Biker's Bride: A Bad Boy Romance (Demons MC) (Includes bonus novel Kinged!) (9 page)

We tore back into town, heading toward her apartment building. Finally, I parked out front and she climbed off the bike.

“Hold it,” I said to her. “Stay with me.”

She frowned. “It’s safe. This is my place.”

“It’s not safe. This is your place.” I grabbed her arm. “Stay with me.”

She went to protest, but I wasn’t playing games. I pulled her along behind me, ignoring her angry complaining.

We pushed through the front door and headed up the stairs. As soon as we turned onto her landing, something felt off to me. I wasn’t sure what.

“Hold,” I said to her, stopping.

“What?”

“Something’s weird.”

“Looks fine to me.”

We walked slowly down her hall. As soon as we got close to her door, I spotted it.

The thing was standing slightly open, as if someone had broken it in and then just propped it shut.

Instantly I pushed Caralee back and pulled the gun from my jeans.

“What?” she hissed, shocked.

“Someone was here,” I said. “Stay.”

I crept forward and pushed the door open. It swung in easily. Caralee gasped, stepping back against the wall.

Inside, her apartment was a damn mess. Whoever had been in there had torn the place to shreds looking for something. I couldn’t be sure if they were still there or not, so I crept quietly inside, keeping my gun ready.

I checked the main room, the bathroom, and the bedroom, but it was all clear. Whoever had been there had obviously left a while ago.

“Caralee, come on in,” I said.

She stepped through the door, staring around wide-eyed.

“Oh my god,” she said.

“Looks like they got here earlier,” I said.

“They destroyed it.”

I shrugged. “Just made a mess is all.”

She began to pick through the stuff, looking completely devastated. “I can’t believe this.”

I leaned against the door, closing it, and crossed my arms. “Find your laptop. We don’t want to be here.”

“Ford, they went through my stuff.”

“I know they did. But hurry. We have to go.”

She moved through the space in a daze, like she was shell-shocked or something. She went into her bedroom and came out a minute or two later with her laptop.

“They didn’t take anything,” she said.

“Probably don’t have what they were looking for.”

“And what’s that?”

“No clue, sweetheart. But we better roll.”

She nodded silently and followed me back out. I kept my gun ready until we were back at my bike.

The devastation in her apartment had clearly shaken her. She held on tight as hell as we sped back toward my house.

Frankly, it was bugging me, too. Why would they toss over her apartment searching for something? She was just a witness to a murder. I couldn’t imagine they’d need anything she had other than her actual self. So why not just sit in her place and wait for her to come back to grab her?

Unless they knew we were protecting her. That was pretty likely since Larkin wasn’t being shy about broadcasting that fact to all the other clubs in the area. Maybe it was just a warning message to her, meant to scare the shit out of her.

If that was the case, I guessed it had worked. She’d been white as a sheet as we’d left her apartment. What had happened with her friend probably seemed like a distant, bad dream, and everything after like some crazy story happening to someone else. But seeing her apartment like that, well, maybe it had made her reflect on things.

We made our way back to my place and were climbing off my bike fifteen minutes later. The relative seclusion of my house had always made it seem so much safer, but I pulled out my gun anyway, making sure nobody was around.

My door was intact. I unlocked it and pushed inside, and the place looked fine.

“Safe,” I said to her.

“Really think they’d come for me here?”

“Can’t say, honestly. We should try to be safe at least.”

She nodded. “What now?”

I shrugged. “Get yourself settled. We’ll have to head back to the clubhouse in a couple hours for your little meeting with Jetter.”

She nodded and disappeared into my bedroom.

I walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a beer, cracking it open and taking a long pull. I hadn’t bargained for her taking over my whole damn place. I sat down on my couch slash bed and stared at the wall, thinking and drinking.

She came out a few minutes later, got a beer from the refrigerator, and sat down next to me on the couch. We sat there in silence, drinking together. I looked at her from the corner of my eye and noticed her staring blankly ahead of her. I loved the way her lips parted slightly just before bringing the can to her mouth.

I wanted to crush my body against hers. I wanted to press her down onto the couch and strip her clothes off slowly, make her watch me as I licked her pussy until she screamed. I wanted to fuck her deep, slow, and then rough and rougher. God, I got so fucking hard just sitting there thinking about bending her over the couch and fucking her tight pussy.

I wanted to make her mine. Yeah, I’d fucking claimed her, but she wasn’t mine until I got every inch of that sweet cunt.

I wasn’t doing anything to hide my growing bulge. She glanced at me and I grinned at her.

“Seeing my apartment like that,” she said, “that made it more real.”

“Wasn’t real before?”

“I don’t know. I guess it was. But that proved people are really after me.”

“Good,” I said. “You’re beginning to get it then.”

“What’s going to happen to me? How long do I have to keep hiding?”

“Don’t know,” I said honestly. “For as long as it takes for all this shit to blow over.”

“What if it doesn’t?”

I laughed, taking a long pull on my beer. “Believe me, princess, it always blows over.”

“But how can you know?”

I looked at her, grinning wickedly. “I’ve been here before. Been in a war before. Shit like this comes up, we deal with it, and soon enough something else comes up.”

“So I’m just one more annoying bump in the road for you guys?”

“Not to me,” I said. “My bike crushes bumps in the road. But you, I want to keep you around.”

“Why are you doing all of this?”

“You keep asking that,” I said, “but it should be obvious.”

“You feel guilty about what happened between us.”

I laughed an angry, rueful laugh. “Nothing for me to feel guilty about.”

She looked at me. “Are you serious?”

