by Amy Davies
“That night was intense, and I really thought things between us had shifted for the good, but then you pulled away. I’m a strong woman, Joey, but fuck, there’s only so much a woman can take when her so-called man distances himself from her, doesn’t touch her, before thoughts enter her mind. Then to top it all off, you get rip-roaring drunk and accuse me of flirting with Edge and Ferris. You said so many hurtful words that night, Joey. I decided to leave and go to another charter. I honestly thought it was for the best.”
He gazes at me, not saying anything at first. I can see the battle behind his eyes. The violet color is not so bright today. Sliding his hand across the table, palm up, he nods to it, indicating he wants me to place my hand in his, which I do.
“When I woke up, and the images of the night before hit me, I threw up. I knew how much I’d hurt you, and it fucking gutted me. Knowing that I—” He stops talking when the waitress brings us our food. We both say thanks but neither of us touch the food, though it smells amazing.
Taking a pull from his beer, he brings his gaze back to mine, still holding my hand on the table. I’m not sure how I feel about this badass biker struggling to explain his feelings to me.
“Knowing that I hurt you enough to leave the club and want to be anywhere but near me, brought me to my knees, and I knew where my heart and my head needed to be.”
“And where is that, Mag?” I ask, my voice taking a lower tone.
“With you, Kara Lornes. If you’ll still have me. You know, the boy you lusted over for many teenage years. Probably the guy whose face was in your head when you gave yourself your first orgasm.” He smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at me. The people at the table next to us choke on their drinks. My head snaps in their direction, and I’m so freaking grateful it’s a young couple, who just smile at us, even though the girl is blushing.
“Jesus, Magnum.” Covering my face with my hands, I can’t stop the smile that breaks free.
“Eat up, baby. I want to be alone with you,” he states, and we both dig into our food. Being alone with Magnum is one of my favorite things to do when he isn’t being a dick and pissing me off.
We laugh and joke while eating lunch, talking about the past and the present. I even told him what I’d like to do in the future. Clearly, I’m not going back to Phoenix, so I would like to set up an animal foster shelter, where we take in animals who are healing from injuries or just need a place to go before being adopted.
Seeing this side of Magnum makes me fall more for him. What he did that night was messed up, but like I said, he explained himself and we can move on. But he knows that this was his one and only chance to fuck up with me.
Once we finish eating, Magnum pays the bill and we’re on the road again. He stays in the State Park but takes us down a path with overgrown trees and bushes. The path is almost hidden, and some of the branches actually touch us, it’s that secluded.
We park the bike and Magnum shuts off the engine. We sit in complete silence for a minute or two, taking in the sky-high trees and the ocean peeking between them. The sand looks perfect, the water crystal clear and completely human free.
“Come here,” Magnum says, breaking the silence. I go to climb off the bike, but his hand comes down on my thigh. Then he’s moving me around to the front of him, so my ass is on the tank between his legs, my thighs draped over his.
“Right where I want you, babe,” he says, his voice dropping an octave or five. I love his sexy, husky voice. His large hands rest on my hips, squeeze tightly, then he tugs me closer.
I bring my gaze to his and get lost in the dark violet demon eyes. One side of his lips turns up, and he gives me a sexy Masters’ smile. Not wanting to wait anymore, I grip his leather cut, pull him to me, and take his mouth in a sensual, needy kiss. I’ve missed his mouth over the last few days.
Ours tongues play and dance like a pair of mischievous animals. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I keep him close to me; the heat from his body soaking into mine.
My panties become uncomfortable as they get wetter and wetter with the tongue lashing this man is giving me. His hand leaves my waist, and I feel my tee being pulled up my body. Magnum breaks the kiss to pull my shirt over my head, leaving me in my bikini top and jeans.
“Fuck, you are something else, baby,” he moans, cupping my breasts, rubbing his thumb over my erect nipples.
“Ditto, babe,” I groan, my body getting hotter than the day’s sun.
One of his hands slides down my neck, going to the knot of my bikini top, the other one pops open the button on my jeans, then slides the zipper down.
