Jones, Olivia - Bikers From Hell_ Complete Series

by Olivia Jones

  “I didn't want to worry you while you were in jail but things aren't going too well. One of our supply houses were hit. One prospect was shot in the leg and another had his hand cut off.”

  “Holy fuck. You should have come down to the jail and told me about this. Who were the bastards that did it?” My plan was falling apart right before my eyes. Being the President wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

  Tanner grit his teeth. “It was the Mexicans.”

  I slammed my fist onto the table and restrained myself. “Aren't the Blacks taking care of them?”

  “They're trying but they just don't have the manpower. The Death Merchants have enough guys to fend off the Blacks and come after us.”

  “Fuck. We need to beef up security at our other supply houses.”

  “Already done, Boss. But the Mexicans are fucking vengeful pricks.”

  “Well I knew they weren't going to be happy with us killing their leader but I thought the Blacks would take them out or distract them long enough for them to forget about us.”

  Tanner folded his hands. “So what's are next move?”

  I ran my fingers through my hair. “I'm not sure, Tanner. This isn't working out as I planned it. Maybe we need to get the Sheriff involved.”

  “You mean the fucking whore who locked you up in jail?”

  My hand flexed into a fist and I had to stop myself from popping Tanner in the jaw. “We give her some solid info about The Death Merchants and put the heat on them. They won't be able to wage war with two MC's and the cops at the same time.”

  Tanner cocked his head to the side. “You really think this Sheriff can be trusted? Isn't she still trying to pin the murder of Garcia on you?”

  “The Sheriff has nothing on me. She only wants to prevent more killings. If we have the cops and the Blacks on our side, the Mexicans will have to leave us alone.”

  Tanner looked uneasy. “Sounds like a messy plan, Prez, but I don't have anything better.”

  “I'll talk with the Sheriff tomorrow. Convince her that we're the better of two evils.” The thought of seeing Emily again made my heart jump. How could she affect me like this? Something must really be fucking wrong with me.

  I left Tanner in the meeting room and walked through the crowd of people welcoming me back. I went to the guest room upstairs and opened the door to find two naked blondes laying on the bed. Their legs were entangled with each others and they were making out. I watched for a moment as they felt up their big fake tits. My dick was screaming at me to fuck these sluts and cover them with come. Get all that pent-up frustration out.

  But I didn't have time for fucking. I had to figure out a new plan to take down the Mexicans with the help of the Sheriff. No matter how much my cock wanted to pound that pussy, there were bigger things to deal with.

  “Time to go girls,” I announced, pulling out my Glock and setting it down on the dresser.

  The chicks made a sad moan and got up and left. I watched their asses jiggle as they pranced out of the room. I lay on the bed and the perfume from the whores was still fresh on the pillow. My cock was so hard it hurt. Why didn't I just take those chicks? I unzipped my jeans and released my throbbing prisoner. I closed my eyes and stroked my shaft, my thoughts quickly turning to my morning with Emily. Her nude body bent over the desk, the tightness of her wet pussy as I forced my way inside her...

  Chapter Sixteen

  Emily

  How could anyone concentrate at work right after having sex? My mind constantly wandered back to my breasts pressed against the desk and Caleb slamming into me. I was so wet the entire day that it made it uncomfortable to hold a conversation. I felt like they knew when they made eye contact with me. Like there really was security camera footage of us and everyone had already seen it. I could see the local newspaper headline already: Sheriff Gets Rammed by Outlaw. I ended up leaving an hour early and going home. I couldn't take anymore.

  Ariel greeted me at the door, purring and rubbing against my leg. “Well hello to you too, kitty. Are you hungry?” Ariel strutted over to the kitchen, leading me to cupboard with her cans of wet food. I opened it up and only had one can left. I'd have to swing by the pet store the next morning and pick up another batch.

  Ariel wouldn't stop sniffing my legs. Her wet nose was cold against my bare skin. She could smell Caleb on me. “Do you like that smell, Ariel? Well don't get used to it because he won't be around any longer.” I didn't know if I was saying that aloud to remind that cat or myself. Did I want him to come around? But it could never work out between us. The Sheriff should be fired for dating a criminal—not just any criminal, the leader of a Motorcycle Club. The town would kick me out in a heartbeat.

  I pulled the ring on the cat food can and popped it open. Ariel meowed loudly, her ears all perked up. “It's coming, girl. Just give me a second.” I plated her food and put it down on the ground. I watched as Ariel devoured it, her tongue sending bits of wet food everywhere. I skipped eating today because my head was so clouded with Caleb fucking me.

  I opened the fridge and knew before opening it that it was empty. I still hadn't gone grocery shopping even though it was at the top of the priority list. I'd have to go tonight but first I ordered some Chinese takeout. When I gave the guy my address, he recited my order perfectly before I even gave it to him. Either this was a really small town or I needed to stop eating Chinese every night.

