Biker's Secret (2 page)

“And all this means what exactly?” was Miriam’s hostile reply, “that we’re even?”

“It means I’ve been pulling all kinds of strings behind the scenes to keep you and Emily safe for the past four years.”

Brad paused to let his words sink in as Miriam weighed the truth of what he’d said.

“If any of what you’ve just said is true,” said Miriam, this time in a calmer voice, “then you’re jeopardizing all you’re ‘hard work’ just by being here.”

“I’m offering you a way out of all this,” explained Brad, “go into witness protection and start over with new identities for you and Emily.”

“What?!” exclaimed Miriam in disbelief, “why the hell would I uproot my daughter and I on the word of some two-faced Fed? In fact, just you being in this house puts us both in danger. Get the fuck out, now!”

Brad didn’t reply. He had turned to acknowledge the other occupant of the house.

“I can’t sleep.” said Emily, rubbing her tired eyes.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” said Miriam, feeling guilty for waking her daughter as she scooped her up carried her back to her room, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Who’s that?” Emily asked, peering over Miriam’s shoulder and pointing at Brad.

“Nobody.” replied Miriam, dismissing her daughter’s question.

“Hi ‘nobody’!” Emily waved to the stranger. Brad smiled and waved back as Miriam put Emily back to bed. After shutting the door to Emily’s bedroom, she turned back to Brad looking angrier than before.

“Don’t you dare say another word to her, or come near either of us ever again.” Miriam hissed, keeping her voice low so as not to disturb Emily.

“I knew you wouldn’t last a week in prison,” continued Brad, ignoring Miriam’s demands, “and I knew what the other Seraphim would do to you if they suspected you had a hand in the raid that put them out of the gun-running business. So I crafted rumors that it was the result of a tipoff from one of the Seraphim’s smaller rivals. I wound you up in the bar so you’d believe it, and spent four years maintaining that fiction so you and our daughter could be safe; but I don’t know how long I can keep it up.”

“What makes you think she’s yours?” said Miriam, opting to barb Brad and aim low.

“Because of the night we spent together.” Brad responded, stepping casually into Miriam’s personal space.

“You seem pretty certain,” said Miriam, backing away towards the wall, “given that it was only a one time affair.”

“Plus, she has my eyes.” Brad pointed out*, continuing to advance towards Miriam.

“I had a boyfriend before you killed him.”

“You’re just saying that to needle me.” answered Brad, remaining totally unfazed as he finally got Miriam up against the wall.

“No shit,” Miriam hissed back in increasingly nervous frustration, “for the hundredth time, get the fuck out of my house!”

Brad leaned forward and tried to kiss Miriam. She pulled back defensively and grabbed his crotch, making Brad freeze.

“Please don’t make me squeeze.” whispered Miriam, genuinely not wanting to.

The bulge in her hand was pretty sizeable, and she could feel it growing as she held it. The feeling brought up involuntary memories of the times she’d gone to bed with him, including the night Emily had been conceived. Brad leaned forward again, more slowly this time, trying to kiss Miriam a second time.

“Don’t…” Miriam murmured half-heartedly.

Brad’s lips made contact with hers for a fraction of a second before pulling back again, leaving Miriam hungry for more in spite of herself. Her heart was starting to race now. She still hated Brad for what he’d put her through, but she didn’t have to like him to be physically attracted to him. She’d been fantasizing about him barely a quarter of an hour before. Just having him this close to her was making her pussy start to moisten again.

Miriam wrestled with her conflicting needs and urges as Brad silently towered over her. Every second an ATF agent was in her house increased the risk of discovery by her fellow Seraphim; and it would be ten times worse if she spread her legs for him. It was one thing to engage in such a forbidden coupling when it was only herself she had to worry about. It was entirely another to risk her three year old child’s life for her own gratification.

However, since Brad didn’t seem to want to go, maybe there was a way to make him leave and satisfy the growing need in her belly. Miriam leaned in towards Brad, brushing her lips against his neck on her way to his ear.

