Burnt Rubber: Adults Only Motorcycle Club Romance: Roadrunners MC (15 page)

She pressed her hands against Six’s chest to move him away and held him at bay as he continued trying to kiss her. His hands grabbed at her hips to try and close the gap between them, but he stopped struggling the second Marion dropped to her knees. The hunger to pleasure him was strong enough to make her hand shake as she reached out to stroke on the solid outline of his fully erect cock.

“I think you’ve got it bad for me,” she teased him as she glanced up.

He said nothing as she continued to slide her fingertips along his erect length through denim then quickly loosened the buttons of his jeans. She dragged them halfway down his thighs before doing the same with his underwear. A shudder rippled through her as she saw how hard he was. His cock was twitching as the hot blood pumped through it, and she could hear how heavily he was breathing. He gasped when she lifted a hand to cup his balls and squeezed them gently. She rolled her fingers around to fondle them as she leaned forward to tease the tip of her tongue on the very base of his cock.

A glance up showed Six clenching his lips tightly together as he watched and she held eye contact as she ever so slowly traced a trail right up the center of his erection. It twitched strongly when she slid her tongue onto the slick head to savor his taste. She saw the little bead of pre-cum bubble up at the slit and quickly licked it away. It sent a shiver trickling down her spine and she quickly worked her hand up to his shaft then teased her fingers softly along it. Another bead of pre-cum appeared and she pursed her lips to brush them across the little slit.

“Fuck,” Six cursed through gritted teeth as the swell of pleasure grew in his body.

Marion liked the way his muscles tensed, and she dragged up his t-shirt to place her hand on his taut belly while she continued to brush her mouth on his erection. Six grabbed his top to pull it over his head and dropped it to the floor. His legs were already trembling and he looked up to the ceiling as his exhilaration mounted. The touch of soft lips sliding over the head of his cock made him curse again and he leaned forward to place a hand against the wall.

The way his erection throbbed in her mouth made Marion take more and she slid her lips down as far as she could. Her fingers fastened tightly around the base as she began to bob her head, and in seconds she was throwing herself into a frantic blowjob that was turning her on as much as it was her lover. She eventually brought her mouth up to the tip and gasped when Six grabbed her ponytail.

“Are you going to loosen it?” she asked.

He shook his head and she felt his grip tighten to hold her in place. A shudder rippled through her as he touched the tip of his cock on her mouth and she opened up for him. The way he eagerly fucked inside the soft, wet warmth was intoxicating, and she clamped her lips around the hardness as he worked his hips back and forward. She released all control as Six used her mouth as another hole to fuck, and she tried to stop herself from gagging. It was the first time she’d really been taken in such a way, but she was quickly finding out just how much she liked it.

When Six was finished with her mouth, she was dragged to her feet and she watched as Six kicked off his jeans and underwear. She was still fully clothed, but she didn’t expect that to last long when she saw the look in his eyes. Her arm was grabbed and she expected them to move to the bed. Instead, a strong kiss pressed on her lips to make her back up and she only stopped when her butt knocked against the waist high chest of drawers. She knew what was about to happen when her hips were grabbed.

Her squeal came out as she was easily lifted to sit on the wooden surface and they kissed again as Six’s fingers fumbled at her waist to get her jeans loosened. His urgency to get her naked took her breath, but she wanted it just as much. She slapped her hands down to lift her ass up and was nearly dragged to the floor as the denim was yanked down her legs. Her panties came down with her jeans and as both were taken off her, she clung on to the edge of the chest of drawers to stop herself falling.

Six dropped down to his knees when he was finished getting her partially naked, and she found herself completely exposed to him and at his mercy for the second time that day when her legs were spread apart. The surge of tingling desire erupted to make her gasp and she wriggled her butt right to the edge of the surface she was sitting on as her hips were grabbed. The touch of her lover’s mouth between her thighs made her groan and she groped at her breasts through the material covering them as his mouth ravaged her.

“Take the shirt off,” he ordered when he stopped to look up.

She glanced down and shuddered as Six teased the tip of his tongue along her drenched sex. Grabbing at the buttons down her front, she worked to loosen them and get her shirt off. She then yanked her bra down to reveal her naked breasts and sank her fingers into her own curves.

Six brought his gaze down as he thrust his head forward. The flare of heat sent her climbing towards an orgasm and she slid one of her hands down from her breasts to rub fingertips frantically on her clit.

The sight of her playing with herself made Six move his head back, and he watched for a few seconds before sliding his own hand to his erection. She’d never put on a masturbation show for a lover before, but couldn’t stop herself and positioned her hand so that she could dip her middle finger inside her soaked pussy. She looked down to see she was being watched intently as she began to fuck herself.