Leaning back against the tank, I watch as my bikini top falls from my body. Dragging my gaze further down my body, I watch as Magnum tucks his fingers into either side of my jeans and gives a little tug.
“Do you need a little help with that?” I ask, sounding breathy. Shit, this man has a profound effect on me and my body. P-Town loves his visits, and I bet a very fruitful visit is coming soon. Pun very much intended.
“Off the bike. Jeans off. You on the bike. Ass facing me. My cock in that sweet, tight ass of yours,” Magnum instructs like a Neanderthal. Fuck, that was hot.
Smirking at him, I climb off the bike as gracefully as I can. Standing before him, naked from the waist up, I tear off my boots then turn my back to him. I become an instant stripper as I wiggle my jeans and panties down my legs slowly, swaying my hips as I go.
But the joke is on me.
As soon as I turn around to face him, Magnum, in all his fucking sexy glory, is still straddling his black matte Harley Davidson Fat Boy, in his cut, sans t-shirt he was wearing, his jeans open and his large cock in hand.
“Fuck me, that’s sexy,” I pant out, stepping toward him.
“Right back at ya, baby. Now get on my cock before he busts a nut without you, because watching you sway that ass at me, your tits looking heavy with desire, I could fucking come with one touch from you.”
His voice is gravelly, and it turns me on even more. I can feel my arousal dripping down my thigh. He’s right about my breasts, they are heavy with need.
Stepping over to him, naked as a jay bird, Magnum growls and wraps his arms around me, sitting my bare ass on the steel tank of his bike, the heat from it making me shiver.
With me facing the handlebars, his chest flush against my back, his heavy breathing coats my heated skin. His hands glide up from my hips, over my ribs, and cup my breasts. He tugs on my nipples, making my back arch, pushing my tits into his hands more.
“You like that, baby?” he says close to my ear, and my entire body spasms with want, just from his minor touches and his low, sexy voice. Nodding, I keep my eyes on the side mirrors, where I can see Magnum behind me. He notices where I’m looking and winks at me—before he slams a finger into my dripping wet pussy.
I cry out his name, thanking the Lord that no one is around.
Twenty-Three
Magnum
Who needs an overly priced, overly used porn star when you can have the woman you love dripping, crying out your name in front of you, naked on your bike, riding your finger?
“Yeah, baby, fuck yourself on my hand before I fill you up with my cock,” I tell her as I splay my other hand flat on her back, keeping her in place. I keep my feet safely planted on each side of the bike, stopping it from tipping over.
“Shit, that feels so good. I need more, Joey,” she pants out between moans.
Her ass looks fucking spectacular laid out for me; her creamy skin stands out against the matte black paint on my bike. My two ladies together enjoying a ride with me, pun very much intended.
“You want my fingers in your pussy and my cock in your ass, baby?” I ask her, my voice taking on a harsh, aroused tone.
“Yes,” she hisses out. Smiling at her back, I slide my hand down her spine and over the curve of her ass, taking in how smooth her skin feels beneath my rough hands.
I look down to my fingers still pumping in and out of her body, her juices
coating them, running down into my palm. Fuck, my girl is dripping all over me and my bike seat. No way in hell am I washing her essence off it. I want the reminder to always be there.
Collecting some of her arousal, I use to it lube up her asshole. She bucks when I add pressure, but I know she needs to be so fucking wet to help my cock slide into her tight hole.
“I need your ass wet, baby. I’m going to spit on you to help lube you up. You okay with that?”
“Fuck, yes. Why does that sound so dirty, but such a fucking turn on?” she asks when I spit down on her ass, before using my thumb to rub it in. She pants and moans as I slide my thumb in and out of her, but my cock is screaming at me to join the playtime.
“You ready, baby?”
“Yes, Joey, fuck my ass, baby,” my girl says in a husky voice. Gripping my cock, I rub the head over her puckered hole, loving how she bucks a little before pushing back onto me.
Pushing in a little more, I can feel how tight she will be. I’m met with some resistance, but I keep moving forward, an inch at a time. Pulling back again, then adding pressure, I do that a few more times, and she lets out a long moan, mixed with my name, as I slide in more, so the head of my cock slips in completely.
