BREAKING THE RULES: Forsaken 99 MC

by Evelyn Glass

  Rachel’s groan as a small shiver passed through her made him grin as he slowly kissed down her body. He had always enjoyed pleasing his partners and believed that a woman having an orgasm was one of the most erotic things imaginable. But tonight there was something more, a deeper meaning to his teasing kisses. Tonight, for the first time in his life, he had admitted to a woman that he was giving himself to her, giving her more than just pleasure, but giving her his heart as well. He was hers, and he would never want anyone else. He knelt, sliding under her legs and bending her knees over his shoulders.

  She gasped as Jules’s tongue began to touch her in all the right places, gently at first then harder and faster, making her squirm. As he slowly ratcheted up the intensity of his cunnilingus she began to gasp. The strain of holding her position as Jules destroyed her with lips, tongue and finger caused her to tighten down on his back, using him as a brace. And still he tickled and probed, his index finger slowly curling and stroking her sweet spot as his tongue and lips slithered and gently pinched. She bore down on her orgasm, trying to hold it off, wanting to enjoy this moment for as long as possible but she knew she wasn’t going to last much longer, and she didn’t care.

  “I’m going to come, Jules. You’re going to make me come,” she hissed, her words rushed and jumbled together in a long series of sounds. He began to stroke faster as he began to slather his face around, pressing in harder with his tongue and trying to push her over the edge. Her heels began to dig into his back as she levered her ass off the stool, pushing her hips harder into his slashing tongue until with a deep groan she pressed in even harder. She began to twist in her orgasmic throes, so he caught her hips and held her securely, preventing her from tumbling from her precarious perch as he eased off on the intensity of his play until she began to relax.

  She looked up, catching his eyes as he slowly settled her back onto the stool. A giggle from deep and low in her chest bubbled forth unbidden before she blew out a deep cleansing breath.

  “I’m never going to look at this place the same way again,” she murmured, then giggled again. With a hiss from protesting muscles, she pushed herself off her elbows and into his waiting arms for a long and sloppy kiss. As her equilibrium returned, she forced him back with light pushes until she had enough room to get to her feet. The moment she regained her feet she took him by the hand and led him to the storage room.

  “Do you remember when you first kissed me in here? Then later, when you thought Todd had changed?” she asked as she closed the door behind her.

  “Yes.”

  “I want finish what we started.”

  Jules grinned. “You’re adventuresome tonight.”

  She smiled and poked him playfully in the chest with her fingers to emphasize her point. “I’m in fucking love, okay?”

  His grin broadened. “Funny… so am I.”

  “Show me,” she said as she steered his throbbing manhood between her legs.

  He picked her up and held her against the door, his hands under her ass, as she wrapped her legs and an arm around him, using her free hand to steer him to where she wanted him. As she surrounded him with her warm wetness, he made a sound, part moan, part sigh, and all sex.

  “I love you, Rachel,” he said just before taking her lips, banging her against the door with his hips and holding her there. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you too,” she murmured as they parted from the kiss, his lips going to her neck. His breath was hot as flame as he began to drive into her with long hard strokes. Almost immediately her mouth opened in a silent scream as he began to hit her just so, each plunge of his cock causing a searing wave of pleasure to course through her. Like their sitting position on his thinking rock, this was the first time she had been taken against a wall, and the newness of the position and his revelation of his love for her amplified the pleasure. She was going to come again, she could feel it beginning to swell within her, and it was going to be a mind-bender too.

  He could hear Rachel’s breathing change to the soft pants that he had learned meant she was tipping into a hard orgasm. He began to thrust harder and faster even as his own orgasm began to approach, bearing down on him with the frightening, unstoppable, power of an approaching train.

  “I’m going to come,” he grunted.

  Hearing that he was close excited her even more. “Oh god, so am I!” she gasped, her eyes clenching shut as she held him as tight as she could.

  Her wail started out soft but rapidly rose in volume as she slid into her orgasm, her cry of completion shredding the last of his control. With a final hard lunge of his hips, he drove into her as he spilled his essence into her, breathing hard from his orgasm and his exertions. He held her pinned against the door until he felt the release wash out of him with a final shudder. He kissed her softly on the neck for a moment before backing away from the door, still holding her tight.

  She didn’t want to let him go, but as he backed away from the door, she lowered her legs to take her weight then stepped in close again. His lips were waiting for hers as they held each other in their embrace. Her need for his kiss finally satisfied, she slowly, almost reluctantly, broke the kiss.

  “My brave knight,” she whispered as she rested her head on his shoulder.

  He smiled, liking how those words made him feel. “I will always be here for you. Nothing is going to hurt you.”

