Burning Down the House (Skull Crackers Motorcycle Club) (2 page)

“So did you really junk your Jeep?” that smooth, rich voice said from behind her.

Startled, she jerked upright, hit her neck on the car door frame, and released a squeal of pain.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he helped her back out of the car, his hands securely grasping her waist.

Flames of excitement swept through her. She’d never had such a reaction to a man, not even Jake. Who was this man who could bring such feelings to her? Jake, Jake, Jake. She had to remember him, to stay faithful to him no matter what.

“No problem,” she replied as she turned toward him. “Is that your motorcycle?”

“Mine’s over there,” he replied, pointing across the parking lot.

Her gaze followed his bare, muscular arm to his long fingers and beyond to view the only motorcycle parked across the lot. Oh, how she wished he would just embrace her with those arms! Forcing herself to look back at him, she noticed he was wearing a black T-shirt that was too tight for his body. His pecs strained at the shirt, but his stomach was flat underneath. A large metal buckle with a picture of a skull between two large fists adorned his waist. She dared to look a little lower to his crotch where she discovered that he must be well-endowed.

Inhaling deeply, she turned her gaze to his face and those beautiful blue eyes. To her surprise, he was blushing. Obviously, he knew what she’d been looking at. Her face heated with her own embarrassment.

“Would you like a better look at it?” He asked.

Her face heated in embarrassment. Had he seen where she was looking? Did he want to show her what was hidden in his jeans? The biker placed his hand in the middle of her back and escorted her to the dark, electric blue motorcycle with two seats on it, the one in the back just a bit higher than front one. Ah, a motorcycle built for two. She’d heard rumors of how much fun riding could be for a woman, how physically exciting it could be. Did she dare ask this stranger with the evil-sounding logo on his jacket for a ride?

“I love the color.” She gazed up at him. How tall was he? Maybe six-two? What would it be like to kiss a man who had to bend over to do so? Jake was only an inch taller than she was. “By the way, my name is Melanie. What’s yours?”

“Danny Weston.”

“If you don’t mind my saying so, you don’t look like a Danny.”

He smiled, showing off his perfectly straight, white teeth. “I get that a lot. Would you like to take a ride?”

As much as Melanie wanted to agree, her internal good girl wouldn’t let her. If it were just her, she wouldn’t hesitate. Then again, the only way Jake would know is if she herself told him. Then it dawned on her that with a two-seat motorcycle, Danny might have a significant other. To calm her concerns, she asked, “Are you married?”

“Not anymore.”

“Do you have a fiancé or a serious girlfriend?”

“Neither.”

“Then, yeah, I’d like a ride.”

“Wait here while I get a couple of things from my room. We need helmets at the very least.”

In only a few minutes, Danny returned to the bike with two helmets and a bundle that he attached to the back of his bike with bungee cables. After donning their helmets, they mounted the bike, and Danny revved the motor. The bike shimmied between her legs. No wonder women liked riding motorcycles; the feeling was incredible.

“Where do you want to go?” Danny shouted over the noise.

“How about to my house that’s being built.”

My house?
She thought as they headed out of the parking lot in the correct direction. Why had she said that? It was the first time in all the months they’d been planning and building it that she’d considered it
her
house. It had always been
our
house.

Once they reached the spot where Danny had stopped to see if she needed assistance, he began asking for directions. The entire trip she clung to him as though her life depended on it. She was actually afraid that, if she let go, she would fall off the bike. The turns were the hardest because it felt as though they would scrape the concrete of the road. Still, there was an exhilaration associated with both the wind in her face and the excitement the engine caused between her legs.

They arrived at the house much sooner than she had wanted. When they got off the bike, Danny carefully walked it around to the side of the house where the garage was. He put it into the garage and returned to her side before either spoke again.

“Why did you park your motorcycle in the garage?” She asked, absently wondering how soft his blond hair was. No! She had to remember Jake.

“Don’t want to be disturbed while we tour your house. It seems pretty big. You must have a good job.”

“I got an inheritance from my dad when he died. Mom’s in a nursing home, but before she went in, she signed all of her money over to me and told me to use it for myself, not for her care.”

Every word was true, but Melanie had no idea why she said it. She actually was using the money for her mother’s care, but her mother would never know. Her mother had Alzheimer’s and barely knew who her only child was anymore.

“How about that tour now?” He asked.

All of a sudden, Melanie exploded with anxiety. There could be no other reason than to hide his motorcycle than keeping his gang members at bay while they had a tryst here in her house. At least, none that she could think of.

Inside the shell of a house, Melanie showed him the first floor, pointing out which rooms were which. Then they mounted the rickety, temporary stairs to the second floor. Almost to the top, Melanie lost her footing. Danny caught her before she could fall and drew her against his body.

His hard body braced her; his hand slid from her stomach upward to just under her breast. Her sleeveless, knit shirt moved with his hand, exposing her midriff. His other hand, cool against her skin, slid across her stomach from the waistband of her jeans to the opposite side of her waist. To hell with Jake! He had abandoned her once too often.

“Are you okay?” He asked quietly in her ear.

Her reply came out in a husky tone filled with lust. “Oh, yeah!”

