Cowboy Bikers MC #5

by Esther E. Schmidt

  Fuck it. I’ve been haunted by her lips for far too long. I’ve spent nights wondering how they feel, taste, move against mine. And when I crash my mouth against hers…life as I know it evaporates as a whole new expedition for living rises.

  Years of dark and weary, muddling through while all I needed was a touch of brightness due to the fire this woman exists of. I can taste on her tongue how she’s fighting for dominance. And as we clash with open lust she starts to submit so damn beautifully.

  Her body soft and molding against mine, consuming the grinding of my hips and the way she moans in my mouth? I know for sure she’s about to light up any damn second. Shifting slightly, I press my cock down right on top of her center, hitting the jackpot.

  She tears her mouth away from mine and gasps for her next breath which comes out as a loud moan. The moan switches to a trembling plea of my name followed by another gasp for air.

  I let my head fall into the crook of her neck, nipping the skin and sucking a sliver of it to brand her as mine. I’ve never felt the need to mark a woman, but I can’t help myself. And I relish in the way she keeps grinding herself against me to prolong her pleasure.

  Reaching between us I start to unbuckle but she suddenly freezes. Her nails dig into my back and it’s not to urge me on. I pull my head away from her neck to face her and instead of lust, all I’m seeing is insecurity with a hint of fear. Out of all the things I thought this woman might be when I finally have her underneath me…insecure or frightened isn’t fucking it.

  CHAPTER TWO

  – KADENCE –

  I let my head fall to the side and close my eyes. The delicious pleasure that was racing through me suddenly crashes to a halt before it fades completely. Why do I have to remember a moment from the past right freaking now?

  Because it reminds you why you’re here, and what happened the last time you were on your back and a man was on top, my mind easily supplies.

  “Kadence.” The way my name falls in a rumbled growl from his lips, drags my attention back to the man who’s held my every thought since the first day I met him.

  It didn’t matter he came after me to threaten my ass if I got his sister in any trouble. I’m used to overbearing alpha males, slamming their chests and growling at anyone who dares to cross them. With my dad running a motorcycle club, it’s all I’ve ever known for as long as I can remember.

  My dad always kept me safe and for the last few years at a safe distance as well. He was trying to steer the MC to a more “law-abiding citizen” version instead of some of the illegal stuff they were wrapped in.

  Well, not any more. Since it was one of his own guys who killed him. My mother couldn’t handle his death and killed herself. And on top of losing both my parents within days apart, my brother thought it was okay to whore me out to one of his men.

  A goodwill offer to soothe things over within his MC. And to put it in his exact words when he informed me of this little fact, “Your ass will be protected and linked with the club. You’re my blood. The only family I have left; your place is right here.”

  Very fucking nice to throw me in the hands of a man I despise; Cannon. Who has wanted, and repeatedly tried, to get into my pants. Without my consent I might add. And he now thinks I belong to him. So, I did the only thing I could and ran to my friend Mayven. Because I don’t have anywhere else to go. And I hated doing it because I don’t want to pull others into the havoc of my life.

  Yet, when Colt offered his help–even if I didn’t know what he had in mind–I grabbed the chance with both hands. The whole “back to the wall, no choice, the hell with everything, I don’t have anything left to live for,” state of mind.

  But I sure as hell didn’t think I’d end up gagged and bound to his bed. Nor did I expect for him to finally make good on his promise and give me a mind-blowing orgasm. In the time I’ve known him he’s done nothing but aggravate me. Pushing all my buttons just to get a rise out of me.

  And for the first time, he’s pushed the right button; lighting my body up with pleasure I have never experienced. Dammit. Why can’t I have a normal guy? Or a normal fucking life? Hell, I’ll even settle for a normal day with all this insanity hitting me from every angle.

  The air rushes from my lungs when I’m pulled up into a sitting position. Colt cups my face as my eyes lock on his.

  “There you are,” he murmurs.

