Highway to Heaven (2 page)

“You okay?” The sincerity and concern shocked
the hell out of her. Raven was anything but chivalrous, let alone
cordial. His badass attitude wasn’t a show, or even something he’d
developed from a hard life. He’d been born with it. Heaven didn’t
answer, which might not have been the best of decision she’d made
lately. His other hand came up and tipped her chin, forcing her to
look at him. Mixed emotions shot through her. Before he saw it and
thought her weak, she jerked away and huffed.

“I’m fine.” She pushed off him with a little
more force than necessary and feared she’d toss him off balance
given he hadn’t put the kick stand down yet, but it didn’t faze him
in the least. What she did see was a huge shit eating grin flash at
her that was strong enough her belly did a little flip-flop and
made it hard to remember how long she’d been waiting for Colt and
Gage to notice her as something more than just one of the Bitches.
When she spotted Sahara—and one of the Ops Warriors—chatting it up,
that little sting of jealousy reared its head and she saw red.

It didn’t help that Sahara had legs that went
on for miles or long bleach blond hair—that changed color with the
day of the week—or that despite her stripping career for the Ops
club, she reeked class and sophistication. Next to her, Heaven felt
like a little church mouse. Dressed in leathers with her huge tits
pouring out the top of her jacket, Sahara looked straight off a
photo shoot for a Harley Davidson centerfold.

Neither Colt nor Gage noticed her walk up.
“We’ll see if you can work those legs around more than a stripper
pole,” Gage laughed. She batted her fake eyelashes over
dramatically, making Heaven want to vomit.

“Don’t you have a lap dance to do before you
hit the pavement?” Yeah, she’d hit mach bitch. Both guys turned to
stare at her, their grins raking across her last nerve.

“Sure she does. I have a few ones in my
billfold, what ‘bout you, Gage?”

“Yep. Only if Heaven joins her. I could use a
little pre-fight entertainment. I’ll pay extra if Sahara’ll go down
on you while I fuck you in the ass, Heav…” Gage’s grin was enough
to set her over the edge. She knew how the club rolled, and knew
this was a mild request for some of the shit that went down, but
they both knew her and knew what she was about. There was no way in
fuckin’ hell they thought for a minute she’d even remotely fathom
the idea, it sent her past the red zone straight in to the fight
zone. They’d all underestimated her because of her size until one
night a couple of the rats got out of hand and Heaven had
singlehandedly beat them both to the ground and unconscious before
Gage, ironically, had picked her up off a bloody and battered body.
It was that moment she’d found herself falling for him and Colt
after they’d cleaned her up. She may be small, but dynamite came in
small packages if she was anything to go by.

Heaven glanced over at Sahara who had a
horrified expression at their suggestion, which, once again seemed
ironic given her profession and the company she kept. “Not my
thang,” Heaven said, raking her eyes over Sahara to let Sahara know
she wasn’t impressed. Call her a bitch. But if Sahara couldn’t
hang, then she had no place in the MC world.

“Likewise,” Sahara shot back, giving her the
same glance. Maybe she
had
been around long enough to hang
with the big dogs. Although, the chicks in the Ops weren’t near as
hard core as the Savages in Heaven’s opinion. Alliances or not, the
Ops bitches could learn a thing or two, especially if Abi had
anything to say about it. Heaven looked around and spotted Abi and
Shady and half expected an all out brawl to be in the mix but the
two were laughing. What the hell? Maybe she’d underestimated them
after all…

Both men looked at each other and back to
Heaven who stood still staring at Shady and Abi. “What crawled in
your ass, Heav? What, you aren’t still pissed about riding with
Raven are you?” Colt laughed. Heaven’s glare turned on him.

“Nope.” She looked over at Gage and almost
lost it. How the hell could two guys be so fuckin’ clueless? She
damn sure wasn’t going to chase either of them, let alone both. If
they’d rather drool over the stripper, so be it. Heaven spun on her
heel and stomped off, her anger raging at the laughter that
followed from behind her.
Fuckin’ men
! Despite the fact she
didn’t trust the Ops chicks yet, making conversation with them
would be a hell of a lot better than wasting any more time on those
two sons of bitches.

“Hey, Abi,” she greeted, turning to give a
curt nod to Shady. “Shady.”

“Hey,” Shady said with a grin. It was hard
not to like the girl. She was sweet despite the roughness she
portrayed and all of the girls had accepted her immediately into
the family.

