Jones, Olivia - Bikers From Hell_ Complete Series

by Olivia Jones

  I brought her into the MC and showed her around. Zane was at his usual spot by the bar, cleaning his guns. That man had an obsession. Maverick was behind the counter, pouring beers and mixing drinks.

  There was way too many people to introduce Brooke to. I'd never brought a girl to the club before. Well I take that back. I'd brought plenty of girls to the MC before but not like this. Not in a situation where I needed to introduce her.

  I put two fingers in my mouth—the same two fingers—and whistled. “Can I get everyone's attention?” Rowan looked up behind his glasses and Jasper woke up from sleeping on the pool table.

  “I want to introduce you to my girlfriend, Brooke.”

  Brooke looked at me with a shocked face and I smiled back. What are you thinking, Ryker? You just met her and already calling her your girlfriend. Have you even had a girlfriend before?

  I told my subconscious to shut the fuck up. The guys all gave their version of hello to Brooke. Axel came out from the back and nodded.

  “Nice to meet you all,” Brooke said with a nervous smile.

  “Want a drink?” I asked. I knew she wanted me to fuck her as soon as possible but I needed to tease her just a little bit longer.

  She grit her teeth and replied, “Sure, a drink sounds nice.”

  “Maverick! Get me a beer and something fruity for the lady.”

  We walked over and sat down at the bar next to Zane. “Don't you think those guns are clean enough?” I asked him.

  Zane looked up with a blank face. “It don't matter. It helps me think.”

  “What would you like to drink, Brooke?” Maverick asked.

  I watched closely as she contemplated what to get. Her nose scrunched up and looked so cute. I wanted to kiss her all over.

  “Strawberry margarita if you have it.”

  Maverick grinned. “We have more booze than a liquor store.”

  “This place is really cool,” Brooke said. Her hands moved up and down her thighs, barely lifting up her skirt as she went. She was playing hardball with me.

  Two could play at that game. She thought I was some sort of gentleman—I was not.

  I place my hand on her bare thigh and ran it up slowly along the inside. She tensed up immediately and held her breath. She was mine to do with as I pleased.

  “Here's your drinks,” Maverick said, setting down a pink glass in front of Brooke and a beer bottle in front of me. “You look familiar,” he said to Brooke, tapping his finger against his lip.

  Brooke giggled.

  Maverick's eyes lit up. He realized it was from the strip club. “Ryker, you sick dog.”

  I chuckled and took a swig of my beer while still teasing Brooke with my other hand.

  She carefully sipped her drink without spilling any. “This tastes amazing,” she choked out.

  Enough teasing. Anymore and I'd have to take her right here on the bar in front of everyone. The things I could do to that body. “Thanks for the drinks, Maverick. We're going upstairs.”

  Maverick patted his large belly. “Don't have too much fun.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him and Brooke waved. For hanging out with a bunch of criminals, she seemed to do a very good job. I brought her upstairs and to the room I used to sleep over when I had too much to drink—which was most nights.

  The bed with its flannel sheets was unmade and dirty clothes were sprawled all over the floor. I didn't usually care what the chicks I brought home thought about me. But with Brooke I did. I quickly gathered my clothes into a pile and tossed them into a closet.

  “This is nice,” Brooke said, running her fingertips across the dusty desk in the corner.

  “It's just a place to crash after long nights.”

  Brooke nodded and walked to me. “So am I your girlfriend now?”

  I gulped. I was hoping she would have forgotten all about that. “I'm not sure. Do you want to be?”

  She pouted her lips. “That's not what you said downstairs.” Brooke placed her hands on my chest.

  My heart beat fast. “Will you be my old lady, Brooke?”

  She beamed up at me and smiled. “I assume that's the motorcycle club version of a girlfriend?”

  I nodded and embraced her, trailing my kisses down her forehead and to her nose. The hardness in my pants grew. I kissed her lips lightly, pulling away before she could invade me with her tongue.

  “You better fuck me now, Ryker. I won't take anymore of this teasing bullshit.”

  I saluted her. “Yes, ma'am!”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Brooke

  Girlfriend!

  Ryker actually called me his girlfriend—even in front of all his badass friends. Things were moving quickly but in the right direction. He seemed like the type of man to sleep with a girl for one night and never call again. I made a mental note to ask him about his past relationships when he got a chance. But right now, I needed him to fuck me...now more than ever. I wanted to be all his.

  Ryker asked if I wanted a drink and I tried to telepathically send him a message. You bastard! I don't want a drink, I want you to take me right now! I smiled to him and nodded. I would play his game for a little while longer.

  I met some of his “brothers” as he called it. For criminals, they were actually pretty nice. Nicer than most people. I sipped my strawberry margarita and listened to Maverick's jovial laugh. Ryker really cared for these guys like they were his real family. Such a tough exterior but inside his heart was gigantic. I hoped there was room in there to love me.

