The Biker's Protection - Book 3 (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club)

by Fox, Regina

“What are you doing here?” she asked, groggily.

  “I’m here to make fucking sure no one lays a hand on you.”

  He sounded so protective, and it made her feel safe knowing he was there.

  “Thanks for the offer, but I’m very well protected tonight.”

  “I know. But I still had to come.”

  “You have to be wiped out,” said she said, stroking the hair from his face.

  “Fuck yeah,” he said. “But making sure you’re okay. It’s my top priority.”

  “So what’s going on?”

  “Huge fire. Intentionally set.”

  “Do you guys know right away if it’s been intentionally set?” she asked. “Or does it take a while to figure out all the clues?”

  “Sometimes yes, and sometimes no,” he answered. “They knew right away with this one.”

  Savannah felt as though she were immersed in total security. What could be safer than to have gorgeous, brawny biker next to her?

  “I can’t fucking stop thinking about you,” he said.

  “I can’t either. All I keep thinking about is how good it’s going to feel to have you inside me, pounding me, licking me, and tasting me.”

  “Shit. Don’t talk like that. Or I’m going throw you up against that wall and kiss you.”

  “Then do it, already. Throw me down and have your way with me. I’ll fuck you wherever you want.”

  He just looked at me with lust in his eyes.

  “I’m ready, wet, and waiting,” she said.

  And that’s all it took to get him turned on. His lips crashed into her. Immediately, her whole insides stirred. They coiled up with arousal, winding and winding with anticipation. She squirmed on the mattress in the sheets, writhing to position herself for his access. His hardness grazed her as he lifted himself above her. He traced her body, letting his fingertips glide on the peaks and valleys of her frame. Savannah was a petite woman but a voluptuous one. She had curves where she needed them most and was pleasantly slight where it was most flattering.

  Foley’s large palm cupped the full weight of her breast. He lowered his mouth to her like he knew her. The heat of his mouth as his tongue lathed her pebbling nipple wired to her core. She practically thrashed against him with urgency. Every part of her cried out for him.

  He pressed his lips on hers. Savannah received his kiss hungrily. The soft tendrils of his long hair fell forward and tickled her faces. He tasted and smelled so wonderful. She extended her tongue into his mouth, yearning to touch every part of him. To join with him. As their mouths ravished one another, their hands groped and felt.

  Foley’s ripped torso was like touching finely carved wood. He was so smooth, hard and chiseled. She could see him with her fingertips, every contact forming a clear image in her mind. She let her hands glide over his back and down the curves of his magnificent buttocks. Her fingers teased the crevice there before she pressed and urged.

  He lifted up so he could look at her. The light of the moon and the security light spilled into the room though muted by the gauzy curtains of her window. There was just enough light on her milky white skin. She could see on his face that he was pleased with what he saw. It would be a short-lived sleep. In just a few hours, he would be called back out. He skimmed her body with feathery fingertips exhilarating her. Enervating her. All the electric touches coiled in her belly, readying her more and more.

  His fingers found her center. He kneaded the slick entrance of her body and penetrated her. His fingers were warm and firm inside of her. She arched against the mattress, her belly jutted up towards him. He leaned down and kissed her stomach. He extended his tongue and circled her navel. Savannah pressed her thighs against his hips as the ecstasy gripped her. He broke from his attention there to suckle each nipple. His head went from one breast to the other, delivering intense wet heat. He drew on her soft skin, gently nibbling between his teeth and he tantalized the wetness between her legs.

  Savannah reached for his erection as it nudged at the soft inside of her thigh. Foley was wonderfully well endowed. His skin was so soft while he was very hard. She leaned up and lazed her tongue around his mouth, rimming his lips. She was consumed by wanton, erotic passion. She possessed by a new boldness. She wickedly let her knees fell apart as wide as they could. Foley nestled in between them.

  His belly touched hers. He rose up from her, pushing up on his palms which Savannah levered him into her. He pushed until he filled her completely. Savannah’s eyelids fluttered with the wondrous feel of him. He was so large, so hot and their chemistry was so intense. She drew in deep breaths until her body acclimated to his.

