Redemption (MC Biker Romance)

by Wilde, Blakeley

  He soon stood up and grabbed me by my ass cheeks, hoisting me up and around his hips. His thick, wet cock slid right inside my wet, waiting pussy, and he leveraged me against the wall to get some footing. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as we bounced and he pumped his cock inside me as hard as he could. I could tell he was trying to forget about everything for a while too. His eyes were closed and his face was grimaced as he fucked the living shit out of my pussy. I needed it just as much as he did though.

  Soon I could feel his cock wriggling and writhing inside me. He released a few moans and groans before the thrusting came to a complete stop, and he had cum inside me. He gently lowered me, kissed my mouth, and then took a step back. He grabbed the soap like nothing had happened and began washing the day off his body.

  CHAPTER 8

  We checked out of the seedy motel no later than six am the following morning. We wanted to head out before the rest of the town awoke, and before we had a chance to run into the Marquis Devils.

  With our new hair styles and the wind in our faces, we fled that town and never looked back. Raze had said something about driving to Nevada and that that would be our next stop. I told him I was on board for whatever. I trusted him. I knew he cared about me and would do whatever was best for us. He knew these back roads, highways, and small towns better than anyone else.

  We rode for damn hear nine hours, taking a couple quick rest stop breaks. The sun was beating down in our faces all day, and my arms were cramping up from staying in the same position for that long. I knew if I was getting tired, Raze had to be.

  “How much longer?” I yelled out.

  “We’re almost there,” he yelled back.

  We pulled into some rinky-dink deserted desert town with a gas station, a diner, and a couple mobile home parks and parked the bike at a gas pump.

  I climbed off to stretch my legs and take a deep breath. I ran my fingers through my hair to check for any bugs and did a little frantic dance when something hard and crunchy fell out.

  “Aaah,” I screamed as I felt it brush through my fingers. “Gross!”

  Raze laughed. It was the first time I’d really seen him laugh since we’d run off together.

  “It’s just a bug,” he said as he finished topping off his tank.

  I felt creepy-crawly and dirty. “Yeah, but how long was it hanging out in my hair?”

  Raze brushed it off. To him, I was probably just overreacting. A typical, silly girl.

  “Want to grab some dinner?” he asked as he nodded towards the diner across the street.

  “Um, yeah,” I said as if it were a no brainer. I was starving my ass off. I didn’t know how he could go so many hours without eating. I already felt lightheaded. “I’m so hungry.”

  “You need to just speak up when you’re hungry,” he said. “I’m not a mind reader.”

  He walked up to me and kissed my forehead before climbing back on his bike. I threw one leg behind him, my knees and hamstrings aching from being in one position too long, and we drove across the street to the Silver Bullet Diner.

  The diner looked like it was straight out of the 1950s inside and out. I spotted several families crammed into shiny, red leather booths and most of the waitresses were older with a sweet, gentle demeanor about them.

  We walked in and seated ourselves, this time closer to a back exit. Based on our last experience, Raze didn’t want to risk anything. Our waitress, Margie, waddled her way towards our table with the warmest smile on her face. Her hair was a bluish shade of silver and it was curled and pinned back into some kind of up do. She had blue eye shadow and red lipstick, and her apron barely fit around her generous hips. She reminded me of a sweet, old grandma who lived in a trailer with copious amounts of landscaping and a handful of cats inside.

  “Hi, there,” she said with a huge grin on her face. Her teeth were straight but slightly yellow. She was definitely a coffee drinker. “Well aren’t you two cute. What can I get you to drink?”

  “I’ll have a water,” I said. I was parched.

  “Coke,” Raze said, barely making eye contact with her. He was acting a little fidgety, probably reliving the biker brawl from the night before. His eyes kept glancing outside every time the roar of a cycle or loud truck would rumble the windows of the diner.

  “I’ll be right back with those drinks,” Margie said with a smile as she waddled off.

  “Raze,” I said as I reached over and tapped his hand. “You alright?”

  “Yeah,” he said.

  “You’ve not been yourself lately,” I said. “I wish you’d open up to me. Maybe I can make you feel better?”

  I offered a kind smile, but he didn’t return it.

  “I feel better just being with you,” he insisted, leaving it at that.

  “Aw,” I said. “That’s sweet.”

  I twirled a lock of my newly brunette hair around my finger, forgetting for a moment that I was no longer blonde. It was a stark reminder of how much things had changed for us in the last 48 hours.

  “Everything’s going to work out,” I said to him. “Raze, look at me.”

  His steel blue eyes glanced up and locked with mine.

  “I know,” he said as he ran his fingers through is buzzed and newly bleached hair. “Just a lot on my mind.”

  Margie came back with our drinks and sat them down, spilling Raze’s Coke a little. She threw down a couple of bendy straws and placed her hands on her hips.

  “Do we know what we want?” she asked with the biggest smile. She seemed to love her job, and considering what she did, I was warmed over by that.

