Cowboy Bikers MC #1

by Esther E. Schmidt

  We fall silent and finally arrive at the ranch. Not wanting any interference from my brothers, I drive until I’m in front of the small cabin I built myself three years ago. I sometimes need the quiet time between the hard work on the ranch and dealing with the MC business that can be more stressful than dealing in cattle.

  “Call or text if you need anything,” Decker says and strolls off into the direction of the main house.

  I scoop Harlene up and carry her into the house. Placing her on the couch in the tiny living room, I stalk back to get her two bags. Weirdly enough she had a suitcase packed in her bedroom and all I had to do was close it and take it with us. It’s one of the first things I’m planning on asking about when I take off my red scarf that’s holding her mouth captive.

  The other bag includes her veterinary case since I hope she’s willing to do a few things around the ranch come morning. Before we went to the clinic, I had Roper call in and arrange for a few appointments, specifically requesting Harlene to come and handle it.

  When I close—and lock—the door behind me and let my eyes stray to her, I notice the glare is gone and she’s looking at me with wary eyes. I stroll over and remove the scarf that’s rendered her mouth immobile.

  She clears her throat and I expect her to lash out but all she does is ask in a wary voice, “Do you really think someone wanted me to die instead? Because ever since it happened, I have this load of guilt where deep down I knew it should have been me. If I hadn’t tripped and hurt my ankle, I would have been the one driving that SUV instead of my father and brother.”

  “This is not your fucking fault,” I snap with way too much venom in my voice because she cringes before my eyes.

  Fucking hell, I normally deal with my brothers and don’t care one bit about acting differently around women. Mainly because said women hang around here for a good time and nothing more. I’ve never needed to think about how they’re feeling or if I step on said feelings. Except now. Except her. Something tightens in my chest when I see emotions tearing at Harlene.

  I cup the side of her face like I did the first time we met and let my thumb caress her cheek. Those fucking freckles and the sea of blue her eyes are made of, along with the heat dancing between us, hit me hard. This woman has the kind of innocent beauty I want to keep on tainting for the rest of my life.

  “Someone ripped them from you, but we’re going to find out who’s responsible and bring them to justice, understand?”

  She nods at my words and closes her eyes for a breath or two to lean into my touch.

  “And somehow, for my own sanity, I need you here with me until I’ve handled it. I’m not letting you go, and as you can see, I’m not shying away from any means necessary.”

  The corner of her mouth twitches. “The whole kidnapping, keep me tied up, and holding me hostage part isn’t over yet?”

  My eyes travel over her freckled covered nose and I huskily reply, “Not by a long shot.”

  She mutters something under her breath and it takes my brain a second or two to process her words and I swear she says, “Then you’d better give me a drink and some action between the sheets.”

  Her cheeks flush adorably and I get the impression she’s normally not as straightforward as her friend. Not expecting the turn in conversation, I sure as fuck won’t pass up on possibly getting a taste of this gorgeous woman.

  “I’m more than willing to give you all,” I murmur.

  I lean in closer to hover my lips over hers and watch her eyes dilate. Yeah, she sure as fuck wants me the way I crave her. Somehow, slamming my lips over hers and fucking her raw to get myself off—how I would normally have my way with a woman—doesn’t seem right.

  Ever so gently I let my tongue travel over her bottom lip. She gasps and for a moment I think she’s pulling back but instead she crashes her mouth against mine so hard our teeth clash but that doesn’t stop me from burying my fist in her hair to tilt her head and plunder her mouth.

  It takes me a moment to realize all I’m receiving is the touch of her tongue swirling against mine and her soft lips kissing the fuck out of me. Regretfully I pull back and have to chuckle at the sight before me. The confused and yet hungry look on her face along with her well used lips are making my cock instantly harder than it already was. But seeing her tied up and immobile isn’t what we both want. At least not this way.

  Now if I could tie her spread eagle to my bed or only her wrists bound to the bedpost, that would be something the both of us would enjoy. But right now, I want her hands on me just as much as I want to put my hands on every inch of her skin.

  I grab my knife and carefully cut her loose. The thought hits me that maybe because of me cutting the rope from her body, it would be a reminder of how I kidnapped her and brought her here, rendering our heated moment broken. Yet it’s quite the opposite when she grabs a fistful of my leather cut and connects our mouths with the same hunger as she devoured me a moment ago.

  I throw the knife on the table to free my hand and palm her breast. She groans into my mouth and it spurs me on. The need to feel this woman naked and underneath me is flowing hot through my veins. The way she’s dragging my cut off my shoulders, I’d say we’re both craving the exact same thing.

  Without stopping the hard and wet kiss we’re engrossed in we manage to shed all our clothes and I finally have her naked underneath me. In this moment I’m thankful I bought a large couch, allowing me enough room to spread her thighs and take her the way I want. Yet the whole filling her up with my cock would have to wait since the mere feeling of her heat brushing the lower side of my body demands I taste her first.

  I tear my mouth away from hers, spreading kisses like wildfire down her neck and magnificent breasts to which I give some undivided attention first. Swirling my tongue around her pink nipple I feel it harden before I graze it with my teeth.