She was being a bad girl for him and loving it more than she would ever have believed. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she quickened the pace and the tension rose in her body as she brought herself closer and closer to what she now so desperately wanted. He wasn’t about to let her cum on her fingers though and eventually knocked her hand away.

She was struggling for breath when his head pulled from between her thighs and she tasted herself on his lips when he stood to kiss her. He moved his body between her thighs as their lips remained tightly locked together to grind the stiffness of his erect length against her pussy. The longing for him inside was almost unbearable, but she didn’t need to wait long for it to happen. He pushed her down to lie on her back on the wooden surface so that her ass was perched right on the very edge.

Marion knew that she was positioned at the perfect height for him to fuck her and she squealed as he grabbed her legs to easily lift them in the air. Her ankles almost ended up hooked over his shoulders as he moved forward and the back of her legs were trapped against his chest and belly. She closed her eyes as he grabbed his cock and guided the tip to her exposed opening. He was on the verge of making her his again and the tension grew as she waited for the penetration.

Six thrust his hips forward to drive inside her wet cunt and she couldn’t hold in the loud groan. He worked to grind his hips against hers and she shuddered at the way his cock pumped in and out of her. His fingers gripped her sides as he pulled her body towards him to get even deeper in her pussy, and she responded to the touch of the hardness stroking on her soft inner skin. Her body arched up from the surface of the chest of drawers and the fire burned even brighter between her thighs.

Her mouth opened wide as Six increased his frantic onslaught and his hips pumped mercilessly until she was being completely overwhelmed by the unbridled lust ravaging her body. She reached for the edge of the surface she was splayed out on and her knuckles grew white as her grip tightened. The arching of her body was getting almost painful by the time the tension broke inside her, and she couldn’t hold in the shameless moan as her orgasm erupted to rip through her naked body.

She let out gasping breaths as she squirmed and writhed in the throes of a pulsing, shuddering peak that drained every ounce of power from her until she was left lying in a limp, sweating heap. Their eyes met and she knew that it wasn’t over.

“You didn’t cum, did you?” she let out in breathless voice.

The smile flashed across his face as he moved away to pull out his erection and dragged her down from where she was lying. Her expectation was that he would now take her over to the bed, but she quickly found he wasn’t finished with the chest of drawers yet. She gasped as she was spun around, and a push on her shoulder made her lean forward over the furniture piece.

The last trembles of her orgasm were still playing on her skin when she pressed her face against the wood. Her legs shook as Six moved up close, and the touch of his erection on the silky skin of her naked ass made her close her eyes. She was about to be taken from behind and knew he would be enjoying the sight of her bent over for him. He slid his cock along the smooth crease of her ass and she groaned as the pressure of him moving forward pushed the hardness in between her cheeks. The dirty delight of the touch wasn’t lost on her, and the returning excitement grew as her rounded cheeks were then spread. The tip of his erection slid over her tight hole to bring out a strong shudder before he guided the tip right between her thighs.

Her breathing quickened as she sucked in air and she reached for the edge of the chest of drawers again to hang on as his swollen shaft slipped between her wet slit. He jammed his hips forward to smack his body on her ass as he fucked his cock all the way inside her. Her legs shook even more as he grabbed the sides of her body tightly and she knew that she was about to experience another furious onslaught.

The crashing thrusts began to hammer against her and it shook the chest of drawers even more than before. Her legs were cracked against the wood each time Six pulled himself onto her, and she could feel his fingers digging deeper in her flesh as his lust mounted. The sound of his harsh breathing grew louder as he pummeled her body from behind and their skin slapped together noisily as the sex became ever more frantic. He seemed lost to the delights of her soft body as he took his pleasure from her, and his balls tightened up against his body as he gradually lost control, until he was desperately clenching his buttocks to hold on for as long as he could.

His hands slid lower until he was grasping her hips and he clung on tightly as he thrust deeply again and again until there was no stopping the release. His loud groan preceded a powerful ejaculation as he fucked his cock all the way inside her hot, wet slit and let go. The convulsions of his body almost buckled his knees, but he held himself up as he continued to splash his seed deep inside her. Six eventually collapsed down on top of her, and she could feel the last pulsing of his erection inside her as he calmed down again.

He eventually lifted himself up and grabbed her arm to help her across to the bed. When they were lying down, Marion cuddled close as his arms wrapped around her. She felt safe in his embrace, but still knew that it was madness to be with him. They came from different worlds and it was only the dangerous situation they were in that threw them together. That wasn’t going to last, and one way or another it was going to end. She hoped that was with both of them surviving the ordeal, although there was no guarantee of that.

“What are we going to do?” she asked.

“Get some sleep,” he told her as his hand touched on her head and brushed stray hairs from her sweaty forehead.

“I meant beyond tonight,” she said.

“That’s a good question,” he replied.