“Oh fuck, Joey. I feel so full,” Kara whimpers, but then pushes against me, taking more of my cock and causing me to let out a hiss as she tightens around me. She clenches again, and I swear I almost black out.
“Fuck it. Hold on, baby.” My patience snaps when she clenches around me. With my hand and my cock in perfect fucking rhythm, I fuck Kara on my bike. My old lady.
“Yes, baby. Jesus fuck, you feel tight and so fucking good. I need you to come, baby. Spray my bike with your cum. Mark us both,” I growl out. Harsh moans come from Risky as her pussy tightens around my fingers and her ass clenches around my cock. I know she’s close, so I up my efforts.
Pulling my hand from her pussy, I slide it to her clit and pinch it. Kara howls out as her orgasm shatters her body, and she comes and comes. It seems like she comes forever. My spine tingles and my balls draw up into my body as I come inside her ass, marking the last of her holes. Marking it as mine.
With both of us breathing harshly, we sit in silence, catching our breaths before the ride home. Leaning in, I kiss her back, licking the sweat from her body. She shivers when my tongue touches her. I smile against her skin, kissing her more.
“I need to pull out, babe. It’s gonna hurt, okay? I’m sorry,” I explain, and slowly pull my semi-hard dick out of her body. She whimpers, and I grimace, hating that she hurts a little but loving that she took my cock like a champ.
“Let me clean you up, then we can get back home and I’ll run you a bath, yeah?” I tell her, slipping from the bike and pulling on my clothes. I take out some baby wipes from my saddle bag and clean my girl up, then help her get dressed.
“Thank you, Joey. Look, I’ll say this now, then it stays here, and we move on.” I smile and nod at how serious she looks, but I can’t miss the blush that covers her body.
“No more fucking up. We’re in this together one hundred percent. I will always stand by your side. No more bitches. No more Regs. The single brothers can do whatever the fuck they want, but you… you touch one and I’m gone. I may be a tough bitch at times, but I still bleed, and my heart can still break. Please don’t break my heart, Joey Masters.”
Her words knock the wind out of me, but I stand tall and step toward her. Cupping her face, our gazes lock, and I tell her what needs to be said so we can move the fuck on.
“No bitches. No Regs. No heartbreak. Only me and you against the world, baby. You’re my old lady, yeah?” With a nod from her, I continue.
“Side by side, we will go forward. You’re the first Queen of the Rugged Skulls MC, Fort Lauderdale charter. Me and the club will lay our lives down for you, you know this. But, baby, I will die before anything happens to you.”
Going up on tiptoes, Risky kisses me. A deep, soul searing kiss that takes my breath away, instead of the other way around. We get lost in the kiss until I hear loud laughter behind Risky. I break the kiss, look toward the water, and see a few people in there. But they still can’t see us. Smiling down at my girl, I kiss her once more before turning her around and slapping her ass.
“Hey, what was that for, fuckface?” she yelps out, scowling at me and rubbing her ass cheek. Winking at her, I reply.
“That ass is mine now, baby. I can do whatever the fuck I want with it. But for now, I want you to get dressed so I can take you home and take you again in our bed.”
“Now that sounds nice. Let’s go, cupcake,” she says, finishing buttoning up her jeans and smirking at me. I growl, then snatch her hand, pulling her toward me and taking her mouth hard. Breaking the kiss, I slap her ass again.
“Get on the bike, baby. We need a bed for the next round.”
The ride home is blissful, serene. I haven’t felt this relaxed in a long-ass time, and that’s saying something. There’s always an issue popping up that I need to deal with; President’s problems, as Slide refers to them.
We pull into the compound, and I see the boys all standing around outside the garage, shooting the shit, drinking beer and laughing at some shit. Before the gates shut, I hear the screeching of tires and spin around to look over my shoulder to see a sleek black SUV spin in behind me.
Thinking of Risky at my back, I whip my bike into the garage and my boys take a defensive stance, protecting us. I hear Risky growl, then she’s off the bike and heading for the car.
“Kara,” I yell after her, and thank fuck Rookie snags her wrist before she gets any closer. My stomach sinks when I see who’s now standing front and center. Marvin-fucking-Hancock.