  “I’ll take the burger. Well done. With American cheese,” he said. “And fries.”

  “Same,” I said with a smile as I handed her our menus.”

  “Alright. I’ll go put in the order right away,” Marie replied as she took the menus and waddled off. She seemed to have some sort of limp or maybe it was a bad hip. Whatever it was, nothing could dull her shine. She was the happiest blue-haired waitress I’d ever met.

  Our food arrived a short time later, and the diner seemed to miraculously fill to the brim in an instant. Every single booth was full by the time we started on our burgers. Either the place was super good or it was the only diner in a thirty mile radius. Maybe it was a little of both?

  As the plates were sat down in front of us, I could see the grease dripping off the burger. The fries were fresh out of the fryer and the pickle on the side was perfectly green, beckoning to be placed on top of the gooey, melted cheese.

  “Oh, my god,” I moaned as I took my first bite. “This is the best burger I’ve ever had in my whole entire life!”

  Raze nodded in agreement, mouth full of burger, as he took another bite. He was shoving bite after bite into his mouth, each piece passing his perfect, full lips. He was so fucking sexy when he ate. He was sexy when he did just about anything.

  I saw his eyes roll into the back of his head as he shoved a small handful of hot fries drenched in ketchup into his mouth and washed it all down with a gulp of soda.

  My stomach was growing fuller by the second, but I was determined to finish my dinner. I didn’t know when we’d be eating again, and I wanted to be as full as possible, even if I had to be rolled out of there.

  Within seconds, our plates were completely empty. There was not a French fry to spare. Not an extra piece of lettuce or grease drip to be seen.

  “My, my, my,” Margie said. “You two must have been hungry! Well you came to the right place, didn’t ya?”

  I rubbed my belly. “Yes, it was amazing.”

  “Would you guys like some pie?” she asked in her sweet, Grandma voice. She batted her mascara-caked eyelashes, and it was hard to say no to that smile.

  I looked over at Raze who shrugged.

  “We’ll share a piece. Sure,” I conceded. “Apple, please. With ice cream.”

  “Perfect!” Margie said with a smile as she limped off. She returned a short time later with a hot wedge of
apple pie with a large, melting mountain of vanilla ice cream sliding off the side. She sat it between us, and I wasted no time getting busy with my fork in hand.

  “Aren’t you going to have some?” I asked Raze. I was sure I looked like some crazy, hungry animal.

  Raze picked up his fork and slowly took a bite. For every three bites I took, he probably had one. I didn’t care though, and soon enough the plate was clean. It took all the strength I had not to lick the plate clean.

  “Oh, my god, I’m so full,” I moaned. I couldn’t help but smile. It felt good to be that full. And it felt good to have a relaxing, peaceful dinner amongst a bunch of local families instead of a bunch of rowdy, ne’er do well bikers.

  I glanced over at Raze, who was squinting his eyes across the room. Something was up. I could feel it.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked him.

  He said nothing, so I instinctually flipped my head around to see what he was looking at. I couldn’t see for sure because it was clear across the diner, but I was pretty sure sitting in a booth in the corner was the blonde biker from the night before. He was wearing a hat and a thick, black, leather jacket, but I was pretty sure it was him.

  “Is that…?” I asked as I flipped back around.

  “I think so,” Raze said. “Act casual.”

  Raze pulled some cash out of his wallet and slipped it under the empty apple pie plate for Margie. He eyed the side exit and nodded towards me. I knew what was about to happen. We were going to make a break for it.

  I grabbed my purse and slipped it over my shoulder as we slowly slid out of our booth. We tried to casually slip out the side exit, Raze doing eye scans around the room the entire time. The moment we got outside, we saddled up and hit the road.

  I was pretty sure the blonde guy hadn’t seen us. Maybe it wasn’t even him? It would be pretty crazy if he followed us from Colorado to Nevada and we didn’t notice, but then again, this was a networked biker gang. He had connections and ample resources, and we were outnumbered.

  I tried not to think too much about it as I held on tight to Raze’s strong, upper body. I let the wind rustle my hair and focused on the vibrations beneath me and the passing white and yellow lines on the road that all seemed to blur together into one.

  CHAPTER 9

  Hours later, we settled into an older Holiday Inn on the outskirts of Reno, Nevada. The town was a little more populated than the other hole in the wall towns we’d cruised through, and I felt a little relieved to have that cushion of anonymity. I felt like we could blend in a little more and maybe be a little harder to find in a town with more than 1,000 people.

  The halls of the motel smelled a bit like chemicals from the indoor pool, but it was comforting in a way. It reminded me of family vacations we took when I was a kid. We never had enough money to really go anywhere, so my parents would rent a hotel room for us from time to time and let us swim in the pool. Those were our family vacations.

  “I love the smell of chlorine,” I said with a childish grin.

  Raze laughed and looked at me like I was crazy.

  “Maybe we can take a swim later?” I asked.

  “We don’t have suits,” he said.

