Gravel (MC Biker Romance) (15 page)

The blonde biker exchanged looks
with the dark haired biker. They weren’t buying it.

“I don’t like to be lied to, kid,”
the biker said through gritted teeth. “I know who you are. I know who your
daddy is.”

“I’m telling you, you are
confused,” he said, staying strong. “Now if you’ll kindly leave me and my girl
alone. We’re trying to be on our way.”

I tried my hardest to stifle the
shaking and shivers that were starting to take over my body, but it was no use.
They could see me trembling.

Raze stood up and reached his hand
out for me. “We’re leaving. I don’t have time to be hassled by some small town
biker gang.”

I trusted Raze, and I knew he was a
smart man, but sometimes I think he let his mouth get the best of him.

“What the fuck did you just say,
boy?” the brunette biker said as he shoved
Raze’s
chest so hard it sent him flying back into the booth.

“Oh, god,” I yelled out. My heart
was thumping harder than it’s ever thumped before. I knew Raze was strong and
could hold his own, but not when he was outnumbered.

Raze stood back up on his feet and
braced
himself
. It all seemed to happen in slow
motion. I saw
Raze’s
fist fly across the air and land
smack dab on the brunette biker’s jaw. It sent him flying down on his ass as
the blonde biker lunged for Raze.

Raze’s
fist went flying towards the blonde biker, but he was bigger than the other
guy. I glanced around to see some of the other guys from the gang taking notice
of what was happening. One by one they were standing up, looking over, and
deciding whether or not to get involved. I saw three men start to make their
way across the bar, and I did the only thing I could think of.

I grabbed my thick, frosty beer mug
off the table and whacked the blonde biker on the back of the head. He felt to
the floor in one, giant heap, making the sickest thump I’d ever heard. I
grabbed
Raze’s
arm and we fled.

The minute the cool, night air hit
our faces it was another burst of freedom, only this time we weren’t quite in
the clear. We climbed on
Raze’s
bike and hightailed
it down Main Street and towards the highway.

“What about our things at the
hotel?” I called out.

“Just trust me,” he yelled back.

I zipped my lip and trusted him. It
was the only choice I had in the matter. I couldn’t help but notice Raze
looking back in his rearview mirror every couple of minutes. I didn’t know if
he was checking on me or checking to make sure we weren’t being followed. Maybe
it was a little of both.

Raze drove around in the country
for a bit, waiting for the sun to set completely so we could head back into
down under the cover of darkness. It had been a couple of hours, too, so if
those bikers had stuck around the bar, they were probably drunk off their asses
by now and had hopefully forgotten about the brawl earlier. Raze once told me
bikers never forget anything, but I was hopeful they’d have at least cooled
down by now.

We made it safely to our hotel room
where we took shelter behind the locked door. Raze was able to park his bike
next to a dumpster that was nestled around a thick, wooded area and away from
the street view.

“We should probably work on our
hair now,” I said as I ran my fingers through my smooth, platinum blonde locks
reluctantly.

Raze looked displeased, but he knew
we had no other choice. We had also picked up a couple boxes of hair dye,
hoping we wouldn’t need them, but it appeared that we might need them after
all.

I unboxed the clippers and went to
work, shaving off
Raze’s
gorgeous, thick, brown
locks. By the time I was done with him, he had a buzz
cut
which
showed off his widows’ peak and a couple of scars on his scalp. He
looked like a true bad boy now.

I tied my long hair into a
pony tail
and grabbed the shears out of the kit. I took a
deep breath as I stared at my reflection in the mirror and began snipping away
just beneath the rubber band. I lopped off at least eight inches of my
beautiful, blonde hair. As I watched it fall in piles into the sink, I knew it
was gone. I knew there was no going back.

I pulled out a bottle of brown hair
dye and doused my hair. I knew it wouldn’t look natural, but at least it would
help me blend in a bit. The blonde hair was always my most attention-grabbing
feature. It turned heads everywhere I went. Now I was going to be mousy, and I
just hoped Raze would still find me attractive.

I washed out the hair dye after
twenty minutes and looked at my shit brown hair. It made my skin look sallow. I
looked sick. I hated it. I couldn’t help it when the tears started to fall, one
after another, relentlessly as I stared at my reflection.

“Mia! What’s wrong?” Raze said as
he rushed up to the bathroom sink. He placed his hands on my hips and spun me
around.

“I hate it,” I said. “I look so
ugly.”

I was sobbing uncontrollably by
then, throwing all my pride out the window. Raze had never seen me cry before.
He’d never seen me weak. And now I was probably nothing but a silly, blubbering
girl to him.

“Mia,” he said as he pulled my
hands off my face. “You are not ugly.”

I looked up into his steel, blue
eyes and the serious expression across his face.

“You’re gorgeous,” he insisted. “I
could give two shits what color your hair is.”

“Are you sure?” I asked him. Again,
I knew I was coming off like some prissy chick, but I couldn’t help it. I
needed the reassurance.

“Yes,” he insisted again. He seemed
annoyed that I didn’t believe him the first time. “Now, it’s my turn.”

He pulled out a bottle of hair
bleach and began dousing what remained of his buzzed off hair with it.

“Going for the Eminem look?” I
teased him. My tears had begun to dry up, and I was trying to make light of the
situation.

“Think I can pull it off?” he asked
as he worked on his hair.

“With those blue eyes, yes,” I
said. I watched
him
as he stood shirtless in the
mirror. His upper body was nothing but a mess of muscles and tattoos, and his
arms flexed as he rubbed the mixture in his hair and checked his watch for the
time.

