Burned Rebel (Comanche Sons Motorcycle Club Book 3)

by Sophia Hampton

  He groaned while she remained still over him. She lifted her head to look at the emotions that played over his face. Forevermore, she wanted to stay connected like this, to feel him inside her and to keep him there—but the river of passion and need wouldn’t let her remain still for long. Gently, she raised her hips, and his fingers locked on her butt. A low gasp escaped her lips, as she looked down and saw his organ slide outside from deep within her grip. The sensations, hot and powerful, held her in their talons. She was a prisoner of this torturous pleasure. His fingers caressed her butt, as she jerked up and down. She was a mass of shivering, quivering muscles. Riley no longer had any control over her thoughts, and red hot flames of heat licked her skin.

  She couldn’t think, couldn’t make sense of the world. All her attention was focused on the man who controlled the pace of their lovemaking. His hands guided her as she moved over him. The ride was hard, brutal, and it damn near drove her insane. Reaching between their legs, she rubbed his hard balls, and a low grunt escaped his lips. She could feel that he was close to the edge, and Riley picked up the tempo. Putting her hands on his, she lifted his arms above his head while she fucked him good. The orgasm that ripped through her made her blood sizzle.

  Even before she had recovered, he flipped her over while maintaining the contact. His hands ran up her legs and held her legs up so that her pussy lay open before him. The sand beneath her skin was soft and moist. Her hands clenched his shoulders and her body ached with a new need. It wasn’t over as yet. He pulled out his cock and then whipped it inside her at a fast speed. She moaned as waves upon waves of sensations rippled inside her. His pelvic bone ground into hers with each powerful thrust. Each stroke fired a stream of passion that lanced up her veins.

  In and out, harder and harder, he picked up pace until she swayed on the edge of the cliff. She desired the blessed release that would free her from this delicious agony. Higher and higher, he made her spiral until she was soaring in the wind. The second orgasm that rippled through her had the power of a hurricane. She screamed loudly, and moments later, he spilled his semen inside her.

  For a long time, they both remained still, joined together in the most intimate way possible. It was glorious, special.

  “I love you,” she said.

  He bent forward to kiss her. “I love you more.”

  “We’re crazy.”

  “On that we agree.” He pulled out his cock. She took a few precious moments to admire his body. “What about a quick swim in the ocean?”

  “I don’t have my swimsuit.”

  He raised an eyebrow, and she blushed. “Skinny dipping in the ocean? Is there no end to the weird things I can do with you?”

  “Come on.”

  He tugged her hand and she stood. They were lucky that this particular beach was deserted. Riley dragged her feet as he walked towards the ocean. “The water will be cold.”

  “Let’s see.”

  When her toes touched the water, she squealed. “Too cold. Too cold.” Before she realized what he was up to, he carried her and ran into the waves. “No,” she yelled but he dropped her into the cold water. Sputtering, she stood. Riley shivered. “You moron.” She tried to grab him, but he ducked and dunked her in the water again. “I hate you.”

  Shivering and quivering, she made her way out. Riley put her dress back on and picked up her undergarments. She raced for the cabin. “Hey, wait,” he yelled.

  She didn’t listen. All she wanted was to get inside and get into a warm shower. Her skin was cold. Annoyed as she was, Riley had to admit that it was fun. After slipping on his shorts, Chance picked up his shirt and ran after her. Laughing, she remained a few steps ahead, but he picked up speed. Riley ran in a zigzag pattern.

  She looked behind. He was still a few feet away. “You’re getting old.”

  He picked up pace, but she burst through the cabin door. Riley laughed hard, but then a scream burst from her mouth as she hit hard against something. An arm whipped around her, and she felt the cold burn of a knife against her throat.

  “Do not move an inch,” said a familiar voice.

  Riley didn’t need to look up to know that her brother had found her. Chance came inside still chuckling and said, “You vixen.”

  She saw his expression change. A low feral groan escaped his lips as he took a few steps forward. “Stop right there,” said Wesley.

  Chance’s expression tightened, but he stopped moving. “Do not hurt her.”

  “I am going to kill her.” Chance took a step forward, and she felt the tip of the knife pierce her skin. Riley whimpered. “One more step, and it will go right inside her throat.”

  “You’ll not leave this place alive if she is hurt.”

  Riley felt the blood trickle down from the tiny wound. The pain was searing hot. Her head swam. She’d been close to death before, but this seemed to be the end. He held her. There was no way she could escape. This time she wouldn’t be able to live to tell the tale. Dismay and disappointment coursed through her veins. She’d so much to look forward to. They had so many plans. Finally, her life was on the right track, and Wesley had to come and derail all her plans.

  How could she be so unlucky?

  “I am going to step outside with her,” said Wesley. “Move out of my way.”

