BREAKING THE RULES: Forsaken 99 MC

by Evelyn Glass

  My book wasn't an erotic book and I would never leave this chapter in there, but they say writers use their work as an outlet of their own experiences and I hadn't once found it to be otherwise. Doing the sex scene between Kylee and her newfound biker love made the time tick by a hell of a lot faster than it had been before.

  Maybe this was something to remember for those future days that could get so damn long. Boy, the girls would absolutely freak out if I read this to them. Maybe it would be worth it, just to see their reaction.

  I was lost in my idea of how it would go down when I realized a woman was staring at me. She stood just a few feet away from the counter like she'd been waiting for me but didn't want to be close enough to impose.

  "Can I help you?"

  She nodded. "Do you have any books on relationship advice?"

  I pointed to the shelf with the how-to books. "If we have any, they’ll be there."

  She smiled at me and there was something creepy about it. It didn't reach her eyes - it was something plastered on her face and those eyes were cold and hard.

  "You see, I'm having problems with my ex-boyfriend and I need something big to bring the house down."

  The way she said 'bring the house down' didn't sound like she was using it as a metaphor.

  "Uhm..." What could I say to that? No don't? Or, sure, I get it? She was being weird.

  "How many hunters do you think are out there?"

  I narrowed my eyes at her. "What?"

  "I think it's hunting season. Don't you?"

  I shook my head slowly from side to side. This woman was batshit crazy.

  "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

  She pulled a face at me that looked a lot like she was baring her teeth at me. A smile gone very, very wrong.

  "No, thank you. I think I need to clean up this mess myself." She kissed her palm and blew the kiss at me before turning and walking away. Her hips swayed from side to side like she intended for everyone who looked at her to stare. Her ponytail bobbed in an annoying way before she left the library. I picked up the clipboard with the computer lab names on them. She'd been the last one to fill it in.

  May. Unique name. And a unique personality, apparently, something that was better to stay away from. There were some really fucked up people in this world.

  The whole question about hunting season and if there were a lot of hunters around made me wonder if there was more to what she was saying. Of course, if there weren’t it would just mean she was really off her rocker. If it did, it meant she was one of the girls who had been with Logan before. Unless I was blowing it completely out of proportion, now.

  Maybe I had to ask Logan about it when he came to pick me up.

  When my shift ended, he was already waiting for me, sitting on his bike. I locked up and skipped toward him, kissing him when I reached him.

  "I missed you," he said.

  "It's only been three hours."

  He shrugged. I smiled and got on the back of the bike, but not before he gave me a helmet. "Safety first."

  "Hypocrite." He never wore a helmet. Still, I took it and put it on.

  The bike purred underneath me and I could feel it all to way to my core when he pulled off. There was something very sensual about the feeling of straddling that much power. I could see the appeal. The air was cold where it crept in under the helmet and whipped around my jacket that didn't do much to keep out the cold of the night.

  Logan took a road that led toward the waterside. We drove along a secluded road that ran along a ragged beach for a long time. I reached my hand around him and pushed it against his crotch. I started rubbing.

  He looked around at me for a moment but didn't say anything or make a move to stop me, so I carried on. I felt him harden through the rough jean material and kept at it. At this rate nothing spectacular was going to happen but it was just going to keep him on the edge. That was where I liked him. He'd been on the edge at the library and look at what had happened there - sex in the storage room at my work place. It had been hot as hell.

  I wanted more of that. I wanted more of him.

  He drove the bike like he was one with it. I had never been on the back of a bike before but I didn't feel scared. My arms were wrapped around him and I knew he would never let anything happen to me.

  How had he gotten here? He had to have a lot going on in his past for him to end up where he was now. Community service that led to the Boys and Girls Club, the leader of a biker gang and from what I saw his men seemed to respect him. I knew there was more to him, more danger and more chaos. I wanted to know him. It didn't scare me off. I had the feeling it would make me respect him more.

  We pulled into a small road that led from the main road and Logan parked the bike on a fat concrete slab that seemed to have been poured especially for that reason. He took my hand and together we walked farther down until we were on the edge of the beach. We stopped to take off our shoes and then we walked, hand in hand, shoes in our free hands and our toes in the sand.

  The sand was cold with the absence of sunlight. The sound of the waves breaking on the sand over and over again was like a soothing lullaby and the moon was out and almost full.

  "This is beautiful," I said. "Isn't it a private beach?"

  Logan shook his head. "Just secluded, not really for swimming so the tourists stay away. But we're allowed to be here."

  He sat down on the sand and I joined him. I shivered and he pulled me closer to him, trying to warm me up with his body heat.