  “I know. I believe in you. I need you to believe in yourself. I need you to believe you are doing the right thing. I know it’s hard, but I need you to be brave and strong for just a little longer. For Vallecito. For me.”

  “I will.”

  She backed up so she could look into his face, reading his eyes, and she saw strength and determination there. She stepped back in close and returned her head to his shoulder. “Take me home, Jules. Take me home and hold me, make love to me, for the rest of the night.”

  He held her a moment more, enjoying the warmth of her skin, before he gently tipped her face up and kissed her softly on the lips. “I will,” he whispered as he pulled back from the kiss, and he did, for a knight always keeps his word.

  Chapter Forty Five

  Jules typed frantically on his phone. Blue GMC SUV TX plate BRC5310. He hit Send just as the GMC Terrain pulled onto the highway and headed North. Having run several intercepts, they had a pretty good idea that the drugs were going to go North on 118, so they had positioned the women, along with Eric and Marsh, several miles out of town at various stops. He sent the text to all four vehicles so they could start the tail as the SUV passed each of their locations.

  “They’re getting ready to move out,” Hugh said.

  “Let’s hang back a little and see if the club leaves first. If they ride with them until they go off road, we are going to have to let them go. I knew we should have come in the trucks,” Jules fumed.

  “No. The bikes are the right choice,” Hugh said quietly as they watched the men shaking hands and milling about in the distance. “It helps drive the message home.”

  This was the first time Jules had been on his bike since the hit on the cleaning crew, and it had felt so damn good to be in the saddle again. But Harleys are not off-road bikes and they would have no hope of following -- much less catching -- the cartel once they left the pavement. The four men continued to watch until they heard the Harley engines start in the distance. The men rose from their concealed position and hurried down the small bluff to their waiting bikes. They quickly started them and carefully made their way down the dirt road before stopping at the pavement.

  As they had hoped, the other SUV the cartel had arrived in whizzed past, heading south, back for the border, and there were no other Forsaken 99 members in sight. Jules smiled. Time to resort to a little subterfuge. Easing out on the clutch, Jules turned his bike onto the road in pursuit.

  ***

  Rachel was bopping along interstate 20, patting her hands on the wheel and singing along with Alan Jackson as he crooned out Livin’ on Love, an old f
avorite of hers that suddenly had new meaning. She had been on point for the past twenty minutes as they approached Odessa. When they turned onto interstate 20 she was certain they were headed for the same truck stop she and Jules had tailed them to the last time, and she was right. Exotic had been right on her ass as the SUV exited the interstate, and followed them off as Rachel proceeded on to the next exit. She would turn around and come back, but each time they had changed from one road to the next, the car first in line didn’t follow, turning the point duty over to the car just behind. It was a scheme they had worked out, and even practiced once, while waiting on news of the next intercept.

  She had already turned around and was almost back to the truck stop on the service road when her phone chirred with the arrival of a text. She didn’t even bother reading it until she found Exotic’s BMW and Liv’s Nissan 370z. She pulled in and stepped out of her car.

  “Where are they?” Rachel asked.

  Liv pointed across the parking lot and Rachel squinted until she spotted the SUV sitting in a semi-deserted section of the parking lot near where the big rigs were parked.

  “Now what?” Exotic asked as Eric and Marsh arrived and pulled into an empty space near the women.

  Liv smiled. “Follow my lead,” she answered then turned her attention to Marsh. “Wait in the truck,” she ordered as he started to step out.

  “What are you going to do?” Marsh asked.

  “I’m going to create a distraction. Get ready to go.” Liv then took her blouse in her hands and give it several quick jerks, popping the buttons off to reveal a large amount of flesh. She then took one sandal off and threw it as far as she could in the general direction of the SUV they had followed.

  Exotic began to laugh as understanding began to dawn. “Oh… you are one evil bitch.”

  Liv smiled. “You ladies ready?”

  Rachel made her face serious, broke into giggles, then settled into character. “Let’s go stir up some shit.”

  The three women burst into the restaurant. “Someone call the cops!” Liv cried as she skidded to a stop. “Two guys attacked us outside.”

  All eyes in the restaurant turned toward the three women, all wide eyed and out of breath, one missing a shoe and holding her torn shirt shut. She gave them just a moment to take it all in. “Don’t just sit there. They were going to kidnap, or rape us, or something!”

  Several big men rose from their chairs and walked over to them. “Are you ladies okay?” one of the men rumbled.

  “I think so!” Liv cried, looking around frantically. “Two guys tried to drag me into their car. If my friends hadn’t been there and started screaming, I don’t know what would have happened! They ran to a blue SUV! They’re still out there!”

  The three men looked at each other. “Do you know them?”

