Falling For Crazy (Moroad Motorcycle Club) (28 page)

She moved her hips backward and forward, and around, grinding against him. His body warmed, and his breath came heavy. He held on to her waist, guiding her faster. Practically lifting her off him, he plunged her back down.

She gasped. Her reaction squeezed him. His ball sac tightened, pleasure swirling around the base of his cock.

Her breasts jiggled in front of him. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, then focused on the other one. Pulling back, he grunted in urgency. He was going to fucking spill.

She leaned over and skimmed her lips over his mouth. "Like?"

"Fuck, yeah," he said on an exhale.

"Me, too." She stuck her tongue in his mouth.

He fought for position and thrust his tongue back into her mouth, mimicking his cock sliding in and out of her sex. He wanted every part of her body. She was his.

She moaned. He gripped her thighs, holding on. Her pussy so damn tight, his cock ached for release.

She rode faster, forward—down—backward—up in the perfect rhythm, feeding off his need for her. He bit down on her bottom lip.

She pulled away. Lust filled her gaze, and she gave him more when she moaned his name.

His hips jerked, pushing up, pulling her down. He was going to have a fucking heart attack. "That's it. Right there. Keep going."

Her body vibrated. Her legs trembled. Her hands desperately grasped his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin bringing him more pleasure. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he strained to hold on. His cock pulsed, grew, lengthened.

Her body leaned back and went rigid. He gripped her hips, holding her down when she came, taking everything she handed him. He roared as her pussy squeezed tight around him in waves, going and going. His balls throbbed, and he shot his load in her.

Each spurt hers and hers alone.

His woman.

His life.

"Oh, my God," she whispered, flopping forward.

"Perfect," he rasped, squeezing her ass.

She hung from his shoulders, cradling his head in her arms. He closed his eyes and settled between her breasts.

He wrapped his arms around her and rocked slowly from side to side. He exhaled loudly, completely spent.

"Jacko?" she whispered in his ear.

He gave her a squeeze.

"We have the house to ourselves and most of the time when we're both here it's just you and me, so why do you still lay out in the yard and stare up into the sky?" She slowly trailed her fingers through his hair. "You don't have to act crazy with me."

He stilled. He no longer imagined Sarah's killers laying face up dead. He'd even stopped wondering what it was like for Sarah to live each day seeing nothing. He held Amy tighter. His body recovering and alert.

"Freedom, Momma. On the outside, I have you, Sarah, my club. I can't let myself slip back into seeing the bars every time I close my eyes. I don't want to lose myself." He pulled her back and gazed into her eyes.

She gave her head a short shake. "You won't because I won't let you go
completely
crazy."

He kissed her softly. "You in?"

"Yeah," she spoke against his lips. "I'm in forever."

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His Crime – Moroad MC series

Time Owed – Moroad MC series

Falling For Crazy – Moroad MC series

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Soothing His Madness – Bantorus Motorcycle Club

Grasping for Freedom – Bantorus Motorcycle Club

Fighting To Ride – Bantorus Motorcycle Club

Struggling For Justice – Bantorus Motorcycle Club

Starving For Vengeance – Bantorus Motorcycle Club

Living A Beautiful War – Bantorus Motorcycle Club

Laying Down His Colors – Bantorus Motorcycle Club, anthology titled Melt My Heart

Archer, A Hard Body Novel, book 1

Weston, A Hard Body Novel, book 2

Biker Babe in Black, The Chromes and Wheels Gang, book 1

Ride Free, The Chromes and Wheels Gang, book 2

Healing Trace

Wildly, Playing For Hearts, book 1

Seductively, Playing For Hearts, book 2

Conveniently, Playing For Hearts, book 3

Secretly, Playing For Hearts, book 4

Surprisingly, Playing For Hearts, book 5

Chantilly's Cowboy, The Sisters of McDougal Ranch, book 1

Val's Rancher, The Sisters of McDougal Ranch, book 2

Margot's Lawman, The Sisters of McDougal Ranch, book 3

Florentine's Hero, The Sisters of McDougal Ranch, book 4

Suite Cowboy

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Resurrecting Charlie's Girl

Betraying the Prince

Love Rescued Me

Double Agent

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I
n the back of the main room of the Sterling Building, three men shook hands with Kurt, Bantorus MC, Federal Charter's president. Ink rolled his lips over his teeth, uncomfortable with the scene playing out in front of him. Every Saturday for the last month, he'd witnessed the same three men single out and make contact with Kurt.

Usually, the only customers visiting Silver Girls —the only adult entertainment joint in Federal— were miners from the local silver mines. Ink studied the men. Dressed in worn jeans, shirts with the sleeves cut off, and black riding boots; Ink suspected they were bikers looking for a club. However, the serious expression on each man's face and tightly controlled attitude was not a classic sign of eager, willing-to-please, hopeful prospects.

The men's attention focused on Kurt, not the girls dancing or the music blaring in the room. Ink drew his gaze away from the group and found Lilly standing several feet away from the huddle. Anyone else would think the daughter of the president of the mother club in Pitnam was doing her managerial job of watching over the dancers, but he knew differently. Lilly had her nose where it didn't belong and because of his lack of self-control, he couldn't do a damn thing about it.

He'd received his first official warning to stay away from Lilly six months ago when she came to Federal to be closer to him. If anyone caught him touching Lilly again, he'd have his patches stripped and be without a club.

Not that he had any opportunity to be alone with her since Kurt caught him with his hands and mouth on her. Lilly had stopped using every excuse to be around him lately. The most he got out of her was a shrug and the occasional middle finger before she stormed away. The stubborn girl was trying to protect him from getting in trouble.

