by Harley Stone
Her breathing was labored.
“You’re not supposed to escape,” she said, snuggling against me.
“But it’s my turn now,” I said.
With her still impaled on my cock, I stood and wrapped her legs around my waist. Her eyes went wide as I walked her over to the wall. Then, pinning her against the wall for leverage, I taught her a thing or two about how to fuck someone.
Holding open her legs, I buried myself even deeper inside her.
She gasped and threw her head back.
“You can fuck me anytime you want, baby.” I pulled out, and then buried myself in her again. “But know that I will get mine, too.” In and out, slow but hard. “You do know that though, don’t you? You like teasing me so I will pound your pussy.”
I pulled out slower this time, and then slammed into her again.
A moan spilled from her lips.
I steadied her, pulled out slowly and slammed in again.
She grunted.
“What’s wrong, princess? Too hard for you?”
Her eyes sprang open, challenging and full of intelligence. “I’m not a princess, asshole.”
She squeezed the walls of her cunt around me and I swear I almost came.
“I’m not some delicate girl who can’t handle you,” she said, once again digging her nails into my shoulders. “So, feel free to take off the kid gloves and fuck me for real.”
She was going to be the death of me, but what a way to go. “Remember, you want me to stop, just snap.”
“Same goes for you, pretty boy.”
I snaked one hand up to her neck and gave her a little squeeze. Her eyes bugged.
“Careful, Em. You’re in my house now, and unlike your neighbors, I want mine to hear you scream.”
Releasing her neck, I wrapped my arms around her body and peeled her off the wall. My dick still buried deep inside her, I walked her to the bed and set her down. Kneeling between her legs, I slid my shoulders under her thighs, grabbed her ass, and slid her body to the edge of the bed. The I dropped down and started feasting on her pussy.
She tasted like home.
I licked, sucked, nipped, and tongue-fucked another orgasm out of her before turning her over on her knees and sliding back inside her. Alternating between pulling her hair and squeezing her breasts, I pounded her from behind. Building momentum, my hands drifted down to her hips, holding her tight for leverage.
Her walls clenched around me again, and I slapped her ass. She cried out my name and came, lowering her head to the mattress and sticking her backside even higher in the air. I settled one foot on the bed and changed my position to drive myself even deeper. A few more hard strokes, and I was done for. My balls clenched, I kept right on going until I found my own release ripped a shout from me.
When we were both finished, I picked Emily up and carried her into the shower. We washed up, fucked, and washed up again. Then, I dried us both off and carried her to bed. Thoroughly exhausted, I pulled her against me and held her there. She relaxed and kissed my arm before drifting off to sleep.
Content, I watched her, thinking about how goddamn perfect she looked in my bed.
Emily
SORE AND TIRED, I dragged my butt out of Link’s bed Friday morning and went to work with Bull in tow. We stopped by a coffee shop on the way in for lattes and donuts, and stuffing both into my face made me feel almost human again. At least it did until I walked into the office and Jayson handed me the request for a reciprocal discovery from Mayor Kinlan’s attorney.
Jayson and I prepared the paperwork, and then I spent the next few hours on the phone with clients. Since Tuesday would now be a court day, I had to rearrange my entire schedule, making Friday way busier than it should have been. We ate lunch in the office, and around four, we locked up and called it a day. By the time I got back to the station, there had to be at least fifty bikes and half a dozen cars parked in the lot and on the surrounding street.
“What’s going on?” I asked Bull as he took his helmet off.
He shrugged, scanning the outside of the building as he swung his leg over the bike. “Your guess is as good as mine. You should probably stay close to me, though.”
Because I liked Bull, I didn’t tell him how lame that sounded.
We walked in the front door and were met with a crowd of rowdy bikers, which wasn’t surprising since we had basically crashed their clubhouse. What did surprise me was the number of women and children mingled in with the beards and tattoos.
