Rage (A Thunder Gypsies MC Outlaw Biker Romance)

by Wick, Christa

  “Come for me, baby.” He bit at my bottom lip, his finger and thumb pinching my clit between hard rubs.

  As if his words alone could command my orgasm, I began jerking beneath him. He kept rubbing and pinching until I went limp. Then he brought his hand up to cup my face.

  “I’m not trying to take you to fairyland, Avery.” He ran his thumb against my lower lip. The scent of my juices on his flesh coaxed a fresh burst of cream from my pussy. “I’m trying to keep you alive.”

  I blinked slowly then nodded. Right then, my mind was a million miles away from the bag with its dye and scissors. Callan had just wrung one hell of a climax from me and I wanted to return the favor.

  I palmed his cock, my cheeks coloring as I asked, “What about you?”

  Laughing, he shook his head at me and eased onto his knees. “One thing is for certain. You’ll always blush like a redhead, baby.”

  “We’ll worry about me later.” He stood and retrieved the bag. “Right now, let’s get your hair short enough you can cover all of it with the helmet.”

  Pouting because I didn’t have his cock in me, I sat up and wiggled out of my jacket then brought the length of my hair behind my back. Returning to sit behind me, Callan took the first few snips.

  I felt the weight of almost a foot of hair fall away from my head, the loss momentarily making me dizzy.

  “We’ll dye it at the hotel tonight.” He placed the hair he had just cut in my lap and kissed me on the cheek. “This way the clerk won’t see you come in as a redhead and leave as a brunette.”

  “Okay,” I whispered and started fashioning the cut hair into a braid. “Are we still heading toward DC?”

  “Yeah, I want to hit Allenwood,” he agreed, more severed hair falling around my shoulders as he continued working the scissors. “Then decide where we go from there.”

  “Isn’t that where Lincoln is?” Lincoln had allegedly killed their brother Boone as part of a gun trafficking operation across state lines and I knew Allenwood had a federal maximum security prison.

  “Yeah.” The answer came as little more than a grunt. “He didn’t kill Boone.”

  “I know.”

  The scissors stopped moving. I turned to look at Callan. He quirked one brow at me and I repeated what I had just said. “I know -- it’s enough for me that you believe. We can find the proof together.”

  “Fuck if I haven’t tried.” He pushed the blades of the scissors into the ground then started to dust the loose hair from my shoulders with his hand. “I wouldn’t have been a Gypsy if it wasn’t for trying to find proof and keep Lincoln and dad safe in prison.”

  He must have seen the question lurking in my gaze because I didn’t understand what he was saying. I only knew a little about their dad’s case. He had owned a custom bike shop and had founded the Gypsies for local motorcycle enthusiasts, including Big Red. When the Feds brought charges against him, they claimed the shop was fencing stolen bikes and shipping drugs inside legitimate orders. Big Red, as the shop’s assistant manager, had been indicted, too, but the charges didn’t stick -- not after a prosecution witness pinned it all on Dylan Tilley.

  “It’s complicated,” he continued. “Lincoln and Boone were already Gypsies when dad was convicted. I know they suspected Big Red of using dad as a shield and they couldn’t dig around his business if they left the Gypsies. Plus, Red told them he knew people in prison who would make sure no one messed with dad if they stayed in the club and helped with certain club business.”

  “And if they didn’t?” I asked.

  “Red never threatened that his jailhouse friends would hurt my father,” Callan answered. “But the implication was there. And it wasn’t anything illegal that he wanted them to do. Even when dad was in charge, the Gypsies provided security details for truckers and a few events as a way to pay for the hangout. That’s all Red gave them to do.”

  His gaze dropped between us as his cheeks started to heat. “Not at all what he ordered me to do -- I had two protection costs instead of the one Boone and Lincoln were splitting.”

  His words hung in the air like a confession. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “I don’t care what you’ve done,” I said right before I kissed him.

