Disciple: Knights Disciples MC (24 page)

When her climax peaked and ebbed, Will brushed her hair back, managing a sane communication before tumbling into a wild orgasm himself. “It does that. We’re fine,” he said before his eyes rolled slightly upward. The ultimate pleasure had taken him.

Will pumped into Laura. Even though she had already found her pleasure, the way he felt as he drove into her was pure honey. The elevator rocked some but Laura trusted what he said:  they were safe.

After they recovered from their intense passion and returned to sanity, Laura resumed her cold-shoulder to him. He tolerated it long enough for them to change clothes for their ride up the coast to a place called Dana Point. It was difficult for Laura to accept just leaving Lucas to contend with Becky. 

Will texted the Disciples at the club that Lucas was officially alone and that he was on the road with Laura. Will and Laura would be out of pocket for the next few hours. The fact that she could not be in touch with her baby brother gnawed at the pit of her stomach.

CHAPTER FIFTY ONE

The weather was as it had been the past few days: absolutely perfect. But each time that Laura stepped out into it, it was an amazing experience. A generous sun warmed her entire body. The sun heat was soothing through the cotton fabric of her clothing.

Laura straddled the back seat of the motorcycle like a pro now. Each and every time, however, Will took hold of her thighs and drew them up close to fit him perfectly. To her, it felt like he was claiming her, or reclaiming her. It was always a good moment. Despite high drama and hot tempers, they belonged together.

Will situated her arms around his hard body so she was secure and off he went. He coasted the bike to the street from the drive before accelerating. He zipped it up the Coast Highway towards their destination, about an hour away.  Dana Point. It was hot the way he told her where they were going. With the discovery that there were spies among them, he whispered everything directly into her ear, making an erotic game of it. It was tough for him to get the syllables out.  She would burst out laughing from the ticklishness of the heat of his breath in her ear. Or she would moan from the sheer erogenous effect of it. He was merciless to her suffered arousal.

When he managed to communicate an entire sentence, he cut her off. “Let’s go,” he said. And he left her in a worked-up state to dress and mount the motorcycle.

The route Will took them up to Dana Point was all along the ocean. The ocean didn’t change much, but Laura never tired at looking at it. The smell of it, the roar of it, the beauty of it, heightened Laura’s senses and made the feelings she felt for Will that much more acute. Hell could be about to crash around them with Marauders fast on their trail, but all she cared about was the two of them and their moment together.

It was just about an hour’s ride to the Blue Lantern Inn at Dana Point. It was a sweet, bramble-climbing cottage with generous balconies that overlooked the sea. When she got off the bike, her skin was tendered at her T-shirt sleeves. Despite the sunscreen, she was sunburned.  She caught a glimpse of herself in the big picture windows as she and Will walked to the entrance of the Blue Lantern. She had white-blonde curls and mirrored shades. For a split second, it looked like someone else was checking into the Inn with Will.

The hostess showed them their room and gave them a brief tour around to make sure they knew where everything was and how it worked. When they were alone, they changed quickly into bathing suits.

Only to get right back out of them. Laura figured out the logistics of her string bikini while freshening up in the massive bathroom. She had her towel wrapped around and stepped out to join Will. Without a word, he took hold of her towel and opened it up for a reveal. 

Laura smiled. It was a wonder what the littlest bit of fabric did for a man. He had seen her naked a thousand times. She marveled at the delight he took in looking at her body. The slightest variation – for a bra and panties are not too much more or less than a bathing suit – and he was completely enraptured. 

And that was okay with her. She was all too happy to be the recipient of the rush of passion that overtook him and was now enveloping her. He growled, surged with attraction as he took her into his big hands. He quickly wrecked the careful placement of the scant triangles over her vulnerable flesh. Laura’s breasts gently dropped from their containment. Will’s fingers slid beneath the bikini bottoms to find her hot, wet center. She was so ready from the teasing that occurred before they had left and the ride itself that it didn’t take much for her to be on the path to ecstasy.

A few thrusts against the pressure of his knowing fingers and Laura was clenching wildly against him. Will slid aside the fabric barriers and thrust inside of her. It was a quick and sweet union. He filled her completely as her body convulsed around him. It was blissful agony that paralyzed her with utter contentment. It was the most exquisite experience she had ever known. Will pounded again and again to find his own roaring climax, which he so powerfully crashed into, exploding and trembling like a mighty wave against her shores.

“My God,” he exclaimed as he braced her, letting their pleasure ebb slowly over them in delicious rhythm. He kissed her hard and quick, and guided her down to the pool, which, the hostess explained, was heated.

Will and Laura had the pool to themselves. As they lay back on their own chaises, Will reached over and took Laura’s hand. He toyed with her, stroking her palm, softly – agitating it with his fingernails, lightly. It was sweet and erotic. The baking light of the sun on her belly helped along the aphrodisiacal qualities of his touching. Laura wanted sex with him again.

The hostess appeared with a tray of mineral water flavored with slices of citrus. They were refreshing with just the right hint of sweetness. As soon as the hostess was out of sight, Will butted his chaise up next to hers. He took her drink from her and directed the straw to her mouth, as though he were feeding her.

The act of his putting a straw in her mouth was intensely, almost unbearably erotic. She could not draw on the straw for she had to suck in her breath. 

“What’s the matter?” he asked, his voice as sweet as honey.

The only response she could give him was to look longingly into his eyes and breathe hard.

“Mmm,” he replied, his gaze so wolf-like and just plain hot.  “What shall we do about this?” Will glanced around, specifically at the pool. She knew he was looking for opportunity to bring this burst of passion full circle. “Wanna see how warm that water is?” he asked her.