A smiling silver-haired woman with kind eyes and a friendly smile approached me. “You must be Emily,” she said, pulling me in for a quick, somewhat awkward hug. “We’ve heard so much about you.”
With no clue who she was or why she’d just hugged me, I said, “I’m sorry, I…”
“I’m Margo. Jake’s old lady.”
Still, nothing registered. I shook my head.
“Oh, you haven’t met Jake.” She stood on her tip-toes and looked around. “We’ll fix that right now. I know he can’t wait to meet you. There he is, over talking with Sage.”
Sage sounded familiar. Certain he’d been one of the men I’d interviewed about Havoc, I searched the crowd. Before I saw anyone I recognized, Margo grabbed my hand and tugged me through the throng of people. We stopped in front of two familiar faces: one I’d interviewed, and one was framed in Link’s office. He was older now, bearded, his eyebrows were thicker, his body more relaxed, but he still had the same intense eyes. Link’s eyes.
“Jake, this is Emily,” Margo introduced us.
I held out my hand, but he dismissed it and hugged me. “Damn good to meet you, Emily. I remember your grandpa. Andrew was a good man. I couldn’t have gotten this place finished without him. I was sorry to hear about the cancer.”
I thanked him, not knowing what else to say.
He asked after my grandmother and I assured him she was fine.
“What’s going on here?” I asked. “Why all the people?”
“The old ladies are always lookin’ for a reason to throw a party. They heard Havoc’s home and threw together a potluck. Hope you’re hungry, because they always make too much damn food.”
I started to ask what the heck old ladies were, but something he’d said registered and gave me pause. “Wait, Havoc’s home?” I asked.
“Yeah. Link bailed him out this morning.”
Strange, since there were only four more days until Havoc’s trial. I started to ask Jake about it, but figured it would be a conversation best reserved for Link, and not in a crowded room.
“Hey, I see you two met Emily,” Link said, sidling up to me.
His hand snaked up to the back of my neck and pulled me against him, kissing me deeply. Shocked that he was showing such an outrageous level of PDA in front of his parents, who I’d just met, I planted my palms on his chest and shoved. He laughed in my mouth and gave me one more peck on the lips before releasing me.
“I’m gonna go find the man of the hour, but I’ll be back,” he said, smacking me on the ass before he walked away.
My face felt like it was on fire. “I’m so sorry,” I told his parents.
“What for?” Jake asked, trying to act nonchalant, but the twinkle in his eyes said differently. He elbowed his wife. “See. Told ya.”
Margo’s eyes were wide. A slow smile stretched across her face. “Yes, you sure did, but I didn’t believe it. I still can’t hardly believe it.”
Since they were both staring at me, I felt like I should be let in on the conversation. “What?” I asked.
“Oh, honey, Link’s not like that with anyone,” Margo said. “I’m surprised he hasn’t put a property patch on you yet.”
“Property patch?”
“Come with me. We need to chat.”
She whispered something to Jake, and then grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd, picking up a few other ladies along the way. By the time we made it to Link’s office, there were four of them, all of which appeared to be
between their early forties and late fifties wearing leather vests like the men. Margo made introductions and then got right down to business, turning around so I could see the back of her vest.
“This is a property patch.”
Patches in the middle of her back marked her as property of Jake. So many questions bubbled in my mind, but I blurted out the first one I could form. “Property of Jake? Isn’t that a tad bit demeaning?”
Every single woman in the room said some variation of the word no.
“Not at all.” Margo gave me another smile. “We’re not like the rest of the world here. We follow our own rules and our society has a different way of looking at things. This here’s more like a ring to the bikers than a physical band of gold. When a man gives you his property patch, he’s making it clear that you’re his woman and he’s your man. You’re expected to be faithful, but so is he.”