  Callan

  Avery stood in the bathroom of the Charlottesville hotel room we had rented for the night. Dressed only in a t-shirt and panties, she held the scissors in her hand, trying to salvage something fashionable from the hatchet job I’d done out in the woods. A dark chestnut with auburn highlights replaced the deep red she could naturally claim.

  She turned to find me staring at her. The bright blue eyes, always beautiful, contrasted starkly with the new hair color and I felt my dick swell. The redhead of my fantasies had always had an innocent quality to her. Maybe it was knowing just how snugly Avery fit around my cock or that she liked to dig her nails in my back when she came, but the brunette in front of me had a smokier, deeper sex appeal.

  “How does it look?”

  For the first time since I showed up at her father’s house, she seemed to be studying my face for some kind of lie. I would have laughed at the idea but it took me a few seconds to find my voice. “A little punk rock,” I answered.

  Her shoulders lifted in a lazy shrug before she dropped the scissors onto the sink. “Punk works.”

  It was a La Femme Nikita kind of punk, dangerous with the laser-like blue gaze. My cock crept a few more inches up my stomach as I waited impatiently while she bagged any evidence that she had dyed or cut her hair in the bathroom.

  The wait became more than I could handle and I growled at her. “Baby, come here.”

  She looked at me, her gaze wide and her lips parting in what I hoped was arousal. Even with the attack that morning weighing on my mind, Avery’s presence had kept me in a near constant state of need.

  “Come here,” I repeated when a few seconds passed and she hadn’t moved a step closer. I studied her face as she obeyed, her pace slow and seemingly hesitant. I wondered if she still wanted me or if the violence I had almost committed that morning had finally sunk in, making her think I was no better than the men we were running from.

  Certainly I’d acted like an ass before we reached the park. And that was before I’d literally cut one of her last, and clearly fondest, links to her mother. But she had climaxed at the end of my fingers, cupped my dick and offered herself to me on the forest floor. I still ached from putting aside my need. Maybe if I had fucked her then, she wouldn’t be so slow to approach me at this moment.

  Coming to a stop between my spread legs, Avery placed a hand on each of my shoulders. Her body shook and I couldn’t surmise why. I mashed my lips, wondering once more if she now feared me. I looked into the blue eyes. Something dark skittered across her gaze.

  “You’re shaking,” I said. She closed her eyes long enough to bob her head a few times in acknowledgement.

  “Why?” I asked.

  “You wanted to get rid of me yesterday, even before that Disciple showed up.” Her mouth quivered in a way that simultaneously pulled at my cock and squeezed at something deep inside my chest.

  “You wanted me to be safe,” she continued.

  “And then I told you that you’re never getting rid of me, baby.” Was she afraid I had changed my mind or was she hoping I had?

  I shook my head, my frustration grinding at me almost as hard as the blood pulsing through my cock. I didn’t really know how to deal with a girl like Avery. She wasn’t like the girls that hung out at the Gypsy clubhouse or Freya’s bar, their pussies available to any cock that wanted to fill them. After all the things I had done to Avery the night before, she had fucking blushed when she palmed my jeans-covered dick out in the woods.

  I didn’t know how much of the gentle suitor I had in me, if at all.

  “Spread your legs,” I growled.

  A surprised gasp escaped her but she complied. Her nails dug at my shoulders as I pushed the gusset of her pantie
s to one side. My chest tight with need and the possibility of her rejecting me, I slid a finger between her labia.

  Wet -- just how I wanted her.

  I licked my lips, the beastly part of my brain wanting to consume every last inch of her.

  “Baby, sometimes I’m going to want to fuck you. Nothing sweet about it.” I looked up to find the blue eyes innocent once more. “Like right now. I want to boss this hot little pussy until you scream for mercy. I want to fuck you so hard you’re nothing but mindless whimpers and a tight, wet hole.”

  The tremble that had gripped her before returned full force. Her knees would have knocked together if my hand hadn’t kept her legs separated. The shaking drew my attention to her face and the lips she kept wetting with her tongue. She absolutely couldn’t control the energy running through her right then.

  But I could.

