Biker Bound: The Lost Souls MC Series (17 page)

Before he had a chance to close the door in our faces, I pushed through and had him up against the wall in his hallway.

“I need answers and I want em’ now. If you don’t give em’ to us, I’m gonna make you hurt.” I shout in his face.

“Slade, I’ve got this,” Cas warns, coming up beside me.

I reluctantly release my hold on him and step back. Logically I know he can’t run from us but I still remain close.

“Look, I don’t know why you’re here but I haven’t done anything,” he stutters.

“We haven’t said you have. We’re here to talk that’s all.” Cas tells him calmly.

“About what?”

“We know you spoke to a woman at the store yesterday by her car. You told her you had a message for her,” Cas begins, “All we want to know is, who gave you the message to pass on?”

“I don’t know who she was, she gave me a hundred bucks to go tell the chick the message and walk away. I’ve never seen her before and I didn’t see her after.”

Her? It was a woman?

I sense my brothers thinking the same. We’ve all been assuming we were dealing with a guy.

“What exactly did she say?” I ask.

“She said it was important that the chick knew the truth, and that her husband wouldn’t lie.”

Husband? So we are dealing with a guy, he was just using his woman to do bitch work and if Gregory refers to Kristen as a chick one more time, I’m going to make him hurt, bad.

“What did she look like?”

“Um, like a chick.”

“Details,” Cas yells, “I want fuckin’ details asshole.”

“Short black hair and thin, she was really, really thin like a skeleton or something,” he tells us quickly.

“Anything else?”

“She looked average, like any other junkie lookin’ woman. I can’t tell you anything else apart from she acted like her old man would hurt her if I didn’t pass his message on.”

Cas remains silent for a moment and then steps into Gregory’s face.

“Forget yesterday happened, if you don’t, we’ll be back to make sure you don’t remember a thing.” He threatens him.

“Remember what?” Gregory says, playing along.

“Glad you understand.”

None of us say a word as we leave Gregory’s and return to the clubhouse.

When we’re back in the bar Cas pulls me to the side.

“I want you to look into as many Devils Bastards old ladies as you can, you know what to look for.”

“Sure thing.”

I set up in the corner where no one can see what I’m doing and set to work with the thought I’ll be speaking to Kristen again soon in the back of my mind.

Chapter Thirteen

Kristen

I feel like I have lived for over fifty years already in my twenty-three year life span. The experience of working in my father’s shop, my father’s illness and then his passing and becoming a mother. I heard murmurs while I was pregnant that my life was over, that I would be bogged down with a kid and wouldn’t be able to achieve anything. To those people, I say shut the fuck up. Zachery is the one who has made my life bearable over the last year. He has kept me strong and when I do settle down somewhere I have plans for our future that will not only prove that I’m not bogged down by my beautiful child but I can thrive despite the downs that have intruded into my life.

And with the added bonus of Slade in my life, right now I couldn’t imagine life getting any better.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” my mom asks.

She’s sitting on the bed playing with Zachery and his bricks. Everyone who has met the two of us remarks on our resemblance, at fifty-three years old she doesn’t look a day over forty. Her long, dark brown hair still shines and her yoga classes have certainly paid off with her figure. When we arrived five days ago she was ecstatic to see us. Then she was worried thinking we were in trouble, it took an hour to assure her we weren’t.

I’ve told her everything about Slade apart from the truth of Billy’s death and while she’s happy that I have finally found some happiness, she is weary of his club.

“Mom, I couldn’t be any surer. I wish you could see how is with Zach and with me.”

“Hopefully I’ll see for myself soon,” she smiles affectionately.

Slade is due anytime now to pick me up for our first date. If I were being truthful I didn’t expect him to make the trip but every day since we parted at the motel, we have spoken on the phone, sometimes for hours at a time.

My nerves are beyond knotted together, they are partying in my stomach and making me feel nauseous at the thought of seeing him again, in a good way though.

“Do you see a relationship forming?” she asks, for the tenth time.