  “No! Rachel, Kelly and I are just on our way to Dallas. We just stopped for gas. These two guys walked up and said they were trying to find someplace. We’re not even from around here! After I filled up, I parked the car so we could go to the bathroom and get something to eat. As I was getting out of the car, they grabbed me and tried to drag me off. When Kelly and Rachel started screaming for help they let me go and ran back to their SUV!”

  “You said they are still out there?” another man asked as he walked up.

  “Yes! A blue SUV, parked over by the big trucks!”

  The four men looked at each other again. “Wait here,” one said as they turned toward the door, two more men who were sitting nearby rising to join them as they moved toward the door.

  “I think I’m going to be sick,” Rachel moaned. “Bathroom?”

  The hostess who had been listening looked at her with sympathy. “Through those door, honey. Do you need anything?”

  Rachel turned and bolted for the door, nearly choking on laughter. Liv should win an Academy Award for best actress for that performance. She dialed Marsh’s number as quickly as she could while laughing her ass off.

  “Six men headed out. Follow them. They’re truckers heading over to have a chat with Forsaken 99 over trying to kidnap your old lady,” Rachel gasped out between bouts of laughter.

  “What?” Marsh squawked.

  “Just follow them!” she gasped before ending the call. She didn’t have time to type all that into a text, so she was just going to have to cross her fingers and hope the call was too brief, too cryptic, or both, to do anyone any good.

  Getting herself under control, Rachel exited the bathroom and walked back into the restaurant. “My friends?” she asked the hostess.

  “Outside.”

  Rachel hurried through the door and joined Liv and Exotic as they watched the six men talking pointedly to the Forsaken 99 members. Rachel squinted, trying to make out who the men were. One was Warren for certain, and the other may have been Kyle or maybe Skinner, she couldn’t tell for sure.

  “Marsh and Eric know what is going on.”

  “I saw them sneaking over that way,” Exotic said.

  As they watched, Warren took a swing at one of the men and Rachel shook her head. Three to one odds. Warren never was the brightest crayon in the box. It was over in moments and the six men turned and started back across the parking lot, the two Forsaken 99 members down on the ground. The men looked back a couple of times, to make sure the two men had enough, but as Liv released the front of her blouse and smiled at the approaching men they stopped looking behind them.

  “Thank you!” she gushed, bouncing out into the parking lot and hugging each man in turn. Rachel looked down and smiled, amused by the fact the six men all tried to not stare at the fleshy mounds of her breasts.

  As Liv flattered the men with attention, Rachel saw Eric and Marsh sneak up from behind the SUV as the two beaten men struggled to their feet. They went stiff as a hand went around their mouths when Marsh and Eric closed up behind them and walked them backward around the SUV until they were out of sight. Rachel and Exotic looked at each other, their eyes wide, both thinking the same thing. It’s a good thing these guys are on our side.

  They saw the SUV rock a couple of times, then Marsh walked around the front of the SUV and crawled behind the wheel like he owned the thing as Eric walked nonchalantly back to his truck.

  Rachel and Exotic reached for their purses as the same time as their phones announced a message. While Liv began to extract herself from the attention of the six men, Rachel read her message.

  It’s done. Warren and Kyle are sleeping. Will dump the bodies somewhere on the way home where they can walk to help. Thanks for the distraction! They never knew what hit them!

  She had just finished reading when Exotic’s phone twittered again and Exotic began to giggle. As Rachel looked at her, she held her phone so she could read the text she alone got from Eric.

  I expect a full report when you get home.

  “Shit. I have to go. Now,” she purred then giggled again. “I’ll give him a full report,” she said in a way that made Rachel think there would be a lot more than just talking involved. “I want to do this again,” she whispered into Rachel’s ear. “But next time I get to be the one that gets attacked.”

  ***

  It was almost midnight when Rachel eased her car into the garage at her home. She had called Jules as she approached Vallecito and he said he would leave the bar for Angie and Rebecca to clean up as soon as it closed and the last of the customers were out.

  Less than forty-five minutes later he stepped into her house and held her long and tight.

  “How’d it go?” he asked softly as he continued to hold her.

  “Smooth as silk. Warren and Kyle go the shit beat out of them twice, but they had no idea what was going down. That Liv… you do not want to piss her off.”

  “Why? What happened?”

  Rachel spent several minute telling Jules how Liv had managed to manipulate the truckers into distracting the drug runners until Marsh and Eric were in position to get the drop on them.

  “And they didn’t see who
took them down?” Jules asked. That was always going to be the hard part, taking down the guys running the drugs without them knowing who did it while not looking like hoods by wearing ski masks.

  “Eric didn’t seem to think so. They were too far away for a good look, but they weren’t moving too good when Eric and Marsh jumped them from behind. What about you?”

  Jules shrugged. “We killed one of the cartel but the other one got away.”

  “How did you get them to stop?”