She waited for him to go on and give an answer, but he remained silent as he continued to gently stroke her hair. It felt nice and she simply closed her eyes. They could worry about what they did the following morning, and she set her mind to just enjoying the tender moment they were sharing and getting some rest.

Marion awoke with a start as a hand clamped over her mouth. The jolt of initial fright died away when she saw it was Six leaning over her, but she knew something was wrong when he put a finger to his lips to show she should be quiet. She still couldn’t help herself when his hand pulled away from her face.

“What is it?” she whispered.

“Might be nothing,” he replied in a hushed voice. “But Carrie went out this morning to a nearby store to buy a newspaper and some milk. She saw a car with blacked out windows parked along the street from the house when she returned that she was sure wasn’t there when she left. Instead of coming in the front, she just kept walking and made her way around to the rear. The truck parked there allowed her to climb over the wall.”

“Shit,” Marion let out. “Do you think it’s Jake Fiori’s men?”

“It could be the Mob or the police,” he went on. “On the other hand, it could be a visitor to one of the other properties in the street. Just get up and dressed, but keep away from the windows. I don’t want to panic and run when there might be no need to, but just get ready to move if we have to.”

She nodded her head then rolled to the side of the bed. Her clothes were still strewn on the floor where they were dropped the night before and she went to retrieve them. The fear that danger was closing in on them made her shake and she dressed as quickly as she could. Six then led the way out of the bedroom and they went down the stairs.

“I’ll get the negatives,” Marion said.

“Come to the lounge after,” he told her.

They parted and she hurried along to the small bedroom that doubled as a darkroom the previous evening. The negatives were still hanging up and were now bone dry. She looked through the gear that was purchased the evening before and found the envelopes she asked for. Getting one of them out, she carefully deposited the negatives in it and sealed the flap down to keep them safe. She then hurried along the hallway to step in the lounge. It was to the sight of Crash standing at the side of the window holding a gun, which brought home the danger they might very well be in.

“Anything happen?” she asked.

“No movement,” Crash replied.

She moved around the wall to get beside him and glanced out.

“How do you know there’s anyone in the car if the windows are blacked out?” she asked.

“We don’t,” Carrie said. “Do you want to go out and check?”

“Umm… no thanks,” Marion replied.

“Then we wait to see what happens,” Six said. “That car being there is suspicious, and we can’t afford to ignore it.”

The next five minutes or so ticked past slowly and the silence was eventually broken by Crash when he saw movement.

“It’s a Fed,” he let out. “It’s a fucking Fed. I can smell it from here.”

The four of them crowded at the side of the window to get a look at the small, dark-skinned woman that got out of the car.

“She’s cute,” Carrie let out.

“She’s coming this way,” Marion said.

They watched as the woman remained on the opposite side of the street from the property as she passed by. She wasn’t making it too obvious that she was checking the place out, but there was no doubt she was. Even Marion could see the way the woman kept glancing across. She eventually walked out of sight of where they were standing.

“Go upstairs, Carrie,” Crash said. “See what she’s doing.”

Carrie hurried out of the room and the sound of her footsteps could be heard as she ran up the stairs. Marion kept watch out of the window, but there was no sign of the woman returning along the sidewalk.

“Maybe you were mistaken, Crash,” she said.

He shook his head.

“No mistake,” he told her. “You saw the way she looked across at this place. She’s with the authorities. I’ve seen enough of them to know it.”

They heard the sound of Carrie hurrying down the stairs and her voice was slightly breathless when she came rushing in the room.

“Something’s definitely not right. She walked along to the end of the street… but she’s coming back this way.”

“Time to move,” Six said decisively. “This doesn’t smell right.”

The four of them ran towards the rear exit, but Carrie stopped before they got to the door.

“We forgot the prints,” she let out. “They’re still on the kitchen table.”

“Leave them,” Marion blurted out straight away and saw the gaze of the other three come to her. She got the envelope from her pocket and held it up. “I have the negatives. We can make as many prints as we want from them.” She looked at Six. “If that woman is a Federal Agent, then leaving her the prints is the smart thing to do.”

“For all we know, she might be controlled by Jacob Fiori,” he replied.

“Yeah, but she might not be,” Marion replied. “If she gets the prints, then there’s a chance it will take the heat from you and put it squarely on Jake Fiori. It might even get him arrested while it’s investigated. Don’t you think it’s worth the risk?”

“We need to go,” Crash butted in to the conversation in a nervous voice.

“OK, leave the prints,” Six said, and the four of them quickly got moving again.

They exited the rear door and one by one climbed up on the water barrel to get over the wall. Marion watched as Six positioned the Harley at the top of the hill and they both got on before he got the vehicle moving to coast down towards the road. The truck was already parked pointing down the hill, and she glanced over her shoulder to see it silently coming down behind them.

