Wild Rides: 10 Blazing Hot Alpha Bad Boy Biker and MC Romance Box Set

by Dez Burke

  The skies were clear again. If I were a deeper man, I would've wondered if it was a sign. But the only sign I needed was her sweet smile.

  “I'm keeping my word, no matter what happens. Doesn't matter if you want to make a family with me next sunrise or next decade. I love you, Rach, more than I ever thought I could love a woman. Life in this club always has its worries, but I'm never gonna let them get between us again. That means my own bullshit too. You're too important for that, and so is this thing we have.”

  “I love you too,” she whimpered, shedding a couple tears. Mostly, she was just smiling.

  I held her tight, rocking her gently beneath the high night sky. Even when more brothers pulled up from the club and walked past us, I didn't let go. They'd better get used to it. Everybody was gonna know about us soon.

  When she peeled away from me, I rubbed my arm into the spot where her tears had fallen. They christened several patches on my jacket, and I wanted them to. I wanted her tears to stain deep, to make me remember this night forever.

  “Hold on tight, baby girl. Let's go home.”

  XI: New Blood (Rachel)

  Jack kept his promise. It took a few days to organize the big party for the guys, including the Dickinson charter who'd done so much to cleanup everything.

  I wanted to help with the prep work, but Frannie wouldn't let me do anything. She just made me rest. I listened reluctantly. I knew it would help soothe the guilt she still felt over my capture.

  The big night came. The club guys set up some grills in the big fenced in lot attached to the clubhouse.

  Smokey meats of all kinds filled the air, melding with generous liquor into a spicy perfume. I never thought I'd love a smell like that. But I did.

  Night wore on, and the bonfires roared high into the darkness. I sat near the head of the big table with Jack, sharing a huge steak he cut into pieces for me. I stole his glances and his smiles, all damned sexy, in between bites.

  “You ready for this, baby? I think it's time, before everybody's too drunk off their asses to look at me straight.”

  I laughed and nodded. God, I shouldn't have been the one so crazy nervous. He was going to be speaking in front of all these gruff men, old ladies, girlfriends, and kids, after all.

  But I think I forgot how to breathe as Jack stood up, climbing onto the table and waving his arms. “Everybody listen up! I've got an announcement I want the whole club to hear. Dickinson too! You boys can send it out to all the charters.”

  That got their attention. Too many eyes to count focused on their President. Intensity ruled.

  “I appreciate the full measure every brother's thrown into this fight the last few weeks. In case anybody wondered about the change in leadership: don't. We've proven the Devils are gonna continue knocking down every last MC who rises up to get in our fucking way.”

  “You tell 'em, Prez!” A voice roared.

  “I will. And I'm also gonna tell you all how grateful I am to someone who isn't a brother, but is part of this MC. I'm really standing here tonight to tell you all about my new old lady.”

  He paused. Several gasps rose from the crowd – mostly women – instantly followed by a few bawdy whistles.

  “Stand up, Rach.” He stared at me, and I did as he asked, gulping the whole time. Jack took my hand. “Most of you know Rachel as your nurse and Frannie's right hand girl. Well, now the best old lady in the Cassandra charter's finally got an equal. I'm claiming this sweet, caring, intelligent girl as mine tonight, and only mine. And if anybody in this MC wants to give her shit or challenge that, then my fists are ready.”

  Quiet. Then the loudest, wildest round of applause, hoots, and hollers I'd ever heard broke out.

  Jack jumped down off the table and hugged me tight. Would I ever stop staining his leather cut, crying all over him?

  Maybe one day, if this beautiful man stopped overwhelming me. But I couldn't imagine when that would happen.

  “I love you, Jack,” I whispered in his ear. “Thank you so, so much.”

  “Congratulations, baby girl. You're one with me and my club now. There's no going back from this. Once you're in this MC, you're here forever, and that goes for more than just full patch brothers.”

  The men were already making the rounds. Warlock and Frannie were the first to come over, patting him on the back.

