Banger's Ride: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 5) (9 page)

Belle couldn’t believe how her friend was blatantly flirting with Banger. She wasn’t normally the jealous type, but she was ready to grab her friend by the hair and give her a good shake. She knew Holly was a flirt, so why was it bothering her so much this time? Part of it was that Holly was always giving her shit about what an asshole Harold had been for cheating on her, but it also was because Holly knew Banger was with Belle, and she didn’t seem to care about that. Belle couldn’t believe it.

Shaking his head, Banger pulled his arm away from Holly’s touch and placed his hand over Belle’s, giving her his full attention. Belle smiled at him, and from the corner of her eyes, she noticed Holly looked somewhat pissed. When Banger placed his hand on Belle’s neck and drew her closer to him, Holly coughed loudly as if to distract him. Not missing a beat, he crushed his lips on Belle’s, and a single shiver went from her head to her pulsing sex.

“Excuse me, I’m choking here,” Holly said in an irritated voice.

Belle pulled back and looked at Holly. “What’s wrong?”

“Just that I couldn’t get my breath. It would’ve been nice if you would’ve at least pretended like you care.”

Belle opened her mouth to answer, but Banger said, “You look fine to me. If you were choking for real, you’d be blue in the face and down on the floor ‘bout now.” He turned his attention back to Belle.

Holly’s eyes narrowed as she covered her mouth with her hand, and Belle bit her inner cheek to keep from laughing. Her friend’s childish attempt for attention pissed her off. She had no idea why Holly was acting like this. Maybe she and Darren weren’t getting along as well as she pretended they were, or maybe she was mad because Belle wasn’t interested in her brother. The reason didn’t really matter; Holly knew Banger was interested in Belle, and she was trying to thwart it. The fact that Banger did not flirt back with her friend, simply kept his focus on her, raised him up several notches in Belle’s eyes.

The restaurant began to close, and Belle wished the night would go on forever. She had such a great time, and bumping into Banger unexpectedly made her evening extra special. She hated to admit it, but she liked him a lot. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, but she wanted to get to know him a whole lot better.

Outside, the frosty air pinched their faces, and the wind murmured as the snow fell like confetti to the ground. Under the bright street lights, snowflakes glittered as the swirl of white curled around them.

Belle pulled her coat tighter around her. “Brr… It’s cold out.”

Banger put his arm around her, drawing her to him. “I’ll warm you up.” He kissed her cheek, and her stomach did a flip-flop. She wanted to be with him, and she didn’t care about how she’d feel the next day—all that mattered was the moment. She snuggled closer to him.

“I’m taking Belle home,” Banger said.

Holly snorted. “You’re being pretty presumptuous, aren’t you?”

“Don’t think I am.” He looked at Belle. “Am I?”

She shook her head and glanced at Holly. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Drive safely.”

Banger led Belle to his SUV, and she waved to Holly, who stood staring at the couple. From the way Holly’s lips were pressed together, Belle knew she was angry, but she didn’t know why her friend cared if she went home with Banger. After all, wasn’t Holly the one who was always telling her she should meet somebody? Belle refused to feel guilty; Holly was a grown woman, and she’d just have to deal with it.

Belle sat in the car with the heat going full blast while Banger cleaned the snow off his car. Nervous excitement weaved through her. She had the house to herself for the first time in years. Should she invite him in? She’d been stressed for so long, and she’d had such a long week, she deserved to get laid. She assumed Banger was only looking for fun, but at least he was nice and made her feel like she was the only woman in the room whenever he was around.

Frigid air filled the car when Banger opened the door and slid into the driver’s seat. He took off his black gloves, leaned over, and pulled her to him. He brushed his lips against hers, gently licking the seam. She parted them, and he sucked her upper lip between his while he threaded his fingers through her hair. She moaned, her hand around his neck drawing him closer to her. He released her upper lip then lightly licked both before he captured her lower lip between his. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and her heart warmed with each stroke of his tongue.

Pulled into the moment, she dipped her tongue into his mouth, curling it around his while he squeezed her thigh.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you taste and feel so good,” he muttered, holding her face close to his while he rubbed his nose against hers.

“I love the way you kiss me,” Belle whispered.