  So. Fucking. Responsive.

  I slide down and head for the main prize this time; her sweet pussy. And sweet it is. The moment my tongue hits her glistening lips I completely lose myself and grip her hard to keep her in place.

  I’m fucking her with my tongue the same way I would want to tunnel my cock inside her. I shake my head like a wolf who wants to tear its pray apart; to heighten her pleasure with the friction of my scruff. Her hands grip my head, pulling me closer against her pussy and allowing me no other option but to breathe her in and keep licking and sucking as if our lives depend on it.

  And then she explodes. A low moan rumbles through her body, her spine curls due to the pleasure bursting through her veins. There’s something flowing through the air, reaching my ears in a soft caress that has my cock ready to burst; my name falling from her sexy as fuck lips.

  It’s voiced with so much emotion, I’ve never in all my life felt this needed to respond with all my fucking heart and soul. Surging up, I slide deep and hard to fill her up with one stroke. Her nails dig into my back and I relish in the sweet bite of pain mixed with ultimate pleasure.

  All bets are off and I start to thrust my hips back and forth to feel her gripping my cock in a vise while clenching around me. It feels as if I’m reinventing pleasure all over. Or maybe this is the first time in my life I’m actually experiencing pleasure and everything before this woman was just a hint of blowing my load in some mindless hole.

  There’s just no other way to explain our connection, and I can’t hold back when I hear my name yet again in the most exquisite of ways flowing through the air. I watch how her whole face contorts with pleasure as her orgasm overtakes her body and mine.

  Cum is ripped from my body so damn hard I see stars. It’s as if my mind is drifting off into a cloud of pleasure where I can only voice the name of the woman who is holding my cock in a tight grip to keep me bound to her.

  “Harlene,” I breathe on another whisper in utter awe while my cock twitches with the after effects.

  There’s one hell of a sated smile on her face when she shyly glances up at me from underneath her lash
es. This woman is so damn sexy and I’m positive she doesn’t even realize just how hot she really is.

  Her inner walls clench and it makes me groan. I want nothing more than to take her again but her eyes are drooping and I know she worked hard today. It might as well also be the dragging days she’s been through with the loss of not one, but two family members.

  She’s already drifted off to sleep when I pull out of her. I watch how my seed seeps out of her pussy. The sight before me brings out a massive feeling of possessiveness flowing though me, something I’ve never experienced before.

  Maybe it’s due to the fact that I haven’t used a condom for the first time ever, or maybe it’s just a carnal need to possess this woman completely, who knows. Not one second of doubt or a “think twice before I act” thought entered my brain when I buried myself into her body bare.

  The thought of her being pregnant—since we didn’t use protection—doesn’t affect me at all. It should, but even though we only met today, I’ve seen and heard enough to know and realize this is the kind of woman I’ve been unknowingly searching for my whole life.

  An old lady. A woman who warms the back of my bike, who will stand right next to me, shoulder to shoulder, and face all the shit life throws at us. I feel a smile spread my face while my chest fills with warmth as my brain settles with an unspoken claim.

  Come morning everyone will know this woman is mine.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  — Harlene —

  Soft knocking wakes me up and I slowly become aware of where I am; lying on top of Weston. My body is deliciously sore and I can’t believe I had sex with this man. Twice. First time on the couch and the second time after he carried me into his bedroom. It’s been years since I’ve had my one and only sexual encounter and clearly the man wasn’t as experienced as Weston, or Weston is just in a league of his own.

  The knocking picks up again and Weston’s phone starts to ring from the living room. I know it must be his because it’s definitely not my ringtone. He groans underneath me and his arms tighten to keep me in place.

  “Don’t you have to find out who is in need of your attention?” I mutter and try to move.

  “I have lots of brothers on the ranch who are capable of handling everything. I’m planning on staying in this bed for hours with you either underneath me, riding my cock, or above me while you suck me off so I can devour your pussy.”

  “Wow. Definitely not a one-night stand thing then? Or does the whole one-night stand thing include some morning after sex before we part ways?” I question since I don’t know how this works.

  I’ve heard loads of stories from Cassidy because she has a high sex drive and is not at all ashamed of her needs. But picking a guy up to have some random hot sex is so unlike me.

  “I’m not letting you go, Harlene,” Weston grumbles as he slides out of bed and bellows, “I’m coming,” to whomever is still knocking.

  “Is this about the whole kidnapping thing you did last night? Keeping me safe and all until you found the one who wanted to hurt me?” I question.

  He throws his jeans on and stalks toward me. His fingers slide around my jaw so I have no other option but to let our gaze collide.

  “No,” he huskily says and gives me a panty wetting smile before he casually informs me, “This is about you being my old lady.”

  Old lady? “What the heck is an old lady?”

  “The one woman a biker takes to be solely his. The only one who will warm his back when he’s on his bike, the one who he considers to be his in all ways. The one who will be respected by his brothers and protected by not only him but by the whole club.”

  I have to blink a few times at his words. “You’re a rancher. A cowboy. Not a biker.”

  “Why put a label on it? My MC runs more than this ranch. It also allows us to throw off the DEA if we slip up during transport, but that’s all in the past now.” The smirk he’s wearing shouldn’t be popping that dimple on his cheek and most of all, his words should not be making my belly flop.

