by Debra Kayn
Her mother laughed, but the sound came out bitter. "I'm in solitary. Why would you believe I've heard anything?"
Kurt waited and remained quiet. Risa watched her mother. Kurt needed answers, but Risa was not going to help him. She wanted nothing to do with the dynamics of prison life or her mother.
"I've heard talk about a move to push their supplies farther inland than the west coast. They'd like to keep it all in the family if you know what I'm saying. Whether that's greed or the growth of business making the demands to spread out, I wouldn't know." Her mother glanced over at the door where the officer stood out of earshot. "I have no idea where they're looking to spread their poison. I'm limited on what I learn."
"Thank you." Kurt took Risa's hand and placed it on his thigh. "One more question. What's Lagsturns Motorcycle Club's involvement with the Mexican mafia and Los Li?"
Her mother shook her head. "That I don't know. We had a woman here from Lagsturns, ten, maybe fifteen years ago, but she's gone and we haven't had any more members come visit."
Kurt waited a couple of minutes and stood. "Let's go, angel."
She glanced at the clock, hesitating. They still had ten minutes left.
Kurt slipped his hand around her neck, forcing her gaze on him. "We're done here. I'm not going to allow you to sit here, miserable, when your mom doesn't have the heart to wish her only daughter a happy birthday. "
Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. The air in her lungs depleted, she stared up at Kurt, wishing she could take back the last minute. She wanted to leave with the safety of knowing her mother had no idea she put any importance on her or her birthday.
"It's your birthday?" Lou Lou sat forward.
She glanced between her mother and Kurt. Caught in a nightmare, she found it impossible to answer her mom. How could a mother not know the day she gave birth to her only child?
"You do not even exist." Kurt spoke to her mom. "If you had one ounce of empathy running through your veins, you'd know your daughter only visits you on her birthday and Christmas. I'll never understand why she feels a need to spend two days of the year with a person who can't even see what a gift she's got right in front of her. Lady, I'll make damn sure Risa knows how special she is, and that she's loved by me and her Bantorus MC family. You've ruined her past, but I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you don't infect her future."
Risa gawked at Kurt. For a man of few words, he had a lot to say in her defense.
Love? She opened her mouth, and he pulled her out of her chair.
"Not here. Do not question anything I have to say in front of that woman. That's between you and me." He led her toward the door.
"Wait." She planted her feet. "I need to put cash into her account."
"Angel..." His mouth tightened.
"I'll just be a second." She turned around before she could change her mind.
After the good deed was done, they walked silently out of the building. Halfway to Kurt's Harley, she tugged his arm and stopped him. "You love me?"
He rocked back on his heels. "Out of everything I said, you picked up on that?"
"Uh, yeah." She fisted his T-shirt. "You love me?"
"Angel, haven't you been listening? You're my woman. You and me." He stepped closer and wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. "A biker doesn't take just any woman on the back of his bike unless he's willing to put his life down for her. I love you."
She held on to his admittance, for today, and hopefully tomorrow. He gave her the happiness growing inside of her.
She laughed, overwhelmed with emotions. There was more than one reason why she'd agreed to be with him, to be his woman, to support him. She wasn't sure what love was until she witnessed him standing up for her without being asked and making her feel special, when even her own mother couldn't dig up enough feelings to know it was her birthday.
"I love you too, my man," she said, kissing him with all the passion he'd created in her.
In front of security cameras and what felt like the whole world, she jumped up into his arms, wrapped her legs around his waist, and kissed him deep. Consumed with love, she wanted to make sure he never stopped loving her.
Kurt's shoulders quaked and lips thinned through his laughter. She pulled back and framed his face in her hands. "Take me home."
"Right." He grinned. "We have a birthday to celebrate."
She sobered. "No, that's not necess—"
He shut her up with one determined look. "It's the future, angel. Leave your past behind."
"It's a nice thought, but it's not that easy." She thumbed his bottom lip. "I would much rather go home with you, check on my girls, and then close myself in your bedroom for the rest of the night."
"We can do that." He kissed her quick. "Let's roll."
She slid off his body and followed him to the motorcycle. He was right. From here on out, she was the old lady to the president of Bantorus MC, Federal charter. She was going to love him with everything she had, because she was tired of denying herself the happiness she deserved.
Chapter Twenty One
The girls danced around Risa. She held her arms up in the air and joined in the fun. The drinks flowed freely, and put her at ease. Along with her birthday celebration—her first one ever, not counting dinner out with Nate before he passed away, and the girls excited about their new position as Bantorus bitches, there was a lot going on that helped push the bad things happening out of her mind.
Shari bumped her butt against Risa, and together they undulated in perfect harmony. She laughed, throwing her arm around her friend. All these years, and she'd never joined in on their fun. Sure, she hung out with them, ate a ton of food, and commiserated about periods, bloating, and the lack of available men in Federal, but she'd never lowered her guard enough to share any information about herself.
Jojo handed her the tequila bottle. She sipped and passed the drink to Monica. Overheated, she fanned her short tank top out on her stomach and let the air cool her body.