  “I knew you'd get around to this one day. I could tell by the way you looked at her since we picked her up. She's gonna look gorgeous in tats.”

  Jack broke our embrace to give his VP a big bear hug. Without even waiting for me to step forward, Frannie hauled me into her arms, planting a big kiss on my cheek.

  “Congratulations, hon. We're all real family now. Just don't let big daddy walk all over you,” she whispered.

  Good advice. As always.

  A couple seconds later, and the old couple were pushed aside by more eager friends. Men and their families kept going like a long wedding reception line, shaking our hands and slamming Jack on the shoulders. If they weren't sore by the end of the night, I'd be amazed.

  “Hey, what was that Warlock said about tats?” I asked, just as the crowd was tapering off to go back to their booze and ribs.

  “As my old lady, you get the official seal. Come on. I know just the man to see.”

  With as many tattoos as Freak had, I didn't have any doubt he'd do a good job. I held Jack's hand the whole time as he laid me down on the padded bench in the garage, a full set of inks in front of us.

  “You want the standard old lady stuff or should I make it extra pretty?” Freak asked.

  “Let's make it a small pitchfork, just above the wrist for the MC. For me, all I want are the words, fancy as you can make 'em. Property of Throttle, Prairie Devils, Cassandra. Is that all good for you, baby girl?” Jack smiled, a big wild grin surrounded by lips I wanted to get lost in.

  “Yes!” I didn't even hesitate.

  Freak went to work, pointing the needle gun at my virgin flesh. It wasn't as painful as I expected.

  Over the next hour, I watched each letter come into view, glancing up at Jack and barely suppressing my giddy excitement as his brother engraved my arm.

  I studied the sweet flourishes. Just like he said, it was tasteful, but bold. Like something you'd see on a fine bottle of bourbon – strength and elegance balanced together.

  Just like him and I, I thought, looking up into Jack's gorgeous face again.

  When it was almost over, he leaned in and laid a quick kiss on my forehead. I didn't need to read minds to know he wanted to get out of here as badly as I did. He'd given me both my special surprises tonight.

  Now, I had one for him, and I was aching to turn it over.

  “Are we finished?” I looked up at Freak after he pulled the needle gun away.

  “You're all good to go. I'd let that shit settle and follow the after-care instructions on this sheet.” He pushed a piece of paper toward me, and then Jack tore it out of his hands.

  “I'll take care of her, man. Not like I haven't gotten these myself a dozen times before. We've still got a long night ahead of us.”

  Freak nodded, rolling his shoulders in submission to the President. “You're the boss. Between that speech and what I just slapped on her arm, everybody knows she's yours now.”

  “Damned right.” Jack held out his arm to help me up.

  He allowed a thin smile to line his lips. When I was on my feet again, he pulled me in close, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me in plain view of his heavily tattooed subordinate. His hands swept down my lower spine, spread along my ass cheeks, and cupped them through my jeans.

  I purred, pouring honey sweet heat into his mouth, opening for his tongue.

  God! I think he knows it, before I've even said anything...

  Heat pulsed through me, winding through my core. I was shocked, a little embarrassed, but mostly just hot as all hell.

  “Let's get going, baby. My room.”

  Jack never eased up on holding my hand.
He pulled me forward, shooting Freak a defiant look on the way out. The new member held his tongue and gawked, amused beneath all his ink and piercings.

  We headed straight for his room. It was remarkably quiet inside the clubhouse with almost everybody else outside. The Purple Room remained vacant, though Frannie told me they were looking at some new girls to usher in next week.

  “Will I get a chance to make sure the newbies aren't assholes?” I said.

  Overcome by lust, Jack stopped and needed a second to realize what I was talking about. Then he motioned toward the whores' room and nodded.

  “You'd better. This club can't stand anymore backstabbing bitches around here. You're gonna be screening the girls with Frannie for all the standard health shit next week. Interrogate to your heart's content.” That made me smile. “If anything puts you off, make sure I know about it.”

  “You will.”

