Biker's Bride: A Bad Boy Romance (Demons MC) (Includes bonus novel Kinged!) (18 page)

She slurped and sucked at me, working my dick with a hunger that surprised me. Even after last night, it was amazing how she sucked me, went right for my dick, worked the tip, let it slip down her throat.

It felt fucking incredible watching her pretty mouth work my cock. I pressed her head down, grunting as my cock slid into her throat. My whole body was on fire with desire, and I needed to come in her pretty mouth.

“Keep sucking that dick, Caralee,” I said, groaning. She worked me harder, faster, my cock soaked with her spit, her hand sliding up and down my shaft. “Fuck I want to come down that throat, make you swallow every drop.”

She continued sucking me, her tongue rolling over my tip. I reached down and felt her full breasts as she sucked me. Her body bouncing, her head bobbing, it drove me absolutely fucking wild. I could barely think as pleasure filled my body, my mind stuck only on Caralee and her perfect lips.

I pressed her down and began to thrust into her mouth, fucking her face. She began to moan slightly as I fucked her lips, and that pushed me over the edge.

I could feel the orgasm coming on. I couldn’t believe it, but I was going to come down her throat. She came at me wild and aggressive, and it just drove me absolutely wild inside.

The orgasm exploded through me and I came into her mouth. She continued sucking me, not pausing one bit, taking every drop of my hot cum. She swallowed it all, licking me clean and smiling.

“Fuck, girl,” I said. “God damn. You fucking suck cock like it’s your job.”

She shrugged. “Just returning the favor.”

“Shit.” I sat down on the couch, cock still hard, head buzzing. She curled up next to me. “You’re fucking amazing.”

“Yeah,” she said, “I know.”

I grunted and kissed her. “Now,” I said, “you want to hear what I had to say?”

“Sure,” she said.

I sighed and leaned back, enjoying myself for a moment.

I had Caralee on my arm, my cock had just been sucked, and the taste of her pussy still lingered on my lips. Life didn’t get too much fucking better than that.

“Here’s the deal,” I said. “Rod ripped the Snakes off, tried to sell them fake drugs or something stupid. Now they think you have their drugs.”

“I don’t,” she said.

“I know that. But we have to find those drugs.”

“Or what?”

“Or they won’t leave you alone,” I said. “They haven’t gotten close to you yet because they don’t know where you are exactly. But it’s only a matter of time before they find you, and we need to head that off.”

“What are we supposed to do?”

“Not sure,” I admitted. “The drugs could be anywhere.”

She was silent for a moment. “Well, way to ruin a girl’s orgasm,” she said, laughing.

“Sorry,” I grunted. “You wanted to know.”

“It’s okay.” She kissed my neck. “Tell me what to do.”

I felt my cock stir. “We should find Rod’s place and search it.”

“Okay,” she said. “I know where it is.”

“We’ll have to be careful. They’re probably watching it.”

“You can handle it,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” I said, “I can.”

I kissed her then, and she returned the kiss, deeply, passionately.

I didn’t know what I was doing. This girl was my wife, and I had never wanted to get married. But here I was, letting her suck my cock, imagining how her pussy feels.

How we ended up here, I’d never understand it.

M
y head was a buzzing mess as we got dressed. I didn’t know what came over me, but as soon as he stepped near me, I couldn’t control myself. I was still annoyed with him for leaving like that, and I knew I couldn’t let myself get close.

But we had a job to do. We went outside and got onto his bike.

“His place isn’t far,” I said. “Maybe twenty minutes to the west.”

He nodded. “Just direct me.”

We climbed onto his bike and headed out, blazing through the afternoon sun.

The wind whipped through my hair as I kept thinking about Ford. He was still the cocky asshole that I once knew, but there was something else in him now. Sure, he was older, more dangerous, more serious. But he also looked at me in a way that set my heart pounding, like he needed and wanted and couldn’t stop looking at me. It sent shivers down my spine, like electricity all through my body.

He made me feel good. Sexy, exciting, strong, everything I’d always wanted to feel. He made me feel that way and more.

And yet I was afraid of him and the club. I was constantly worried he was going to leave again, just disappear out of the blue. I understood that we were married, that his claiming me was a big deal, but I wasn’t sure it really mattered in the long term. What did the club care about me?

I was just some girl, just another dumb girl getting sucked up into their violent, dangerous wake.

We rode for a while, and I couldn’t help but think about everything. As soon as we got closer, though, my mind began to drift toward the topic at hand.

Rod lived in a beat-up trailer in the middle of a trailer park. I’d been there once back when he was trying to teach me how to ride. We’d met at his place and then he took me out to an abandoned parking lot half a mile away.

Poor Rod. I couldn’t imagine it was his idea to try to rip off the Snakes. He just didn’t seem like he had that kind of thing in him. He was sweet, maybe a little dumb, but he was nice to me and I liked being around him.

We rode through the park slowly. There weren’t many people around, which seemed a little odd. Then again, I couldn’t remember if there were any the last time, either.

I nudged Ford’s back and pointed. Rod’s trailer was just ahead, looking exactly the way I remembered it.

We pulled up and parked right out front.

“Stay here,” he said.

“No way. You’ll need help looking.”

“It’s dangerous.”