  I pushed three fingers into Avery, my free hand knotting the bottom hem of her t-shirt to keep her trapped in front of me. Her nipples pushed against the fabric, each hard bud swollen bigger than I could imagine. I nipped at one through the material as my hand fucked deeper into her pussy.

  “I will kill anyone who tries to take you away from me,” I told her. She pressed her breasts closer to my face. Her arms wrapped around my head as if she would smother me to her chest. The shaking hadn’t stopped and I knew it wouldn’t until I made her come a few times.

  I freed my head from her embrace and stared hard into the blue eyes. “I will maim any man who so much as thinks he can touch you. Your body and everything that comes with it is mine.”

  It was a crap way to tell her I loved her, but I didn’t know any other way to say it. I half didn’t want to admit the sentiment to myself. Everyone I loved was either dead or in prison. And I had failed them, losing the protection the Gypsies offered without finding the evidence to free Lincoln and my father or avenge Boone’s death.

  I couldn’t tolerate the idea of ever letting Avery down. And if I loved her, it seemed likely I would do just that.

  “Tell me you understand, baby.” I tugged hard at her clit, wanting to hurt her just a little for the way she had my guts all twisted into thick knots that would never come untied. “Tell me.”

  “I’m yours,” she said, her voice cracking down the center of her reply.

  “All of you,” I growled.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “All of me.”

  I couldn’t take any more of the sweet trembling or the way her cunt wept from my touch. I pushed her stomach-first onto the mattress, one hand pressing down on her back to keep her in place while the other freed my cock.

  With her panties pushed to the side, I entered her hard and fast from behind. “You’re going to come for me when I fuck you like this.”

  “Yes.”

  The way the moan escaped her as a hiss, I knew she was just as aroused as I was. My cock sluiced through her, her pussy making wet, sucking sounds as I pounded deeper. I had told her last night she would be riding sore. This time I would make certain that every bounce in the road tomorrow made her achy and wet.

  “My pussy.” I chewed at her throat, my hand forcing its way between her body and the mattress to scratch lightly against her clit. “My sweet, tight cunt, open and ready when I want it.”

  She whimpered, her ass and thigh muscles working to ride my cock.

  “Tell me, Avery,” I demanded, my hips lifting and pressing so that my cock traveled a long, hard line inside her.

  “Your cunt,” she gasped.

  She had one cheek pressed against the mattress and her eyes rolled up. Her pussy danced around my cock, squeezing and sucking, her interior so lubricated it slurped with her need to come.

  “Your cunt, just yours,” she cried again. “Coming no matter how you take me...”

  My chest felt like she’d just stuck her fist through it. I pressed harder against her back, my strokes coming quicker and more fiercely even as my lips traveled gently against her throat. “That’s right, baby. I want your pussy to be in heat for me. But I promise -- I’ll earn it.”

  Her bottom lip quivered. The muscles deep inside her coiled around my shaft, the contractions running so strongly through them I felt like she had her fingers wrapped around me and was tugging the shaft and head with sharp jerks.

  Our breathing spiraled out of control, the raspy whispers we spoke in drowned out by the wet slap of my flesh against hers. Her fingers clawed at the bedding. Her knees came up, the way they were spread giving her just enough leverage that she could push against me, her ass moving in a tight bounce.

  Raw, sensual, I couldn’t believe I had Avery beneath me, her body humbled in submission as I slammed roughly into her. A convulsion rippled through her, starting at her waist, rattling her chest and then shaking her shoulders violently.

  I spilled into her, my hips freezing but my hands gripping her sweet ass to wildly pull and push her the length of my dick. Her pussy kept squeezing, the contractions coming so close together it was one constant vise sucking at my cock. Another long spurt left me and then I pulled from her, dragging her into my arms as I collapsed onto the bed.

  **********

  I woke with the flavor of Avery still on my lips. The lingering taste of her juices made me hungry for more. With her exhausted body cradled in my arms, I slid one hand beneath the blanket that covered us. Gently, I probed between her labia. Her body heat had kept liquid the cream we spilled into and against one another through the night. I rubbed some of it along her clit, my body tense as she slowly became alert to what I was doing.

