here and wait,” he said. “We don’t even know if he’ll arrive.”

  We sat down at a small booth in the back. A waitress came up to us chewing gum with an open mouth. She had frizzy hair that stood like a triangle on her shoulders.

  “Water and a beer,” Saxon said. I nodded, expecting the water to be mine, and she sauntered away as if she had all the time in the world. Saxon glanced at his wristwatch.

  Almost twenty minutes later, a big man with a bald head and a denim jacket so wide it looked like a tent came into the pub.

  “I’m willing to bet that’s him,” Saxon said softly, nodding toward the guy.

  “Why?

  “The bartender is eyeing him, so I doubt he’s a regular.”

  It still didn’t seem like a good enough reason to think he was the party Kenneth was meeting. If Kenneth showed at all. The drinks arrived, and I drank from the water glass. It wasn’t cold and it tasted like dust.

  Midday on the dot Kenneth walked into the bar. I gasped, and Saxon shot me a hard look. Kenneth wore the same clothes he’d had on the day before, with scuffmarks on them from lying in the dirt. He narrowed his eyes when he walked into the dim lighting of the bar as if his eyes needed to adjust. My heart nearly stopped, and I held my breath. But Kenneth didn’t look around. He spotted Denim Jacket at the bar, nodded, and walked straight to him.

  “What the hell happened to you?” Denim Jacket asked before he lifted a beer bottle to his lips and sucked on it.

  “I don’t want to talk about it. Are we still on?”

  “It depends on what you need. Where’s the girl?”

  Kenneth shook his head. They were talking about me. I put my hand on Saxon’s arm, gripping the leather of his jacket.

  “She got away from me.”

  “So how do you expect to catch him without bait?”

  “He doesn’t know she got away. He’ll come for her.”

  The big guy drank from his beer again, rolling his lips after he swallowed. “Alright, it’s going to cost you, but we can still do it. I’ll have my boys ready.”

  “You think three will be enough?” Kenneth leaned on the bar and rubbed his head where I’d kicked him. Good, the bastard knew what it felt like now.

  “He’s just human,” Denim said. “And you haven’t seen my boys. We’ll be here tonight, but you make sure you get your details straight. I don’t want any trouble, and he comes alone. You hear?”

  Kenneth nodded. He looked around the bar, and I was scared for a moment he would spot us.

  “Where can I take a piss around here?” he asked. Denim pointed at a door to the side of the bar, and Kenneth strolled off.

  “We need to get out of here,” Saxon said, and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me up. He left a handful of dollar bills on the table for his beer, and we slipped out of the bar before Kenneth came back.

  We walked back to the car almost jogging and got in.

  “This is easier than I thought it was going to be,” Saxo
n said, starting the car and pulling into the road.

  “What are you talking about?”

  Saxon glanced at me before turning onto the main road that would lead us back to the cabin.

  “He wanted to use you as bait. For who? The only person that could be is me. And he’s going to have someone waiting to ambush me. So we’ll play the same game.”

  “How would you have known to come here?” I asked.

  “We’ll have to wait and see what he does.”

  It wasn’t a satisfying answer. None of this was very comfortable. It felt like I was stuck in the middle of a movie, with kidnapping and ransom and badass bikers, all of which had never been a part of my life before.