  “If it’s late enough, maybe we’ll have the pool to ourselves and we won’t need suits?” I proposed, flashing him a wink and a smile.

  “I like the way you think, Mia,” he winked back. “If it’s all the same to you, I really just want to relax for a bit.”

  He swiped the card and the light on the door flashed from red to green before emitting a loud beep. We walked into the room, which was freezing cold, and flipped on the lights. I flung myself on the cool, scratchy comforter and kicked my shoes off. It felt good to be on something stationary for once.

  Raze crashed on the second Queen bed in the room, spreading his arms and legs wide out. I could imagine how sore he must have been from all the riding we’d been doing. We were about to go on day three now of being on the run, and it was nothing short of exhausting.

  I leaned up with my head resting on my hand and watched the rise and fall of his chest as he laid quietly across the room. We may have been painfully tired, but it still didn’t stop me from wanting to jump his bones. My eyes traced his square jaw, his perfect hairline, his buff arms, and his strong hands and landed south on the bulge of his pants.

  I climbed off my bed and walked over to his, standing before him. It took him a bit but he cocked one eye open and seemed a bit startled.

  “Oh, I think I dozed off,” he said.

  “Can I lay with you?” I asked in a sweet, baby-like coo.

  “Of course,” he said as he scooted over and patted the space next to him.

  I crawled on top of the bed and nuzzled into the crook of his beefy arm. He pulled me in close to him, and I buried my face in his neck. He smelled like the days’ ride – like sun and wind and exhaust.

  My arm slid over his abs and rested down along his belt line. I couldn’t help but wonder if he had an ounce of energy left in him at all. I stuck one finger on the inside of his waist line and watched his face to gauge his reaction. I saw one eyebrow raise, which I took as a good sign, so I proceeded to stick the rest of my hand down his pants. I found the opening in his boxers and pulled out his cock, which was beginning to harden. I massaged it gently until it was almost full-throttle and then I sat up to unbuckle his pants the rest of the way.

  Once I had full access to his cock, I leaned down and placed my wet mouth around it. I loved his cock. It was perfect – not too thick and not too small. The salty taste of his soft foreskin filled my mouth as my tongue worked its way around his shaft. I cupped his balls in one hand while the other hand massaged the base of his dick. I glanced up to watch him for a split second and his eyes were pinched tight and then released. He seemed completely relaxed and in the moment and concentrating on all the work I was doing down below.

  He grew bigger and bigger and soon filled my mouth completely. He reached down with his left hand and grabbed a handful of my hair, pushing my head down deeper on his cock. He almost gagged me a few times, but I went with it. He really seemed to be into throat fucking, and I was fine with that.

  He tapped my shoulder after a bit and motioned for me to get up. He sat up and peeled my tank top off then unhooked my bra. He leaned down and placed one pert nipple in his mouth as he massaged the other with his hand. I could smell the heat radiating off the top of his head, and I braced myself on my hands as I tossed my head back.

  His hands began working their way down my sides, stopping at my shorts to unbutton them. He peeled those off me as well, followed by my panties, and laid back. I straddled him, his throbbing cock beneath my swollen pussy, and leaned down to kiss him. I loved Raze’s kisses. They were hard and passionate, but yet tender at the same time. No man had ever kissed me the way Raze did.

  His hand gripped fistfuls of my hair as his mouth pressed hard against mine.

  “I want you inside me,” I whispered, nearly out of breath from our make out session.

  He sat up a bit and flipped me over to my back, his hands spreading my knees as far apart as they would stretch. He slid his boxers the rest of the way off and positioned himself between my spread. My delicate hands were a stark contrast against his thick, buff chest. His skin was smooth and soft and covered in tattoos that made no sense to me, but I was sure they all had some sort of meaning to him.

  He reached down and wrapped his meaty hand around his cock, positioning the head at my pussy. Without warning, he shoved it deep inside me with one, giant thrust.

  “Ah,” I called out as it slid inside me, spreading my insides as far as they’d go.

  Raze grabbed my hands and raised them above my hand, clasping my wrists together with one hand as his hips thrusted against mine. My breasts bounced with each thrust, and his eyes never left mine, not even for a second.

  His mouth lowered down onto my breasts and he lavished each one with licks, bites, and sucks as he continued plowing my pussy. />
  I completely relaxed every fiber of my being and gave myself wholly to him. My body was his. My heart was his. I was his.

  After several more minutes of hardcore fucking, I felt his cock begin to pulse and his body stiffen. He unloaded himself into me, but I had a feeling he was unloading a lot more than his seed. He collapsed on top of me, freeing my wrists, and rolled over on the bed.

  His arms rested on his belly as he attempted to catch his breath. I closed my legs and spread out a little bit. My body was hot and sticky, and I needed to cool off. As we laid there, naked and heaving, he rolled back over to me and placed one hand down at my pussy. His thick, meaty fingers slipped between my slit, and he placed two of them inside me.