He turned her until they were face to face. “You have the shiniest black hair I’ve ever seen.” His hands slid into her thick locks. “And I’ve never seen such dark brown eyes on anybody other than a black person.” One of his long thumbs came to rest on her lips. “Do you have any idea …”

“… how much you want me? As much as I want you,” she whispered hotly. “Just kiss me.”

Even as his lips captured hers, she threw her arms around his neck. Her fingers slid into his wavy blond hair. It was just as soft as she’d imagined. The heat in his embrace intensified. Jake had never kissed her like
this
. This was demanding, while at the same time gentle. His lips were soft, yet they ground hungrily against hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth to connect with hers and burned a desire into her like she’d never before felt.

His hands clasped her buttocks and squeezed. Then they moved to her upper thighs, and he lifted her from the step. Her crotch caressed his lower abdomen, and her legs wrapped around his waist. Oh, yes! This was what she’d literally been dreaming of since their first encounter. He carried her up the last three steps to the second story. As he stooped to the floor, not once breaking his bewitching kiss, he grasped the back of her head and laid her on the floor. It was dirty, and she knew that in passing; but she didn’t care like she normally would. A dirty act deserved a dirty floor. She wanted to do this more than anything.

Her body was already primed from the vibrations of the motorcycle engine. All they needed to do was disrobe. She wanted to hurry, but obviously he didn’t because he slid his hands under her knit shirt and pushed it upward, over her satin-covered breasts. His hands covered her pliant, moderately sized mounds; his thumb massaged the nipple, already hardened in excitement. It felt
so
good.

Unable to stop herself, she pushed her hips up against him and began to move in a rhythmic motion. Her desire grew when he lay upon her. His tongue still explored her mouth, as though searching for that hidden place that would change her life forever. She moaned into his mouth, so glad to have this wanted intruder invading her space that she couldn’t help herself.

He repositioned himself, pressing his thigh against her covered womanhood. She could feel his maleness against her thigh. It felt incredible to know that she excited him to such an extent. But she wanted more. The heat in her grew higher as he moved his leg between hers. Her body took over her mind completely as he added pressure to her …

Then something happened that she’d never experienced before. Her very core exploded in a ravaging, pulsating release as she ripped her lips from his to cry out in joy.

She thought that everything was already over, but she was wrong. Instead of backing off her, Danny repositioned himself and began to undress her as he kissed his way down from her chin and passed her throat. Her shirt came off over her head. He nuzzled his way lower as he slid his hands under her and unhooked her bra. Her breasts now free, he slid his tongue across her mound to her nipple, where he circled her areola several times at the same time completely removing her bra.

Her moan of pleasure echoed in the stark house, and she thrust her fingers into his hair. She gently pushed his head closer to her body. Danny took her silent cue without hesitation. He suckled gently on her nipple, drawing forth another moan that she couldn’t restrain.

His hands moved down her stomach to the waistband of her jeans, where he unbuttoned them and languidly slid them over her hips as she raised them from the floor to accommodate his actions. His lips moved again, lower and lower as he slid her jeans to her knees. Then he stopped momentarily to lick, just once, the crevice between her legs.

“Oh … my … God!” She breathed.

Suddenly, he sat up on his knees and jerked her pants from her body. Her sandals went flying as he did so.

Melanie watched in awe as he stripped the T-shirt over his head. His ripped abs caught her attention for only a moment as the shirt revealed the remainder of his torso. His pecs flexed when he tossed the T-shirt aside; his biceps bulged as he unbuckled his belt. Her gaze went to his waistband. She could hardly wait until he revealed himself to her.

Then he did just that. After unzipping his black jeans, he pushed them violently to his knees. His manhood danced with excitement. Melanie wanted it inside her; she wanted to feel him …

The thought left her, and she instinctively reached out to him, encircling his excited organ with her fingers. Granted, she hadn’t been with a lot of men, but she’d never seen a penis as large as his. It felt so good to have it in her hand! It had to feel even better inside her.

Unwilling to wait a moment longer, she gently tugged him toward her opening. She taunted him by making sure he barely touched her excitement as she moved her hips against the tip.

Danny threw his head back and released a groan. Then he took control, removing her hand and holding it and her other hand against the floor by her head. Finally, he thrust into her, not hard, but with a gentle force that made Melanie wanted to grab his buttocks.

His lips blocked the cry of excitement that nearly burst from her. They devoured her lips as he moved inside her with long, slow strokes, never completely leaving her body. It felt as though his manhood touched her belly button, but it didn’t hurt her. Instead, she ground against him every time he filled her. Then, as though they were one, they increased the intensity of their movements. The entire world centered in her vagina; her body writhed beneath his as he ground into her relentlessly. At last, as Danny thrust into her again, his body hit a spot she didn’t know she had, and her ability to control her movements vanished in that instant. She held his buttocks in place and didn’t let him move, as her body convulsed with an explosive orgasm unlike any she’d ever experienced.

It seemed as though he pushed into her even farther, and he released a loud, masculine groan only moments before he collapsed onto her. Melanie let him stay there for several minutes, delighting in the feel of his organ shrinking inside her. When they naturally parted, he rolled onto his back with a heavy sigh.