He groaned then plunged his tongue into her warm and willing mouth, running circles with hers as she did the same. Their seductive dance left her breathless and lightheaded before she pulled away, nestling her head in the crook of his neck. He felt his way around her body as he pulled her coat open. She gasped as his hand on her stockinged thigh lit a flame between her legs.

“Are your panties wet?” he rasped, his voice sending electric waves through her.

“Real wet.” She looked up at him, slowly running her tongue across her lips.

He sucked in his breath. “Fuck.”

“Let’s go to my place for a nightcap.” A smile pulled at the corners of her mouth.

Banger squeezed her inner thigh, then captured her mouth with his. He kissed her hard and deep while he swallowed her whimpers of pleasure. Drawing back, he gazed at her, his blue eyes dark with lust. A single jolt of intense desire skated up her spine.

“Let’s go, beautiful.”

As he drove toward her house, she rested her head against his shoulder, knowing that once he entered her home, she would be forever changed.

B
elle led Banger
into the small living room, gesturing for him to sit on the couch. He placed his jacket on the couch’s arm and plopped down. She turned on the gas fireplace, trying to quell her twitchy muscles. What was she thinking by asking him over? She hadn’t been with another man in years. Shuddering, she willed herself to take deep, calm breaths.

“Need some help?” he asked in a low voice that spread goose bumps over her arms.

Looking over her shoulder, she caught his mischievous grin, which made her giddy with desire. “I’m good.” She pushed up, grasping the mantel for support. “I’ll get you a beer.” She shuffled to the kitchen then grabbed onto the countertop, trying to calm her erratically beating heart.
You can do this, Belle. He’s obviously interested, so don’t let your self-doubt ruin it.

She’d put on a few pounds over the past few years, but she wasn’t obsessed about it like Holly was whenever she’d gained a couple. Belle always struggled with her weight, and when she’d married Harold, she’d come to accept her natural curves and shape of her body. But at the moment, she was insecure because Banger was so good-looking and fit. What if he found her soft flesh a turn-off? Clothes could be deceiving, and girdles did wonders on hiding some of the fleshiness of her size fourteen body. What possessed her to invite him in? She wasn’t ready for—

“You comin’ back?” Banger’s voice interrupted her thoughts. Taking a deep breath, she hurriedly grabbed a couple of bottles of beer and walked into the living room.

“Here you go,” she said as she handed him one.

He took it, then grasped her hand and pulled her down on top of him, his arms wrapping tightly around her when she landed on his lap. “Love the way you feel in my arms,” he said as he gripped her hips.

“Do you?” The tip of her tongue peeked out between her teeth.

A low growl rumbled from his throat, and he pushed her face toward his then darted his tongue out, licking the tip of hers. “Fuck, babe, you make me all kinds of crazy.” His hand moved to her ass, and she nearly jumped out of her skin when he gave her fleshy cheek a hard squeeze. “I like
this
.” He nibbled at her lower lip, teasing at it, tugging it between his teeth.

She moaned softly and wiggled in his lap, her cheeks becoming crimson when she felt something hard forcing its way up. Placing his fingers under her chin, he turned her face toward his, winked, and said huskily, “See what you do to me? My head is filled with nasty ideas about the things I want to do to you.”

Belle swallowed hard, unable to speak. She hadn’t been with a man for over a year, and her need was bubbling beneath the surface. Her body flushed with heat as she pulled away then settled herself close to him as she curled her feet under her. Reaching over to the coffee table, she grabbed her beer, welcoming the cold liquid as it slid down her throat, cooling her heated body.

“I was surprised to see you at the restaurant tonight.” She had to steer the conversation away from sex. She needed a few more beers in her to still her nerves.

A wide grin spread across his rosy face as he playfully tweaked her nose. “You wanna take it down a few notches? That’s cool. The Insurgents own the burger joint.”

“For real? I didn’t think a motorcycle club would have such a nice restaurant.” She placed her hand on his thigh.

He glanced at her hand, then his gaze slowly rose up to her face. “We’re a classy bunch of guys.” He laughed and kissed her lightly on the lips. “We own the whole fuckin’ strip mall. It was built this past summer.”