“You fucking cocksucker! What did Lani ever do to you, huh?” she spits at him, Rookie actually struggling to keep his hold on her. I step up in front of them and glare at the cunt before me.
“You can fuck off now. You aren’t getting her, dipshit,” I tell him, keeping my voice firm and low, clearly showing my distain for this man. He smirks at me.
“I believe she belongs to me. You hand her over and you will never have to deal with me again,” Cunt-face says, thinking his shit don’t stink. Everything about this fucker stinks.
“Kara belongs to Kara, but, she is my old lady. So sorry, she stays here with me. You try taking her and see what the fuck happens,” I explain, my anger reaching boiling point.
Silence stretches over us, until he clicks his fingers at a suit wearing ape, who steps forward, holding an iPad out to me. I hear a gasp from behind me, and the boys rush forward to see what I’m looking at. Then all hell breaks loose. I snatch the device out of his hand and pull my gun out of the back of my jeans—then aim and shoot the ape right between the eyes.
“You motherfucking cunt!” Edge bellows, lunging for Hancock, but Sarge and Opal take him to the floor, pinning him to the concrete while he thrashes around.
“He was expendable anyway. No skin off my nose. Now you see my hand. Your move.”
I look back down at the screen and see baby Hendrix sitting in a baby crib, with dirty blankets, tears streaming down his face. The kid looks petrified. My gut tightens seeing this innocent baby being caught up in all of this shit.
He’s had a shitty start in life already with his parents, until Edge stepped up and the club supported him.
“Let him go,” I growl, my patience doing a disappearing act.
“Magnum, Magnum, Magnum, such a dumbass for a man who runs a club. I will return the boy unharmed, if...” He leaves the sentence hanging and my stomach sinks into my black boots.
“You want me.” It isn’t a question; it’s a statement that comes from Kara behind me. Swinging around to look at her, I see my strong woman with tears in her eyes. She looks at me with such sorrow.
“No, baby. Not happening,” I tell her, my fists clenching at my side, waiting for a chance to knock this fucker’s block off.
Stepping closer to me, Risky takes my cut in
her tiny hand and pulls me to her. Resting her forehead on my chest, she breathes deep, before bringing her head up, meeting my gaze.
The look I see her in eyes makes my knees weak. She isn’t going to listen to me. She will throw her life on the line for this baby. A baby she hasn’t even met yet. This is why I fucking love her so much—so I tell her.
“I love you, baby. I can’t lose you, not now that I found you. We’ll find a way.” I look over to Edge, who’s being held back by Sarge and Rookie now. Opal is at my side.
“I love you too, Magnum, but I have to do this. I can fight back.” Her words strike my heart, and I lean in to kiss her. It isn’t hard or rough, it’s soft, memory committing soft.
“Well, isn’t this fucking sweet. My girl turned into a fucking biker whore. No worries, I’ll straighten you out soon enough. Get in the car, buttercup.” I growl, Risky snarls, and Hancock just smirks.
He’s a fucking slime ball if I ever saw one. Tailored suit, shiny shoes, with his dark hair slicked back so much I’m sure he used a whole tub of hair cream. Hancock takes a step forward but stops when Sarge speaks.
“Back off, cunt,” Sarge spits at the same time Edge screams, “GIVE ME MY BOY BACK!”
I feel his pain in every word, and my heart breaks. Swallowing past the emotion building in my throat, I look down and see Kara staring at me with resolve in her eyes. Not being able to see that look anymore, I glance to my VP.
“We have to find another way. She can’t leave me,” I tell him, trying to swallow again, but it’s damn near impossible. I’m the fucking President of this club, and the thought of losing my woman is bringing me to my knees.
“Now, Kara,” is bellowed from behind me. Kara jumps and I swing around, bringing my gun up and aiming at Hancock. He doesn’t flinch, just drops his eyes to the device in my hand.
A hand touches my face; I look at my girl. My shoulders slump in defeat.
“I have to do this, Joey. Henny needs to live his life. The twenty-three years I’ve had have been filled with so much love and loyalty—but being here with you for the last few weeks have made my life worth it. I want you to promise me something.”