  When her eyes flickered open, I pressed my lips to hers. She stretched, her mound filling my palm as she arched upwards. The night behind us had alternated between tender and rough, my approach depending on which direction I took her. From behind, I let my animal loose. But face-to-face and she subdued me with those blue eyes.

  My fingers knotted in the short hair. I had a moment’s regret that I had cut it before I had the chance to see those long red tresses spilling around my stomach as she teased my aching cock with her sweet lips. But then I remembered why I had to cut it.

  To protect her.

  My chest tightened at the idea of losing her, of how that scumbag prospect had gotten the jump on me at the last hotel. I kissed her again, my chest relaxing when her tongue slipped past my lips to lick at the edge of my teeth. The little gesture made me want to sink into her, slow fucking her until she melted in another puddle of satisfaction.

  Breaking the kiss, I looked at the cheap clock on the scarred nightstand next to the bed. We’d stayed up late, slept late and now only thirty minutes remained until checkout. That wasn’t nearly enough time to do everything I wanted to do to Avery’s sweetly yielding flesh.

  I rolled to my side, smiling at her whimpered protest. Damn, after so many years fantasizing about her, it felt amazing to know she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.

  “Patience, baby girl.” I reached for my jeans and sat up. “Just going to zip down to the front desk and buy us a little more time. You think they have breakfast set up?”

  Avery snorted. “The room doesn’t even have a phone.”

  Her nails gently scratched along the side of my stomach, my gut clenching as she hit a ticklish spot. She was different from the other women I’d been with in every way. The nails were her own and unpainted, her touch unpracticed but captivating. I wanted her to touch me, wanted to be gentle beneath her fingers and lips. I never wanted to rush exploring her or being explored by her.

  I slid my t-shirt over my head then bent down for a parting kiss. The way she submitted, her skin glowing and blue eyes luminous, I wanted to crawl back under the covers.

  Breaking the kiss, I growled. Standing, I slid my knife into my back pocket then checked the gun on the nightstand. “Safety is on, baby. You remember what I showed you?”

  “Yes.”

  She answered with a whisper She didn’t like the gun, but we were only two days out of Thunder Valley. Virginia had its o
wn chapter of Gypsies, although I’d stayed west of Richmond to reduce the chance we’d run into anyone who would recognize me. Then there was the sketchy nature of the little fleabag hotel we had checked into for the night to worry about.

  “I’ll just be a few minutes, baby,” I promised, stealing another kiss before I had to leave.

  Avery

  They caught me in the bathroom as I pulled my panties up and turned to flush the toilet. Two men that I wouldn’t have guessed were law enforcement, but they had badges.

  And guns...

  The bathroom door splintered inward. My high-pitched scream cut through both men shouting, “DEA! Get down on the floor!”

  They didn’t give me time to comply. One yanked my arm, tossing me stomach first onto the bed and twisting the limb behind me. He held me down while the other, bald and with a beard that looked like it belonged on an outlaw and not a cop, quickly searched the room. When he turned to pick up my backpack, I saw the gun that Callan had left on the nightstand tucked into the back of his pants.

  Baldie unzipped my bag, reached in and pulled out the brick of hundreds Callan had taken from the Gypsy clubhouse. Bringing it close to his face, he drew a deep breath and let out a whoop.

  “I fucking love the smell of money!”

  His partner, holding me down, drew a similarly deep breath, only he had his nose pressed against my hair. His hands worked between us to cuff my wrists and then he slid down my body. Another hard inhalation and he groaned.

  “How much you want to bet that little shit has been fucking this bitch all night?”

  They didn’t look like cops, didn’t sound like them either.

  “Where’s Callan?” Fear squeezed at my throat, the words little more than a croaking sound, but Baldie understood me anyway.

  “Bleeding and cuffed in our car, sugar.” He nodded at his partner, who had both hands on my ass, his head still distressingly close to my body. “Get some pants on her.”

  “Not yet,” the other answered as Baldie grabbed mine and Callan’s jackets and my shoes. “We have plenty of time.”