The Biker’s Property (An Alpha Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club Series Book 1)

by Fox, Regina

  The Biker’s Property

  (An Alpha Motorcycle Club Romance)

  Book 1

  Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club

  by

  Regina Fox

  Copyright © 2015 by Regina Fox

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  Chapter One

  Penny Dunlap sat at the counter of Average Joe’s Pub in Parshall, drinking instead of crying. She was sipping, but for someone who didn’t drink, a chimney glass of watered-down bourbon counted as drinking for her.

  Well, it started out as watered-down bourbon, and then became ‘plus two shots of tequila’.

  There was a sucker born every minute someone said. Penny may have been born twenty-eight years ago, but she kept it coming. How could she be so stupid? Apparently, she wasn’t the only one. The town was packing up what was left of their dreams and leaving. That’s what happened to the family who hired her to be nanny to their children. Gone.

  Penny had heard about the boom. Thought it would be a good change. Quit her job and headed west. And found a vacated premises and no job. Even if she stayed, there was no way to make a living. She had no place to go and no place to return to.

  The sound of shattering glass knocked Penny out of her self-pity, momentarily. Her life went from down in the gutter, to absolutely worth saving, with the racket of a major brawl having broken out behind her.

  Penny looked around her, trying to identify the best place to hold out until the fight -- obviously a bunch of bikers -- was over. Without any warning, a pair of rough and powerful hands hoisted her at her waist and lifted her to the bar counter.

  “Here Stan. Take care of her,” said the stranger, who then rescinded into the whirlwind of scuffling.

  Penny laid eyes on the man who saw to her safety. A bronzy complexion that had the light of the Badlands on it. She had never been to the Badlands. It was one of the places she had hoped to check out now that she moved here.

  Too bad she was leaving.

  Her rescuer was absolutely spectacular. Hair dark and rich and straight as a plumb line. Poor thing, Penny clicked, his t-shirt was way too small. His muscles all but exploded out of the worn fabric that encased it.

  “Get down,” ordered Stan, who was the bartender and obliged the handsome stranger’s request. He reached under the counter for a sports whistle and blew it with everything he had while Penny sat on rubber bar mats that were not quite dry.

  When the whistle didn’t work, Stan broke out a firearm. Penny watched as he was careful to aim it in a specific way, very decidedly away from the hub of the violence. When she focused, she could see that this would not be the first shot fired in that direction. She tugged on the cuff of his pants.

  “Yes?” he asked agitatedly.

  “Why don’t you call the cops?” she shouted.

  “Because these are friends of mine,” he said as though her suggestion was unspeakable.

  Stan was hesitant but then as the destruction was more nonstop and less sporadic, he pulled the trigger. His gunfire literally backfired. He set off a relay of gunfire in response to his.

  While Stan was distracted by monitoring the fight from behind the bar, Penny covertly dialed 911. Friends or no, she was not going to be gunned down minutes after finding out she was about as stupid as stupid could be.

  Within minutes cops were raiding Joe's. The fight actually got uglier once the police arrived. The sounds of bodies being struck by billy clubs were awful. Penny didn't think they used them anymore.

  She saw the cops were cuffing people too.

  "Hey Stan, what gives?" Gorgeous managed to say before she grabbed him and backed him in a corner.

  Penny knew immediately that she had done the wrong thing by calling. Her call may have stopped the fight but now everyone was being hauled away and no one was drinking at Average Joe's. She felt awful.

  Gorgeous was kind enough to rescue her so she was going to rescue him back.

  She grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt, quickly, and guided him through the swinging door to the kitchen. She wrapped her arms around his neck after coaxing his arms around her.

  "You can thank me later," she said before planting one on him.

  At first her kiss was part of an acting job, simply a device for creating an alibi so that she could swear to the cops he had nothing to do with it. But then it became something else.

  This man was hot, and together they were smoking hot. His biceps were like curves of steel pressing around her. His mouth was sweet and the way he reciprocated -- didn't object a bit -- was something Penny had only ever dreamed of. Or read about.

  He commandeered the kiss, slowing it down to a blistering pace. He transformed it from a prop to help sell the story to the cops that he had nothing to do with the brawl, because he was with her.

  The excitement of the fight and the kiss woke up the full effect of the tequila. She had never tested her tolerance for liquor before but she was nicely surprised. She had a pretty good tolerance. She just suffered an unexpected side effect. Penny Dunlap was officially high and horny.

  He broke the kiss.

  “Maybe we should introduce ourselves,” he murmured.

  “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “As long as you’re safe from the cops.”

  He suppressed a laugh.

  “What’s so funny?” she demanded.

  “It’s just the word ‘cops’ coming out of your beautiful little mouth doesn’t quite fit,” he said.

  “Why is that?” Her eyes narrowed.

  He brushed her nose with the soft swipe of his index finger.