  The feel of him inside of her rushed her with exhilaration. Her belly was electrified. He began to move, each little stroke and pressure pushed her dangerously up and over a sweet edge. The excitement of their contact lit up every erogenous point. Even the sensitive dip at the base of her neck pulsed. His eyes and mouth curled with a faint smile as he beamed at her. His hips moved into her slowly, sensually, teasingly. She pushed her knees upward to take him into her as deeply as she could go. The pressure was deliciously antagonizing.

  Savannah climaxed during sex before but not without a bit of work. Sex like this was mind-blowing.

  Fucking mind-blowing!

  She had never experienced such electricity with a partner before. Foley took her breath. A tightness coiled in her chest as sensitivity wound in her core. His strokes transformed to thrusts as he became more enraptured. Savannah watched him become possessed with the same intense pleasure that claimed her.

  A pleasure that took her to another plane. That caused her to waiver in and out of consciousness. Their union was so intense, so passionate, so wild, so amazing. Foley tipped her to her side. Savannah’s hip and buttocks flexed. He glided his fingertips over her firm flesh as he maneuvered her leg over so that he could take her from a three-quarters position. This way he could take her from behind, and they could still gaze into one another’s eyes.

  Savannah parted her thighs. As Foley drove into her, she touched herself. She wanted the moment to last and at the same time culminate. She brought herself just high enough, to know a wondrous sense of ecstasy before backing off, so her pleasure would sustain. She did this a few times before she could hold off no more. In fact, she climbed to the pinnacle of her pleasure involuntarily.

  She escalated her arousal via her touch. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath to will herself not to go any further. She was immersed. Her body hummed with ecstasy. Her body was tight with ecstasy. Foley moved her again, encouraging her over completely. He drew her hips back onto him so that she was sitting on his lap, both of them facing in the same direction.

  The sensation of taking him so deeply, as the weight of her body caused him to impale her fully, set the works in motion. It was the perfect combination of everything. An orgasm flooded through her mercilessly. She released, moans escaped her throat from deep within. The room was spinning as Foley hammered into her with such power. He took her hips so firmly, positioning them until his body seized with the same passion that had just overtaken her.

  They were both blithering, wailing masses, tangled in the sheets. They writhed, moving to milk the last spasm of sweet climaxes for everything they had to offer until there was no more. For now.

  They rose once they settled back down to earth and stepped into the shower. Savannah’s long hair was matted by the sex and by the streaming water. As was her habit, she doused her hair with conditioner just to manage it.

  “Shit, girl,” he said. “That was hot. So fucking hot.”

  Savannah knew Foley was tired, from tending to her and from fighting fires. And from delivering hot, unforgettable sex, definitely putting out her fire. Her spirit was still revved by what they had just shared. It was the stuff of chick flicks. A shiver ran through her as she recalled the heated moments.

  Foley’s touch on her hair sent tingles coursing all over. Deep hypnotic tingles that were intoxicating. They put
her in a trance. His touch grew more deliberate, more intense. Just by the slowness of his rhythm did he make her think of sex. Again. She just had the best sex of her life, and yet she craved it again.

  The prodding of his erection at the small of her back told her he was craving it too. She teetered with sexual intoxication. She struggled to keep her arousal-heavy eyelids open as she lazed her back against the grid of muscles that was his chest.

  Foley’s mouth clamped onto the base of her neck. She cried out at his sensual vampire move. He made her nipples hard and sensitive under the flowing water. She never knew what her gal pals saw in bikers or why they thought they were so hot. Sure; they had a very distinct maleness about them, and that had appeal. But now Savannah found every nuance about them completely and powerfully erotic.

  Foley definitely knew how to love. He knew where to kiss her and with what kind of pressure to kiss her. There was no fear of the slippery surface. Savannah turned, faced him. She wove her arms around his neck and locked lips. She was fearless, not timid at all now. Foley was hers at least in this way. At least now. She foraged his mouth with her plundering tongue, taking all that he had.