“Saw you wrapped around Raven on the ride…
After the way he’s been lookin’ at you, I wouldn’t be half
surprised if you didn’t end up getting put away weak and wet before
this is all over,” she giggled. Heaven’s face went red.

“What makes you think that?”

“Honey, you don’t know Raven like I do. That
boy wouldn’t have let you look at his bike, let alone straddle it,
without finding you worthy.” Shady shook her head.

Finding me worthy? Who the fuck did these
guys think they were?
Her annoyance intensified. “Yeah, maybe
so, but I’m starting to think none of these fuckers are worth my
time,” Heaven huffed. She’d had a few hot and wild nights with Colt
and Gage and thought things were headed to a more serious level.
Then they’d backed off. No warning, no excuse, just eased off.
She’d thought it was from the recent drama with the Diablos, but
now she wasn’t so sure. If their drooling over Sahara was any
inclination, she might as well give up the idea and move on.
Nothing but heartache could come from it all.

The girls laughed. “Probably not, but they
can be good for a few hours of fun here and there…” Abi said,
leaning on Heaven’s shoulder.

“Yeah.” Heaven couldn’t argue that point. If
nothing else, Colt and Gage had rocked her universe between the
sheets. Who knew you could orgasm over twenty times in one go?
Maybe that was what ate at her. She hadn’t had cock in two weeks,
and all the stress at the club with Rose and the new baby, and
Rose’s hellion teen sisters, Alice and Lacey being bounced in,
there wasn’t time to think let alone keep sane.

About that time, Shady spotted Gage
approaching. “Don’t look now, but here comes the devil in blue
jeans as we speak…” Yeah, so the girls had all been filled in on
the gossip of her overabundant sex life and envied her
overachieving vagina for managing orgasms to that multitude.

“Come here. Now,” he growled, his hand
wrapping around Heaven’s wrist.

“What th—” she didn’t get a chance to protest
before he had her dragged out of ears distance and was glaring down
at her.

“Have a nice ride?” His tone and the
expression etched around his eyes showed the evil green monster of
jealousy lurching from inside. Not one to back down or cower to any
macho-egotistical bullshit, Heaven squared her shoulders and
narrowed her eyes.

“As a matter of fact, yes. That bike rides
like a dream.” Shit. She’d just not only sliced a dig in about
being wrapped against Raven’s back all day, but had complemented
his bike. Everyone knew unless you wanted to royally piss off a
biker, you kept all compliments on them and their rides, not
others. He let out a deep growl, yanking her against him so hard it
knocked the breath out of her. “Watch yourself, babe.”

“Watch myself? Oh, you mean while you two are
busy watching the stripper? Yeah, okay, right on that. Get your
damn hands off me.”

Heaven pulled back to get free, unable to
move. Before she had a chance to throw down, Gage’s mouth crushed
down on hers so hard she thought there’d be bruising. She didn’t
want to kiss him back. But wanting and avoiding were two different
things. It’d taken a little rough handling of her while pressed up
against his huge hard cock before her mouth opened enough that he
dove in, claiming and punishing. He laced one hand in the back of
her hair and held her hostage until he was finished. When he’d made
his point he released her and walked away, leaving her dazed,
confused, and horny as fuck.
Great
.
The asshole
.

“Let’s roll!” Tonto hollered, breaking up the
conversations of tired riders. Bikes began to roar to life, their
riders renewed and ready to finish the last leg of the trip and get
down to business. Shady and Abi both had their own bikes, leaving
Heaven the only one riding bitch and procrastinating getting back
on the bike she’d rode on. She looked around, hoping to find
another willing driver but most of the guys opted for no back seat
or were to split off from the group and come in from the opposite
side of their destination.

“Heaven! Move that ass!” Raven stood with one
hand hanging at his side, his muscles flexed under his cut. He had
his leather coat draped over the tank of the bike, and an impatient
glare ricocheted off her. She rolled her eyes and took her time
walking back over to him, realizing she was the last to mount up
and held up the group. With a grumble she climbed on, surprised
when he handed her his coat. “Put this on.” She took it, still not
too comfortable with getting up and cozy with the man but grateful
for the added warmth. It wasn’t a cold night per se, but the air
had a nip that would only get worse as the late night hours strung
on ahead. While she threaded her arms through the ginormous
sleeves, he cranked the bike to life and took off, making her once
again have to grab for him to steady herself. When her arms went
around his middle, he grabbed one wrist and pulled her closer,
securing them under his huge palm while the trail of taillights
twinkled off into the distance.