The well placed location of the safe house let them get away from it without making too much noise, and Special Agent Dickinson wasn’t even aware that four people were making a break for it at the rear of the property as she approached the front. Her gun was drawn as she stepped up to the kitchen window and the dirty plates and beer bottles on the table were a sign that the place might very well be occupied. That didn’t mean the man she was after was inside, but she was fully alert as she moved all the way around to the rear of the building.

She glanced in each window she passed, but there was no indication of anyone, and when she got to a door she tried the handle. To her surprise, she found it was unlocked and opened it as quietly as she could. The odor hit her as soon as she entered and she wrinkled her nose at the acrid smell of chemicals; she wondered if she had just walked into a meth lab. She stood for a few seconds just to listen, but the place was deathly quiet. The smell got stronger as she neared a door and she cautiously opened it to find herself staring inside a small bedroom. She flicked the light switch to get a better look and the first thought that came in her head was drugs, but the equipment she saw when she stepped further in the room didn’t appear to be anything she recognized as narcotics paraphernalia.

A glance around showed there was no one there, so Angela moved on to the rest of the property. As far as she could make out, it was empty, and she finished by going in the kitchen. The plates and bottles littering the table were an indication that the safe house had been in use recently, and when she walked across to look at the food in a pot on the stove, she reckoned that was probably in the last day or two. There was no way of knowing if that was by the man she was hunting though. A thought came to her when she saw the prints sitting at the edge of the table.

“A darkroom,” she let out under her breath. “That was the chemical smell.”

She moved to pick up the pictures and it hit her straight away that she was in the right place and that Andy ‘Six’ Carter definitely had been there. Her eyes opened wider as she looked at the images, and she knew that her first instincts about the murder scene being a set up were likely true.

“Jake Fiori,” she said as she looked closer at the photos.

She didn’t recognize the man being struck by the knife in the pictures, but she would have bet any money that he was killed in an alley off Hooper Boulevard. The date and time stamp caught her attention and she knew she was right. It was correct for the day of the murder. Her enthusiasm was tempered when her natural suspiciousness kicked in straight after, so she studied the photos more closely, but there was no way of knowing if they were faked. She knew the wonders that could be done on a computer, but the darkroom set up in the bedroom suggested that the prints she was looking at were made from film negatives rather than using a digital camera.

She walked to the small room for a more thorough look around, but there was nothing other than the equipment she guessed was used for developing the film and preparing the prints. Returning to the kitchen, she sat down at the table and looked through the images again. If they were genuine, then they were solid evidence that it was Jake Fiori and not Andy Carter that was guilty of a murder.

When Angela got up, she walked around the property to make a more thorough search of the place. She didn’t find anything that she considered important, but she already knew what she needed to do. Leaving the property through the rear exit, she returned to her car and got in. She was quick to get the vehicle started and made her way towards the larger town she passed on her way to the Mossyrock that morning. When she got there she toured around until she found what she was looking for. She walked inside the library and up to the main reception desk.

“Do you have a photocopier and fax machine I can use?” she asked the lady behind the counter

“We do,” the woman answered. “If you give me the details of what you want, I can arrange to have it done.”

Angela pulled out her badge to show that she was a federal agent.

“This is something I really need to do myself,” she said.

“Certainly, Special Agent Dickinson,” the woman said as she read the name on the badge.

Angela was shown where the equipment was and made sure no one was watching as she copied a couple of the prints that clearly showed Jake Fiori in the act of swinging the blade and knifing the man. She then made her way to the fax machine. Getting out her phone, she found the number she wanted, dialed it then asked for the person she wanted.

“Detective Allan speaking,” the voice on the other end of the line said when the transfer was completed.

“It’s Special Agent Dickinson,” Angela started. “We met…”

“I remember,” he cut in. “What do you want?”

“Do you have a fax nearby?” Angela went on.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Then give me the number and get over to it. I want you to be the one that pulls what I’m about to send out of the machine.”

“What is it?” Detective Allan asked.

“Something that might help a murder investigation,” Angela answered.

“Hold on,” he said.

The line went silent for a few seconds before Detective Allan’s voice sounded in her ear again. He gave her the number and she immediately dialed it in the fax machine she was standing beside to send the images. Thirty seconds later she heard his whistle coming down the line.

“Where the hell did you get these?” he asked.

“I got some information on Roadrunners’ safe houses and struck lucky with the first one I visited,” Angela told him.

“You caught Andy Carter?”

“No,” she went on. “The occupants were gone, but they left something interesting on the kitchen table. You’re looking at some of it now, and it seems to paint a different picture with regard to the murder you’re investigating.”

“How many photos are there?”

“Seven in all,” Angela replied. “But three in particular reveal Jake Fiori in the act of slashing the victim’s throat. The date stamp tallies with the day of the murder and I’m assuming the time will be accurate too.”