As a result, he had the biggest case of blue balls ever and lived every day on the verge of kicking someone's ass, because Lilly was the only woman he wanted.

All natural blonde hair down to the top of her perky ass, eyes darker than whiskey and full of emotions, Lilly had the ability to stomp his heart. He leaned back against the wall. His body tense, he expected trouble. Until he found out what Kurt had going down on the side and Lilly was safe, he'd be on guard and protect her.

Because of the warning, there was nothing else he could do, but wait.

It seemed like he'd tried everything to forget about Lilly. He'd voluntarily left Pitnam, home to the Bantorus Motorcycle Club, four years ago and helped Kurt start the charter in Federal, Idaho, to get away from Lilly. His plan backfired. Distance only made Lilly more determined to come after him. She'd packed her bags, told no one she was traveling to the Silver Valley, and arrived with no clue what she was doing to him.

She was hell on two sexy, strong legs, and the sweetest girl who'd ever walked into his life when she was twelve years old and announced she was staying. His chest tightened. Lilly scared the shit out of him.

If anyone got wind that he'd sampled her sweet pussy on more than one occasion, he'd be lying six feet deep. If Lilly's dad, the president of Bantorus MC, even thought that Ink's relationship went back to when Lilly was twelve years old and he was twenty-four years old, Prez would castrate him, and then slowly kill him.

There were things about Lilly he couldn't put into words or excuse. He'd tried. Fuck, he'd tried. He was tired of running away from what he'd always wanted, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

Cutter, his MC brother, lumbered over to Ink. "Ten more minutes and we'll lock the doors, and get the Silver Girls back to the clubhouse."

"Sounds good, brother." Ink lifted his chin, motioning to the back of the room. "What's up with Kurt and those guys? Have you seen them before?"

"Germ asked me the same thing. He said Prez spent last Saturday night during the show talking to some men he hadn't seen around before." Cutter pulled a handful of sunflower seeds out of his pocket and popped them all into his mouth. "At least we know it's not about Los Li."

"Right," Ink mumbled.

Thankfully, the U.S. arm of the Mexican mafia who'd continually warred against Bantorus MC over the last thirty years would now spend a lifetime locked behind bars in four different prisons. It'd been a quiet six months over the winter for the club, which let everyone wind down and relax. Ink took the down time to throw himself into working double shift in the warehouse assembling rifles for the militia, and put a good chunk of change in the bank. The added distraction kept him away from Lilly, but not even manual labor kept his mind off her.

The men in question walked away from Kurt and headed toward the backdoor. Ink followed them with his gaze and rested his hand on the butt of his pistol at his hip. The men neither spoke nor looked around at the other customers.

"Something's definitely up," Cutter said, around a jaw full of seeds.

Ink looked back to Kurt and found him gone. Two seconds later, Lilly followed the men's path, her boots moving quickly over the floor and her blonde hair waving in her wake. Ink slapped Cutter in the stomach. "Stay in here and watch over the girls."

Ink followed Lilly down the hallway and slipped outside before the door could shut behind her. He hooked her arm.

Startled, she jerked her arm out of his grasp. "Shit. You scared me."

"Get inside." He caught her again, guiding her toward the door.

"Wait a second." She dug her boots in and jerked his arm. "Come with me."

"Jesus," he muttered, following her. "You know the rules. All girls stay in the building during working hours."

"Will you keep your voice down?" She kept walking to the end of the block, stopped at the corner, and held up her hand. "Don't you want to know what Kurt's doing with those men?"

A group of motorcycle engines started. Ink tilted his head, studying the sounds. He knew the timing and the noise of each muffler belonging to his MC brothers. Hell, he'd worked on every motorcycle in the club himself to know them by sound. None of the bikes belonged to Bantorus.

Lilly leaned her warm body against him and whispered. "They've been meeting with—"

"Sh." Ink looked around the corner, spotted three riders and before they rode around the corner, the jean vests on their back showed up under the streetlight and each one of them had a get back whip hanging from their left handlebar.

Too far away to read the patches or see their colors, he moved back around the corner. He went through the list of motorcycle clubs in the Northwest. There were the Skull Worshippers out of Washington, Chrome and Wheels from the Oregon coast, the Hellstones from Nevada, and a few nomad riders for Lagsturns MC still hanging around Southern Oregon. None of the noted MCs wore a territorial patch and typically stayed away from Bantorus MC.

That left one club that had members living on the outskirts of Federal.
Moroad.

"Who are they?" she asked.

He gazed down into her deep, dark eyes and shook his head. "If Kurt wanted you to know, he'd tell you."

"Don't give me that line of bull shit," she whispered. "I'm not one of the bitches."

No, she wasn't. She was the head president's only daughter and too smart for her own good. He brushed a stray strand of her hair out of her face and followed the length with his finger, hovering right over her breast. His balls ached in sweet pleasure. It'd been a lifetime since he'd held her.

The last thing he wanted to do was take her back inside where they'd have to separate again. He sighed and dropped his hand.

"Ink?" She leaned closer. Her eyes begged him for more.

She was so responsive to what was going on in his head. He couldn't even be near her without hurting them both. He forced himself to look away.

"Stay away from me, Ace." he mumbled, taking her back to the Sterling Building and opening the door.

Kurt hadn't rode off with the other bikers and was still around to catch him talking to Lilly without any other member present. He threaded his fingers through his hair and pushed it off his forehead. He had his own questions that needed answered. There had to be a reason why another MC would show up on Bantorus Territory.