“Besides,” a woman named Amy added. “The patch gives you a measure of respect. I remember when I got mine, I was amazed at the way the guys all changed around me. They treat me like a sister now, and whatever I need, I can ask. If it’s in their power, they’ll do it. They were there when our kids were born, when Tank had surgery on his shoulder and I needed someone to mow the lawn and help around the house, and anytime we’ve needed anything.”
“It’s like a big dysfunctional family,” Molly agreed. “Being an old lady makes you part of the family.”
“An old lady?” I asked.
“I know it sounds derogatory, but it’s not,” Amy said.
“Trust us when we tell you there is nothing but respect behind the patch, and the title,” Margo added. “But stick around long enough, and you’ll see that for yourself. I’m just happy to see Link finally interested in someone. Emily, if you have any other questions, now would be the time to ask.”
“But do it quickly,” a woman named Sunny said, glancing at the clock. “We gotta get out there and feed them soon or they’ll be gnawing on the furniture.”
I had plenty of questions, but none that I was comfortable enough to voice, so I followed the women out of the office and helped them in the kitchen. They each shared the story of how they met their “old man,” and their first impression of the Dead Presidents as a whole. The stories had us all laughing while we worked, and anytime one of the men poked his head in to check on us we’d quiet down like a bunch of gossiping school girls.
For the first time in a long time, I felt like I belonged in a group. Never in a million years would I have expected that sense of belonging to come from a motorcycle club.
We served dinner, drank entirely too much, and the party raged on until well after midnight. Most of the older crew left, taking their sweet old ladies with them. Eventually, Link stood, pulling me up beside him.
“’Bout time we head upstairs too,” he said, nibbling at my neck.
The remaining bikers hooted and hollered, like they had every time a man left with a woman. My cheeks heated, but when Link wrapped his arm around my waist and hefted me up over his shoulder, I actually enjoyed it. That feeling of belonging only intensified, shocking the heck out of me. He turned in a circle, swatting my ass to get a few more cheers from his men before heading up the stairs.
That night, there was more than sex between us. Something had changed, and I felt it in the loving way his hands caressed my body and his tongue danced with mine. We made love for the first time ever. It was sweet, sensual, and beautiful, and by the time I fell asleep, I knew this thing between me and Link was about way more than the case.
Soon, Havoc’s trial would be over, but I had every intention of staying in my sexy biker’s life.
***
My phone pealed at six twenty-three a.m., interrupting my Saturday morning sleep-in. Still buzzed from last night’s party, I fumbled with the covers, finally throwing them off so I could reach my phone on the other side of the nightstand. I didn’t recognize the phone number, but answered anyway.
“Hello?”
Link stirred beside me.
“Emily,” Grandma said, her voice sounding strange. “I’m sorry to call so early, dear.”
I knuckled my eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall, confirming what my phone said. Yep. Too damn early for a Saturday morning phone call. My grandmother was far too considerate to call so early, so I knew something must be up.
“That’s all right Grandma. Is something wrong?”
“Remember when you were in middle school and you saw your friend… what was her name? Oh shoot, I can’t remember. But you saw her stealing from a teacher and you asked me what you should do? Remember?”
“Yes.” A shiver went up my spine and I pulled the blankets over me. “Why?”
“Remember what I told you?”
Something was definitely wrong. Ice filled my veins, freezing the remaining alcohol and making it possible for me to think.
“What’s going on?” Link asked.
I couldn’t worry about him right now. I held up a finger.
“Yes,” I said into the phone. “You told me doing the right thing sometimes hurts someone you love, but at the end of the day you need to be able to look yourself in the mirror and know you were true to yourself.”
“I need you to promise me you’re still that little girl.”
“Why, Grandma? What’s happening?” An overwhelming sense of dread stung my eyes.
Link sat closer, wrapping his arm around my waist.
“What are you telling her?” a male voice I didn’t recognize asked from the other side of the phone.
“Grandma? Who’s there with you?”
“Promise me, Emily.”
“Cut that shit out and say what the boss told you to say,” the man growled.
