Maverick (The Black Hornets MC Book 2)

by Savannah Rylan

  “A motorcycle ride through the valley,” he said.

  My eyes met his as the waitress came back. She had money for Maverick and the check to signify that it had been paid, and he left the woman a very generous tip. He stood up from his seat and drank up the last of his milkshake, then held out his hand to me.

  “But my car’s parked here,” I said.

  “It’ll be fine here, sweetie,” the waitress said.

  I looked over at her, and she winked at me like we were sharing some sort of secret. What I really wanted her to do was shut the hell up. I couldn’t get on this man’s bike with him again.

  I’d never want to leave if I did.

  “Come on. You know you want to,” Maverick said as he wiggled his fingers.

  “But I’ve got my laptop with me and if it gets too hot…”

  “Sounds like you’re making excuses for denying what you really want.”

  I looked down at his hand and sighed. “Okay. But we have to come back for my car before the sun gets too high in the sky. That three to four o’clock hour is brutal, and I don’t want my laptop to get damaged.”

  “We could take your car home first. Or to my place.”

  “We can leave it here, it’s fine,” I said.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Positive,” I said as I stood up.

  I reached for my things, then took Maverick’s hand. He escorted me out of the restaurant, and I headed for my car, our fingers entwined the entire time. He walked me to my car, and I popped my trunk, then I slid my laptop and its case into the back. I buried my purse underneath some blankets I had in the back before I shut the trunk, but not before the contents of my purse spilled out.

  Including my identification.

  “Gabriela Martinez,” Maverick said.

  Fuck. Shit. None of this was good. I scrambled to get my things back into my purse before I closed the trunk, then smiled up at Maverick. Holy fucking hell, I’d blown it. I couldn’t see him after this. Now that he knew my real name, it would be easy for him to track me down.

  Fucking hell.

  “That’s a beautiful name,” Maverick said.

  I blushed at his words. “Thanks.”

  “Ready to go?” he asked.

  I nodded my head, and away we went. We ventured over to his bike, and I hopped on, wrapping my arms around him tightly. I pressed my cheek against his back. I took in the feel of the way he felt between my legs. I relished the way the wind whipped through my hair and the smell of the desert underneath my nostrils as we drove through it.

  Because this was the last time, I’d be able to enjoy something like this with him.

  Who would’ve thought a tipped-over purse could have blown my entire operation out of the water?

  Chapter 13

  Maverick

  I rode us out into the valley, which was really a secluded spot between three massive red clay mountains. The way she held me tightly and the way her cheek pressed into my back was enough to make my head spin. She fit perfectly behind me on my bike. And I loved every second of it. The way she gripped my abs while taking sharp corners and the way she effortlessly scooted closer to me. I had to stop myself from groaning most times.

  But when we rode into the middle of the valley and found ourselves alone, I could no longer contain myself.

  I put the kickstand down and slipped from my bike, then turned to face Gabby. I watched her take in the valley. I watched her eyes dance along the beauty of this place. She drew in a deep breath and cried out, giggling as her voice echoed time and time against off the corners of the mountains.

  Then, I pressed my lips to the shell of her ear.

  “Oh,” she groaned.

  And it echoed off the caverns of the mountains surrounding us.

  “Maverick,” she whispered.

  “You’ll have to be louder than that,” I murmured into her skin.

  I bit down into her neck, and she moaned. I listened as it bounced off the walls that surrounded us. It wrapped me up in her. It drowned me in her sounds. I wasted no time in turning her to me, her legs falling over the side of my bike as I stood between them.

  “What if someone finds us?” she whispered.

  I opened my eyes long enough to catch the hesitancy in her gaze. I crooked my finger underneath her chin and slid my thumb along her lower lip. She puckered up and kissed it. I saw her pupils dilate with want. I guided her lips to mine without a response to her question, hoping my body would open up hers.

  But when she drew back just the slightest bit, I nuzzled my nose against hers.