  My cheeks heat due to shame. “Sorry. My mind thought it was funny to give me a short recap. It won’t happen again.”

  I push my emotions back and lean in to catch his lips. The kiss he gave earlier swooped me away and made the world stop spinning for just a fragment of time. I need it. Hell, one taste and I’m not ashamed to admit to myself that I’m already addicted to this man.

  He keeps my head in place, depriving me of a kiss as his eyes narrow. “What recap?”

  Yeah, not going there. Time to shift topics. I rip my head from his hands and jump off the bed. “What’s your brilliant plan, Colt? Keep me here locked up? Is that what you had in mind when you said ‘Get in May’s car, drive for a few miles and wait for me if you want to change your life?’ Because becoming your personal sex slave wasn’t the change in my life I had in mind. I already had that in my future, remember? Does the name Cannon ring a bell?”

  He’s in my face with my next breath rumbling, “Answer my fucking question, Kadence.”

  “I don’t see why that’s any of your fucking concern, asshole,” I shoot back and place my fists on my hips.

  His eyes hold an edge of darkness but instead of being hesitant at his dominating appearance, it draws me in. I’ve never been interested in any bikers due to being surrounded by them all my life, even if my father always protected me. But Colt is in a different league all on his own.

  For one he’s older than many of the guys of the MC my brother now runs. And Colt isn’t very chatty or flirtatious either. If anything, he’s grumpy, standoffish, and most definitely a loner. But damn, he’s sexy. Dark hair always pulled into a bun at the back of his head. The sides are a salt and pepper mixture to show a hint of his age while his body is a solid youth of muscled strength.

  His hand slides around my neck and he pushes me until my back hits the wall of the bunker. Leaning forward his lips brush my ear as his hot breath scorches my skin when he says, “If you want me to tell you what I have planned for the change in your life, you will spill your thoughts. If there’s anything I despise it’s lying and withholding information. And with the shit you withheld when you got here, I’d say you know this little fact by now.”

  I let my head slightly fall to the left as I close my eyes. The painful reminder of the shit I withheld–as he so kindly puts it–is the very reason why we’re standing here right now. “Cannon tried more than once to crawl on top of me to fuck, okay? Your weight pressing down on me? My brain froze for a damn second or two.”

  “Did he rape you?” Colt asks through clenched teeth. “Did his fucking fingers touch your pussy?”

  “No,” I snap. “I managed to fight him off each and every time. My virginity is still intact.”

  Holy shit, stupid brain. Why did I let that little fact slip out?

  A smirk slides over his face. “Well, what do you know…un-fucking-touched.” His fingers tighten around my neck. “I should walk away. I’m so fucked-up you don’t need my kind of crazy. Not to mention, I’m too fucking old for your virgin pussy.”

  My fingers tighten in his leather cut and I’m about to shove this asshole away from me but his mouth covers my earlobe before his teeth sink in, making me gasp from shock. Pleasure and pain mix as my body heats.

  “But I’m done resisting you. You might have been able to fight off everyone else, but you won’t be able to fight me, Kadence. I have fought many battles and never once came out on the losing end. But this isn’t about winning or losing. This is about claiming what has always been reserved to be mine. And, Kadence?” His voice comes out as a rough growl when he adds, “I always take wh
at’s mine, no matter who or what I have to face to get my way.”

  A shiver runs through me due to the truth in his admittance. This man just challenged a brotherhood and is willingly risking a war with both MCs when he kidnapped me to keep me safe.

  I know his MC can’t interfere with my brother’s club because there’s nothing to be done since I’m the president’s sister and Rowen picked a man for me. Personal issues, nothing more, nothing less. Colt’s MC has nothing to do with it, even if it’s fucked-up. It sounds like some twisted scene from a mafia romance. Minus the romance part, that’s for damn sure.

  “I hope you know what you’re risking by not being able to resist me. And I can tell you right now I’m not worth it. You have to think about those little ones I’ve met. Weston, and Roper’s kid too. My brother would go nuts if he knew you helped me stay away from him.”