“It’s already forming. Dating is me slowing things down. I’ve never been on a date before and the fact he’s doing everything to make me happy proves he’s worth taking a risk on,” I smile.

I’m finding I can’t not smile this week. My life is finally moving forward and I will do anything to keep up the pace.

I add a little more blusher to my cheeks before I am satisfied I’m good to go and give myself one last onceover in the mirror.

I feel like I am going to the prom again. My little black dress clings snugly and my matching black heels adds inches to my legs. My hair, which normally lives in a ponytail, is falling down my back in loose curls and my green eyes look alive accentuated by the black eye liner.

“I don’t think there’s a man out there who wouldn’t travel the world to take you out to dinner looking as beautiful as you do,” my mom compliments me proudly.

“Thanks mom and thank you for watching Zachery tonight.”

“What are Granma’s for? Besides, we’re going to have so much fun we won’t notice you’re gone.” She teases.

The doorbell shrills its piercing tone throughout the house and my nerves wreak havoc on my body. He’s here.

“Go on then, answer the door.” She laughs.

I quickly kiss them both goodbye and near enough fly down the stairs as much as my heels will allow. My hand is on the doorknob and I take a deep breath to calm myself before I turn it and open the door.

What I see when I do knocks whatever breath I struggled to contain right out of me. It is Slade, but not like I’ve ever seen him before.

To look at him now standing on the doorstep with his hair perfectly in place, no leather in sight and no tattoos on show. If I didn’t know better I would think he was your average guy in his shirt and smart jeans.

It’s now I realise that although he is pretty hot dressed like this, I much prefer his biker look.

“You look…wow, just wow,” he chokes, taking me in from head to toe.

“I was just thinking the same thing.”

Sexual tension zings between us and becomes unbearable. Slade feels it too as he pulls me by the hand to his truck.

As soon as he has closed my door he is racing around the truck and jumping in. One last look at me is all the warning I get before he’s leaning over the gear stick and kissing me like our lives depend on it.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he pants, pulling away, “I’ve missed you.” He adds.

“I’ve missed you too,” I say, enjoying the tingle on my lips from his kiss.

As he drives through the streets into the city, he keeps my hand held in his. The heat from his touch is comforting.

“How has Zach been?” he asks.

“He’s been good, he calls me momma so naturally now.”

“That’s good darlin’. Is your mom okay to babysit for the night?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because I have plans for you,” he grins, lifting our entwined hands to his mouth to kiss mine.

I can barely contain my excitement at the possibilities tonight will bring. Our date begins at a top class restaurant when we are seated at Slade’s request at a private balcony table.

“Slade, this is more than what I was expecting,” I tell him when we are alone.

“It’s no less than you deserve.”

If anyone else had said that to me I would have thought they were being cheesy but coming from Slade’s mouth, I know he is being genuine.

The chatter flows steadily until our food arrives and then I bite and ask him about the club.

“I thought you weren’t interested in the club?” he asks, suspiciously.

“I’m not interested in the danger in your club, but I listened the other day and know it’s a part of you and you I am interested in,” I explain.

“We found the fu…I mean guy who you spoke to at the store.”

I silently laugh as he stops himself from cussing and then violence crosses my mind.

“Did you hurt him?” I ask him, feeling stupid for having to.

“No, all we did was ask him some questions, he answered and we left.” He assures me.

I sigh in relief and mentally promise to stop being so judgemental again.

“What you see with me is what you get Kristen, I won’t lie to you again even if I think you shouldn’t know something. I want to be open with you so I don’t lose you,” He opens up.

I reach across the able and squeeze his hand.

“I can’t promise I’ll agree with some of the things you do but I can see you’re not a monster.”

He snorts before he answers, “I’m hardly a monster. I’m a computer geek with muscles who isn’t afraid to protect what’s mine.”

The fierce impact his statement has on me makes me want him more.

“Did you have any plans after dinner?” I ask, gulping hard.

“Only getting you back to my hotel and ripping your dress off,” he smirks.

