Biker Escape

by Quinn Peachwood

  She looks at me, burrowing right into me, searching for answers.

  “What babe?” I repeat. “Talk to me.”

  “What just happened back there?” She says. “I can’t go back in that clubhouse knowing they don’t want me there. They prefer to send me back to a man that promised to kill me.”

  “We…” I begin to comfort her but she’s not finished

  “And you.” She says, looking at me harder. “Thank you for rescuing me yet again, but it seems you have a previous engagement.”

  “A what?”

  I’m momentarily confused, most likely because all the blood is rushing to my dick, she looks so hot wearing only my tee shirt. Which isn’t to say I don’t take her concerns seriously. I just wish we could discuss them in the relaxed state of post-coitus.

  “You were in pretty heavy discussion with Tiffany last time I saw you in this yard.”

  “Yeah fuck her.” I say, angry suddenly as I recall my ex’s betrayal.

  Raven’s face startles at my outburst so I continue to explain.

  “Apparently while we were sleeping off our respective leaps for freedom, your gang members came looking for you, including the leader.”

  “Trev was here, at the clubhouse?” She whimpers and the change in her features is traumatic.

  Her whole body starts shaking in my palms so I increase my hold, squeezing her until she calms slightly but not enough for my liking. This guy must be a real douche if she’s that afraid, because my girl showed no fear of those other three jokers, not like she does for the leader.

  I wish I’d come grill-to-grill with him myself. I’d have shown him what fear feels like.

  “Yeah. Those three back in the woods last night were hanging around the bar still when he came by looking for you. They described the patch on the bikes when my posse picked me up and this Trev asswipe put it all together.”

  “He knew where to find us.”

  “He came by and Sting told him to get lost. But Skylar told me that Tiffany followed him out when he left and told him that you were here with me. That we were sleeping and to come back later when he could find you awake and take you away.”

  “That mean little B.”

  “Yeah and that’s what we were talking over - hardly an engagement as you call it. More like me telling her once and for all that there would never be anything between her and me. Not only because I found you now, but I could never be with such a venomous woman as she turned out to be.”

  Raven’s limbs soften under my hold and I pull her into my chest. She wraps her arms around my neck and we stay there, bodies molded to each other so her breath feels like my breath.

  I can’t imagine ever being without this woman ever again.

  “But it’s not only Tiffany.” Raven murmurs against my ear.

  I move her away so I can look at her face as we continue to work this stuff out. But I keep my hands on her, keeping her close, connected and in full knowledge that I’m not letting go of her.

  “What about when Trev finds out I’m back here with you? What if he tells the Sheriff where to find you? What about Sting?”

  “That’s a lot of what ifs.” I joke but her face remains firm, her lips contorted with worry that I want to relieve her of. “Baby we’ll work this out one step at a time.”

  “Can’t we leave here? Go far away just you and me.” She pleads.

  “We could do but I don’t want us to be on the run our entire lives. Let’s take it slow and think it through rationally.” I tell her and swing my thigh to dismount. I wrap her under my bicep so she’s secure and together we walk to the clubhouse glued side to side, rib to rib.

  “I don’t want to lose you now that I found you.” She looks up at me from under those long black eyelashes.

  Funny that, I had almost the exact same thought before.

  “You won’t Baby.” I promise her.

  And I mean to keep that promise.

  9

  Raven

  Crew toes the door open and guides me through. His hard palm on the small of my back is comforting in the midst of my trepidation at coming back inside the club’s lair. Sting is half sprawled across the bar, in the midst of telling a story about a drug run he led from the southern states of Mexico.

  He’s surrounded by the entire gang it seems, the men as well as the women hanging on his every word.

  He looks up along with everyone else.

  “So you found her.” He says, with a smile that doesn’t exactly read as pleased.

  “Yeah and I did it all on my lonesome.” Crew says bitterly.

  His remark garners a ton of apologies and excuses from most of the other members of the gang. All except Sting, who remains at the bar watching the proceedings carefully. Like he’s taking stock.

  Crew’s still got a tight grip on my hand. When I say “I’ll go change,” he increases his grasp, unwilling to let me out of sight it would seem.

  Which is just as well because what am I going to change into? Those filthy old clothes which remind me of life with Trev? Looks like my wardrobe will consist of a damp towel and Crew’s enormous tee shirt for the foreseeable future.

  Tiffany shrinks out of sight behind the bar under the ferocious glare Crew tosses her. I can’t blame him for being mad, it’s lousy to be betrayed by someone you were once close to.

  And I can’t see how he and I can stay here with all the strikes against it. I know it’s the only home he knows, but still, it seems like a viper pit to me. How does he know who he can count on, aside from me?

  “Seems like a lot has changed since I’ve been gone.” He says addressing the entire crowd around him.

  “Not from where I’m standing.” Sting disagrees.

  The group look back and forth between the two, their faces expecting a showdown so they’re trying to work out where to drop their allegiance.

  “My woman denounces me to a gang of criminals, not even a rival MC, just out and out thugs.” He says, shaking his head. “My crew pick me up outta jail but do nothing to warn me about the threat and leave me to battle it out alone. What the fuck is going on here?”

