Jones, Olivia - Bikers From Hell_ Complete Series

by Olivia Jones

  The shower door suddenly opened and Brooke jumped in completely naked. Her long hair covered her breasts but her nipples still poked through. She giggled as she hugged me, her face getting hit by a spray of water.

  “Did you sleep well last night?” I asked.

  Brooke gazed up at me, her long lashes fluttering. “I don't think I've ever slept so soundly before. I don't think anything could have woken me up.” She faced away from the shower head and soaked her hair.

  “Me too.” I smiled.

  “What do you have to do today?” she asked.

  I lathered my hair with shampoo. “Need to go to the MC and deal with some things. Shouldn't take too long. We can see each other tonight.”

  “I'd like that,” she replied, wiping the shampoo from my eyes. “I need to go to my apartment anyways and change. But before that, there's one thing I've been dying to do.” She smiled before getting down onto her knees.

  Oh shit!

  She grasped my hard-on and stroked it to life. I leaned my head back and moaned. The water cascaded off my back as she opened her mouth and put me inside. “Oh my god, that feels so damn good.”

  Brooke wrapped her lips around me and bobbed her head up and down. She pushed me deeper and deeper down her throat until she hit my base. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I clenched her hair in my fingers as she ran her tongue up my shaft.

  “Does this feel good?” she asked with a devious grin.

  “Oh yes,” I replied. “Where did you learn to do this?”

  She popped me out of her mouth. “This is my first time.”

  I almost collapsed at her response. How could she be this good?

  She stroked me while keeping me in her mouth and then she backed away. I needed to fuck her so badly. Needed to feel her warmness around me.

  But she wasn't going to let me.

  Instead, she placed me against her chest, right in her cleavage. She enveloped my length with her breasts, running them up and down my erection. Oh no! Her skin was so soft. I was going to come too soon. My breathing quickened—my grip on her hair tightened.

  “You feel so good between my breasts,” she murmured.

  “I'm so close,” I moaned.

  She immediately pulled me from her chest and put me right back in her mouth. What was she doing? I couldn't hold back any longer. I found my release in her mouth while she continued to suck me hard. I cried out, screaming her name at the top of my lungs.

  Brooke pulled me out and wiped her lips. “You taste so good.”

  This girl is so fucking hot and she swallows semen. “Why did I deserve that?” I asked.

  “Last night was more than incredible. It exceeded every expectation. I thought you needed a thank you.”

  I ran my face under the water. “You deserve a standing ovation for that.”

  She got up from the shower floor and we embraced. “Why does this feel so right?” she asked, taking my hand in hers.

  I traced the outline of her palm. “I don't know. But I do know that I don't want this to stop.”

  We kissed passionately under the water. I was already erect again. I needed her now. I pressed my body against her and let her feel my pulsing member on her belly.

  “I need you again, Brooke.”

  “Then what are you waiting for.” She grinned, facing away from me and put her hands on the glass shower door. Brooke pushed out her ass until my shaft was caught in between her cheeks. I placed my hands on her hips and slid inside her. We both screamed in ecstasy as I crashed against her.

  She turned her head towards me. “Fuck me harder, Ryker.”

  Whoa! This chick was so dirty.

  I gathered her hair into a ponytail and pulled, snapping her head back. I used my other hand to hold onto her side even tighter. I pounded into her, stretching her out, quickening my pace.

  Brooke let go and came all around me, her legs violently quivering. I moaned and released inside her, filling her up.

  We fell down onto the tile floor, our limbs tangled in each other. “Do we have to leave this hotel room?” she asked, exasperated.

  “Well we need to eat eventually.” I laughed.

  “What about room service?”

  “You remember what this place looks like, right?”

  Brooke chuckled. “Scratch that. I'll eat something at home.”

  I dried myself off in the shower as I watched Brooke wrap a towel around her delicious body. Her bare neck looked so tasty. I wanted to feed on her and drink her blood.

  “Oh fuck!” Brooke yelled.

  My heart jumped. “What is it?” I looked around for my pants that hid my gun.

  “I totally forgot to call Jenny last night.”

  My heart returned to it's normal rhythm. Brooke ran out of the bathroom and grabbed her phone. “Shit my phone died.”

  “Do you need to use mine?”

  Brooke scrounged through her purse and produced a cable. “No thanks, I can charge it.” She plugged it into the wall and turned on her phone. “Jenny left fourteen text messages and five voicemails. She's going to hang me for this.”

  I tried to reassure her. “She'll understand when you explain the restaurant to her.”

  Brooke dialed Jenny's number and waited. “I'm so sorry, Jenny. My phone died and I totally forgot to call you. I've been through so much since last night...Yeah, I'm on my way right now and I'll explain everything.”