  He turned his face to mine, tipped my chin up with his finger and kissed me. It was a deep and sensual kiss with nothing that had any hint of sex in it. He lay down and pulled me on top of him so I didn't have to be in the sand. We carried on kissing. His hands started roaming over my body and his was hard underneath me, but still it didn't feel like it was about the sex. It was soft and sensual and emotional and he touched me everywhere because he liked me for it and he wanted to let me know. Not because he wanted some.

  I hadn't had something like this in ages. If ever. This was completely about me and Logan. As people. Sure, a lot of it had been about sex, but it was more than that. I was really starting to fall for this guy and not just because he was a good-looking badass. He was the kind of badass that would be good just for me. Wasn't that the biggest compliment in the world?

  He stopped kissing me for a moment and just looked at me. He brushed away loose strands of hair that had been teased out of my ponytail by the wind and his eyes were drowning deep, bottomless pools of black. He studied my face like he was committing it to memory.

  "You know, all of this feels natural with you," I said.

  "What do you mean?"

  I shrugged. "I don't really do sex the way it is with you. I'm usually awkward and uncomfortable."

  He smiled. "Honey, it takes a real man to do it right."

  I shook my head even though I was smiling. "That's not what I meant."

  The joking face faded away and he was serious again. "I know. I'm glad it's different for you because this is different for me, too. Usually the women in my life are just..." He hesitated.

  "Bodies?" I finished for him. He nodded as if he wasn't sure I liked it. I said it, though. I understood.

  He carried on. "With you, it's completely different. I find myself not wanting to be away from you. And that's saying something because usually they're so damn annoying once they start talking I can't get rid of them quick enough." As if he realized how bad it sounded he snapped his mouth shut and looked guilty.

  I laughed. "You're funny." I kissed him again and he gave in, kissing me back. God, I could do this forever.

  Chapter 16

  Logan

  Everything about her was mesmerizing and addictive, which are usually bad things to get into considering my past, but with her it was good and only good. She wasn't only a damn hot body, but she also offered intellectual and stimulating conversation and she never ever let anyone walk over her - even though she
was the tiniest thing I'd ever seen. She was the epitome of delicate.

  Her personality wasn't, though, and even though her body was the kind of thing that would hypnotize any man into doing whatever she wanted him to, it was because of her personality more than her curves that I was more and more attracted to her.

  She'd stroked my cock - and by extension, my ego - all the way to the beach and by the time we'd sat down on the sand I was so worked up it was almost a sin. But I didn't want her to think this was all about sex. I wanted her to believe I really cared for her as a person, too. So I made out with her for as long as I could.

  I couldn't keep it up, though. Or should I rather say, I couldn't get it to go down. She was on top of me, her body hot, pressed against mine all the way down and when she made out with me her hips undulated ever so slightly, threatening to push me over the brink. I loved having her this close to me, loved spending this much time with her. When I was with her it was like time stood still and it was spectacular to be caught in a space with her that felt like it was removed from the rest of the world.

  I had tried all sorts of escapes since Elijah had died, anything and everything that would help me forget. Selena was better and more effective than any drug, alcohol, club fight or crime I'd ever been involved in. It wasn't something I would be able to explain to her, but instead of being my escape like those things were, she was my savior. She reminded me of the things in life that were worth it, and without ever opening her mouth, reminded me of the things that really weren't.

  I couldn't keep kissing her and touching her without things going further. My erection throbbed urgently and my breathing had gotten very hard. There was consolation in the fact that her breathing was hard, too, and her kissing got more urgent. She didn't lazily explore my mouth, my body anymore. Instead, it turned to hunger. She wanted me.

  God, that was just what I needed to know. I wanted her, too. Badly.

  I sat up, helping her so she didn't fall into the sand when I did, and looked around. The beach really was deserted and the road was hidden behind trees. Unless someone decided to come for a stroll along the beach from either direction we would be fine.

  I started unbuckling my pants and pulled down the zipper. I pulled my cock out of my pants. Selena smiled when she looked down at it and then up at me. She wrapped her fingers around the warm flesh and started moving up and down. It was fantastic. It wasn't what I'd had in mind but she was good with her hands and her warm fingers turned my hunger for sex into roaring lust. I needed to be in her.

  I only let her pump my cock for a little while before I took her wrist and gently removed her hand. "I need more, sweetheart."

  Her eyes were deep and dark in the black of night and she smiled. "Let me touch you a bit longer, let me draw it out so that when it happens it's so much better."

  I wanted to protest. I wanted more of her. I wanted it now. But I let her do what she wanted to do. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, letting her work her magic. It didn't take very long before my balls tightened and I released all over her hand. The orgasm was quick and intense and my core contracted and release in short jerks before it let go of me and I opened my eyes.

  She was smiling at me. "I love your face when that happens."

  I wasn't usually the one to feel self-conscious or bashful but I felt like if there was enough late to see my coloring I might have been blushing. Very manly. Selena got up.