  “You’re just a little...sweet,” he said after searching for the right word. “I mean you have your sweet little suit on. You have very, mm--”

  “Sweet?” She raised her eyebrow.

  “Sweet shoes. Yes indeed,” he had a wicked look in his eye, “very sweet.”

  “And?” she asked.

  “Baby doll, this is what is known as a biker bar. It’s a bar. For bikers. It’s not my first day and I have ta say, you don’t belong here. So I gotta ask you. What brought you here?”

  What brought her there, indeed. Penny took a deep breath. The thought of what had led her to stopping everything in her life after it was absolutely ruined, and step into the first place she could to have a drink. Oh it had been a really bad day.

  “I don’t want to talk about it,” she said.

  He stuck his bottom lip out. “Okay, I guess,” he said, encouraging her to change her mind with a look. “Please tell me your name?”

  “It’s Penny,” she replied reluctantly.

  “What brings you to Parshall?” he asked.

  “The same thing that has me leaving,” she quipped, finding her mojo for a moment.

  He winked. “Oh shit. What a spunky reply
. I knew there was some sass in there. I think I tapped into a little bit of it out there in the bar. Pretty Penny,” he said. “Got a last name or do I have to stick to my nickname?”

  Penny hesitated.

  He raised his eyebrows. “You just stuck your tongue in my mouth. And you won’t tell me who you are?” He clicked his tongue. “Such a shame. You are breaking my heart. You don’t have to be afraid of me. I won’t bite you, unless you want me to.” He took her head in his hands and kissed the top of it.

  Penny turned her head. If she could clear it for just a moment and think, she would admit it wasn’t fear she was feeling. This gorgeous man had had her feeling pure, unfiltered arousal.

  “Okay,” he shrugged. “Have it your way.”

  He stepped back and shook her hand. Stan popped his head in the kitchen.

  “Coast is clear,” he said.

  The poor bartender’s face was tight. Penny highly suspected that Stan was showing major restraint. He took a second to look her in the eye before shaking his head. He closed the door, disappearing back to the bar.

  “Oh my,” deduced Gorgeous. “Pretty Penny, did you have something to do with the, um, cops being called?”

  Penny blushed. But didn’t answer.

  “Oh, you did,” he said. He shook his head. “Well, well. It was certainly nice meeting you. I am going to help Stan clean up. If Stan lets you back in the joint, I do hope to see you again.”

  Seized with a newfound fearlessness, Penny grabbed him.

  “I’m at the Parshall Motor Lodge, and,” she stammered.

  “And?” he asked.

  “And I would really like it if you spent the night with me.”

  She couldn’t believe those words even came out of her mouth. But the guy was so gorgeous, she couldn’t help it.

  Chapter Two

  The moon fell on the flat, flat earth of Parshall. It looked like a porch light as Penny and Gorgeous stepped outside of Average Joe’s.

  He entwined her hand with his. “Baby doll, I’d love to be your thang tonight but you have got to tell me your name or that is not even a consideration. And believe me when I say, it pains me to say that.”

  “Penny Dunlap,” she said.

  “Danny White Feather.” He stepped very close to her and kissed her slowly. “Where to, Pretty Penny?”

  “Parshall Motor Lodge,” she murmured.

  “Well see now, that’s not far. Are you okay to drive, assuming you did?”

  “I walked over,” she said. “I can just walk back. You can drive your car over.”

  “I don’t blame you for not wanting to get in the car with a stranger and fortunately, my car is a Harley but baby doll, you do not want to be walking in Parshall after dark. This here is not a nice little old town. Not with these boomers.”

  She stopped and thought.

  “I can’t really ride on the back of your bike. I never have ridden a bike before but I am not exactly dressed for it,” she said.

  “You haven’t seen much biker art now have you?” He grinned wickedly. “Tell you what. I’m walking you over and then I’ll come back for her.”

  “Her?” Penny asked.

  “My bike,” he said and kissed her softly.

  It took just a few minutes for them to walk to her room, which had an outside entrance. Penny freshened up while she waited for him. She didn’t really pack anything sexy, since she was having her stuff shipped out. So she stripped to her panties and put on a robe. When she heard the unmistakable growl of the Harley she knew he had returned.

  Danny tapped on the door with the back of his ring. She answered, a little nervous, a little excited, but very sure. Her whole life had been turned upside down. She didn’t want to spend the night alone.

  “Hi,” she said sweetly.

  “Hi.” He reached for her waist.

  Instantly he unfastened her robe. Penny craned in and kissed him.

  “Mm,” he grunted, checking her out. “Wait.”

  “What?” she asked.

  “You had time to change your mind while I went to get my bike. You can still say no, baby doll,” he said.

  “Do you want me to say no?” she asked.

  “Hell no,” he grinned.

  “Well, okay then. Oh yeah,” she said, kicking off her high heels.

  “Oh no,” he whispered. “Leave them on.”