  “Thanks for the drinks, Maverick. We're going upstairs,” Ryker said.

  Praise the lord!

  Ryker held my hand as he showed me to his room. This must have been where they raised pigs because the place was dirtier than a farm. The drywall had cracks and holes all over—damage done by angry fists. I walked over to Ryker and put my hands on his chest. I brought up the girlfriend thing and he tried to deflect out of embarrassment. I just wanted him to admit it to me while we were alone.

  He asked, “Will you be my old lady, Brooke?”

  I could barely contain my excitement. I wanted to jump up and down on the bed and scream to the world that Ryker was my boyfriend. He kissed me gently on my forehead and only let me get a taste of his lips. Anger was bubbling in my throat. No more teasing!

  Ryker's ravenous hunger for me showed as he pushed me against the closed door, raising my hands above my head. He tongue danced on mine, his biker scent filling my nose. Ryker clawed at my tank-top until it was over my head and discarded onto the messy floor. I unlatched my bra and let it fall to the ground, my naked chest all for him. Ryker pushed my breasts together, making a valley of cleavage. He pinched my nipples between his fingers, rolling them until they became hard and erect.

  “I want you so bad, Ryker,”” I breathed. Ryker's massive erection poked through under his jeans. His eyes returned to me with fiery desire.

  Oh my!

  Ryker flung me over to the desk and bent me over. My chest was pressed hard onto the dusty wood and my hands reached the edges to hold on. “Spread your legs,” he commanded.

  I had always dreamed of being taken that way and now it was really happening! He lifted my skirt up as his fingers found my sex. I moaned as he pushed into my gushing wetness. His fingers slid in and out with ease.

  “You're so ready, baby.” Ryker unbuckled his belt and I heard his jeans drop to the ground.

  He set his thick cock in between my ass cheeks. He was so close to knocking at my door. I raised my ass to meet him but he put his hand on my back to still me. “I can't wait any longer, Ryker,” I begged.

  He thrust into me suddenly and we both yelled out. His rough hands found my hips and he held onto them like reins, forcing himself deeper and deeper, filling every inch of me. How could something feel this good?

  After all the teasing and touching, my release couldn't wait anymore. “I'm so close,” I murmured. My body bucked as I detonated around him. Ryker held onto my shaking hips and pound
ed into me harder. All my senses went out as my orgasm took over.

  “You like it when I fuck you hard, don't you?” Ryker slapped my ass and grunted as he thrust into me over and over again. “Say it,” he ordered.

  “Yes...I love it,” I whimpered. My pleasure hit its peak. I was already so close again.

  “Come for me one more time,” Ryker moaned, his fingernails digging into my sides.

  His words were my undoing as my climax took control. I lost my grip on the edge of the desk and flopped all over. Ryker finally found his release and unloaded inside me, screaming my name at the top of his lungs.

  My legs feel like mush and they could barely hold my weight anymore. Ryker pulled out of me and I wanted to order him to stay. He lifted me in his strong arms and deposited me on the bed. My muscles were spent and my skin was still tingling from all the orgasms.

  “Did you enjoy that?” he asked, resting my head against his chest.

  “It was absolutely wonderful,” I replied, exasperated. “I want to go again, but I don't think I can move.”

  Ryker laughed. “Yeah me too.” His fingers played with my hair, running through the strands.

  I listened to his heart beat and relaxed in the silence. But something was eating away at me. I needed to know from him. “Have you ever been in a relationship before?” I asked.

  He fingers pulled away from my hair and he didn't respond. Oh shit! Did I go too far? What if one of his past girlfriends got killed?

  “I haven't had a girlfriend before if that's what you're asking.”

  I looked up at him, searching for the real reason. “Why not? You've been with so many women.”

  Ryker met my lips and pulled away. “Because they weren't you.”

  His words warmed my insides. I could lay next to this man for the rest of my life. Before I knew it, I told him, “I think I'm in with love you.”

  My whole body tensed up in defense. I wanted to crawl back into my shell and never be seen again. That was so stupid to say, Brooke. You've only known the guy a couple days.

  “I know, I love you too, Brooke,” he whispered. Ryker rolled over on top of me and kissed me like it was the first time. “Are you okay?” he asked.

  Tears streamed down my cheeks. “I'm sorry, I'm just so happy.”

  We made love a second time that night and I fell asleep in his arms. He was all mine.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Katherine

  It was finally happening. Today was the day I take down the Dark Steel Motorcycle Club.

  All those years of long nights, fighting my superiors, and working in horrible conditions was finally about to pay off.

  Getting the leader of the Los Diablos to give up Dark Steel was what blew the case wide open. My bosses got me warrants to raid the Dark Steel headquarters and two of their off-site locations given to us by Miguel.

