But, Shane isn’t finished. He is on me, pushing me back down, and then following with his body. I scramble, trying to turn on him, but he catches me and pulls me back to him. He drags me backwards through the mud before driving into me from behind. I scream in pleasure, as I tear at the grass covered ruts we are rolling in.
“You may have gotten into the club, but you’re still mine,” Shane sneers into my ear, as he reaches around me and mauls my tits with his big hands. Plus, he’s still fucking the shit out of me.
“I’m yours,” I gasp, mindless with the pleasure he is giving me.
“Louder! Say it louder!”
“I’m yours!” I scream, as I come yet again. I’m shaking and quivering, as my body lights up with erotic energy.
“I will never let you go!” Shane growls, as he pummels into me and his hands hold me tightly to him.
“No,” I pant. “Never let me go…”
Shane shoves me away from him and rolls me to my back. As the sky reverberates to the lights and sounds of Gaia’s own rock concert, he covers me and begins to thrusts into me violently. The wind roars and hisses, as the rain whips me with its stinging barbs.
Another orgasm hits me like a thunderclap, causing me to scream like a banshee. I fight with Shane, trying desperately to get free of the exquisite pleasure he is giving me. He grabs my slapping hands and holds me tight, as he pile drives me into the mud. He fucks me so hard that I can feel the water splashing on the inside of my thighs with every pounding stroke.
Again Shane roars, throwing himself backwards off of me onto his back, spasming in orgasmic fury. His hips pump at the air, as his cum sprays out onto his chest before it is instantly washed away by the rain.
“I’ve beaten you, you mother-fucker,” I sneer swinging my hips over him and taking him into me once more.
“No,” Shane says quietly, as he pulls me gently down. “I haven’t been competing with you. I’ve been behind you the entire way.”
I grab his head, holding it tight as I stare into his eyes. “You lie! You’ve been gone! You have never been here for me!” I shout.
Shane’s face softens. “No…I never left. I have been always been right behind you. Ready to offer a steadying hand, if you needed it. But you never did.”
As I stare into his face, I realize he is right. I remember the glimpses, seeing his face out of the corner of my eye, but when I would turn to look, he would be gone. I always thought it was my imagination, but now…
“You’ve always been here for me?”
“Always,” Shane says softly, as the rain begins to slow and the sky to clear. “I love you, Maggie. I always have. I always will.”
Shane begins to thrust again, but gently. The animal-like violence is gone. “You love me?” I ask, shocked to hear him say it.
“Yes.”
“Is that why you are letting me in the club?”
“No…you’ve earned that right. You’ve proven yourself. You deserve to be a 417.”
I stare into Shane handsome face, as I lean down for a kiss. He rolls over with me. Now, we are laying in the cool grass, out of the mud. The rain has washed us clean. He takes my lips gently, tenderly. It is the kiss of lover, not a rival.
“Show me,” I whisper. “Show me that you love me.”
The grass is cool, thick, and soft. Shane positions me, then slowly enters my wetness. It causes me to gasp in pleasure. It is as if the violent fucking never happened and we are making love for the first time. We are twenty again and just beginning to fall in love. My hands go behind Shane’s neck and I pull his head down, so I can look into his eyes. He smiles his heart-melting smile that I know so well.
“I love you, Maggie Rice,” Shane says softly. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” I whisper softly, turning my head so he won’t see my tears of joy.
Shane gently turns my face back to his and lowers his lips to mine so we kiss. “You have made me the happiest man in the world.”
“You have made me the happiest woman in the world.”
“Happier than joining the 417s?” Shane asks, slowly thrusting as he continues to kiss me lightly.
“Yes,” I whisper, as I feel the stirrings of another orgasm. “Yes. You are more important than motorcycles.”
Shane explodes into motion, thrusting hard and fast. I can feel my orgasm swell, pouring over me as the rain had moments before. I cling to Shane as I keen. My orgasm burns through me, clearing away my fears and doubts and reducing them to ash. This is right. This is what is important. Shane and Maggie. Maggie and Shane. The two of us. Forever.
I gasp in relief, as I come out from under the orgasm. I giggle low and deep in my chest, as joy swells within me. As Shane pauses, gasping for breath from his efforts, I pull his mouth to mine and we kiss. “I love you, Shane Perry,” I whisper.
“I love you, Maggie Perry.”
I push Shane over, turning him to his back. “You have given me so much,” I whisper, as I take him inside once more.
“I will give you more.”
“No,” I whisper. “You have given enough. I will ask for no more.”