  Standing before me is my very own cowboy biker. Dammit, it’s his whole appearance and knowing how good his dick felt inside me—along with his talented fingers and mouth—is making me crave him even more. And his tongue, I most definitely need to name that one since he does this thing where…shit, I really need to focus.

  “Pres, we need you. There’s something wrong with a heifer.”

  A scream rips from me and I grab the sheet to cover myself because there’s a young man standing in front of the window.

  “Get the fuck away, Willie. Motherfucker,” Weston keeps cursing until he’s closed the curtains.

  I rush toward my suitcase and grab some underwear along with a bra, shirt, and pants to quickly dress. Weston is also fully dressed and when we walk out the door a few minutes later—with Weston holding my bag—we find the young man with his eyes on the dirt in front of him.

  “You forget what you saw, you hear me, prospect?” Weston growls low.

  The boy shakes his head. “I didn’t see nothin’, Pres. I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His gaze swings toward me and his cheeks flush. “Sorry, ma’am. I swear I didn’t see anything.”

  “She’s my old lady so not a word about you peeking through fucking windows, understood?”

  “Yes, Pres,” the boy says and nods as if his life depends on it.

  “Good,” Weston snaps. “Now, take us to the heifer.”

  Turns out they had a heifer who gave birth to a calf a few hours ago, and who had a prolapse. An epidural, cleaning, and a lot of hard work later, I was able to stitch her up…all before I had one single cup of coffee.

  “Here you go, ma’am,” Willie says as he places a cup of coffee in front of me.

  Weston was called away but had asked me to wait for him inside the main house. It’s a wide-open space with a few couches, tables, a large bar against the wall, and a big fireplace. It looks more like a living room for a large group of men, and I’m sure it is seeing there are around ten people here besides me and Willie.

  Four are having breakfast and Willie just explained they are the ones who are taking over the shift of those who worked all night. There are sixty heifers who might need assistance with calving and they created a schedule with shifts that rotate. It’s a big ranch and I’m sure there’s always work to be done.

  I called Joaquin a few minutes ago to check how things are going at the clinic and he informed me I’m right where I’m needed to be seeing Roper called yesterday to make an appointment to clamp bulls and check out some of the new horses that arrived at the ranch yesterday.

  And to be honest, for the first time in days I somehow feel lighter. I have no clue if it’s because I’m out of the clinic and didn’t spend the night at the house, or if it’s because I had sex for the first time in years. Maybe it’s the whole “ripped out of my routine” thing while still being able to do my job.

  I take another sip of my coffee and decide not to dwell on it and rather enjoy feeling lighter today. A stool next to me is pulled back and when I glance up, I see Roper taking a seat.

  “Coffee, Willie,” Roper orders and shoots me a wink before he adds, “I need it after the night I had with the woman I just left very satisfied in her bed.”

  I give him a smirk and lean in to whisper, “She kicked you out of her bed, didn’t she?”

  His shoulder sag and he grumbles, “She did.”

  Laughter escapes me and I have to swallow it back when Roper starts to glare at me.

  “Sorry.” I pat his hand. “She’s been my friend for years and I know all too well she’ll never commit to just any man.”

  “Well, that ends now,” Roper huffs. “I’ll leave her be for a few hours so she can get her strength back, and I know she has to work today. But I’m going to be back in her bed again tonight.”

  I take a few more sips of my coffee and think it over. There’s determination edged on Roper’s face.

  “Well, good luck.
She never invites a man back into her bed more than once. If you need help, which I’m pretty sure you do, just let me know.”

  He tips his hat and adds, “Appreciate it, lady.”

  “Old lady,” Willie corrects, making Roper’s eyes widen.

  His head swings my way. “No shit, he claimed you?”

  My cheeks heat. “Seems so. I seriously don’t understand the whole cowboy biker thing you guys have going on around here.”

  “Good for him, and good for you.” Roper grins. “You are okay with it, right?”

  “I don’t know,” I whisper in all honesty.

  His eyes narrow in suspicion, making me think he probably assumes I’m doubting Weston.

  “I’ve never had a relationship. I don’t know what to expect or how to act. Add the fact my father always kept me away from this place, it’s kinda overwhelming to come here and then hook up and...I don’t know.” I take a deep breath and throw back my last sip of coffee and clear my throat. “I should probably have this conversation with my best friend.”

  Roper snickers. “Maybe. But seeing you’re my Pres’ old lady and I’m the VP, I’d say we’re potential best buds, and I regretfully don’t see your best friend here. So, all you have is me. Why don’t I help you check out our new quarter horses? It will give us some time to chat.”

  “I have to clamp some bulls along with checking those horses, will you help me with that too?” I question, stepping back from the bar and grabbing my bag.

  “Best buds, Freckles. I help you: you help me get the girl.”

  “Get the girl?” I give him a doubtful look. “You did spend some time with Cassidy, right? Did she give you any impression she’s the kind of girl she’ll let you get?”

  His shoulders slightly sag but his jaw ticks as if he’s grinding his teeth.