  The light in the room was shadowy. Danny almost danced, swaying softly as he leaned into her. He skimmed the robe off of her until she was standing in her panties and spikes. He dipped her, bending her very gracefully backwards and sliding his large powerful hands down her back. He cupped her buttocks, giving it a squeeze before encouraging her knee up and around his hip.

  He lifted her second one until she was riding him like a slow motion rodeo bull. She wrapped her arms around his perfectly proportioned shoulders, which were hard as a rock, smothering him with a sensual kiss.

  Danny gently pushed her hips downward so his erection, which she could feel through his jeans, grazed the soft center between her legs. He sat on the edge of the bed, twisted slightly so that he was laying her back against the mattress. He peeled the tight cotton shirt off of his body revealing a chiseled array of muscles that resembled the curves and cuts of a butte. He was breathtaking. Penny hoped she didn’t make a fool of herself and gasped.

  She lay back looking at the ceiling, spying on him and then looking back at the ceiling. Danny shed his pants and then like a panther, stalked across the bed for her. He got as far as her hips when he very commandingly, but gently, nudged her legs much wider apart for him.

  Penny lay there, exposing her perfectly round breasts and silk pink panties to this man, this man she had only just met.

  He lowered his mouth and swirled his tongue in her navel. Penny’s abdomen quaked and quivered. But Danny paid her no mind. He trailed his devilish tongue down the center of her stomach, down, down. He lowered her panties, very efficiently lowering them down to her ankles. She kicked them off.

  He seemed to pause as he took in the beautiful pink flesh between her legs, creating a sensation of vulnerability and want in Penny.

  He returned to her. Danny took his time, running his tongue slowly down her leg, starting at her knee and ending right at the crease of her now swollen and moist pink flesh. He teased with his tongue, coming close enough to her sweet spot that his hot breath made her flinch.

  Penny arched her back, pushing her delicate folds open and towards his mouth, begging for him to give in and offer his hot, wet tongue to her.

  Danny’s tongue dove into her deep and fast, spreading her lips wide open so he could taste the juices he aroused to life. He returned to teasing her, tickling her inner thighs with light brushes of his tongue until she could not take it any more.

  Penny reached down, grabbing a handful of Danny’s beautiful black hair and thrust herself towards his mouth as she pulled him closer.

  Her back arched, her chest tightened, as Danny obliged by masterfully taking ownership of her with his tongue.

  Penny drew her knees back towards the pillows, wantonly offering herself to him. She made a little rocking motion, moving against the friction of his mouth. It was such blissful agitation.

  He gripped her buttocks with his powerful hands and slowed her motion until it came to a halt. He laid his tongue flat against her opening and slid her up and down against it, masterfully taking control of her pleasure.

  Penny felt his tongue harden as he rolled it inside her; he twisted her hips back and forth as he entered her, causing her body to twitch with excitement. He began pushing her away and then slowly back towards his tongue that now fucked her with precision. His hands spread her ass cheeks apart, pulling at new flesh as he flicked his tongue from inside of her to the sensitive nub that had been riding against his face.

  Penny let out a squeal as the tiny meat above her opening was sucked into Danny’s powerful lips. He stared up at her with an intense want in his eyes as he stroked the flesh wi
th his tongue, sucking and nibbling to get the reaction he wanted.

  Penny felt her hands reach down and slide across her open thighs as if she had no control of them. She spread herself apart with her fingers and slid one inside. Danny stopped teasing her and pulled back to take in the action as Penny began thrusting her body against her own hand.

  Danny pinched her nipple between his lips, tugging at it until she squealed again. “Don’t stop baby, that’s fucking hot!” Her hand was trying to create friction against her soaked and slippery skin, but it only created frustration. She needed Danny inside of her to gain any relief.

  Penny rolled towards Danny, pushing him over to his back. Danny’s face was awash with surprise, almost amusement. But, he lay still, allowing her to have her way with him.

  Never had she seen a more perfect specimen of a man before. His face was flawless and the way his hair fell away from it as his head lay on the pillow was picture perfect. His chest and arms were so powerful and they tapered into a narrow, cut waist. She mimicked his action, trailing his wondrous body with kisses of her own.

  Penny was unable to tease Danny in the way he had her, her impatience and strong need to take him in her mouth was more than she could control. She feared her inexperience would show, but after such a skillful and precise tongue lashing from him she owed it to him, and herself, to at least try.

  She slid her hand under the backside of his beautiful cock and lifted it towards her mouth. It was hard, heavy and the feel of the muscle in her hand made her quiver thinking of the power it held, and what it could deliver to her.

  She ran the tip of her tongue around the tip of his cock, paying attention to the curving edges and the delicate crevice. She made the ring of her lips particularly firm and tight and pushed down, taking him as deeply as she possibly could.

  She took him deep into the back of her throat once before directing him to the spongy pliant flesh of her cheek. She constricted the base of him with her fingers, working in both directions to give him as much pleasure as possible.