  “I’d never let anyone see you as vulnerable as you are with me. That is my promise to you,” I said.

  And it was enough to break down her walls.

  She kissed me with a fury that sent my cock pressing against my jeans. I wasted no time in shoving my pants down and pulling out my thick dick for her. She rolled her hips into me. My fingertips hooked into the band of her yoga pants and relieved them from her body. I slipped my fingers in between her pussy lips and worked her clit, feeling her pant into the crook of my neck.

  “Oh, Maverick. I’m so wet for you. Fuck. Please, let me feel you this time.”

  And I had every intention of granting her wish.

  She held onto me, her legs wrapped around my body. Her juices dripped down my cock as I swirled my fingers around her clit. She shook against me. Darted and jolted as her ass sat against the leather of my bike. Her noises bounced off the mountains, growing in sound and desperation as the sun coated us in a light sheen of sweat.

  “Maverick. Yes. Fucking hell, I’m coming. I’m coming. Don’t stop. Don’t stop! Maverick!”

  My name bounced off the ravine, pulling a brazen smile across my face. Her head fell back, and her neck was open to me, so my lips devoured her. Sucked on her skin and nibbled her pulse point until her juices dripped down my own fucking thighs. Then, I removed my fingers and wrapped my hand around my thick cock. I stroked it for her, coating myself in her juices before teasing her entrance.

  “We’ll take it slow, okay?” I asked.

  Her forehead came crashing back to mine, and she answered me with a resounding roll of her hips.

  “Oh, shit. The… fuck?” she breathed.

  My hand came down onto my bike in order to hold myself up. Holy hell, her pussy was so tight. Her walls held me in a vice grip while fighting the intrusion of my massive cock. Her legs fell from around me, and her body went limp against mine. I kissed her cheeks and her forehead, soothing her to relax as I slowly slid in. Centimeter by centimeter, trying not to hurt her. Fuck, it felt like she was a virgin. Her pussy expanding around me for the first time as the throbbing veins of my dick raked against her walls.

  “Holy shit,” Gabby swallowed. “You’re… it’s…”

  I grinned into her hair before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

  “Take a deep breath,” I said.

  I felt her chest expand against my body before I slid the rest of the way in.

  “Oh, holy fuck!” she exclaimed.

  “So tight for me. Such a good girl, Gabby.”

  “Maverick. Shit. It’s too much. Oh, hell yes.”

  She fisted my shirt as I moved my hips, and we lost ourselves in one another. She was the first woman that didn’t complain about how much I hurt her. She was the first woman to not pull away from me, scared of how big I was. If anything, she pulled me closer. Pressed her pussy down onto my cock, taking me in as deeply as she could. And it felt like heaven to feel this close to a woman. Close to her softness and her warmth. I couldn’t get enough of it. My sounds matched hers as they bounced off the mountains, dueling in volume and frequency.

  I held Gabby tight to me as I pounded into her body, coating my bike in her scent and trying with all my might to keep myself upright.

  Her pussy swallowed me down. Over and over again, as it molded to my girth. I bit down into her shoulder and growled into her skin. She wrapped her arms around me and bucke
d wildly into my body. I leaned her back on my bike. I splayed her out for the taking as my hips connected wildly with hers. I took her as if she was mine. As if it was the last time I’d ever taken a woman in my life.

  And the pleasure that cascaded over her features forever seared itself into my memory.

  “Maverick. Yes. I’m coming. Don’t stop! Fucking hell, your dick is so big. Don’t stop, please!”

  “Never, Gabby. I’ll ever stop. Holy shit, you feel amazing.”

  She threw herself at me, and I caught her in my grasp. She wrapped her entire body around me, her face burying into the crook of my neck. She came like a beauty. Nothing but sweat and cum and groans dripping from her body while she shook against me. I stilled my movements. I relished in the feeling of a pussy milking my dick for all it had. I leaned heavily against my bike, feeling my knees go weak as my cock exploded against her wondrous walls.

  “Gabby. Shit, Gabby. Just like that,” I growled.