  “Perhaps you’re right after all.” Sting interjects. “Things have changed, the club has moved on.”

  “My father started this club, this is my family legacy.” Crew continues. “I don’t want to desert that but I need to know from each and every one of you where we stand.”

  There’s a long moment of silence where the younger men all side-eye Sting as though waiting for a signal as to what to think. What a bunch of pussies these Prospects are.

  “I was your dad’s Sargent-at-Arms and I will always remain true to his legacy.” The short, pot-bellied guy who was gruff with me earlier steps up and breaks the hushed silence.

  Suddenly there’s a burst of energy from the other men as they crowd around Crew professing support and undying fidelity. Crew’s face breaks into a grin and I can see how important this group is to him.

  I guess it’s the only family he has - which is a lot more than I have.

  In the uproar that follows, no one but me hears the door fly back on its hinges and a young prospect call out something about incoming. When his lips mouth the word ‘invasion’ I know immediately what’s happening.

  I tug on Crew’s hand urgently and he turns to me immediately.

  “He’s here.” I murmur and bat my eyes to the door.

  A shot rings out, hitting the metal door. Then another and the prospect falls like a tree, face-planting the floor. The assholes shot him in the back.

  Crew drags me behind his back, using himself as a shield wall to protect me. I wish I hadn’t left all those guns in the bike’s saddlebag. If I had one now I would gladly make use of it.

  The entire gang falls into formation on either side of Crew. Guns are drawn and pointing at the door where at least ten of Trev’s men are loaded and aiming back at us.

  I dig my fingers into Crew’s hips, the heavy denim giving me no purchase but still
I can feel every ounce of tension in his body. I know he’s ready to go down defending us to the last.

  From the midst of the opposing gang, a white-blond head appears, his pasty face smirking as though he’s won this one already. Asshole-confident to the end. A rush of panic goes through me.

  “Give me my girl and no one else will get hurt.” He says to no one in particular.

  Like I’m the toy any of them can hand over like a piece of trash.

  “You’ve made a big mistake moving onto our turf with weapons drawn.” Crew says.

  Trev’s eyes bat right to Crew, pleased to have drawn out the interloper.

  “That right?” He says nonchalantly, like fifteen guns pointing at his heart means nothing. “You made a big mistake taking what belongs to me.”

  “Raven isn’t yours to own. She left you of her own volition, without coercion from me. But be assured had I known what she was living with, I would have come for her, your woman or not.”

  I can’t stop trembling behind Crew’s wide torso. Any of these guys, especially Sting, might decide it’s easier to turn me over. I line my torso against his back, feeling the strength and power pulsing in every cell.

  “Well listen to Paris rescuing his Helen of Troy.” Trev says.

  “Huh?”

  The entire crowd look back and forth wondering what in hell he’s talking about. Only I know that Trev had a fascination with Greek mythology and managed to see himself as every hero he ever read about.

  These bikers and Trev’s motley gang haven’t a clue and think maybe he’s lost it.

  “You know who was the victor in that fight?” Trev smirks.

  “You really gonna exhort some story from two thousand years ago?” Crew snarls.

  Put me down as impressed that he knows the reference, maybe he did a whole bunch of reading recently, with not much else to entertain him.

  I can feel the urge he has to kill Trev, with all my senses. Although I’d like nothing more, I can’t bear that he might endanger himself on my account.

  “This girl is staying with me or you’re going to have to annihilate this entire club.” Crew growls.

  “Sobeit.” Trev dismisses him.

  “And then every other club in the State, and the country, that will come to right the discrepancy.”

  Trev’s smug features collapse at that. I’m totally positive there’s no way he wants to take on a bunch of outraged MC crews.

  “That little bitch really isn’t worth it.” He snaps.

  “Really? You’re going to a lot of risk to get back a woman that hates you. Can’t you find another woman to fill your…needs?”

  “I have particular needs.” Trev says - like anyone gives a fuck. “It takes a special woman to complete me.”

  But it seems someone does give one.

  Tiffany emerges from behind the bar where I note she’s been standing by herself. All the other women pulled away from her, not wanting to be associated with betrayal I guess.

  “I’m a special woman.” She says.

  Trev looks at her and smiles his snake grimace.

  “I already proved myself to you once.” She says with a note of desperation. Like this is her one chance.

  “You did.” Trev agrees. “I appreciate you going out on a limb on my account.

  “Then take me with you.”

  I take a step forward to tell her ‘no’ but Crew puts out his hand to restrain me.

  I wouldn’t wish Trev’s needs on my worst enemy and feel like I should warn Tiffany. Then again perhaps they deserve each other, perfect soul mates, if such a thing exists. A year ago I wouldn’t have thought so, even two days ago I would certainly have said it was a fantasy.

  But now that I have this incredible connection and trust with Crew, I’m a total convert.

  Trev doesn’t say a word. He forces Tiffany to debase herself by walking over to him in front of all of us, hoping he accepts her.

  I almost feel sorry for her. I do feel sorry for her, when he slides his hand up her back super sleazily.