  They were completely in sync. She raised her leg, and he stooped. He was inside of her easily.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he said as he nibbled her neck.

  His heat seared her through up to her belly. It was delicious. He was so hard, so horny. Foley cupped her buttocks and drove into her without mercy. He was as aroused as she was. Like when they came together they were starting half way through. It would not take long before the two of them were writhing with blistering climax.

  The moment he was inside of her Savannah knew she was going to come. Her body ached pleasantly with the telltale sensation of an eminent orgasm. She reached between her legs between her legs and pleasured herself. She worked it with a speedy rhythm without relent until she was on that involuntary mode, clenching endlessly on Foley’s hardness.

  Foley chased his own pleasure. He hammered into her until he released into her, tumbling into rapture. He was so powerful. His stiffened, seized with ecstasy. Their moans filled the shower. Soon their wailing became deep breaths as their moment peaked and ebbed. Finally, Foley and Savannah tilted their foreheads as they came back to earth. The water gently pelted them.

  She invited him into her bed, and they snuggled together the rest of the night.

  Chapter 8

  The captain of the Ghosts of the Prairie, Danny White Feather, called a meeting of some of the members who happened to be at Devil’s Lake. The Ghosts of the Prairie were local to Parshall a few hours away. But they had chapters scattered all over Nebraska, and one of their favorite places to spend time away was in Devil’s Lake. Danny was a newlywed, and he and his wife had actually been honeymooning. Trenton had a girlfriend with property in Devil’s Lake.

  The Ghosts gathered around Savannah’s dining room table, drinking coffee and eating granola bars that Savannah threw together. As she placed the plate of them in the center of the table, Foley hooked his giant arm around her hips and drew her to his lap. She knew their relationship was a whirlwind, but none of Foley’s fellow bikers had a bit of judgment.

  “The shithead Riggers are denying having anything to do with the incident the other day or last night,” said Danny.

  “Bite my ass! If they weren’t Riggers, they sure looked like Riggers,” said Trenton over his coffee. “Someone went out of their way to make it look like them.”

  “Maybe because that’s easy. They have a generally bad reputation,” said Danny. “I’m not a fan, but I’m willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. I’ll listen to what they have to say.”

  “It doesn’t make a lot of sense that that many would be up here,” said Foley. “Something’s not fucking adding up.”

  “Well, you guys are up here,” said Savannah. “Did you say you don’t really live here? Not you, but like the rest of you guys?”

  “Yeah, but Riggers stay where the work is. We are all from here. We’re North Dakota natives. It’s different,” said Foley.

  “Yeah some of us more than others,” Danny teased.

  “Yes, White Feather, we get it,” said Trenton. “You were here first.”

  Savannah perked up. “You said Riggers were from Parshall.”

  “Yes,” said Danny.

  “My stepmother is living in Parshall,” she said. “I have a strong feeling she’s the one who got them to do this. She’s behind all of this shit, I’m certain.”

  “Let’s find the fuckers. And see if it was Riggers,” said Danny. “We’ll go there. But I was thinking of was to have a meeting with them. A sit-down. I’ve already met with their captain who assures me he knew nothing about what had happened. Now bear in mind, I had to drive back down to Parshall. I surprised him. He was where he was supposed to be, for what that’s worth.”

  Even though the topic was tense, there was something unbelievably soothing and comforting sitting against Foley’s body. Savannah’s insides were calm and at ease.

  “Do you think he’s telling the truth?” asked Savannah.

  Danny blinked. “The dickhead’s a Rigger, but there is a certain amount of honor. If he was screwing with you, he’d be out with it, is my thinking. He’d tell you straight up why.”

  “Maybe it’s a couple of them. Maybe Carolyn Payton has a Rigger connection, and he’s doing her a favor,” suggested Trenton.

  “Or worse like Danny said, fakes. Which would not go over well, no matter what club you belong to,” said Foley. “I say we go fucking beat it out of them.”

  “If everyone here is agreeable, I have invited them to Outlaws,” said Danny. They’ll let us have the place for the night. If nothing else, a good time will be had by all.”