  “Is she all right?” I asked, putting my wife-beater back on.

  “She wants to rip me into tiny pieces but she's glad I'm okay. I should probably get home.” Brooke looked out the window. “I totally forgot that my car is still at the strip club. Can you give me a lift to my apartment?”

  I nodded. “Just let me give Axel a call first and make sure we're safe to leave.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Brooke

  Ryker and I pulled up to my apartment on his Harley. I felt like a badass. I wished Jenny would walk outside and see me on a motorcycle. My arms bear hugged his body. I didn't want to let go. I couldn't leave him yet.

  “Want me to pick you up later tonight?” Ryker asked.

  “Yes, please.” I hesitantly got off the bike and stood next to him.

  He tore his sunglasses off. “You're so fucking beautiful, Brooke.”

  My face blushed red. I bent over and kissed him on the cheek. “I'll be thinking about last night.”

  “Don't play games with me or else I'll take you right here on my bike.”

  I almost wanted to take him up on his offer. “Bye Ryker.”

  He blew me a kiss and put his sunglasses back on. The tires of his bike screeched on the pavement as he took off. I walked up to the doorway when I got ping from my phone. I turned it on to find a text message from Ryker.

  Ryker: Last night was beyond words. I need to bend you over and take that fine ass of yours again.

  His message filled me with warm and wet feelings. He was everything I wanted and more.

  I texted him back:

  Brooke: I'm counting the seconds until you can ravage me again.

  Ryker: Such a dirty girl.

  I put my phone back in my purse and opened the door.

  A hurricane called Jenny hit me with 150 mph winds. “Where the fuck have you been, Brooke?” She grabbed a hold of me with tears in her eyes. “I was worried sick about you.” She hugged me so hard that I couldn't breathe.

  “I'm so sorry, Jenny. Last night was beyond crazy. I'll explain everything but I need to eat something. My stomach is devouring itself from the inside out.”

  Jenny walked me to the kitchen. “There's still some eggs in the fridge.”

  I grabbed a pan and heated it over the gas stove-top. Jenny took a seat at the breakfast bar, waiting for me to spill the details.

  I cracked an egg and dropped the yolk into the frying pan. “I don't even know how to start,” I told her. The egg sizzled in the pan and I used a spatula to scramble it.

  “Start from the beginning.
That's usually the best place,” she smirked.

  I stuck my tongue out at her. “After my shift last night, Ryker took me to a restaurant.”

  “I already know that. You were supposed to call me after your date so I knew you were all right.”

  I gathered the egg and plated it. “The dinner was amazing and Ryker and I were having such a good time. We were flirting and playing footsie under the table.”

  “My Brooke? Playing footsie with a guy? Does not compute.”

  “Things were going so well until I spotted some guys outside...they had guns.” I sat down next to Brooke and stuffed my mouth with eggs.

  Jenny's mouth dropped.

  “They shot at us, killing our waiter.” I flashback to his body hitting the ground with a “thud.” I shut my eyes and tried to erase the memory from my mind.

  Jenny became frantic. “Oh my god. Did you get hurt?” She put her hands on me and checked me all over.

  “No I'm fine. Ryker saved my life. We barely escaped out of there.” I remembered riding on his bike, trying to stop my hands from shaking. I looked at my palms and they seemed fine.

  Jenny relaxed. “Thank god you're all right. I'm glad he was there.”

  I didn't want to tell her that the men were there to kill him. I'd rather let Jenny think that Ryker was the hero because my next bit of news would blow her mind.

  “Afterwards, he took me to a motel just in case anyone was following us. One thing led to another...”

  Jenny gasped. “Holy shit, Brooke! I knew you looked different. You've finally been deflowered.” She nudged me in the shoulder. “So how was he?

  We both giggled. “It was beyond words, Jenny. I'd never felt like that before in my entire life.”

  She leaned in closer and whispered, “Did you orgasm?”

  I nodded and flushed red. “So many times. It was truly magical.”

  Jenny clapped. “I'm so happy for you, Brooke. But isn't this guy a criminal?”

  I thought about it for a moment. “You know, I'm not actually sure. He's apart of a motorcycle club and that's really all I know.”

  “You need to be careful, Brooke. I don't want you getting hurt.”

  I looked down at the floor. “I think I'm falling for him.”

  “I can't believe it. My Brooke lost her virginity and found love all in one night. This must be one hell of a guy.”

  “He really is, Jenny. I can't wait for you to meet him.”

  “Well what are we waiting for, let's go out and celebrate.”

  “What time is it?” I checked the clock on the microwave and it was only eleven in the morning. “Don't you think it's a tad too early to go out.”

  Jenny laughed. “You're probably right. How about tonight then.”