“I love you, sweet girl. There hasn’t been a day in your life that I wasn’t proud of you. Your parents would be so amazed at the woman you’ve beco—”
There was a loud smack. Grandma cried out, but the sound was immediately muffled.
My heart lurched into my throat. “Grandma!” I shouted. I listened, but couldn’t hear her at all. “Grandma!”
“Calm down,” the unfamiliar man said. “That old bitch is just fine. Despite the trouble she’s caused me, she’ll stay that way as long as you do what you were told to do. If not, you’ll never see her again.”
The phone clicked off.
Shocked, I stared at it.
“Em? What did she say? I need you to tell me everything.”
Link’s arm anchored me to him. To life. How much had he heard? I couldn’t say it aloud, because that would make it far too real.
Grandma.
What had she said? The phone call replayed in my mind. The smacking noise made my stomach roil. Had he hit my grandmother? Some asshole had taken my grandmother and hit her?
It was too much. I sprang from the bed and started pacing. How dare he! It had to be someone the mayor sent. I’d find him and I’d… I’d…
“Em.”
Link stood in front of me, his hands on either side, blocking me from moving.
“Listen. We’re going to find her, so I need you to tell me exactly what she said.”
“I think that bastard hit her.”
Link rubbed my arms. “I know. We’ll make him pay, I swear. But right now I need you to focus, sweetheart. What did they say?”
Barely keeping it together, I relayed the entire conversation. As I’d suspected, saying it out loud made it sink in. Some unknown man had my grandma and had threatened her life.
“She is in her seventies. What sort of monster would drag her into this? I’ve been so careful with her. Nobody but Jayson even knows where she lives.” More ice filled my veins. “Shit. Jay.”
“Call him,” Link said, handing me my phone.
I dialed Jayson, while Link stepped away and made a call of his own. When Jayson didn’t answer, I dialed again. Then again. Finally, his groggy voice answered.
“This better be good, Em. I was in the middle of the bes
t dream. There were all these hot pool boys and—”
“But you’re okay?” I asked, interrupting him.
“Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Someone kidnapped Grandma.”
“What? When?”
Link returned and held out his hand. I gave him my phone and he put it to his ear.
“We’ll fill you in when you get here, Jay,” he said. “Bull’s gonna come get you. Pack a bag, because you’ll be staying at the station until after the trial.”
He hung up and handed me back my phone. “Text Bull Jayson’s address.”
Link stepped away and made another phone call. This one to someone named Crow. As he filled Crow in on what was happening, I sent a quick text to Bull, and then resumed pacing and worrying about Grandma. Link thanked Crow, hung up, and joined me.
“Who’s Crow?” I asked, more to distract my mind from the fact my grandmother was in danger than anything.
“The president of the Dogs of Fire club down in Portland, and a good friend. He’s sending up Booker and Hawk to help us find your grandmother. Booker’s a computer whiz who’ll work with Morse, and Hawk’s a bounty hunter. Give me a second, baby. I’ve gotta make another call.”
Link spoke to Wasp about putting together an emergency meeting before hanging up and pulling me against him.
“Talk to me, Em. Tell me what’s going on in that amazing brain of yours.”
A tear rolled down my cheek, leaving a hot trail behind. Grandma. I felt so lost knowing she was in danger. “I know what she wants me to do, but I don’t think I can do it.”
“Tell me what she meant about your friend,” he said.
“In middle school I caught Julie Long stealing from a teacher.”
“You turned her in, didn’t you?” Link asked. I couldn’t tell if it was pride or disgust in his tone. Probably a bit of both.
Yep, I’d ratted out my friend, but there were circumstances. “I… Ms. Raymore was a widow living alone on a teacher’s salary while Julie’s family had all kinds of money. I realize now that she was just a spoiled little mean girl, but back then she was one of my closest friends. She got suspended, and I felt awful. But there was no way I could have kept my mouth shut.”