  I turned on the TV and scanned the channels. I settled on a reality show about surviving on a deserted island, waiting desperately for my food. Ariel lay next to me while I scratched her head. How could people eat nasty bugs without throwing up? I was starving right now but not enough to start chowing down on insects. I hoped I'd never end up in a situation like that.

  A knock at the door alerted the cat and she was on her hind legs, ready to bolt to a safe spot if she need be. I didn't have much furniture to hide in but Ariel found a space in the back of the closet that she liked. “Don't worry, Ariel, it's just the delivery guy.”

  I unlocked the chain on the door and opened it to find Caleb, standing there with his tattooed arms folded against his chest. Ariel fled like a coward and I wanted to go hide with her. Why was he here?

  Chapter Seventeen

  Caleb

  “How the fuck did you get my address?” Emily asked me, standing in the doorway, wearing some gray sweatpants and a baggy shirt. Goddamn she was so fucking hot even when she dressed down. I had expected a better response than that after our crazy morning we had together.

  I smiled and replied, “You have to know now, Sheriff, that I have access to all sorts of information.”

  She rolled her eyes at me, not giving up an inch. “I'm sure you have every officer in your pocket. So why the fuck are you here then?”

  She wasn't that far off about the officers. We paid a pretty penny to the cops to make sure they would keep off our backs. Of course, that was when Mendoza was Sheriff and played along. Somehow I didn't think Emily would take a bribe. “I wanted to speak to you about the Mexicans.”

  Emily narrowed her eyes at me. She looked so fuckable when she was angry.“Well you can come to the station tomorrow and we can talk.”

  A skinny Asian guy came walking down the hallway with a grocery bag. “Order for Ms. White.”

  “Let me go get my purse.” Emily opened the door all the way and went to the kitchen. The delivery boy walked inside her apartment and I took the opportunity to do the same.

  Emily came back with her wallet and threw me an evil glance. She turned back to the delivery boy. “How much do I owe you?”

  I stepped further into her apartment while she paid for the food. The smell of Chinese food filled the room and made my stomach grumble. Her living room was almost completely empty save for a small box TV. I'd seen crack houses that were better furnished.

  Emily closed the door behind the delivery boy and turned towards me. “You know, you got a lot of nerve.”

  I ignored her remark. “You would think a S
heriff's salary would afford you some furniture.”

  Emily scoffed and blocked my way from going into the kitchen. “I haven't had time to pick out furniture yet.”

  I made a u-turn from the kitchen and walked towards the bedroom. Emily chased after me but was too late. A lone sleeping bag stood in the middle of the room and a pile of dirty clothes were laying in the corner. “You should at least get a bed. And this place could use some color.”

  Emily weaseled around me and pushed me out of her bedroom, her cheeks all flushed. “Don't go in there.” She wasn't wearing a bra and her hard nipples were poking through the baggy shirt. It took all the willpower in the world to keep myself from grabbing those nice tits.

  You're not here for that, Caleb. Focus on the task at hand.

  “Nothing to be embarrassed about.” I chuckled. We walked back into the living room and a red tabby cat came out from the bedroom and began bumping her head against my leg.

  “Ariel, what are you doing!” Emily shrieked.

  “I think your cat likes me,” I said, crouching down to pet her.

  “Usually, Ariel doesn't let anyone touch her.”

  “Good girl,” I whispered to the cat, rubbing her chin.

  “Do you want some Chinese?” Emily asked, unpacking little takeout boxes from the plastic bag.

  I smiled and stood up. “I thought you'd never ask.”

  Emily spooned some fried rice and spicy pork on a plate for me. She dropped a napkin on the floor and bent over to pick it up. I admired her hot ass in those tight sweatpants and her eyes caught me but I didn't care. “I'm sorry, I don't really have a dining table yet or chairs.”

  “Don't worry about it. Here's fine.” I sat down in the middle of the living room on the carpet and took a bite of rice. The food instantly settled my stomach down.

  Emily sat across from me and began chowing down. She ate like an animal, shoveling pork into her mouth like she was at a eating competition. Not the most attractive eater. “So what do you have to tell me about the Mexicans?” she asked with her mouthful.

  I cleared the food in my throat. “The Mexicans hit one of my supply houses.”

  “Good for them,” she replied, smirking and taking another bite.

  I sneered at her. “It's in my best interest to get the Mexicans to back down. I don't want to lose half of my MC going to war with them. The Blacks are already bleeding bodies.”

  “And what do you want me to do about that?”

  The Sheriff already knew where I was heading but she was wanted to play games. She needed this just as much as I did. But she wanted me to beg for her help. “I can give you intel about the Mexicans. Information that will lead to some big busts for you. Get you on the front page of the paper.”

  Emily wiped her mouth with a napkin and set the paper plate on the carpet. “I'm not in this for the fame, Caleb. I just want to keep this town safe.”

  I put my food down too. “Then lets help each other.”

  Emily thought about it for a moment. “So you need the cops to put the heat on the Mexicans so they'll be too busy with the Blacks and us to retaliate against you.”