  Jack wasn't having anymore delays. His hot, rough arm tightened around my wrist, jerking me into his room and slamming the door behind him with a quick jerk.

  It felt like I'd been away from this bed for an eternity.

  I collided with him instantly, flattening myself against his chest, digging my nails into his sweet bulk. I needed this, needed him to hold me, hot and bare, the kind of grip that said forever.

  He cupped my ass again, harder now that we were alone. He squeezed my tender flesh in sharp, steady strokes, all the while circling his unstoppable tongue across my lips, reaching for mine.

  I melted into him.

  With this man, everything came natural, even if my sexual experience hadn't evolved much beyond a virgin's.

  Not yet. But all that was about to change.

  I raked my nails softly over his leather and began dropping to my knees. His eyebrows quirked in surprise when I went right for his fly, opening the zipper and searching for his cock.

  It sprang out, straight into one hand. I pumped it several times, pausing my lips just over its surface to bathe it in hot steam.

  “Fuck!” Jack growled. “Where the hell did you learn to tease like that, baby girl?”

  I answered him by narrowing my tongue and running it along his base, gently massaging his balls in one hand.

  He tasted good. Raw, earthy, masculine good.

  I was horny for his touch before, but now nothing short of a nuclear blast was going to stop me. I tilted my head, applying one long wet kiss to the underside of his erection, flicking my tongue against his beautiful length on the way up to the head.

  “Fuck! Nobody does it for me like you...”

  More rough music to my ears rained down on me when I finally drew his tip into my mouth. I sucked low, sucked deep, urging him to push his fingers through my hair with little twists of my head.

  It gave a nice corkscrew motion to my efforts as I went down. I had a lot to learn about giving head, but I already knew men liked it hard. I gave it to him just like he wanted, pursing my lips as tight as they would go.

  Up and down, up and down. Jack's pressure on my head increased, and he yanked at my hair a little more for support each time I completed a new circuit.

  “Yeah, those tight little lips look perfect wrapped around my cock. So does that new stamp.” My arm was twisted in a way where he could see Property of Throttle newly engraved on it.

  The fire inside me rose. I worked even harder, shifting my thighs together to contain the inferno.

  His body tensed a little more with every stroke. Part of me wanted to bring him off in my mouth, but I couldn't do that, not yet...

  “What? Why'd you stop, baby?” Jack opened his eyes and looked down at me.

  I wiped my mouth. “I need your seed for something else.”

  Grabbing his stiff forearms, I helped myself up, rubbing my body on his. I kissed a long line up his neck, waiting until I reached his ear to speak.

  “I've thought about the other night, and I changed my mind. Things are different now, Jack. I'm your old lady – your property.” His breath hitched when I said it, and I smiled. “Give me a baby. If I'm going to be claimed by you, I want to go all the way. Own me forever.”

  When I peeled away and looked into his eyes, they burned brighter than before. Hell, bright was an understatement.

  His beautiful eyes were positively glowing. He seized my wrists and pulled me close, breathing hot breath on my lips, less than an inch from devouring me in new kisses.

  “This isn't a crazy tease? You're serious?”

  “Would I lie to you?” I cooed, flicking my soft tongue against his firm lips. “That's a tease. What I just told you isn't.”

  Growling, he lifted me off my feet and threw me over his shoulder. He stomped quickly to the bed and tossed me down on his mattress, landing on top of me.

  His hands had never moved so fast to tear away our clothes. I helped him work off mine, and then his, until we were naked. Our bodies instinctively knew what was about to happen, and they were running all over themselves to fulfill that mating ache, that breeding fire.

  Jack lifted my arms high above my head and pinned my wrists with his. He shifted forward, pushing his bare cock against my slit. I moaned loud, right into his ear, pumping my hips up.

  His length fit wonderfully between my lips, hot and sweet and hard as warm stone. But I didn't want him between my weeping labia – I wanted him inside me.

  “Now who's teasing?” I whimpered. Again he rubbed his swollen head on my clit, oiling his shaft in my cream.