  I filled her to the brim. For the first time in years, I felt a woman’s body accept my threads of come. She held me in her vice grip that threatened to choke my dick off. Her rippling walls poured juices over my balls that left my head spinning for more. I stumbled onto the bike. I sat her back down on it and propped my body against it. I heaved for air as she nuzzled against me, her nose stroking the side of my neck.

  “You feel so good,” she whispered.

  I kissed the side of her head before her pussy finally pushed my cock out.

  “Not as good as you do, beautiful. I promise,” I said.

  The two of us sat there and caught our breath, with our pants around our ankles and our bodies coated in the other, we let the cool breeze wafting through the ravine dry our sweating foreheads. I captured Gabby’s lips in a searing kiss. One we hadn’t shared because of our dire need for one another. She ran her hands through my hair, and I fisted hers. I felt my body come alive again. I could do this over and over with her. Again, and again, until I collapsed to my knees in the sand from exhaustion.

  But, I felt her pull away.

  “I have to get back to my car,” Gabby whispered.

  I nodded against her forehead. “I know.”

  “Thank you for lunch.”

  I grinned. “No thanks needed for it.”

  “I guess I should get off your bike and pull my pants back up.”

  “I mean if you don’t want to ride with your ass out, sure.”

  She giggled as I helped her down, and the two of us made ourselves presentable. Shoving things where they needed to go and pulling our clothes back up over our bodies. Gabby fluffed that beautiful hair of hers out before situating her shirt back on her shoulders, then she looked around her one last time and drew in a deep breath.

  “It really is very beautiful here,” she said.

  “Maybe I could bring you back sometime.”

  “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?” she asked coyly.

  “Yes. I really would.”

  She looked at me over her shoulder, and we shared a moment. Her eyes connected with mine and the world ceased to exist. She giggled and dropped her gaze, then slung her leg back over my bike like it was becoming home. I wasn’t ready to take her back. I wanted to spend more time with her. But, bringing her back to her car would provide me with some time to meet up with the guys and see if anyone had made any sort of developments.

  Jace, in particular.

  “Do you want me to ride behind you back to your place to make sure you get there okay?” I asked.

  I cranked up my bike as Gabby shook her head against my back.

  “That’s kind of you, but I still kind of live with my parents?”

  “Do you not know? Or are you looking for my reaction?” I asked.

  “I’m just saving up for my own place. But I know it’s kind of taboo for a twenty-four-year-old to still live with their mother and father.”

  “It’s more common than you think. And honorable that you want to buy your own place. Though, it would be awkward if some random guy on a bike followed you home and rode by without stopping.”

  “Maybe just a little,” she said, giggling.

  “Then, I guess I’ll give you a kiss and call you later then. How does that sound?”

  “Get me back to my car first, and we’ll figure those details out.”

  I rode her back to her car and enveloped her in the biggest kiss I’d ever given any other woman. I bent her back and cradled her against my body, relishing in the taste of her. She pressed her hands into my chest and fisted my shirt, drawing me closer to her body. I could have taken her right against her car. Right there, in front of the entire fucking town watching us. But, I kept my cool. I nibbled on her lower lip to give her a taste of what was to come, then I kissed the tip of her nose and opened her car door for her.

  “Get home safely, okay?” I asked.

  “That’s one thing I can guarantee that I’ll do,” Gabby said.

  “I’ll call you later, okay?”

  She peeked up at me from her seat before she closed her door. She nodded her head as a cheeky smile spread across her cheeks, and I watched her pull out of the parking space and drive off. I enjoyed her playful demeanor, and I couldn’t wait to see her again.

  But now, it was time to go find the guys.

  I hopped back onto my bike and made my way to the bar. I knew the guys would all be there. It was our favorite gathering spot during times like this. It gave us a chance to freely talk and shoot the shit as well as catch up on things with an impromptu church meeting. I rode back across town and parked my bike, then strolled in and found all of the guys sitting at a table in the back.

