Hell Ride: An MC Biker Romance (Free Guns MC)

by Wilson, Joanna

  This! This is what I’ve been missing! Kat immediately twined her arms around Solomon’s neck and gave herself up to him. The road melted away along with the car and the two bikers parked behind them. Everything melted away except for Solomon’s mouth and arms wrapped tightly around her.

  As soon as it started, it stopped. Solomon ripped his mouth away from hers and took a few staggering steps back. Anger flashed across his features, as he ran his hands through his black curls. “Not again, Kit-Kat. I’m not doing this again.”

  Kat leaned heavily against the car, feeling the warm metal pressing against her back. For a second, she’d forgotten that she’d ever left. She’d forgotten that things had changed and that she had changed.

  “Do what again?” her voice was soft, so soft the wind barely carried it to him.

  Whipping his head back to her, he waved his arms between them. “This! You’re fucking mood swings. One minute you want to kill me and drive me crazy. The next you want me to screw you in the backseat of your car.”

  He smothered a frustrated scream before he finally rubbed a hand across his face and calmed down. In the span of a few minutes, Solomon aged almost a decade. Stress lines were carved into his cheeks, little lines formed around his mouth, and dark circles were visible under his eyes.

  “I love you, Kit-Kat. After everything you’ve put me through, I still love you.”

  ***

  The little car rounded the corner and pulled up to the curb in front of her old building. Kat looked up at the apartment. It still looked like it was one call away from being demolished. Bricks were missing, paint was chipping, and most of the apartment unit numbers were gone.

  She missed this old place.

  And cigarettes, Kat thought, as she watched Solomon cut the engine and sit in the car for another few seconds. I would kill for a cigarette and a bottle of tequila.

  After Solomon had delivered his confession, he’d waited for Kat to say something, anything back to him. When that hadn’t happened, they’d continued driving. Half an hour later with the sun descending and painting the sky red, they’d made their way into her old neighborhood.

  Kat realized somewhere along the way the biker guards had left. The purr of their motorcycles couldn’t be heard anymore. The only thing pounding in Kat’s ears was her own heartbeat. On the drive over, she’d made the decision to come clean and tell Solomon the one thing she’d never told anyone. It was the thing she’d tried to hide, even from herself.

  “I don’t live here anymore,” Kat mumbled, as they continued to sit in the car. Neither of them made a move to get up.

  Solomon’s fingers gripped the wheel tighter. “No. I do.”

  Mouthing a silent Oh, Kat looked straight out the windshield and down the street. She watched the sun make shadows with bushes, lamp posts, and buildings until darkness settled over them and the shadows were engulfed. Still, neither of them moved.

  It was another long, tense moment before Kat forced herself to finally speak. “I need to tell you something. I don’t want to do it here. Can you, um, take me back to my hotel?”

  That was her best bet. Kat wasn't sure what was going through Solomon’s mind, but it wasn’t good. So far, he’d been aggressive and violent, not at all how he’d been before she’d left.

  “No. You’re staying here.”

  Finality. Solomon Parker had mastered that tone of finality. Kat knew she could have fought with him. She could have insisted that he take her back to her safe and secure hotel room, but would be the point? Time and time again, she’d reminded herself who he was and what she’d done. If he was going to hurt her, he was a couple of months late.

  Kat sighed and shifted in her seat uncomfortably. “I don’t have any of my stuff.”

  In a seconds, Solomon had his cellphone out and his ear pressed to the receiver. A few short commands later, he hung up. Less than five minutes after that, Dominic was rolling up to them on his army green bike.

  Solomon rolled down her window with the flip of a switch and leaned over her to talk to Dominic. He stood right next to her door.

  “Dominic, can you--”

  “Hello, Dominic.” Kat cut Solomon off as she reached her hand out the window to her old friend. He’d been one of only a handful of bikers she trusted absolutely with her life. Kat only hoped he still regarded her the same way.

  Ignoring her hand, Dominic reached through the window and gave her a brief hug. His large mass filled the small space of the window. “Howdy, Kat.”

  Pulling back, Dominic inclined his head to Solomon and sat back on his bike.

  “Give him your room key and room number, Kit-Kat. He’ll get your stuff.”

  Kat paused, looking over at Solomon uncertainly. Memories came back of another time they’d been in her apartment. A time when he’d broken in and she’d handcuffed him, but also another time when they’d lived together for three blissful days. The small one-bedroom unit held a lot of memories.

  Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her room key and passed it to Dominic through the window. “102,” she said softly. There was only one hotel in Crossroads and she knew Dominic would have no problem getting her things.

  As quickly as he’d come, Dominic sped back down the road. The night consumed him and his bike.

  It was another tense moment before Solomon got out of the car and Kat followed him. They walked up the flight of stairs to the apartment, Solomon following close behind her. He stepped in front of her and opened the door to the apartment, then ushered her in.

  “Do you need anything?” Solomon asked politely, as he flipped on the switch and motioned to the beige love seat in the living room.