“It’s dangerous out here, too.”

He grunted. “Fine. Stay close.”

He pulled his gun from his jeans and moved up to the door. He knocked twice, got no answer, and then tried the handle. It was locked. He took a half step back and then kicked the door just above the handle. It took him a few tries, but finally the door snapped open, flinging inside.

“Come on,” he said. We walked into the trailer.

I frowned at the space. It had been completely torn apart, just like my apartment.

“I guess they were already here,” he said.

“I guess so.”

The place was an absolute wreck. Trash was strewn about, the covers and padding on the chairs were torn to shreds, dishes and glasses were smashed, and the bedroom was torn to pieces. I picked through it, bit by bit.

“You do the bedroom,” he said. “I’ll stay out here.”

I nodded and went into the back. I began to go through the drawers and storage spaces, but it was just full of Rod’s stuff. All of it junk, crap, garbage, but all that was left of my friend. 

I felt a lump in my throat and had to swallow hard against it. I wasn’t going to cry for him, not again. He knew what he was getting himself into, knew that dying was a real possibility. Maybe he never thought it would happen, but it did, and he’d dragged me into this mess.

It was hard to go through his stuff, but I did it anyway. Because I had to. Because Ford was trying hard to protect me, and I needed to help him as best I could.

As I continued shifting through the stuff, I noticed a window on the back wall. I brushed the shade aside slightly and had to quickly stifle a gasp.

Two men stood out there, creeping up along the back. Two men in leather jackets with snake patches on the back.

I quickly backed up and went into the main room.

“Ford,” I whispered.

He looked at me, grinning. “Porno playing cards.” He held up some playing cards with naked ladies on them.

“Ford,” I said again. “Outside.”

He cocked his head at me, but quickly his face got serious. He nodded once, drawing his gun.

He moved to the window and peered out. He gestured for me to get back, and I walked back into the bedroom, watching from the open door. I watched as he kept looking out the window. He pressed his heavy gun up against the wall and waited for a second.

Then he pulled the trigger. There was a loud boom and a shout from outside.

Ford didn’t wait. He burst out the front door. I couldn’t see what happened, but I heard the gunshots. Fear gripping my chest, I stood up, but I couldn’t make myself leave the trailer. I was so terrified, so horribly terrified. What if Ford was dead? What if I had gotten him killed?

A minute later, Ford came back in through the door.

I ran to him, throwing my arms around him.

“I thought you got hurt,” I said.

“Nah,” he said. “I surprised them.”

“Ford,” I said, pressing my face against his chest.

“It’s okay,” he said softly. “I shouldn’t have brought you.”

He held me that way for a quiet minute, but soon he had to peel me away.

“Come on,” he said. “We have to go before the cops come.”

I nodded. We moved outside the trailer. I didn’t want to look, but I had to see. Two men were lying on the ground, not moving. There was a lot of blood.

“Come on,” he said again, moving me away. We got onto his bike. He started the engine and we pulled off.

I could feel the tension in his body as we drove back toward the clubhouse. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I knew that we had just survived a trap. They had been waiting for us, ready to ambush us. And the only reason we survived was because I got lucky and saw them, and because Ford was willing to do what he had to do.

This was my life, I realized with terror. This was my life now, running away in fear, unless Ford figured out a way to fix it.

I clung to him tightly, feeling the wind in my hair.

I
t was a fucking ambush.

I knew there was a danger of that, but I couldn’t believe we had walked right into it. If it hadn’t been for Caralee, those guys would have gotten the drop on us. I’d be dead, and who knows what they would have done to Caralee.

I was angry at myself beyond belief. I was such a stupid fucking asshole for bringing Caralee with me. She could have easily just told me where the place was. I didn’t need to drag her along. But I did, and I put her directly in the line of danger when all I was trying to do was keep her away from anything harmful.

We sped down the highway, heading back toward my cabin. I didn’t know what was safe anymore, but I figured I could at least protect her back at the cabin.

I wasn’t going to make that mistake again. I wasn’t going to drag Caralee into anymore shit situations.

She was my damn old lady, whether I wanted it or not.

We pulled up outside the cabin. Everything looked normal, but you could never be sure. I un-holstered my gun and we moved up toward the front door.

I opened it and entered fast, checking the blind spots. Nobody was in there.

I sat Caralee down at the kitchen table. She didn’t say a word, didn’t complain or argue, simply did as she was told. I liked the fighting spirit in her, but she clearly understood that we were beyond running from pledges. The Snakes were after her, and we needed to be even more careful than usual.

I checked the bedroom and bathroom, but there was nothing. I went out back and did a quick sweep of the forest around my cabin but found nothing.

Back in the cabin, I leaned up against the refrigerator. “You okay?” I asked her.

She nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Good job back there.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You warned me. Otherwise, we’d be dead.”

She shrugged. “I’m just trying to help.”

“You did good.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket. “I have to call Larkin. Hold tight.”

I walked back into my bedroom and dialed. Larkin answered on the second ring.

“Yeah?”

“Larkin, it’s Ford.”

“What’s up?”

“Caralee and me went looking for those missing drugs today, checked out that dead asshole’s trailer.”

“And?” he grunted.

“And we ran into some fucking Snakes.”