“I’ll let you fuck me if you promise to leave.” Miriam whispered.

“You’re not some whore to be bought and thrown away.” replied Brad, whilst reaching both hands around behind Miriam’s waist to pull her in closer.

“I’m glad you think so,” Miriam retorted sarcastically, “but it didn’t stop me whoring myself out to you four years ago.”

“And just look how that turned out.” answered Brad. Miriam’s response to that was a swift punch to the stomach.

“Fuck you, you son of a bitch!” Miriam hissed angrily.

“I remember when you said those exact words 16 years ago,” said Brad with a smile, unfazed by the punch, “and my mother was standing right behind you.”

The memory was still enough to bring a flush of red embarrassment to Miriam’s face.

“Damn it, Brad; either fuck me or get out of my house.”

Brad went for the first option, sweeping Miriam up into his arms. Miriam suppressed a yelp so as not to wake Emily, and wrapped her arms around Brad’s neck for extra support.

“End of the hall.” Miriam instructed him.

Brad carried Miriam to her bedroom and shut the door, dropping her on top of the bed, and stripping off his shirt. His torso could have been etched in stone, with pectorals and six-pack clearly defined, and rippling through his skin.

Miriam’s sexual instincts were burning for release, and became too much for her to resist. She pulled off her shirt and let Brad aggressively tug at her sweat pants, yanking them off to leave only her panties. Brad pulled down his pants and underwear, and crawled onto the bed, parking himself between her spread thighs.

Miriam was positively dripping wet by this point. Brad’s cock was stiff as a ship’s mast, and she stared, open-mouthed with lust, at the cyclopean cum-hole at its tip. His sack was actually too big to fit in her hand, filled to the brim with the genes that had given Emily life. Brad was a man in his prime, and he still sent shivers of sexual excitement crawling up and down Miriam’s spine just by threatening to touch skin with her.

Brad grabbed Miriam’s panties and yanked them down her legs with Miriam eagerly helping him. Now her womanhood was exposed and vulnerable, and Miriam reflexively arched her back for her assailant, eager to be filled by him. Brad was happy to oblige, taking a hold of his manhood and sliding into her.

Miriam gasped through gritted teeth as Brad’s thick rod penetrated her to the hilt, arching her back as much as she could to allow him deep inside her. The tip of his cock touched her cervix and he held himself inside her, savoring the sensation of being buried up to the crotch in female flesh. His initial thrusting was slow but deliberate, with latent power behind each inward stroke. Miriam’s love-canal was already well lubricated, and Brad’s masculine rod moved smoothly and effortlessly inside her.

Once again, Miriam was betraying her fellow Seraphim by allowing a Fed inside her body as well as her home. This time it was worse. Four years ago, she’d been prepared to sleep with Brad in order to double-cross him and escape federal custody. This time, she couldn’t pretend to herself that this was for the good of the club. She was allowing the same federal agent that had murdered the Seraphim’s leader to make a whore out of her, again; and all because she had finally succumbed to the base urges he inspired in her. In her defense, it had been four years since she’d last had sex; raising a daughter was more important than getting laid. But in that time, she’d been left hungry for the kind of passion that only the opposite sex could fulfill; and in her experience, no one could fulfill it the way Brad did.

Brad’s thrusting began to accelerate, making Miriam release stifled moans as he repeatedly filled her. Miriam wrapped her arms around Brad’s neck and shoulders, holding this alpha close to her, desperate to be mated by him. Everything about the coupling was exquisite, from the feeling of his manhood driving into her most intimate passageway, to the sensation of his skin rubbing against hers as he moved inside her, to the sparks of pleasure dancing in the base of her belly that grew more intense with each successive stroke.

As Brad’s strokes grew more aggressive, the fire in Miriam’s belly grew. Each inward thrust sent a new wave of pleasure shooting up her spine from her pussy, making her nerves tingle. Half remembering how risky and treacherous this mating was, she tried to compensate by trying to quell the ecstasy rising inside her body, suppressing it with what little will she had left. But Brad was having none of it, and he squeezed her shoulders to hold her in place as he drove his sex-rod home ever harder.