  Chance stepped away slowly. He was near enough to the door, but he gave them enough space to pass. She could see that he intended to grab Wesley as he tugged her through. Riley didn’t think his plan would work. The moment Wesley felt Chance’s hands on him, he would plunge the knife through her throat. She wouldn’t live. They were too far away from any sort of emergency medical help. Wesley had chosen his time and location well. He must have followed them from the city.

  As Chance backed away, Wesley dragged her. She didn’t have a choice but to go along. If Chance attacked, she would die. If he didn’t try to distract Wesley, her brother would kill her the moment they were outside. She would die in either case.

  Riley didn’t quite know what to do.

  Her mind wasn’t working. Inch by inch, they shuffled towards the door. There wasn’t much time. She had moments, seconds perhaps. She’d come so far, and now she didn’t want to give up. Even if she was going to die, it wouldn’t happen without a fight. This was her final chance to win back control from the guy who forced her to be on the run for years. She’d spent her life being chased, and now he caught her, but she still had some choices.

  Just for a second, her gaze met Chance’s, and then she looked away. She could smell fear on Wesley. He was scared, and in this frightened state, he could do anything. And yet, she didn’t have an option but to do her best to get out of this alive. Wesley kept his eyes trained on Chance as he walked past. When they reached the door, he expelled a breath. Obviously, he had been expecting Chance to try something.

  This was her moment.

  Riley bit down hard on his hand. He screamed, and the knife’s edge slipped off her skin. Chance shoved into him, and Wesley stumbled. Even though she wanted to help, Riley was quite aware that Wesley still gripped the knife—and if she distracted Chance, he might get hurt.

  Chance moved towards Wesley, but he swiped at him with the knife. Chance leapt away before he was hurt. Seeing his chance, Wesley jumped towards her. She screamed and stumbled back. Riley pushed a chair down between them, and Wesley was so intent on catching her that he didn’t see it in time and stumbled. He fell to the ground with a resounding crash and then groaned.

  Riley slithered back, sure that he would get up and come after her. Chance grabbed her hand drew her in an embrace. He pushed her behind him as he faced the man. Wesley raised his head. Sweat shone over his forehead, and there was a glazed look in his eyes. His hand slipped over the floor. Riley was shocked to see that it was covered in blood. His head dropped to the floor, and a line of blood tricked out from under his body.

  “What happened?” she stuttered out the words. It felt unreal, like a nightmare, but it was not.

 
“Call 911,” said Chance. “I think he slipped on the knife, and it stabbed him.”

  Walking over to the man, he turned him around and sure enough, the knife was deep inside his body and only the handle stuck out. Riley gasped. She ran for the phone. Luckily, they had service, and she was able to call the police and the paramedics. As she did that, she noticed Chance giving CPR to the man who had tried to kill her.

  If she ever had doubts about this man, all of them vanished, as she saw him struggle to keep the murderer alive. She didn’t know if he would succeed or fail, but she loved that he was trying. The man rose high up in her estimation, and from now there was nothing he could do wrong as far as she was concerned.

  Chapter Eight

  Wesley was dead. Chance saw his blood spill out, and he saw the medics do their best to revive him and keep him alive, but he didn’t make it. The police came, and it took them a long time to give explanations and to make their statements. In the end, they opted not to stay at the cabin. It was impossible to sleep in a place where someone just died. He didn’t think Riley could do it, and neither could he.

  They made their way to the city. Riley was quiet, unnaturally so. He understood that she’d lost the last member of her family. Even though Wesley spent the last decade chasing her and she running from him, in the end, he was her only link to her past. He was relieved, but he hadn’t expected this to be the end. Now, Wesley wouldn’t ever bother her, but the man paid for his mistakes with his life. Chance couldn’t be happy at someone’s demise—even though it meant that Riley wasn’t in danger anymore.

  Somber, they went to the apartment. “Are you ok?”

  She sighed and dumped her bag in a corner. “I think so…I guess…I don’t know.”

  “It’s a lot to take in,” he admitted. “Honestly, I never expected that he would follow us there.”

  “I did.”

  “What?”

  She ran a hand through her hair and then turned to face him. “I knew he wouldn’t ever leave us. I expected that he would follow us if we ever left the city.”

  “Why the hell didn’t you warn me?”

  “If I had done so, you wouldn’t have ever taken me anywhere. We’re starting a new life, and I just wanted to start living without this fear. There was only one way to confront it, and that was to allow him to catch up.”

  He was so annoyed that he couldn’t think straight. “Are you fucking mad? He could have killed you.”

  Tears rolled down her cheeks. “I never expected that he would come so fast. Perhaps he just didn’t want to wait. I thought he would come after a day, after studying a situation, and I was planning to discuss it with you. I guess it was stupid of me, but I just wanted to have a few moments to ourselves, to have fun, and to enjoy. If I had known he would jump the gun like this, I would’ve told you.”