  Kat took a cursory look around and noticed that everything was more or less the way she’d left it, as if Solomon had preserved it for her. An ancient TV sat on a rickety wooden stand in the corner next to her floor to ceiling book case. Her tacky 1970s lime green circular rug was still in the middle of the room. Its edges were underneath her beige faux-leather couch. A small circular side table with a matching lime green lamp sat beside the love seat. Everything was just as Kat remembered it, nothing had changed.

  Making her way over to the seat, she shook her head and said, “No, I’m fine.” She swallowed past the lump in her throat, as she clenched her fists and forced the rest of her words out. “Can you sit down? I have something important to tell you.”

  Solomon turned towards her and shut the door softly, throwing his jacket over the bar separating the kitchen and the living room. Kicking off his shoes, he came and sat beside her on the couch. “Is it something I want to hear?” The words sounded clipped, his anger from earlier still showing.

  Kat laughed nervously, as she stroked a hand over her stomach. “Probably not. But…you need to hear this.”

  Taking a deep breath, she began the story that she had been rehearsing for the last few weeks. It was the story she’d already told her father and a story she was now going to have to tell Solomon. The beginning was slow, but Kat forced the words out. She needed him to hear them, as much as she needed to say them. “When I was 11, I was…” she paused and clenched her fingers until her nails bit into her palms, “r-raped by my uncle. I never told anyone and I hoped it would just disappear like a bad dream. But it didn’t. A couple weeks after the first time, he tried to do it again; but, we were in the kitchen and when he--”

  Solomon grabbed her hands and unclenched her fists. “Stop, Kat. You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to explain.”

  Kat shook her head and looked at him through the tears that gathered in her eyes. For the third time in her life, she was allowing herself to be vulnerable in front of a man. “I have to say this. You have to know.”

  Kat saw his jaw lock, but he nodded and allowed her to continue.

  “When he tried the second time, I reached onto the counter and stabbed him in the leg with a knife. I didn’t realize that I hit an artery. There was so much blood and I didn’t know what to do. I…I was a kid
. I dialed 9-1-1, but when they told me to stem the bleeding, I refused. I couldn’t bear to touch my uncle, not after what he’d done to me. I-”

  “Kat. Don’t.”

  “I let him die!” The words were ripped out of her, laden with regret she hadn’t quite learned how to let go of. “I watched him, as I sat huddled in a corner and let him bleed to death. It took me years to understand what had happened to me, but I realized I didn’t want to understand. So, I locked that piece of my life away, except it never really went away. I joined a motorcycle club, I had sex with strangers all the time, I placed myself in dangerous situations, and I did everything I could to change myself, to be this badass biker bitch. None of it worked though. I still have the scars, I’m still damaged goods.”

  Strong hands clamped around Kat’s shoulders. He brought her back from her memories, memories she hadn’t even realized she’d been dwelling on. Slowly the room came into view, smudged and clouded by tears. It was only then that Kat realized she was shaking. Little whimpers sounded from her throat, like a wounded animal. But, that was what Kat was, wounded.

  Nine years ago, she’d thought running from her past and submerging herself in reckless behavior would heal her. She believed building a new life that was completely different from her old life would change her. Solomon Parker had brought that all down. He ripped apart the barriers she’d tried her damnedest to build by just being himself.

  “You are not damaged goods, Kat.” Solomon shook her, as he tried to drill it into her with his rainwater eyes and his steely baritone. “You are perfect. Fucking perfect.”

  Kat shook her head. All the vulnerability she’d tried to hide from him was coming to the surface. “I killed him.”

  “No, you protected yourself.” Solomon turned his head, his eyes burned fiercely and his upper lip curled in distaste. “I would have cut off his dick, fed it to him, and watched him choke on it.”

  Kat flinched away from the dispassionate way he said the words. It was the sort of calm clarity of a sociopath. He noticed it immediately and turned back to her, as his expression became sympathetic.

  “I’m so sorry you went through that, Kat.”

  Nodding, he reached up and wiped her tears with the fleshy part of her hand. “It made me stronger. I went through shit and I survived it.”

  Solomon smiled, though there was still violence in his eyes and a loathing for a man whom she’d killed over a decade ago. It made Kat feel a little better, knowing that he felt so strongly about her darkest secret. It was the thing that she’d let control her for the better part of her life. She wouldn’t let it control her anymore. The past had to be buried. Kat knew that and that was what she was trying to do.

  Lifting her head, she turned to Solomon. She needed him. “You had to know. The person I was when I was in the Free Guns was still that little scared girl who didn’t know how to deal with her problems. I steeled my heart and locked it away. I didn’t know how to deal with it when the lock broke. I’m ready now. Solomon, I love you.”

  It felt so good to say the words. So right.

  Solomon stared at her for a long moment, as demons raged behind his eyes. But slowly, as if they were being vanquished one by one, they disappeared. Kat thought that was what she must have looked like when she’d finally confronted her problems and then let them go.