  "I'll be right back."

  She walked to the water and rubbed her hands together, rinsing herself off. I pulled my shirt over my softening manhood and waited for her to come back. I would have to wait a while now before we did anything more, but I was pretty sure with her in my presence I wouldn't have to wait too long.

  Selena came back and sat in the sand next to me and crossed her arms over her chest, huddling against the wind. I put an arm around her.

  "You know...as often as we've been seeing each other lately, and as many times as we do it, I really don't know you at all."

  She looked at me. She'd pulled her blonde hair out of the ponytail she usually wore it in and the loose hair hung around her face, blowing over her shoulder in the breeze every now and then. "How did you get involved in the Girls and Boys Club? I know you said it was Community Service but that doesn't every just start there."

  I nodded. This was where my ugly past was going to come out, but she deserved to know. I wanted her to know everything about me. If she was going to like me, maybe even love me, she needed to know everything about me so I never felt like I tricked her into this. "I wasn't in the best place about five years ago. My brother, Elijah, was killed when I was in high school and ever since then I just couldn't see the point in following the rules and doing the right thing. He was dead and all his rules died with him, that was what it felt like."

  "I'm so sorry," Selena said and the way she said it made me believe she really was. "I can't imagine how hard that must have been for your parents."

  I shook my head. "My parents died when I was much younger. Elijah was the one who raised me, who stopped being a kid and grew up to have a job and take care of me, keep me out of trouble so they wouldn't take me away. Elijah was the only parent I really knew."

  She pressed her fingers against her lips. "Losing him must have been so hard on you."

  I nodded. It really had been the worst thing I could ever go through. Nothing since then had hurt as much, which was why I'd done it over and over again. "I was numb. Nothing mattered anymore. Drugs, alcohol, I tried all of it. I got into a lot of crime because of the anger and also because the Fallen Thorns weren't exactly on the straight and narrow yet. It was easy to get into trouble."

  "How did you get involved with the bikers?"

  "We've always been bikers. The Thorns belonged to my dad and we inherited them when he died. Elijah was the leader for a long time and that was why he died. He was killed by some rival gang, I forget who."

  Selena frowned. "Gang violence is that bad? Did they catch him?"

  I shook my head. "If the Thorns wanted justice for that crime an investigation would be opened and the police would have to look into the gang, too. That would only mean they ended up in jail alongside the killer. They all had reasons to avoid police, even Saul." I took a deep breath and let the memories take me back to a time that was much, much darker than anything else.

  "Saul was like a brother to both of us. When Elijah died he sort of took over, and when we decided to turn the Thorns around he was right there with me." I sat in silence for a while, trying to deal with the emotions that had made a reappearance for the first time in years. I hadn't spoken about any of this to anyone. May and I had been together for a long time and even she didn't know anything, only about the Girls and Boys Club, but she'd thought it was a waste of time and energy.

  Why was I telling Selena all of this? I looked at her. She was looking out at the sea and her face was calm and gentle, compassionate. She really cared. Not just about me and what I'd felt, but about everything else, too. About the kids at the club. About people and the dynamic between them.

  If I weren’t careful I could fall for this woman very hard. If I weren’t falling already…I had the idea that maybe I was already. I hadn't known her for very long but it didn't take a long time to get to know the core of someone. If the core was good you could spend a lifetime figuring out the rest of them. I reached for Selena and brushed the hair that blew into her face away. She was beautiful in every way. The kind of face that made me dream about her, but the personality that made me want to wake up to her, too. She looked at me and smiled.

  She leaned toward me so her face was right u against mine. She kissed me for a moment before she looked into my eyes, her face still so close I could almost see the few tiny freckles on her skin here and there.

  "Where were we?" she asked, and immediately my erection was back and my body was all about getting more from her.

  I kissed her, hard and passionate, mashing my lips against hers. I took one b
reast in my hand and started massaging it through her clothes. I found her nipple, hard and erect already, and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. She gasped. I pushed my hand under her shirt, pulled down the cup of her bra and kept going with her nipple until she writhed next to me. I broke the kiss, let go of her and got up, taking her hand and pulling her with me. When we were both standing I undid her pants and pulled them down. She looked around but there was still no one. I touched her between her legs and she was wet and ready. I groaned, lust shooting through me.

  I wanted to be in her right now.

  I sat down and pulled her onto me so she was straddling me. My pants were still undone and my sex rose up, reaching for her even before she was close. I let her sit on top of me so the sand wouldn't get in everything - sex on the beach was an activity that required skill - and put my hands on her hips, pulling her closer to me. I found her entrance and pushed into her, pulling her down onto me as I did so. She gasped. Being inside her was enough cause to orgasm again but I already did once and my control was a hell of a lot better now.