  Fury washes over his face. “Not worth it? Then why the hell did you fight Cannon if you think you aren’t worth shit? Are you willing to suck and take his cock in every hole to please your brother? Well, why didn’t you say so? It would solve a lot of problems.”

  My fist flies out and lands on his jaw hard enough for him to step back and drop his hand, leaving me the space to kick his shin for good measure and dash around him.

  “You asshole,” I seethe. “I won’t suck anyone’s cock and surely not an asshole who cheats, stinks, and thinks my pussy is a damn prize to pop because he wants me for the title. A prize to be won for all to see and make him feel better and good about himself.”

  I try to land another punch but Colt grabs both my wrists and pulls me to him, making me collide with his hard chest.

  “Glad to hear we’re in agreement. You won’t suck anyone’s cock except mine. And I actually do have a plan, Kadence. But it involves a waiting game where in the end, I’m going to offer Rowen cash since your sick brother is all about making deals and whoring out his sister.”

  Fury flares hot through my veins. He tightens his hands around my wrist and slowly shakes his head.

  “Don’t get pissed, little spitfire. I hit the nail on the head about your fucked-up brother. It has nothing to do with you or the money I will happily cough up to buy your freedom, because that’s how I see it.”

  “Buy my freedom?” I croak. “You really think my brother will accept cash if you offered? Cannon won’t–”

  “My plan involves Cannon dead and buried. And your brother is the president now, he needs to put the club first and his club needs money to survive,” Colt simply states.

  Laughter rips from me. I can’t help it. The way he mentions Cannon’s death as if it’s part of a turd he needs to flush is hysterical.

  His determined look stops my laughter, but the corner of my mouth is still twitching when I ask, “Okay, I’m curious…how do you plan to kill him?”

  “Either Rowen will take care of it for me or the fucker will be stupid enough to undermine Rowen’s authority, that will leave me to let him headbutt a bullet.”

  Headbutt a bullet. The way those three words fall from his lips in a deadly vow is making my heart skip a beat or two. There’s something seriously wrong with me to find a man threatening to end another man’s life sexy.

  “Keep staring at my lips and I’ll give ’em to you. But not to take your mouth, Kadence. I’ll take the lips of your pussy in a kiss that’ll make your orgasm explode on my tongue.”

  My pussy clenches at the mere thought of having this man’s head between my legs. It has me wondering how his rough beard will feel when it slides along the inside of my thighs.

  His breath heats my ear when he murmurs, “No use imagining how it would feel. And like I said…we’re playing a waiting game where we have a lot of spare time to kill. I intend to spend most of it between your legs.”

  I have to swallow hard. Those aren’t empty words and his big, calloused hands are slowly stroking me, stoking the fire his words already set aflame inside me.

  The men I’ve been surrounded with weren’t anything like Colt. Most might have been bikers but they took what they wanted, when they wanted. The only reason I’m still a virgin is because my father protected me–and threatened anyone who so much as looked my way–until the day he died.

  Those other men didn’t make promises. And Colt has done nothing but make promises and he kept them too. Even if I forced myself upon him by coming here and putting everyone at risk by doing so.

  Colt called my brother and arranged for me to stay here for seven days after he heard my mother killed herself on the day of my father’s funeral. And today, when those seven days were up and I had to return to my brother, Colt again offered me a way out; landing my ass here in his bunker.

  And now he has another plan. Everything else in my life has fallen apart, and the one man who doesn’t give empty promises is standing before me to offer me pleasure and a future along with it. I would be stupid not to accept.

  “Okay,” I breathe.

  He hums in approval but it’s clear he needs clarification when he asks, “Okay to what, doll?”

  The way he says doll all husky…hell, a sandpapery voice…encourages me enough to go all in. I was already all in, but whatever; I want everything this man has to offer because I just know he’s good for it.