“That’s so interesting. I know you have a strip club and a tattoo parlor. I mean, all motorcycle clubs have them, right? Aren’t those the standard things a club owns? Everyone knows bikers love to watch women strip and they love tattoos, so the two go together. I never thought a club would own a sleek restaurant like the burger one, and a whole strip mall. Who would’ve thought it?” She knew she was rambling, but she couldn’t stop. The way his eyes pulled her in was dangerously sexy.

“We got a strip bar and an ink shop,” he said with a bemused smile on his face.

After she took a sip of beer, he went in for a kiss, and she welcomed the exploring swirls of his tongue. Pressing into him, her breasts rubbed against his chest, her nipples pulsing with desire. She moved back and forth, pushing them against him as tingles of pleasure zinged down between her legs.

His baritone chuckle set her on fire. “Let me help you with that,” he said as he pinched her aching buds. He captured her moan of pleasure in his mouth, and her whole body was a live wire. She wanted to have sex with him. Now.

Pushing him away, she gripped his hand then stood up, taking him with her. “Let’s go upstairs,” she whispered.

When they were in her room, she led him to her queen-sized bed. He pulled her close and buried his face in the space between her ear and neck, his beard scratching her. Nibbling her soft skin, he murmured against it, “You’re so fuckin’ soft and beautiful.” His warm breath tickled her skin.

His hands roamed over her hips then landed on her thighs, slowly inching their way under her skirt until they landed on her pulsing mound. She squeezed her eyes shut as his fingers rubbed her wet clit through her panties, choking back her moan of sheer pleasure.

“You like that?” he rasped, placing her hand on his crotch. After she unzipped his jeans, his hardness punched out, and she stroked it—his skin was hot and soft. Low groans from his throat sent sparks through her, and she boldly squeezed his dick, running her thumb over his smooth head, the beads of pre-come coating her fingertip.

Banger cupped his hands under her ass and lifted her off the floor. “Oh!” she gasped. He laid her gently on the bed, then whipped off his T-shirt, revealing hard, tight muscles and a flat, tapered waist. She gaped at him; she’d never seen a body like his up close and personal. Her mouth watered—he was delicious-looking. He took off his boots, and when he pulled his jeans off, the corded muscles in his legs flexed, and the swell of his firm ass cheeks lit a raging fire in her. He was magnificent, and he was all hers for the night.

Smiling, his blue eyes dark with hunger, he lay next to her on his side, propped up on his elbow. With his fingertip, he lightly traced her jawline, moving down her neck and arms, goose bumps rising with each stroke. In spite of the heat raging inside her, she shivered. When he came to the bottom of her shirt, he tugged it up, the palm of his cool hand refreshing against her heated skin. “Take this off. I wanna see your tits.”

Belle’s stomach did a somersault. Slowly, she pushed her top up and over her head, revealing her breasts contained in a black lace bra. Banger whistled softly, his eyes fixed on her creamy, rounded swells. She blushed, instinctively crossing her arms over them. Sucking in his breath, he gently unfolded her arms then bent down and kissed each breast. A deep shiver ran from her nipples to her throbbing mound.

“Fuck, I figured they’d be beautiful, but not like this.” He licked his lips and dipped his tongue between her tits while his hands massaged them, pinching the beaded nipples.

“Feels so good,” she breathed as he played with her swollen breasts.

He unfastened her bra, grunting as they spilled out against his chest. Burying his face in them, he muttered, “Fuckin’ love your tits, babe.”

Belle sighed, embarrassment creeping over her. Harold had never been very vocal during lovemaking, and he certainly never said words like “tits” or “fuck.” She didn’t know what to say when Banger said those things, and what surprised her was that she was getting turned on by his dirty talk.

“Let’s take your skirt off so I can see your pussy shining through your panties.”

“Pussy” made her body pulse like crazy. Each filthy word he uttered, each stroke, each kiss made her putty in his hands. The way her body was burning and humming, she’d do anything he wanted. Kicking off her boots, she slid her skirt down, her sheer black panties barely covering her sex.

“Beautiful.” He cupped her wetness then slipped his hand inside her panties, burying his fingers between her swollen folds.

Holy fuck!
The way Banger rubbed his fingers between her throbbing lips, just brushing her clit, drove her wild. She arched her back, grinding her mound against his hand.
I’m acting like a slut, but I can’t help it. I’m on fire. I need him to touch me
there.