  His fingers go into her long hair and he wraps the skein around his fist. I detect the tug he exerts, and feel the level of control spike in my own scalp.

  “We square now?” Trev asks Crew.

  Crew nods. His body is still as wound up as a grenade.

  Trev turns and walks back out of the doorway, pulling Tiffany with him by the hair, as though she’s on a leash. His gangsters remain locked and aimed until he’s out of range and then they peel off one by one.

  When the last one is gone through the door, I breathe again, my lungs bursting as I realize I held my breath throughout that whole scenario.

  “Oh god Crew, I hope she knows what she just signed up for.” I breathe.

  “She’ll be okay.” He says, bringing me out from behind him and enveloping me into his solid arm.

  The members of his club holster their weapons and I want to thank them over and over for standing by me. I feel tears prickling at my eyes. Not only am I free of Trev and finally in a safe place, I have the most amazing man by my side, maybe for the long term if I play my cards right.

  “Thanks Guys.” Crew lifts a hand in recognition on behalf of both of us.

  “Any time, Crew.” The solid rotund guy says. “Your woman is our woman.”

  I can hardly believe how supportive he is after speaking to me so roughly. But I’m not about to complain.

  “We good?” Crew asks Sting, casually.

  The leader was the only club member who didn’t get behind Crew during the fracas. He drew his gun but he remained in a position of relative safety behind the bar the entire time.

  “Of course we want you to stay.” Sting says with an entirely different tone now. Like he sees where the land lies and is scrambling to plant his flag at the peak.

  To me he’s another snake glinting in the grass but if Crew wants to stay here, of course I’m with him.

  “Let’s find you some clothes.” Crew takes my hand and starts to lead me to the bedroom.

  “I’ve got some she can borrow.” One of the women offers.

  “Me too, Crew.”

  “And me.”

  Seems like they all want to get on Crew’s good side ,which I guess is my side as well, seeing as he and I are basically one and the same side.

  “Give us a couple of hours, Girls.” He tells them with a wink at me. “I’ve got to get her out of these old ones first and I’m going to take all the time I need to savor every moment.”

  My cheeks flush hot from him announcing to everyone that he’s about to ravage me again, but I guess this is biker club life.

  We’re all one big family now.

  He leads me into the room and heels the door shut behind us. He turns the lock and for the first time ever, fear doesn’t stab my core at that sound of captivity.

  I could happily stay locked in here with him forever.

  “Now where were we?” He asks with a filthy grin.

  He pushes me back on the bed and shoves my legs apart. I’m butt naked, still wearing his tee shirt which at least covered my modesty out there. He looks down at my spread pussy and his breath quickens, his eyes glint with ravenous hunger.

  Without removing his gaze, he unpops his belt and lowers the zipper.

  His gorgeous huge length springs free, bobbing heavily. He advances towards me and I lean back, my hands behind to support me so he can feast his eyes on what he’s waited for so long.

  When he sinks his cock up to the hilt and grinds his root against my swollen lips, I cling to him and hold him there tight. We moan and groan in unison, rotating slowly to relish the deep intensity of our joining.

  This is how we will love for a very long time.

  Epilogue

  “Crew you come here right now and wipe up this mess.” I shout as the boy makes a beeline for the door.

  “But…” He protests.

  “There are no buts, only dos.”

  “I hear the bikes starting. I want to
go ‘do’ with Dad.”

  He gives me a little pout that he knows won’t work on me but always has great effect on Crew - senior. My man is a sucker for this kid, his namesake.

  Speak of the devil and he walks through the door.

  “Come on Kiddo, let’s take a ride.” He says to Crew Junior.

  “But Mom says I have to clean up.” He points to the spilled juice across the table.

  “And she’s right, so get to it pronto then we can go.” He says, then adds, “If Mom gives us the all-clear.”

  He grins at me and tips down to kiss my forehead. Then he dips lower and kisses what he says would be our baby’s forehead, planting a smacker on the top of my enormous stomach.

  I look like I’m about to give birth to a basketball.

  “Don’t go far.” I plead.

  “Is everything okay?” He asks, his palm rolling over my perfectly spherical stomach protruding about half a mile in front of me. His nerves may outweigh mine over this child’s arrival.

  “Yes, but I’m about to slam-dunk this thing any moment.”

  And I’m terrified, I do not add.

  But Crew knows my every feeling and can tell how nervous I am about giving birth the first time. He wraps me into the crook of his arm where his flexing bicep, almost as large as my belly, gives me comfort.

  “I can’t wait to meet our new arrival.” He hugs me tight.

  We’ve stopped calling this one our firstborn since Crew Junior arrived, just in case he feels like a third wheel in the family. I have to admit that getting two new children in the space of our first year together was not exactly planned, but we’re working through it as a team and I do enjoy being a mom.

  “Just get back here fast.” I say.

  “Still got the raging hormones?” He smirks.

  I slap his bicep in playful rebuke as Junior runs up to join us. It’s true, I’ve been more insatiable than ever in this last few weeks of pregnancy. I want Crew inside me or sucking my engorged clit every moment I can get him alone.

  “I’m going to keep you pregnant permanently if this is my reward.” He teased.