  Leaning over to him, Kat kissed him. Simple and sweet, the kiss took the bitterness off of their earlier conversation. The past had been recognized, but now it was time to bury it again. But this time, Kat said her last goodbye, shed her last tear, and walked away from the horrors of her childhood. She couldn’t change the past, she could only choose how she was going to live with it.

  Cool lips pressed firmly into hers, as Solomon kissed her back. His arms snaked around her to press her into him. Kat smiled against his lips, as she settled on his lap, her knees pushing into the worn leather of her couch.

  A second later, Solomon stood up. His arms wrapped tightly around her. He ducked and moved his arms under the back of her thighs. Then, he picked her up princess-style. Yet, he never broke the kiss.

  “I want you,” Kat whispered against his lips, as she kissed his strong jaw and felt the stubble there.

  “I want you more,” Solomon growled, as he moved to the bedroom and placed her on the sheets. Kat felt his hands on her body, as he stripped off her clothes.

  Her eyes moved around the bedroom. She noticed the small changes, masculine changes. A black towel hung on the door leading to her private bathroom. A pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt had been thrown over a chair in the corner. Small touches everywhere, declaring that a man lived in the room.

  Even as her body pressed into cool cotton sheets, Kat noticed a difference. She’d never owned black sheets, always choosing lighter colors; but, Solomon had chosen black sheets for his room.

  “You shouldn’t be thinking, Kit-Kat,” Solomon purred, as he stripped off her underwear and went to work on his own clothes.

  Smiling like an idiot. Kat stretched and thrust her breasts out. It felt right to be naked with him, good. “Not at all?” she said, teasing him.

  Solomon groaned, as his cock sprang out from his boxers. Almost instantly, Kat felt a wetness between her thighs, causing her to squirm on the bed.

  Solomon smiled down at her like he knew exactly what she wanted, as he kicked away his jeans. “If it isn’t about me being inside of you, then you shouldn’t be thinking it.”

  Kat laughed out loud, but the sound was cut short by Solomon’s hands on her thighs, as he pushed her legs wide. Kat moaned, as the cool air hit her heated flesh and his eyes devoured her body. “You’re soaking wet, Kit-Kat. Did you miss me?” Solomon purred, as he trailed a finger down her thigh and to her outer lips.

  Kat bit her tongue, as he traced his fingers over the damp flesh. The man knew how to tease her.

  “Please. I need you inside me now. It’s been too long,” Kat moaned, as she let him flick the gentle nub of her clit.

  Suddenly, his fingers were gone, but they were immediately replaced by the thick heat of him. It wasn't the greatest sensation at first, but it was one Kat would never forget. It was as if Solomon was going home, carving himself into her body. It felt good and right.

  Slowly, he worked himself into her body. Kat arched involuntarily, her fingers twisting in the sheets. He filled her, satisfied her, and completed her with everything he was. It wasn’t just sex anymore. Kat wondered if it had ever been just sex. Solomon had always been different and, somewhere deep inside, Kat had always known that.

  Again, Kat arched her back and thrust her breasts invitingly into the air. She was rewarded when Solomon bent down and latched onto a nipple. Then, he gripped her hips and thrust completely into her, lodging himself into her body.

  On a sharp gasp, her hands went to his back gouging scores into his skin. "Careful, Solomon, my breasts are a little tender."

  He just nodded and drew back. Then, he buried his head in the valley of her breasts, as he continued to thrust into her. There was no finesse to his movements, no measurements. It was pure instinct that drove Solomon on. Kat could feel it in the muscle she clamped down on. She could hear it in the unrestrained groans that came from his lips and taste it on his sweat soaked skin.

  The barriers between them were broken, like ashes in the wind. Kat couldn’t think anymore. She couldn’t understand what was happening to her body and to his. Everything melded together. They were fused so tightly that somehow the world disappeared.

  "Solomon!" Kat screamed out, as her hands ripped his t-shirt and her teeth bit hard into his bicep. She forced him to pull her more firmly against him. As he did, he thrust back into her harder, more viscously.

  "Fuck, Kit-Kat!" Solomon groaned loudly, slamming into her. The pain mixed with the pleasure and blended together until neither of them could remember what it felt like to be without the other person.

  This is what I want! It wasn't perfect or clean or pretty. It was a craving, an o
bsession to be with another human being. The need to get as far deep inside of them as a person could go. Kat couldn't remember when she'd started feeling this way about Solomon. She wasn’t sure when she had begun to crave him like she needed him to keep her sane.

  Solomon slammed his palms flat against the headboard. As he came, his knees shook and his hips bucked uncontrollably. Kat was a second behind him, clutching onto him, and crushing her breasts to his chest, as she sobbed out her release. Holding onto him with shaking arms, she spasmed against him. Her nails wracked his back, as she tightened her thighs and clenched her inner muscles.

  Very slowly, she released Solomon and settled back on the bed. The sheets seemed freezing cold on her overheated body. They panted for long minutes. Neither of them spoke, as their bodies warmed, then cooled on Solomon’s black cotton sheets. Solomon levered himself off of Kat and propped his elbow up on the bed, placing his head in his hand.