  “You're right. I think we've had enough play, baby girl. I just wonder who wants some real hard fuckin' worse. You, or me?” Smiling, he bent his head, scraping my cleavage with his stubble and taking my right nipple into his mouth.

  He bit down, squeezing the sensitive bud. Pleasure exploded in my brain, so fierce I could barely speak.

  My hips gyrated, grinding against him, working his cock up and down with my softness. God, he needed to give in and fuck me, and he needed to now.

  Jack tilted his hips, repositioning his cock. In one jerk, he slammed forward, pushing up into me. Deep, hard, and so fucking hot.

  I lost it.

  I came instantly. Gushing, screaming, and convulsing all over him. My womb twitched, sending its shocks through all my muscles, sucking at the hard spike he held inside me, hard and unmoving.

  Shuddering beneath him, he kept his head near my breasts, plucking at my nipples. My legs curled around him, and I'd barely finished coming as he began to thrust.

  “That was quick, Rach. Fast, but beautiful. No worries. We're gonna make it happen again before I fill you up.”

  “Yes! Yes!” I gurgled the word over and over, too drunk on hot ecstasy to say anything else.

  Having him deep inside me every time before was downright exquisite. But I didn't have a clue how different going bare could be.

  His length slid perfectly through my wet silk, just like nature intended. It was divine, total carnal perfection in every stroke.

  I felt each layer in his movement when he thrust deep, stopping only to make sure I was still pinned down. My hips bucked back, swallowing his cock, lifting my body a little higher when my legs pulled on his.

  “That's it, baby girl. Grind your pretty clit into me.”

  Yes! I couldn't even say it anymore.

  I just thought it, pushing up into him, loving the way his balls slapped against the soft curve underneath my ass. And he was fucking harder all the time, burying himself to the hilt.

  Soon, he pinned me into the mattress, entangling me deeper in his thrusts. I only lifted up when he did, slamming hard against the squealing bed springs.

  The fire that rushed through me before became ten times hotter. I wondered if I'd come without passing out the next time I spasmed, and that sweet surrender was coming fast.

  “Come with me, Jack,” I panted out. “Give me your beautiful baby. I want a family with you.”

  “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

  Three times, he cursed, each one a little sexier than the la
st.

  I knew he was getting close. I clenched everything beneath my waist, from the velvet wrapped around his cock to my legs moving with his like welded pistons.

  Give it up, lover. Give me our baby. Give me part of your soul!

  His grip on my wrists coiled so tight it hurt. The sharp bite was just the overload I needed, sending me spiraling into another explosive climax.

  I screamed, trying to cry out his name, but failing. I wanted anybody in earshot through the walls to know who was owning me like this, who'd tamed my virgin flesh, and now my ripe little womb.

  Then there was an explosion above me like thunder. I looked up through the blurry heat filling my eyes and saw him jerk, felt him turn to granite everywhere we touched.

  Jack stabbed forward and gave me what I'd been pleading for.

  His come shot deep. It burned like pure fire, racing up into me, lapping against my walls.

  Jack grunted above me, his guttural pleasure timed to his spasms. I came even harder, drawing his seed into me, wishing we could stay locked together this way forever.

  The raging fire exploded through my whole body, and then edged back. The fireball lost its wild temper and sizzled lower, into a pleasing afterglow. Our bodies stopped twitching and he collapsed on his forearms, holding himself over me.

  I sighed softly. He remained buried in me, even as he touched his forehead to mine.

  “Fucking incredible. Did you ever imagine it would be that good?”

  Hell no! I shook my head.

  What really amazed me was that he sounded just as surprised as I was. It warmed my heart to know my flesh brought him such pleasure, making an older, experienced man feel like a virgin all over again.

  Nobody would ever love me like this. And after that crap with Dad, Jack proved that he loved me more than my own family. More than the entire world.

  I held him close, taking one more kiss before he slowly pulled way. He laid next to me, bracing me against his chest. We stared at each other for a long time.