The orgasmic fire became too much for Miriam to quench, and it blazed into a bonfire inside of her, setting her nerves alight. She squealed in ecstasy and gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his back in animalistic lust. Brad continued to thrust, spurred on by Miriam’s pleasure and determined to possess her in the most fundamental way.

Suddenly, Brad pulled out of Miriam, unceremoniously flipped her over, and forced her head down with one hand while using the other to guide his cock back into her slick cunt. Miriam gasped again as Brad mounted her a second time, like a stallion mounting a mare in heat. This position excited her even more, pinned on her stomach beneath the imprisoning weight of such a virile man, captive to his all consuming urge to breed. She spread her thighs as wide as she could on the bed as Brad ground his crotch into her with increasing ferocity, charging at full speed towards his own climax.%

As Miriam thrust her ass back at Brad in response to his fucking motions, she stretched out her hands reflexively and found something metallic under her pillow. It was the switchblade she hid under the covers for emergencies. For a brief moment she was transported out of the amorous fugue that had clouded her mind and back to the real world consequences of what she was doing. Even as Brad continued to plow her like the whore she had become, Miriam was reminded of what a deceitful act she was performing by mating with an ATF agent, and couldn’t bear to picture what might happen to her or Emily if the Speeding Seraphim found out.

Admittedly, however, the fact that she was taking such a risk by allowing such a dangerous person to fuck her was part of what made it so pleasurable. Her mother had never approved of Brad--her first ever boyfriend--and losing her virginity to a man she’d been forbidden to see had made it that much more exciting. After Brad had left for college, hooking up with the leader of the dangerous criminal gang that had taken her in had been even more adventurous. By the time Brad had reentered her life, working for an organization devoted to hunting down her new family, the forbidden act of sleeping with the enemy had been almost impossible to resist. But it was altogether different this time. She had given birth to the enemy’s child in the meantime, and was risking two lives by sleeping with him again. That was an unacceptably selfish risk that she’d impulsively decided to take anyway.

And yet she could still rectify her mistake with that knife. As awkward as the motion would be to execute, one swift move at his neck and it would be done. Much quieter than a bullet, and she could still clean up and call the Seraphim to explain what had happened, or at least a modified version of what had happened.

But was she really prepared to murder the father of her daughter in such cold blood? Murdering a federal agent couldn’t be in the best interests of the club; and if Brad had been telling the truth, it was his actions that had kept her out of prison and safe from the suspicions of her fellow bikers. Killing him was no way to repay him for keeping her safe and free, and wouldn’t do anything to keep her that way.

Brad’s climax ended Miriam’s guilt ridden deliberations as he let loose a virile snarl of ecstasy and drove himself as deep into her pussy as possible. Miriam was plunged back into the sexual passion of the moment as she felt the head of Brad’s penis touch the tip of her cervix and let loose his masculine payload into her once again. One sticky jet of molten man-seed after another erupted into her feminine depths, sending shivers of pleasure fluttering throughout her body.

The thoroughly sated Brad leaned down and planted his lips on Miriam’s neck, reveling in the still cooling fires of his lust. Miriam craned her neck around and made contact with his lips, hungrily kissing him back, and quietly letting go of the hidden switchblade. The act was complete, and her chance to commit a murder she would almost certainly have regretted silently slipped away.

Without withdrawing from her, Brad lowered himself down on top of Miriam and rested his broad torso on her back, caressing her shoulders as he did so. Miriam snuggled into his embrace and made herself comfortable, still pondering what to do with the man inside her. She couldn’t have another child, not without drawing notice from everyone she knew; she’d need to get a morning-after pill from the drugstore. But Brad was a more vexing problem.

“She is yours by the way.” Miriam murmured to Brad.

“I know,” Brad whispered back, “I wouldn’t have pulled so many strings to keep someone else’s daughter safe.”