“Of course I’m fucking serious. Doesn’t matter now anyway.”

“It matters.”

“Only thing that matters is how badly I want that pussy of yours,” I said. “I’ve been sitting here thinking about how I’d make you have the sweetest orgasm of your life right here on this couch.”

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“I’d rather you be full of me.” I moved closer to her. “I think you’d rather that too.”

She stood up quickly. I saw her glance down at my hard dick, straining against my jeans, and the red blush that jumped onto her cheeks only made me that much harder.

“No, thanks,” she said. “If you don’t care about what happened, then I don’t care about this.”

“Pretend all you want, princess,” I said, “but I know how badly you want that wet cunt sliding down my hard cock. I’ll fuck that pussy like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“I doubt it.”

“I don’t. Any time you want this cock deep in that tight cunt of yours, you let me know.”

She made a face, turned, and marched into my bedroom, slamming the door.

I chuckled to myself and chugged the beer. I got up and grabbed another one.

I was still hard as fuck, but that was going to have to be okay. She’d come around eventually.

And when she did, she’d understand what she’d been missing all these years.

I
sat in Ford’s bedroom, my pussy soaking wet, trying to get his words out of my head.

He left you. You can’t forget that,
I kept thinking over and over.

I couldn’t give him another chance. I’d learned that the hard way in my life. You let a man fuck you over once and he’d keep doing it, again and again. That was just his nature.

Ford had fucked me over back then. Got my hopes up, got my body interested, my mind interested, and then he just disappeared. I wasn’t going to make the same stupid mistake, no matter what he was doing for me.

I sighed, frustrated beyond belief. I wanted to sit out there and have another beer, but he seemed so incapable of having a normal conversation. Besides, seeing my apartment torn to shreds had really shaken me to my core.

I knew bad guys were out there looking for me. I wouldn’t have put myself through everything so far if I didn’t really believe that. But actually seeing my apartment in that state really hammered home the fact that I was wanted by some very, very bad people.

I flipped open my laptop and began to scroll through Facebook. I had a couple hours to kill, and so I began to lose myself in mindless social media—the best cure for stress.

Over an hour slipped away like that, but I soon found myself bored to tears. It sounded like Ford was watching football in the other room.

It felt weird to be alone in his bed. I looked around the room for the first time, really taking it in. He had no family photos or anything like that, which didn’t surprise me. The decorating was simple, rustic. He had knives on his dresser and what looked like a crossbow in the corner. There were deer antlers on the wall, which creeped me out, but at least it wasn’t a full deer head.

I got up, curious. His room was almost too plain, as if he had gone through the trouble of keeping anything too personal out of there. I knew I shouldn’t snoop, but I couldn’t help myself.

I pulled open a drawer. It was full of socks. I dug around a little bit, and I let out a small yelp when I found a stash of condoms.

Shaking my head, I quickly shut the drawer and bit my lip. Why did he need so many condoms? Was he really sleeping around as much as Janine said he was?

I understood if it was true. It was easy to see why women would go for him. Hell, I was having a hard time keeping my hands off him, and I had more reason to stay away than most people did. His cocky smile, his dirty talk, it was all incredibly hard to resist.

I didn’t know how I felt about any of that. I shouldn’t have felt anything, but I kept coming back to it for some reason. I had no real claim over him, and we weren’t really getting married for real. Or at least we didn’t really have feelings for each other.

And yet just thinking about him made me wet.

I heard the door open and my head jerked over. “Busy?” he asked.

“What are you doing?”

“Coming into my damn bedroom.”

“You need to knock.”

He grinned. “I need to knock on my own bedroom door?”

“On my bedroom door,” I corrected.

He just shook his head and walked inside. “I’m getting changed and then we’re leaving. Got your meeting soon.”

“What’s the meeting going to be like, anyway?”

I stared as he began to strip off his shirt. He tossed it aside, revealing his muscular chest and his tattoos. “Should be easy,” he said. “Just tell the truth.”

“What are you doing?” I said quickly as he began to take off his pants.

“Getting changed in my bedroom,” he said, laughing. “You can stick around if you want to enjoy the show.”

I stared as he slipped his jeans off, revealing his tight black boxer briefs.

And I couldn’t help but notice how hard his cock was. He was staring at me hungrily.

“See you out there,” I said quickly, and I got out of there.

His laughter chased me out into the main room. I bit my lip and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator, drinking it down to calm my nerves.

That man was so damn cocky, he just stripped down in front of me.

And I just had to run out of there or else I was going to do something very, very stupid.

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A
half hour later, we pulled up in front of the clubhouse. We climbed off Ford’s bike.

“Just relax,” he said to me. “It’s going to be okay.”

“I’m relaxed.”

“Good. Jetter used to be a member of our club back before he defected and became the leader of the Rebels.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised.

“Really. Him and Larkin have history.”

“What kind of history?”

“The sort you don’t ask about,” he said. “Come on.”

He led me inside and sat me down at a table. The place was pretty empty, with only the young bartender and the two guys named Clutch and Spoil.

“Boys,” Ford said to them.

They nodded back but didn’t come over.

“Friendly,” I said.

“Don’t mind them. They’re just pissed about this war thing.”

“I thought all you bikers wanted to do was fight and kill each other?”

“Not always,” he said, grinning. “Sometimes we like to fuck.”

I opened my mouth to respond but was quickly interrupted by Larkin coming out from the back room.

“You’re here,” he said to me and Ford.

“Of course,” Ford said. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Jetter and his boys are on their way.” He looked at me, his face impassive. “Are you ready?”