  Nothing got past her. It was crazy how she could see the whole picture so easily. “In so many words, yes. But this could be a big win for you. I know locations of weapon stashes, drug labs, and whorehouses.”

  Emily grabbed Ariel as she passed by and began petting her. “And you want the police department to do the dirty work for you?”

  The cat's eyes closed and she settled in to Emily's lap. “Who would you rather ally with? Black Widow MC or The Death Merchants.”

  “If I had a choice—neither. But if I don't help you, then this 'war' might get out of hand.”

  “We're the lesser of two evils, Sheriff.”

  Emily firmed her lips as she contemplated my proposition. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. My cock was hammering in my pants as we argued. I needed to feel that warm pussy again. I never fucked the same girl twice but Emily was different. She was smarter than all the trailer-trash bitches I'd been with combined. And her body was so fucking hot. Why she had to hide it all under a boring uniform was beyond me.

  Emily could sense the desire in my eyes. My animal instinct took over as I crawled across the carpet towards her. Ariel jumped off her lap with a meow and ran to the bedroom. Emily kept shaking her head as I approached her. “No...Caleb...we can't do this again.”

  My lips reached hers and everything fell back into place.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Emily

  Suddenly the conversation between Caleb and I was turning into something else. The burning desire in his eyes was hard to miss as he stared at me. I couldn't do it again. That time in my office was just a momentary weakness. I couldn't succumb to his handsome ways again.

  But there he was, crawling across the floor of my apartment—hunting me like prey. Ariel ran away like she knew what was about to happen. I wanted to call her back, make her protect me from this monster. I was frozen in place, stuck in this loop of mistakes that I could never take back.

  I needed him to stay away. I needed him to stop. “No...Caleb...we can't do this again.”

  But there was no stopping this outlaw. Caleb's lips reached mine and all my problems and worries were washed away. His hot breath entered my mouth as well as his tongue. He tapped against my teeth and sucked on my tongue. I reveled in the pleasure, my hands feeling Caleb's rock-hard abs under his wife-beater.

  Caleb pulled my baggy shirt down until my bare shoulder was exposed. He kissed up along it, tiny pecks, working his way to my neck. He blew into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “I couldn't stop thinking about this morning in your office,” he whispered.

  My cheeks flushed. The desire in the pit of my stomach was calling. “I kept thinking it was all a dream. But now I know it was real.”

  Caleb clawed at my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. His rough hands were all over my tits, mashing them together. He tasted my erect nipples, gnawing on them until I screamed out. Would he bend me over and fuck me like he did earlier this morning? Pull my hair and ride me until I come.

  Caleb stood up and pulled off his leather cut, placing it neatly in a corner.

  “What is with bikers and their leather cuts?” I asked out of curiosity.

  Caleb laughed while he took off his wife-beater. The black widow tattoo across his chest was a little terrifying. “It's kind of like a letterman's jacket.”

  I giggled a little. “Sounds a little silly to me. We're not in high school anymore.”

  “It's hard to explain. This leather represents who we are. What we've accomplished.”

  I had stopped listening as he pulled down his pants. His raging boner was perfectly contained in his boxer briefs. I didn't get a good look at him this morning and this time was going to be different. I scrambled over to him and pushed him against the wall while pulling his briefs down around his ankles. Caleb gasped as I gripped his throbbing cock. He was completely perfect—thick and so very long. No wonder he went so deep last time.

  I stroked his shaft and watched Caleb's reaction as he closed his eyes and bit down on his bottom lip. I opened wide and slipped his meat past my lips. Caleb gripped the sides of my head, his fingers entangling with my hair. I crammed his cock as far down my throat as possible, sucking on him hard. It took both hands to polish his long pole. My head bobbed up and down as I took him in my mouth. I imagined an explosion on my tongue of hot warm cum. His seed dribbling out of the corner of my mouth and onto my tits.

  Caleb moaned as he pulled out of my mouth. “Not yet, baby. I'm not ready to come yet.”

  He pushed me backwards until I was flat against the carpet. He tugged at my sweatpants, prying them off my legs. His fingers ran up my ankles and inner thighs, tickling me just a little. He spread my legs as wide as they could go, my dripping wet pussy out in the open.

  Caleb pressed the head of his penis against my clit and my legs wrapped around his body. He rubbed my cl
it with his cock. Sudden injections of adrenaline were sending my heart racing. “Do you like this?” he asked, pressing his cock harder against me.

  I bit my bottom lip and nodded. It was all I could manage. He dick was wet with pre-cum as he swirled my clit around. I was so close. I squeezed my breasts and moaned as I imploded. Caleb continued to massage my clit with his cock as my body pulsed with ecstasy.

  “I could watch you come all day,” Caleb murmured, giving me just a moment's respite.

  My breathing was ragged and the intense need for Caleb inside me was overriding every other function. “Make me come again,” I demanded.