  He wanted to rail at her and to tell her that she took a stupid risk, but how could he berate her after such a shock? And it was his fault that he didn’t realize the danger. “He probably didn’t want to stick around for long because the police were after him for Simon’s death. His plan must have been to get out of the state after killing you.”

  “Yeah, I suppose.”

  He looked at her for a moment and then walked over. Chance enveloped her in a hug. “I am sorry about his death.”

  “It wasn’t your fault,” she said. “If I had known…”

  “We couldn’t have predicted his moves. He was the one responsible for this decision. He lived with it for ten years and more, and now he paid the price for it.”

  They stood still for a long time, both of them quite in shock over what happened. It was hard to believe that they wouldn’t have to worry about Wesley now. He was no longer a factor in their life. They could both move on and live as they wanted, and he wouldn’t ever hurt Riley. It could have gone either way. She took a big risk by not telling him that she expected that Wesley would follow, but then he was silly to make such a decision and not analyze the risk.

  “That cabin is jinxed,” he said. “We’re never going back there.”

  “We have a lot of work ahead of us. I don’t think we will get the time to take a vacation soon.”

  “I am looking forward to the work. We will make a success of it.”

  She raised her head and looked into his eyes. He saw the play of emotions and knew it would take her time to get over the shock she got today. Chance was determined to help her as much as he could. He’d already made a mistake by not anticipating the danger he was putting her in, and he didn’t want to be careless with her ever again. “I want to claim his body and cremate him. I think it’s important for me to do that to get closure.”

  “I will check with the police as to when we can claim it.”

  That night, he tucked her in bed. When he lay down next to her, it was then he realized how close he’d come to losing her. If Wesley was more careful, or if he hadn’t wanted to go outside with her away from Chance, he could have killed her in the cabin. It was sheer luck that he managed to plunge the knife in his own stomach, he could have easily done it to Riley also. Either one of them could have died, but it was Wesley who bit the bullet.

  That chapter was over. He wouldn’t have to worry about Wesley anymore.

  Chance hardly slept that night, and he was quite sure that Riley didn’t either, but they didn’t speak. The next morning, they had a light breakfast and then went out. Now that the location was decided, the hard work was ahead. That day, they spent their time painting the place. Since the kitchen was ready, they didn’t have to do much. Whatever little furniture they needed, they ordered, and it would be delivered soon. Riley was too quiet, and he could understand she needed some space.

  Knowing her, she would bounce back soon enough.

  The next day, he told Riley about his conversation with the police. “We can take back the body after two days. The autopsy has been completed. The report will come later, but the police officer assured me that it was a clear cut case of defense. They are not going to hold either one of us responsible for his death.”

  She nodded. “I’ll have to check where we can cremate him.”

  “I already know a guy. It’s a simple process. If you want, I can call him and take a time.”

  “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

  Walking over, he put his hand on her cheek. “It’s ok to regret that it happened.”

  Tears sprang into her eyes, and he saw her battle them back. He was amazed at her resilience and her ability to live with different situations. No woman was stronger than her. “I wish he wasn’t…so intent on this, you know. If he’d given life a chance, maybe we could’ve put the past behind us and forged a good bond.”

  “There was something missing inside him,” he said. “The police officer said that he was doing quite well for himself by taking on computer assignments. The guy was smart.”

  “He was a genius. If my parents had nurtured him, he could’ve done so well in his life, but they never gave him an opportunity.”

  “They didn’t give you an opportunity either, but you still managed to make a good life. It’s important to realize that he made a decision when he stepped out of the jail. If he wanted, he could have done well. Sure, he didn’t want to forgive you, but that didn’t mean he had to pursue you with such vengeance. If he hadn’t done that, he would’ve been alive and doing well.”

  She nodded. For a moment, she leaned against him and put her head on his shoulder. He patted her back, knowing that she was struggling with a lot of emotions. It wasn’t easy to know that her brother was dead, and now she had no family. “Thanks, Chance, for everything.”

  He brushed his lips over hers. “You’re welcome. Now let’s get back to work. We’ve got days of labor ahead of us.”

  “I didn’t know you were such a hard task master.”

  “Oh, I am worse, love. You just haven’t seen the nasty side of me as yet.”

  “Yeah?” she raised an eyebrow and then kissed him on the lips. He
felt the warmth of her body seep into his and knew that already she was making an effort to move past the incident that shook them both. He admired her courage and her resolve. “I look forward to see that.”

  They both got busy with work, and much to Chance’s relief, the pressure of it kept them sane. In the midst of it all, they managed to claim Wesley’s body and cremate him. Later, they walked to the harbor and released his ashes. Once it was done, he could see that Riley was more relaxed. He was, too. It was nice to know that they didn’t have to worry about any other thing. From now on, the only matter that concerned them was the outcome of the bar. It was coming along nicely. The décor was done, and they had the furniture. He’d ordered the signboard and the supplies.