Somehow, the bikers had surprised her and the girls with sacks of clothing this morning. It wasn't a closet full, but there were enough clothes to get through the week before doing laundry, and that's all that mattered. How they knew the right sizes or style mystified her. All Kurt said was that they'd be taken care of, and that'd come true.
Besides the essentials of makeup, hair supplies, and toothbrushes, Risa received more shorts than she could wear throughout the summer. Kurt had no idea how fast winter arrived in Northern Idaho. Though she loved the way he spoiled her, and even loved it more that he enjoyed seeing her legs.
Kurt looked up from the men talking at the bar and watched her. She danced her way around the girls and toward him. He'd had enough time to talk business. Every time the girls pulled her away, he'd buried his head in the group of men.
They'd decided earlier that she'd wait to inform the girls of the added security, so as not to spoil the good mood over their new living arrangements tonight.
Kurt held out his hand, and the men parted, slinking off to the women. She twined her fingers with his, and danced in front of him.
"What if I told you I was ready to blow this joint, and slip up to your bedroom?" She planted her hands on his stomach, swaying her body. "I could dance for you naked."
Kurt's eyes warmed. "How about I give you your birthday present first?"
"I'd return it and put the money back in your wallet when you weren't looking." She kissed the underside of his jaw, loving the way his whiskers tickled her lips. "You can't buy me."
"We'll see about that." He backed her across the room, until they entered the hallway, then he spanked her ass. "Get upstairs, undress, and wait for me."
She looked over her shoulder. "What are you going to do?"
"I need to make a quick phone call." His smile was tight and fake. "Go on."
She hurried up the stairs, into the room, and shucked all her clothes. Closing her eyes, she stood in the dark and let herself absorb everything th
at happened. Her cheeks hurt for how much she smiled today, but Kurt never let go of his responsibilities.
If someone asked her this morning if today would be the best day of her life, she would've broken down and cried. Thrust into danger, her possessions turned to ashes, and visiting her mother were not activities she wanted to write down as a memorable day. But, Kurt asked her to be his old lady, her new family gave her a party, and within the confines of the club, she could forget about being Lou Lou Kohl's daughter.
The door creaked opened. "Angel?"
"Here." She opened her eyes and spotted the dark form in the doorway. "I'm naked."
He chuckled. "You're also drunk."
"That too." She sat down on the edge of the bed. "Blissfully happy, my man."
"Hold that thought." He shut the door.
The soft rustle of clothes coming off left her shivering in anticipation. He stood in front of her and poked her in the head. "Damn. Sorry. I can't see in the dark."
She scooted back on the bed, rolled, and turned on the lamp, casting a soft glow in the room. She moaned at the sight of him. Never had a man's body taken her by surprise every single time she saw him completely naked.
He was art.
He was beautiful.
Kurt placed his knee on the mattress and lunged for her. He captured her lips. She kissed him back. His tongue, rough and warm, sweet and silky, caressed her. So involved with the kiss, she barely noticed when he moved her to the other side of him, spread her legs, and brushed his fingers along her slit.
She raised her leg, hooking it over his hip. His hand rubbed down the inside of her thigh, and back up over her leg, and then cupping her ass, pulled her closer. "Kneel over me, and grab the headboard, angel."
She pushed herself to her knees, lifted one leg over him, and watched him scoot himself down. "Oh, Lord," she whispered, figuring out what he planned to do.
Her hands barely grasped the bed frame, when that same warm, raspy mouth she enjoyed kissing, landed on her sex. Vulnerable and incredibly turned on, she let her head fall forward and closed her eyes.
Her embarrassment over kneeling above Kurt's mouth was soon forgotten when he hooked her thighs with his arms and held her down on him. His tongue dipped between her folds, stroking the tiny button hidden between them. She trembled in pleasure, and caught herself moving against Kurt's hold.
Every time she shifted, he groaned and increased the pressure. He couldn't possible enjoy this as much as she did. She moaned gyrating her hips, eliciting another grunt from Kurt before he took possession of her again.
Okay, she was wrong. He enjoyed doing this to her a lot. She caught her lip between her teeth and let herself move in the way it felt good for her. The wild gyrations against his tongue left her wetter. Kurt palmed her ass, holding on for the ride.
She cried out, and the pleasurable sound spurred his rough, strong fingers to sink inside of her. Back and forth, he scissored his fingers. The slight drumming inside of her, caused by him, took her higher. Her toes curled, and she could no longer control her movements. She rode his face with abandonment
"Oh, God." She panted, warning him she was going to come.
He owned her, never letting her slip back down, but took her farther until her insides spasmed in pleasure and she ground herself against his mouth. He absorbed the sound, continued to lick her, and extended her orgasm to an unbelievable length.
She couldn't move. Not one inch. She was here. In his bedroom. Belonging to him. That's all that mattered to her.
When her legs grew weak and she dropped her hands to the mattress, Kurt scooted out from under her and disappeared into the attached bathroom. She let herself fall to the bed. Her muscles refused to work and her eyes stayed closed.
The sound of water lulled her into staying where she was. Content and satisfied, she smiled against the comforter.
Kurt returned to the bed and straddled the back of her thighs. His hands landed on her back and began circling the bare surface. "Relax."