  My two teams had already reported finding drugs and illegal guns in the off-site buildings. I had everything I needed to prosecute them. Now all that was left was to arrest all of them and claim my commendation.

  “Wait for my signal,” I announced into the walkie-talkie.

  The men were jumpy and so was I. We had no idea what to expect when we burst through the doors. The Burger Joint was in full swing, a huge crowd inside and a line out the door. This was a tricky situation. There couldn't be any collateral damage—no excuses. We knew every member of the MC was inside because we had been casing the place all day long. I hoped that they weren't stupid enough to draw their weapons and start a gunfight. Not with so many innocents around.

  I had Bravo team at the back and Charlie on the roof. My team—Alpha—was to go through the front. My heart raced as I drew my nine millimeter. I checked if it was loaded and switched the safety off. Malarkey kneeled down next to me, checking his bulletproof vest. We stayed low to the ground as we crawled from car to car. We were only feet away from the entrance.

  “Are you ready, partner?” I asked, breathing heavily.

  Malarkey nodded. “Let's get these fuckers.”

  I spat into the walkie-talkie, “All teams are a go. I repeat, all teams are a go.”

  I rushed the front of the restaurant, catching a glimpse of my roof team rappelling down the sides of the building and smashing through the windows.

  “This is the FBI! Everyone down on the ground!” I held my professional-looking badge up with my left hand and kept my gun raised with my right. The crowd of eaters fell to the floor with their hands on their head. My eyes scanned the crowd and preceded to the kitchen and back room.

  My walkie-talkie screeched as team members shouted, “Clear!”

  I stood up against the wall right before the entry to the kitchen. “This is the FBI. I want to see your hands!” I turned the corner, my gun leading first, and entered the kitchen. The chef and his workers were laying flat on the ground.

  I arrived to the door leading to the back room with Malarkey right on my heels. I tested the door knob and it was locked. I nodded to Malarkey and stepped out of the way as his foot pummeled through the door, breaking it off it's hinges. Sometimes it was nice having a male around.

  I rushed into the room and found that Bravo team already had all the suspects on the ground and in cuffs. One of the club members spat at my feet as I walked by.

  “You can't do this without a warrant,” one of the members yelled. I strolled over to him and holstered my weapon. I looked at the older man's face and identified him as the leader.

  “Well Axel, I wonder what these are?” I shoved the paper warrants in his face, making sure that he could taste them. “Sit this guy up,” I ordered. Two raid members picked up Axel and sat him against the wall.

  “This won't matter, lady. We'll beat whatever bogus charge you stick on us.”

  I crouched down in front of the leader. “I've been hunting you guys for a long time. I wanted to make damn sure this would stick. You could thank Miguel and the Los Diablos for that.”

  “You're a lying bitch,” he screamed at me.

  I stood up and walked away. “Oh yeah, one more thing. We raided your 'secret' stashes and found all the guns and drugs. You guys will be rotting in prison until the day you die.” Axel's face turned to horror. He knew I had him by the balls.

  I glanced over the other members on the ground and marveled at my success.

  Malarkey came to my side. “Feels good, doesn't it?”

  “It will feel even better when the bosses give me a promotion and get us out of that damn closet.”

  Malarkey chuckled.

  Something wasn't sitting right with me though. I scanned around the room but couldn't put my finger on the sudden doubt in the pit of my stomach. I looked at the Dark Steel members and counted.

  “Charlie team, did you clear every room upstairs?”

  Charlie leader answered in the affirmative. I looked back down at all the faces of the club members. Damn! “Where's Ryker?” I asked with bubbling rage.

  Malarkey looked down at a list in his hands. “He's the number three, right?”

  Double Damn!

  I ordered the teams to do another sweep of the building. “He must be hiding here somewhere. We have to find him!”

  Chapter Twenty

  Brooke

  I awoke from my post-coital bliss and Ryker was laying next to me, his arms and legs entangled in mine. I watched him sleep, his mouth slightly open and his eyelids fluttering. I wondered what he was dreaming about—maybe robbing a bank, killing a bunch of bad guys, or maybe even sex with me.

  I lifted the bed sheet up slightly and gazed under. His shaft was flaccid and small. I giggled to myself. I couldn't believe he was all mine.

  “Are you done?” Ryker asked, waking from sleep.

  I flush crimson and put the sheet back down. “I'm sorry, I just can't keep my eyes off your body.”

  “Should we do something about that?” His lip curled into a grin.

  Desire returned in full force. My mind screamed at me for no more�
��my body had it's own plan. Ryker kissed me softly and I climbed on top of him. His erection became rock hard beneath me. I grinded against him, rubbing my sex all over him. Ryker reached up and squeezed my breasts, massaging and kneading them.

  The sound of glass shattering in the hallway interrupted our heavenly time.

  Ryker flung me off to the side and bolted out of bed. Axel from downstairs yelled up, “FBI!”