  “I told you the man would show up! It’s like he knows when we’re all here,” Jace said.

  “Ah, someone already missing me?” I asked, grinning.

  “Sit your ass down. Jace has some information for us,” Colt said.

  “And it’s good information, too,” Duke said.

  “I take it I’m late to the party. Whatcha got, Jace?” I asked.

  “Well, I started by looking into Sebastian’s family. It was pretty easy to figure out what the hell went wrong with those cameras through the back roads of town, but it’s going to take me some time to pinpoint when exactly the cameras were stalled out,” Jace said.

  “Wait, wait, wait. So, someone did feed a still image or whatever into the cameras,” I said.

  “Oh, yeah. And they did it seamlessly as well, too,” Jace said.

  “It’s fucking with us, but we’re getting there,” Colt said.

  “He found some shit on Sebastian,” Duke said.

  “I’m getting there, Duke. Damn,” Jace said.

  “So, we’re a work in progress on the cameras. We know someone tampered with them, we just don’t know who or when. Got it,” I said.

  “The who is what I’m working on. Hence why I started looking into Sebastian. Turns out, the asshole doesn’t have much immediately family. But, he does have a cousin in the area,” Jace said.

  “Does this cousin have any ties to the cartel?” I asked.

  “Loads, apparently. All rumors, of course. But, there are tons of rumored connections. And we all know that rumors are partially based on truth anyway. Sebastian had a cousin in the area named Alejandro Martinez. And I found a lot of camera footage around the city of the two of them meeting up for lunches and shit,” Jace said.

  I furrowed my brow at the name. “Martinez?”

  “Yep. So, I’m looking into them now. If there’s anyone from Sebastian’s history that would have tampered with our cameras, it’s them,” Jace said.

  “What do you mean, ‘them’?” I asked.

  “Well, Alejandro Martinez has a family. A wife. Several daughters. Like, for or five of them, God bless his soul. And depending on how he’s grooming his daughters--which you know the cartel does a lot of--any one of them could be capable of doing something like this as well,” Jace said.

  I felt my blood run cold in my ve
ins. “So, his daughters are older, then.”

  “His youngest daughter is seventeen. So, yes. Cartels always start in on them young, so I’m trying to compile bios on all of them, just in case,” Jace said.

  “Do we have names on the daughters?” I asked.

  Colt grinned. “Why? Looking to infiltrate the clan with those muscles of yours?”

  There’s a chance I already have.

  “I can’t rattle them off the top of my head right now. But, I know one is named Alejandra, and one is named Gabriela,” Jace said.

  And at that moment, the entirety of my vision dripped red.

  Chapter 14

  Gabriela

  I got back to my house, and my parents weren’t home. How convenient. As I walked in and headed straight for my room, part of me wondered if I could have brought Maverick back over. I shook the thought from my head almost immediately. There was no way in hell I could have brought that man back here. It was too dangerous. Too risky. And it bordered on obliterating everything I had built with him until this point. Then again, I’d already done that. With the fumbling of my purse in my trunk, he now had my last name. And depending on how good his memory was and what kind of look he got, he might have had part of my address.

  This operation was done, as far as I was concerned.

  I threw open my closet and sat down at my computer. It was time for me to start digging around for more information, while I still could. I had those bank statements. I had those official documents from their club’s treasury. And I had a little more information on Colt. Hopefully, that was all I needed to plug in the rest of the holes that had sent me on this mission in the first place.

  However, the more digging I did, the more questions I ended up getting. Which shouldn’t have shocked me in the slightest. I found that the Black Hornets were connected to another club called the High Rollers. They were based out of Vegas. I was surprised that they had a client so far away, but I guess that they had another chapter of the Black Hornets out there helping them. The High Rollers MC paid them regular sums of money. And judging by the amounts dumping into the account, it was a very lucrative position. At least once a month, and sometimes multiple times a month, this club was paying the Black Hornets close to half a million damn dollars to do whatever it was they did.