  Foley nudged Savannah. “What do you think?”

  “I think it’s a good idea,” she said. “Is the sheriff okay with this? I mean it’s not interfering with an investigation?”

  Trenton answered. “Just having a sit-down. A conversation, that’s all. Very peaceful.”

  “Okay,” she said. “If all hell doesn’t break loose.”

  “Tell you what, someone will talk. And when they do, it will get around. We’ll know what’s what soon enough,” he said.

  The mood was somber. It was almost unbearable and such a difference between the levity that followed these guys around. But Ghosts of the Prairie captain Danny White Feather always had a smile.

  “Hey,” Danny said with a light slap of the table. “Let’s go for a ride.”

  “Just like that?” asked Savannah.

  “Just like that,” said Foley with a grin.

  Savannah snuggled into his back, and he hugged her a little tighter.

  “So what do we do? Pack food and stuff?” she asked. “Or weapons and ammo? In case we’re confronted by Riggers.”

  They laughed.

  “Come on,” said Danny. “We’ll show you.”

  Savannah’s meeting with the Ghosts broke. She and Foley walked Beau with no incident. They did say hello to Dr. Gretsky on her way into the office. She stopped to say hello.

  “How’s Beau?” Susan asked as she slowed to talk to them.

  As soon as Savannah replied that he was doing great, Dr. Gretsky rolled up her window.

  “Was it something I said?” Savannah asked Foley rhetorically. “Because she was so nice at the clinic.” Savannah watched Foley’s eyes follow Susan Gretsky’s car as it drove down the road.

  “She found out we’re kind of seeing each other.”

  “She’s not a fan I didn’t listen to her advice.”

  “She handed out advice?”

  “Yep. Told me to stay away from you. All you want is a quick fuck.”

  “She had no right to interfere in my life like that. I’m going to talk to her.”

  “It doesn’t matter. No use riling her up.”

  They walked for a mile each way, holding hands and remarking how adorable the dog was. As they returned to Sa
vannah’s house Foley and Savannah mounted his bike, as the other riders loaded up to ride. They took a smooth and easy course around a portion of the lake which absolutely enormous and vast. The cool, fall air was refreshing as the bikes cut through. Seeing the other bikers on the highway made Savannah feel like she was a part of something. It was so incredible how fast that all happened. For just a minute, she felt like she belonged. And it felt pretty damn special, no matter how short-lived it was.

  Just a short while ago Savannah thought she lost her whole world with the death of her father. The fighting between her stepmother and estate attorney made things even worse. Now she had friends and support. Her life was full. Her bed was full. Her heart too.

  It was an overwhelmingly beautiful experience to be holding onto Foley as his wondrous, magnificent back erupted before her like a majestic mountain.

  The caravan of bikes pulled over to discuss whether anyone wanted to drive off to an island in the lake where a new casino that had been built.

  “Do you like gambling?” Foley asked her.

  “I don’t know, I’ve never been,” she smiled.

  “Sheltered girl.”

  “Then you better get to corrupting me like you promised.”

  It seemed like every time she talked to him she gushed. She had to make sure she didn’t overdo it though the response was completely natural.

  “I think I might like to see you in a little black dress,” he said.

  Foley leaned down and kissed her softly. It was a slow but brief kiss that took Savannah’s breath away. The heat between them had some to do with the fact that they were in complete lust with one another. To touch his lips with hers left her intoxicated. They had a chemistry like no other.

  “I better stop,” he murmured. “Or I won’t be able to drive.”

  Just as they were discussing where they might like to get a drink, Foley’s phone buzzed.

  “Again?” moaned Foley. “Fuck.”

  “Devil’s Lake has an arsonist,” said Trenton.

  Trenton was an enormous man, Savannah realized. She had hired him before, so it wasn’t like it was news to her that he was a tall man. But seeing him stand on the bike, most of his body with the sky for a backdrop made him look like a giant. He and Danny had longish hair, but Trenton’s was down to his shoulders.