  “I'm supposed to be seeing Ryker tonight.”

  Jenny pushed me. “You dog. Can't keep your hands off him.” All I could think about was Ryker taking me from behind in the shower, pounding me into oblivion.

  “I have tomorrow night off work so we can get drinks then.”

  Jenny smiled and hugged me. “It's a date.”

  I left her in the kitchen and went to my bedroom. I felt like a stranger in my own house. I'd only been gone a short while but suddenly all the stuffed animals lining my bed felt a little immature. I pushed them off and plopped down on the bed. I stared up at the ceiling with my hands behind my head.

  What happens next?

  My conversation with Jenny made me realize that I didn't know much about Ryker. He was so kind to me and saved my life—but I saw him gun down that Mexican and who knows how many other people he's killed. Could I really love a man like that?

  “Yes,” I said out loud. My eyelids felt heavy and my body sunk into the comforter. I was completely exhausted from last night. So many things happened. I closed my eyes and pictured Ryker spreading my legs and thrusting into me. I smiled before drifting off to sleep.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Ryker

  Brooke clouded my thoughts. How was I supposed to get anything done when I couldn't stop thinking about her?

  I drove to the MC fantasizing about our time in the shower. Her lips over my erection, taking me in her mouth. It was so erotic. I was falling for her—falling for her hard. But was I the right guy for her? I lived in a dark world and she was so bright. The last thing I wanted to do was extinguish her. The restaurant was the perfect example—one night with me and she almost died. If she stayed with me, how much longer could she survive? I could protect her but something always goes wrong. I couldn't take that risk with Brooke. No matter how much I wanted to fuck her brains out.

  What the fuck am I going to do?

  I pulled into the parking lot of The Burger Joint. A line was forming outside and it was barely noon. Apparently, business was booming. Maybe Rowan was right about opening up a second location. I went inside the restaurant and through the back door.

  Zane was sitting at the bar, reassembling his gun and Maverick was nursing a beer. Girls and members from other charters were passed out on the floor. The prospect, Myles, had two girls snoring on top of him. Must have been some party last night.

  Zane left his guns alone and slapped me on the back. “God damn, Ryker, it's good to see you're okay.”

  “Thanks, Zane.” I shook his hand.

  Rowan was sitting at a table going over some papers and nodded to me.

  “Where's Axel?” I asked.

  Maverick pointed to the meeting room, taking a sip of beer. “He's pretty stressed out.”

  “Aren't we all?” I replied.

  I opened the door to find the Dark Steel table covered in guns. Axel was going over each one, making sure they worked. “I'm fucking glad to see you're all right,” he said, taking me in his arms. “When I heard what happened, I almost went out and blew the Mexicans away myself. Thank god, Jasper has a cool head.”

  “So what's the plan?”

  “Jasper reached out to Miguel of the Los Diablos. He said he had no part in the attempt on your life.”

  Of course they would say that. “And you believe him?”

  Axel pointed to all the guns on the table. “Does it look like I believe him?”

  I laughed. “Guess not.”

  “But Jasper believes him—and I believe in Jasper. But there's no reason we can't go into this being a little cautious.”

  I picked up one of the semi-automatics. The weight felt heavy in my hands. I could do a lot of damage with this.

  Axel took the gun from me and set it back down on the table. “The plan is still the same. We meet the Los Diablos this afternoon.”

  “What for? They already know that we're cutting them off from drugs.”

  “It's all about politics, Ryker. We need to explain to Miguel in person. He also needs to apologize to us in person. It's how we keep the club intact. It's how it's been done for years.”

  I pulled out my pistol and replaced the clip with a full one from the table. “I'm ready.”

  Axel put his hand on my shoulder. “I don't think you should be coming with us, Ryker.”

  I shrugged his hand off. “What the fuck are you talking about, Axel?”

  “You're invested in this too much, Ryker. I don't want this going south if you can't control yourself.”

  “I have my emotions in check. I need to be there in case something goes wrong. You know you can't do this without me. We need all the manpower we can get.”

  Axel sighed. “I wish you were wrong. Round up the other guys and let's get the vans loaded up.”

  —

  The Dark Steel MC arrived at the abandoned warehouse on the eastern side of town in full force. The Mexicans had ruled the east since before I was born. Dark Steel owned the rest except a small sliver in the middle that went to the blacks.

  We parked our bikes and vans into the warehouse and they closed the large steel door behind us. The entire Los Diablos crew was there sitting on their bikes. They looked mad as hell but their weapons were holstered. After
doing meets like this for so long, you knew that mayhem could explode at any moment so you had to be on your toes.

  I stayed back a ways to observe like Axel wanted. Even though I wanted to blow them all to hell, I couldn't put my brothers in harm's way.