It was a good twenty minutes or so into the
ride that she felt Raven’s body relax back in to her and his thumb
start to trace little circles on the back of her hand and somehow
the thoughts of Gage and Colt seemed obsolete. An electricity came
from him she couldn’t quite identify, and truthfully, it scared the
shit out of her. It wasn’t danger, well, totally, but definitely
something else was there that pulled her like a magnet. She fought
it, and saw it as a warning sign. Yet, still, she didn’t jerk her
hand away. To rationalize it, she told herself it wasn’t like she
had a choice, right? She had to hang on. With the bike rumbling
between her legs, it made it hard not to squirm against the seat.
Her soaked panties made for a long, long, ride. That was her story
and she was sticking to it.

It was almost two a.m. by the time they
roared down the lanes to the border. All of the riders’ postures
had gone rigid and on guard. If they got caught up and tossed in
containment because of the weapons they all carried, they could
kiss the girls the Diablos were trafficking goodbye. With Tonto in
the lead, he was first in line to meet the armed guards. From where
the others sat and the loud vibration of the bikes, no one could
hear what was being said. What they did see was him being flagged
off to the side and into a parking lot. All of the guys followed,
sure their trip was setting off on the wrong foot already. Sandman
pulled up beside him and leaned over.

“What the fuck’s goin’ on?” Sandman
growled.

“Don’t know yet. The bastard just took one
look at me and told me to pull my convoy over for a few questions.”
Tonto looked around, weighing their options.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Sandman
grumbled.

“Me too. If this goes south, take as many as
you can and haul ass. We gotta get to those girls before it’s too
late. Remember the plan, and follow the map precisely. It’ll take
you down and around an area there’s no way they can track you.”

“Got it,” Sandman said, his face solemn.
They’d all known the risk they took when they agreed to ride. Now
was the time to separate the men from the boys and do whatever
means necessary to get the job done.

The punk in uniform came back toward them,
bringing three others with them. He bypassed everyone and went
straight back to Tonto who was ready to give the command at a
moment’s notice and began a full on interrogation. Tonto, being
Tonto, answered as vaguely as possible and kept that Native
American persona to a ‘T’. After about an hour of them going back
and forth, always circling back to the same question being, what
were their plans in Mexico and where were they going, the officer’s
cell began to ring. He fumbled to get the screen unlocked, his
aggravation well apparent and he answered. With only a few short
words spoken from their end, the man slammed the device back in his
pocket and gave a curt nod. “They’re good to go.”

“What do you mean? He still hasn’t answered a
fuckin’ thing,” the porky sidekick responded.

“I mean, I just got the call to let them go
through. They’re clear.” Without another word he stomped back to
his post and turned only to motion the others to follow. There were
a few glances shared between the club, and a smug grin here and
there, but they all took off without a word.
No use in pushing
their luck, right
?

Once they’d put enough distance between them
and the border, they pulled over to refuel. “What the fuck was that
about? I thought for sure we were gonna have to move on to plan B
the way those uniforms were throwing stupid ass questions atcha,
Prez.” Gage leaned against the tank of his Fatboy, amused at their
clean getaway.

“Fish,” Shark said with a smirk.

“Yep. Ol’ Fish came through. It’s nice having
a suit on our side for once,” Yo Neg laughed. “Remind me to buy him
a fifth when we get back. Any man who saves our ass from the law
deserves a bottle of top shelf.” He leaned over and kissed Abi,
making sure everyone knew who she belonged to. Then again, it was
hard to tell if it was him who was marking territory or Abi who
was, but no one within view could mistake it. With Abi’s shirt half
pulled up and her hand down his pants, Sandman finally announced it
was time to get staked out and start what they’d come for. Then
again, it wasn’t like anyone would question or comment on her
actions. Abi had moved from smalltime cage fighting to the big
league, with her record 10-0 fighting against the best of the best.
With her next event scheduled in less than a month in Vegas for a
title shot, they were all more than ready to get this shit squared
away and head out for a week of fun in sin city. Their cool calm
and relax personas turned stone cold and serious, ready for
anything that might await. As they rode off into the night, the
eerie chill in the air electrified, becoming a dangerous wattage
that all felt.