We begin to move together again, his hardness feeling delicious inside of me. “You don’t have to ask,” Shane says quietly. “I am here for you. I always have been.”
I lower my lips to his, loving him more than I would have thought possible. “I know,” I whisper into his lips.
We make love for hours, Shane pleasing me in every imaginable way. As I come for what seems like the millionth time, Shane pulls out and lies still beside me, pulling me in close. The sky is clear again and the moon is full, allowing me to see him clearly. The grass, thick and luxurious, is as comfortable as the finest bed. I’m as content and comfortable as I have ever been, as I snuggle in.
“What now?” I ask. “How will we get back to town? We have no clothes.”
“I have clothes,” Shane says softly. “In the trailer. And your jacket. Your 417 jacket.”
“It’s here?” I ask in surprise.
“Yes. I always knew you would earn it.”
“May I see it?” I ask, wanting that jacket almost more than anything.
“Now? Or do you want to wait until later?” Shane asks as he softly strokes my breast.
“Later,” I purr softly.
***
I feel my eyes flutter open.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” Shane says, smiling at me before leaning down for a nice, long, good morning kiss. His hand is still gently caressing my breast. My arms snake around him, pulling him into the kiss. “Wow!” Shane says softly, a loving smile on his lips as we part. “Good morning to me, too!”
I snicker. “Yeah,” I murmur. “It’s a shame we have a meeting to attend this morning.”
“And why is that?” Shane asks, slowly dragging a finger along the curve of my breast.
“That’s why,” I say before I stretch, working the kinks out with a groan. “What time is it?”
“Nearly six.”
We need to get up,” I groan, still trying to claw my way up out of sleep.
“We have a few minutes,” Shane says, as he pulls me into a snuggle.
I take a deep breath and snuggle in. “Why the hell do we have these meetings so early?” I grumble.
“Now that you are going to be the president, you can change it if you want to,” Shane says lightly. “What’s the point of power if you can’t abuse it? It can be your first official proclamation this morning after Philip swears you into office.”
I snicker. “Nothing, I guess. But the meetings have been held at eight o’clock for forever. It seems a shame to break such a long tradition,” I say. “It’s only once a month.”
“I know. I guess I can give you up for a few hours one Saturday morning a month,” Shane says with a grin. We are silent a moment, then Shane speaks to me quietly, “Mags?”
“Hmmm?” I murmur as I lie in his arms, enjoying the closeness.
“I just wanted to tell
you, before we get busy this morning, how proud I am of you.”
“You’re just saying that because I’m about to be your boss,” I tease.
Shane chuckles. “No. I mean it,” he says softly. “The first woman member of the 417s. The first woman officer. And now the first woman president. That’s something to be proud of. Now look at us. Over four hundred full and associate members. We have twenty or twenty-one full women members, if I remember the count correctly. We are one of the most respected clubs in South Carolina and we go good works. Most of it is because of you. You’re the one that first started speaking to kids in school, remember? I think your dad, if he were still around, would be proud of you too.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah, I do. I know he said he didn’t want you riding bikes or joining the club, but look at what you’ve done. You’ve taken his little motorcycle repair business and made it into the most respected restoration shop on the east coast, if not the entire country. And now you are taking over the club he founded. I wish he could see you now.”
I smile. “Yeah. Me too. I just hope I’m up for this.”
Now, it’s Shane’s turn to snicker. “You run a multi-million dollar business that employs fifteen people. People ship in bikes from all over the country, just so Maggie Perry can give them her magic touch. Not to mention you are in discussions to have the Velocity Channel come in and make a television series about your shop. I think you can handle this. It was a unanimous vote, remember? Everyone thinks the club is in good hands.”
“With one abstention as I recall.”
“It didn’t seem kosher for me, as the sitting vice-president, to vote for my own wife. How would that look?”
I snicker, as I sit up and stretch again. “But you nominated me.”
“Well,” Shane says with a shy grin, “the club functions best when we have the best people in office.”
“Get up. I’ll get the kids up and fed while you shower. Then, you can run them over to Mom’s while I get ready. Oh, and remind me…no more chips and salsa while we are watching a late movie. I had the craziest dream last night.”
Shane snickers. “I don’t think you need the salsa for those. You’ve been having them for as long as I have known you. Since before we were married. What was it this time? Bears on motorcycles chasing you through the woods again? Or was it the working in the shop while everyone is naked and a customer arrives one?”