“That’s all I needed to know,” I smile, “Eat up, I’ve suddenly lost my appetite for food.”

“Oh yeah, I thought you wanted to do the dating thing?” he laughs.

“So did I, now you’re here my resolve isn’t so strong,” I wink at him.

“In that case,” he says, throwing his fork down on the plate, he signals for the waiter and impatiently awaits for him.

“Bill please,” he orders, keeping his eyes focused on me.

The thrill coursing through my veins is on fire. This place must be costing him a fortune and he doesn’t care to stay and finish what he’s paying for.

Once the bill is paid, he pulls me up from the table and rapidly but smoothly leads us out of the restaurant.

“Get in the truck,” he says, keeping the demanding tone to his voice.

I do as I’m told and as I’m feeling a little giddy, I like it when he’s forceful.

He drives quickly but precisely to his hotel and throws the keys to the valet.

I have seconds to appreciate the niceness of the hotel as it becomes a blur in passing to the elevators.

As we exit the elevator into the hall, I guess I’m not walking fast enough because he stops in front of me and throws me over his shoulder.

Shortly down the hall he produces his room key and has the door open and me in front of him in record time.

No longer feeling giggly, an intense atmosphere fills the darkness around us.

He leans down and claims my soul with only his kiss, softly dragging his lips across mine.

He barely touches my skin as he pulls the straps off my shoulders, leaving my dress to fall to the floor. Standing in only my underwear I can see the hunger in his eyes as they rake over my body. I have slept with him before but this feels like our first time together.

“You are so God damn beautiful,” he whispers, trailing his lips across my collarbone.

While he’s focused on me, I slowly unbutton his shirt and pants. Now we’re even I step closer towards him and run my nails down his chest.

There are no words to say, nothing to think about, there is only Slade and I in this moment and our bodies are doing all the communicating we need.

I move out of his reach and slowly back up until the back of my legs hit the bed. He stands rooted in place watching me. I sit and move back until I am in the middle of the bed. Opening my legs, giving him full ability to see me, I lightly run my finger across my breast and down my stomach until I reach the top of my panties. I hook my finger into the material and pull them down slowly. Deciding he can’t take no more he climbs onto the bed and pushes me down. His lips and his hands are everywhere on my body and I love the way he feels. The hunger I have for him makes me want to take control so I do.

Pushing at his chest, I pull myself up until he gets the idea and I straddle him and lean down to kiss him.

We have all night for foreplay, right now I just want him inside me.

Getting in position, he loses his breath as I guide myself down on him. The built up frustrations of being away from him blast out from somewhere deep inside me and I lose control and take my own pleasure from him. When my body begins convulsing from climax he remains inside me as he changes position ready to take his own pleasure from me.

I land on my back at the bottom of the bed leaving my head falling off the edge as he drives into me not holding back at all.

“I’ve fuckin’ missed you,” he growls, continuing his assault on my body.

I ride the waves of my orgasm until Slade reaches his finish and slumps on top of me.

“I’ve missed you too,” I sigh into the darkness.

The longer we lay there, the more tiredness takes over. I try to hide a yawn but fail when Slade laughs.

“I hope you’re not that tired, I have many more plans with this body tonight,” he chuckles, grabbing my ass.

The sunlight pouring in through the window doesn’t wake me. Zachery crying for his breakfast doesn’t wake me. It’s Slade’s fingers trailing across my back and his peppered kisses on my shoulder what wakes me.

“Morning darlin’.”

The way he calls me darling causes me to clench my legs together when all they want to do is open for him.

“Hmm, morning.”

“I was getting impatient waiting for you to wake up,” he says.

“What time is it?” I ask.

“It’s still early, just after seven.”

“Why on earth are you waking me up then?” I groan into the pillow.

He presses his morning glory into my thigh in answer.

“Oh,” I laugh.

“Yeah, don’t worry this won’t take long.”

My stomach growls as he rolls off me and so does his.

“We should eat, we didn’t eat much at dinner last night.”