She sighed in exhaustion. "This isn't real."
"It's real." He massaged his fingers into her back, eliciting a groan. "We're not done yet, but rest for a moment. I want you begging for me when I'm done."
Well. Okay. Who was she to argue with him?
It wasn't every day she had a glorious naked man sitting on the back of her thighs. His warm flesh against her, letting her know he wasn't leaving. His hands worked magic to her body, which she thought was dead to the world, but apparently wide-awake for the biker named Kurt Ramchett.
Every cell in her body stretched and danced for attention at the way Kurt manipulated her body. Her sex pulsed and dampened. She'd stay right here in bed forever, if her body would be content to take everything Kurt gave her.
But, she was a giver too.
She moved her arm down to her side, touched his leg and rubbed her fingers along his thigh. The roughness and sprinkling of hair even turned her on.
"Not yet." He grabbed both of her wrists, and spread her arms straight out to the sides. "Leave them there."
At his mercy, she closed her eyes. If she concentrated, she could hear the low vibrations from the music downstairs. The thought that the others were in the building, having a good time, and putting all the bad news behind them pleased her. They deserved a night with no chaos and worry.
So did Kurt.
He changed from rubbing to skimming his fingertips down her spine. Goosebumps broke out over her arms and she shivered. He continued tickling her back. The warm glow he'd created in her through the back massage turned to craving him.
He teased.
He tortured.
He drove her crazy.
Several fingers trailed down her sides, over her ribs, and past the flare of her hips. Her body curved with his touch like a kitten stretching in approval.
Her nipples peaked. Her muscles tensed. Her mind imagined all the wonderful things he could do to her if she turned around. She stretched, arching her ass.
He tickled her spine, from her neck clear down to her butt. She laughed softly, tensing at the extremely profound sensation.
Kurt chuckled and scratched the surface of her back with his blunt fingernails, erasing the tickles he'd placed on her skin. Her heart raced, and she squirmed underneath him. He'd put her senses on high alert. Unable to stay still any longer, she pushed against the bed.
In a move she wasn't expecting, he flipped her over and pinned her legs to the bed. She gazed up at him, wanting to put her arms around him, but one look in aroused eyes, and her arms stayed flat on the mattress.
A smile came through the warmth in his gaze. "My angel."
His hot hands roamed over her stomach, her ribs, and cupped her breasts. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and waited.
He dipped his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
His teeth gently bit, his tongue lavished the tiny nerves, and his mouth drew a moan from deep in her soul. Then he pulled back and his breath warmed her damp skin.
"Perfect," he mumbled, his hand slipped down her stomach and parted her legs.
He lifted off her, and then settled between her spread thighs. She arched into him. There was nothing sexier than gazing up at the man she loved and seeing his approval.
Kurt kissed the center of her abdomen.
She combed her fingers through his hair, sweeping the long hair out of his face. The wet tip of his tongue continued to flick over her skin. Moans and whines filled the room, and she realized they were all coming from her.
Kurt slid his hands underneath her ass, lifted, and pulled her closer. The tip of his hardness pressed into her sex. She was so wet, she not only felt the slow slide into her body, but heard it.
He dropped his weight down on her, filling her completely, and yet remained still and not moving. "I'm not a man who thinks ahead or even thinks at all about buying you a real gift for your birthday, angel. Can't say I'll change and there won't be times I fall short on knowing what you
need. But, I can promise you, you'll never want anything from me that I can't give you. So, know that this...what we're doing here...you can always have whenever you want, and I'll do my damnedest to make sure you're happy."
"You're everything I'd ever want, my man," she said.
He ground himself against her, working his long length inside of her. She pulsed around him, squeezing her inner muscles, and moving her hips.
Kurt groaned, and the deep vibration set her off. She grasped his muscled biceps, pushing her pelvis higher, taking him deeper.
"Jesus, angel." He thrust.
Flesh met flesh. She panted, flying high on feelings. "Kurt."
He lowered himself, kissing her. She raked her nails over his back.
She moved.
He moved.
They were out of rhythm, clashing, erratic, violent, and desperate.
"Yes," she said, hissing out a breath.
He leveraged himself on his elbows, moving his hips like a machine. "Fuck, yes."
Both of them anchored together, pumping hard, and reaching.
Her orgasm came from a place of wonder. She screamed his name, throwing her arms around his neck, and letting him have every little jolt of pleasure he'd created.
Kurt stiffened, his body hard as a rock, and shuddered in her arms. She swallowed the lump of emotions in her throat. Whether it was nerves over learning Los Li was in Federal and coming after Bantorus, or the guilt at seeing her mother in prison, or the overwhelming sense that she didn't deserve a man like Kurt, she wasn't sure what caused the tears to leak out from underneath her eyelids.
Kurt pulled his head off the slope of her shoulder. "Are you crying again?"
"No." She sniffed.
"Angel," he whispered. "Please tell me those are happy tears."
She smiled, stroking his cheek. "The very best tear."
Only something as beautiful as Kurt and how he treated her could elicit a lifetime worth of stored tears from her. She didn't mind the emotions that came after having sex with Kurt, because he was worth every single one, and more.
Chapter Twenty Two