“Yeah,” she could barely manage.

He worked the straw suggestively between her lips.  “Yeah?” he asked her.

She gripped the straw, taking control and aimed to give him back some of his own medicine.  She raked her tongue up and down the length of it, just enough to give him ideas. She looked at him with big cow eyes while she worked her tongue. “Yes please,” she lisped.

“Oh my god, you’re going to do me in,” he muttered.

“I am going to do you,” she said wickedly. Laura rolled off of the chaise and sashayed slowly to the pool edge so Will could absorb the view of her body. She deliberately hesitated from diving in, to torment him fully.

“You better get in that water,” he said deep and low, agony in his voice. “Before I turn into a caveman.”

“Cavemen can’t swim,” she cooed.

“I don’t plan to swim,” he fired back.

In perfect form, Laura dove into the water.  It was just the right temperature, not shockingly cool and not too hot. While she was still under the surface, she heard the crash of Will’s dive, following in after her.

His warm, solid body grazed hers and instinctively, she rolled on to her back while suspended in the water, and opened her legs to him.  She wrapped herself around his magnificent form and drew him to her center. They both came up for air.

Will kissed her hungrily. His tongue against hers was somehow masterful and commanding.  He swept her mouth so completely inside, Laura thought she might melt into the water, but he braced her body possessively. Laura could feel his formidable erection pressing directly between her legs. It agitated her aroused center without mercy. The floating sensation, the heat of the water, the pure arousal, and the fact that she had recently been pleasured combined to deliver the promise of a powerful orgasm.

She reached between them and placed his cock inside her. He was so powerful, he managed to work her body up and down on him but not as effectively had they been on solid ground.  He kicked, while still joined, to steer them over to the shallow end, to the graduated stairs. 

The impact of Laura’s back tapping the first step was enough to set her off. Involuntarily her body spasmed into one of the sweetest climaxes ever. Will buried his face in the base of her neck and came with her. The two of them quivered in the warm weather, done in by their own intense chemistry.

As discrete as they tried to be, anyone looking on would know exactly what they were doing. Despite using each other to muffle their wails of passion, Laura was certain they were heard. The thought colored her face briefly. A wonderfully timed, gentle ocean breeze drifted by and cooled her.

Will withdrew. He turned her over and lifted her up without explanation.

Laura thought he was playing.  “What are you doing?” she shrieked.

He lowered her. “I am seeing how badly you were skinned. Not sure I was thinking too clearly just now.” He pulled her back against him and whispered in her ear.  “But my, that was so tasty,” he murmured.

He rose from the pool to get them each a raft and they floated around the pool long enough to take deep, restorative naps.  Laura was definitely baked when they awoke. 

“Come,” Will urged her. 

They went up to their rooms and showered off.

Will laid her on the bed, atop a sheet towel and slathered her with a rich, coconut-scented lotion. He worked her body in sections, massaging her clear through the muscles. The effect was intoxicating. She felt as though she had been drugged for she was half in and out of consciousness. She imagined that it was years now of stress oozing from each and every cell.

“The Knights’ Disciples are coming up here. They’ll be here for dinner.”

“So Lucas will be here by dinner?” Laura clarified. Will remained silent. “He will be here by dinner, won’t he? He’s coming, too?”

“I don’t want to get into the details but, no, he won’t be coming along,” answered Will.

Without thinking, Laura was off of the bed and in a fighting stance. She was naked as the day she was born, but she didn’t give a thought to how she must look. She was furious. “What the hell? You guys are ditching my little brother? I thought he was a Knights’ Disciple.”

“He isn’t a Disciple,” Will dismissed.

That killed her. She was unspeakably frustrated that some motorcycle club code, which she was finding stupid at the moment, was standing in the way of her brother’s safety. She dashed for her street clothes.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I am going to go be with him,” she announced.

“You’re not,” he answered.

Laura fumbled for her phone. She was going to call him. Will wrestled the phone away from her.

Laura thought she would explode. “You jerk! I have a right to call him! My God! Is there no end to your micro-managing?”

Will raised an eyebrow. “Laura, we have a plan. Trust us.”

“No. Your stupid plan may get him killed. I want to be with him,” she demanded even though, now with his standing over her, nearly a foot taller than her and twice her weight, she knew it was a losing battle.  “What about Detective Vasquez? Why don’t you let the police handle this? Let’s go get Lucas and we can find another place.” Will was silent as he removed the battery from her cell phone and gave her back the shell.  “I could really slap you right now,” she said. 

“I am sorry. It’s for your own good. Now if you have to, go sit by the pool and do your best to relax,” he said.

“I am never fucking you again,” she said with her arms folded over her chest.

“Real mature,” he replied.  “And we’ll see about that.”

Laura began to cry. “Why are you coming here?  Are the Marauders hot on your trail?”

Will, who was now getting dressed, was reluctant but he answered. “Something like that.”

“But they are going to get him,” she pleaded softly.

“No,” he said.  He sighed a heavy sighed and continued. “They won’t. They think he is up here with us. He is safe where he is. You’re the one who is in danger.”

“Me?” she demanded with a rush of fear.

“Don’t worry. We’ll handle them, but we let Becky and the neighbor think we are all coming up here ‘where they’ll never find us.’ If you note, the owner of the Inn is gone. She left.  We made her a deal. In about one hour, this place is going to be crawling with Knights’ Disciples. And in about two hours, there will be Marauders looking for Lucas and,” he stopped mid-sentence.