  “Okay to your mouth, the offer to buy my freedom, anything you have in mind: take lead and I’ll follow.” I’m prevented from saying anything more because his lips slam over mine, plunging his tongue into my mouth and letting my heart skip a beat to process what’s happening to my body.

  A low growl rumbles through his chest. His hands find the front of my shirt where he fists the fabric and rips; buttons fly through the air as his gaze lands on my breasts. My nipples harden against the lace of my bra. The man easily fingers the front clasp to free them but it doesn’t last long because his hands are holding them hostage the next moment.

  The heat in his eyes is giving me a power boost, as if he’s enthralled and in disbelief. “Magnificent,” he croaks. “More than a handful. I imagined them in my hands so many fucking times but this–” His mouth surrounds one of my nipples and the wet heat leaves me gasping for my next breath.

  Another rumbled growl flows through the air before my body is swooped up, only to land ass first onto the mattress. Colt’s hands are fumbling with the button of my jeans when a beeping sound starts and a red light flickers above our heads.

  “Motherfucker,” Colt groans and leans his forehead against my belly. “Someone is inside my cabin. I gotta go.”

  Fear makes my heart slam against my ribcage. “Who? Are they coming for me?”

  He crawls up my body until his eyes hit mine. “There ain’t nothing I won’t face to keep you safe, doll. You’re mine, you agreed. Now, sit tight and I’ll be right back.”

  “Wait.” I jump off the bed and grab his arm. “What if my brother is here? What if they are waiting out there to kill you because they know you have me locked up in here? You’ll need backup. Let me help.”

  His arm lifts and when I follow to where he’s pointing, I notice a screen on the wall.

  “When someone enters my cabin, it activates the security system. Flipping on the screen, light, and alarm here in the bunker. Weston and Roper are the only ones inside, and I can handle both.” He winces slightly and I know why.

  “You shouldn’t have done it,” I whisper. “You lied to your brothers. Let me go up. I’ll explain how I drove off to give a distraction and sneaked my way in here.”

  A sly grin spreads his face. “Smart thinking, but there’s one flaw.” He brushes his knuckles softly against my jaw. “There’s no way you could have sneaked inside without me knowing. All my brothers are aware of the tight security system inside my cabin. I never leave room for errors and nothing major happens in this MC without my knowledge. Not when it comes to sneaking someone inside a house like you suggested. It’s the reason only one other person knows you’re here since he handles the security system of the ranch.”

  “Y
ou have an accomplice?” I ask with wide eyes.

  He stalks in the direction of the door. “Alfie. But rest assured, he’s had my back many times as I have his. He’d cut off his tongue before ratting me out.”

  The statement he just gave is the kind of loyalty these guys have among one another. It’s way different from where I come from now that my father is dead. In the time I’ve spent here I quickly noticed how much more of a brotherhood and family this MC is.

  Colt shoots me a wink before he disappears, leaving me with a pit in my stomach. Worry. Fear. And those two have nothing to do with me but everything with the man who sacrificed a lot for my safety.

  I tie my shirt closed since the buttons are scattered on the floor and all I can do is wait for Colt. Hoping he once again sticks to his word and returns safely.

  CHAPTER THREE

  – COLT –

  The second I open my bedroom door and come face to face with my prez, I just know shit hit the fan.

  “What’s wrong?” I question.

  “I’m giving you one fucking chance to explain, and you’d better have a damn good reason why your sister’s car is a cube of scrap metal hidden away in our fucking junkyard.” Weston’s voice picks up volume with every word until the last two are bellowed in my face.

  “Because I need time for my–” I cut off my answer as I quickly brace for impact.

  Pain bursts through my head and my brain rattles from the hit to the jaw I just took.

  I push Weston’s chest to keep space between us, holding my hands palms up. “Let me fucking explain. Haven’t I earned at least that fucking respect? I’ve always placed the club above everything else. Hell, above my own sanity, and you know it.”

  “You’d better talk fucking fast or my fist will end the discussion before it started, asshole,” Weston snaps.