“You know what sounds really good?”
he asked about twenty minutes later. “A nice, hot shower. With you.”

He leaned down and kissed my neck,
and it instantly transported me to a special place where it was just Raze and
me
in the world and no one else. I forgot about the fact
that we were on the run from his old gang. I forgot that we’d been under attack
by a rival gang just a few hours earlier. I forgot that I had just lost my
beautiful, platinum blonde hair. Raze Northcutt was a powerful man, and he had
that effect on me.

I slipped off my camisole and
unbuttoned my pants. His hands were all over, traveling my body up and down and
resting under my bra cups for a second before cupping my ass. He pulled my
pants down, and I kicked them off. I lowered myself to my knees, unbuckled his
chinos and slid his pants down. I could see his thick prick bulging through his
underwear, and reached in to pull it out. It was growing larger by the second,
and I shoved it in my mouth before it would be too large to fit.

I licked and sucked his cock as he
moaned and braced himself on the edge of the bathroom counter. I looked up to
see him standing with his head thrown back. I knew he needed this release, and
I was more than happy to provide it for him.

After a few minutes, he reached
down and grabbed me by the arm to pull me up. We stumbled back into the shower
area and flipped on the shower. Raze made sure it was nice and hot, and soon
the room filled with so much steam we could hardly see each other.

I slipped off my bra and panties
and climbed in under the hot, running water. A shower had never felt so good to
me before, but as the water trickled down between my breasts and ran down
between my thighs, it felt amazing. It was almost as if it was washing away
that entire shitty evening.

Raze climbed in behind me and
slipped his hands over my breasts. I could feel his hard dick up against my
ass, and he slipped down hand down my belly and down even further between my
legs. I spread my legs out a little, and he slipped his finger between my pussy
lips. He massaged my clit, which felt amazing, and then spun me around to face
him. He lowered himself and placed his head down between my thighs. Soon I felt
the warm, wetness of his tongue dancing between my
slit
.
I slapped one hand against the tiled shower wall to brace myself, as I let Raze
take me over the edge.

He soon stood up and grabbed me by
my ass cheeks, hoisting me up and around his hips. His thick, wet cock slid
right inside my wet, waiting pussy, and he leveraged me against the wall to get
some footing. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as we bounced and he
pumped his cock inside me as hard as he could. I could tell he was trying to
forget about everything for a while too. His eyes were closed and his face was
grimaced as he fucked the living shit out of my pussy. I needed it just as much
as he did though.

Soon I could feel his cock wriggling
and writhing inside me. He released a few moans and groans before the thrusting
came to a complete stop, and he had cum inside me. He gently lowered me, kissed
my mouth, and then took a step back. He grabbed the soap like nothing had
happened and began washing the day off his body.

We checked out of the seedy motel
no later than six am the following morning. We wanted to head out before the
rest of the town awoke, and before we had a chance to run into the Marquis
Devils.

With our new
hair
styles
and the wind in our faces, we fled that town and never looked
back. Raze had said something about driving to Nevada and that that would be
our next stop. I told him I was on board for whatever. I trusted him. I knew he
cared about me and would do whatever was best for us. He knew these back roads,
highways, and small towns better than anyone else.

We rode for damn hear nine hours,
taking a couple quick rest stop breaks. The sun was beating down in our faces
all day, and my arms were cramping up from staying in the same position for
that long. I knew if I was getting tired, Raze had to be.

“How much longer?” I yelled out.

“We’re almost there,” he yelled
back.

We pulled into some rinky-dink
deserted desert town with a gas station, a diner, and a couple mobile home
parks and parked the bike at a gas pump.

I climbed off to stretch my legs
and take a deep breath. I ran my fingers through my hair to check for any bugs
and did a little frantic dance when something hard and crunchy fell out.

“
Aaah
,” I
screamed as I felt it brush through my fingers. “Gross!”

Raze laughed. It was the first time
I’d really seen him laugh since we’d run off together.

“It’s just a bug,” he said as he
finished topping off his tank.

I felt creepy-crawly and dirty. “Yeah,
but how long was it hanging out in my hair?”

Raze brushed it off. To him, I was
probably just overreacting.
A typical, silly girl.

“Want to grab some dinner?” he
asked as he nodded towards the diner across the street.

“Um, yeah,” I said as if it were a
no brainer. I was starving my ass off. I didn’t know how he could go so many
hours without eating. I already felt lightheaded. “I’m so hungry.”

“You need to just speak up when
you’re hungry,” he said. “I’m not a mind reader.”

He walked up to me and kissed my
forehead before climbing back on his bike. I threw one leg behind him, my knees
and hamstrings aching from being in one position too long, and we drove across
the street to the Silver Bullet Diner.

The diner looked like it was
straight out of the 1950s inside and out. I spotted several families crammed
into shiny, red leather booths and most of the waitresses were older with a
sweet, gentle demeanor about them.

We walked in and seated ourselves,
this time closer to a back exit. Based on our last experience, Raze didn’t want
to risk anything. Our waitress, Margie, waddled her way towards our table with
the warmest smile on her face. Her hair was a bluish shade of silver and it was
curled and pinned back into some kind of up do. She had blue eye shadow and red
lipstick, and her apron barely fit around her generous hips. She reminded me of
a sweet, old grandma who lived in a trailer with copious amounts of landscaping
and a handful of cats inside.