I giggle at Shane. He has been making me laugh since high school. “No, nothing that crazy. You were in it this time.” I slink up to him and take him into my arms. “And we were involved in some pretty crazy sex. Oh, and motorcycle racing. In the nude.” I pause and stare into his eyes for a moment. “I think after the meeting we should just leave the kids with their grandmother for a while. What do you think?”
“I think your mom would love to have the kids for the day. I know I would love to have you alone for few hours. I’ll leave some money and they can all go out for lunch.”
I grin at my husband of fifteen years, warming at the thought of some alone time with him. “Yes. I would like that, too.”
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Allison Russell has a special knack for getting into trouble.
An intoxicating mix of beauty and bravado, she made her living unearthing things certain people would rather remain buried: stolen goods, dirty secrets, and more than a little trouble. She lived for the thrill of the hunt, and a fat stack of cash after a job well done sure didn’t hurt.
Jake Brighton has two talents, riding and thieving.
He loved them in just that order, too. There was no better feeling than making a clean getaway with his partners in crime and fellow bikers, the Dixon Crew. He’d been riding with the Dixons since before he was shaving. They were his friends and his brothers and he’d proudly take a bullet for any one of them.
And that’s why he ain’t buying what Allison Russell is selling.
A case of mistaken identity on the job leads Allison to a startling discovery, but before she can inform her client she must escape the Dixon Crew with her life. She must persuade the handsome but distrustful Jake Brighton to come to her aid, but his loyalty to his friends may just be the only thing more powerful than the aching tension growing between them.
Jake believes in his crew, but Allison intoxicates him.
If what she says is true, he’s been living a lie. But trusting a beautiful woman is never easy, particularly one who stirs a lust in him he’s never known. Is Allison the real deal, or is she using him to satisfy her client?
***
Grace is the very best at what she does.
Working for the Public Defender’s Office is thankless and the pay is meager, but she’s a true believer in the justice system. The beautiful, underpaid attorney has made it her life’s mission to see to it that ‘innocent until proven guilty’ still means something.
Tobey is a self-confessed career criminal.
Enforcer, thief, con-man ... He’s done it all and proudly. Tobey never cared for authority and a life of crime agrees with him.The handsome thug carved out a comfortable life for himself pulling odd jobs for a motorcycle gang, but only when he feels like it.
There are some things Tobey won’t do for any price.
Namely murder, so it’s a shock when he’s arrested for the death of a local businessman. Tobey knows he’s been framed, but the evidence is overwhelming and the outlook is grim.
That is until the lovely public defender comes to his rescue.
But when Grace uncovers evidence to exonerate Tobey both their lives are in danger and Tobey is quickly coming to the conclusion that he can’t let any harm come to his beautiful champion, not now or ever.
***
Casey Stone has always known her family was a little different.
She doesn’t know the details, but she’s heard enough whispers through cracked doors to know they’re criminals of some variety, and she’s happy not to know which.
Brian was just playing around when he sidled up to the Stone boys’ sister and offered her a drink.
He isn’t a cruel man, but the boys were watching and their sister is objectively beautiful - long legs, modest curves, and a face that begs to be kissed. He just couldn’t resist riling them up a bit. Then she spoke and he was lost.
The Stone boys were not about to let this one slide.
They couldn’t send her running to him any faster than by forbidding her to see him. If they’d told her she’d destroy the subtle truce between two rival gangs and cause a cycle of violence and death, she might have been more willing to listen.
Now there’s a line drawn in the sand, and Brian and Casey are standing on opposite sides.
Can Brian put an end to the feuding before he loses Casey forever? Or is it too late already to repair the fragile trust between them?
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Michael Lawrence is not the kind of man who runs from a little conflict.
He’s a brute. Or at least that’s the reputation he’s so carefully cultivated throughout his years of running his crew, a gang of motorcycle enthusiasts comprised of thugs and professionals alike. They all have one thing in common: they all find Michael Lawrence a lot more frightening than local law enforcement.
Sarah knows all about Michael Lawrence.
Or so she thinks. She’s come across his handiwork writing for the paper and what she’s seen has disgusted her. Sarah detests violence, the thing Michael Lawrence seems to bring with him everywhere he goes.
Now Michael is getting to know Sarah.
Sarah’s latest article has Michael’s crew all worked up, as it implicates about half of them. Michael’s not too pleased, either, but when his crew decides to take matters into their own hands it’s Michael’s reluctant duty to keep her safe.
And Sarah doesn’t have the good sense to be terrified.
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nbsp; The beautiful reporter has no fear and no particular fondness for Michael. Can Michael bring her around before she runs headlong into serious trouble? And more importantly, how will find the strength to let her go when the danger’s passed?
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