Raw: The Ultimate Mc Collection (117 page)

“What the fuck are YOU doing here, Pete?”

“Well, fuck.” Pete said, digging the gun deeper into my skin. “I came here to fuck your little lady here and then I was going to kill her, but now that you are here, I guess we get to change things up a little.”

“Dude, are you out of your mind? You know she's a cop, right? You're going to kill a cop? Seriously?” “Apparently, I'm going to kill you both.”

“Pete. You really need to rethink this. I don't know what is going on in that head of yours, but you really think killing a cop and the president of an MC is something you are just going to walk away from?”

“Yes, actually, I do,” Pete replied, snarling at Crow. “Because if you haven't figured it out already, I'm a cop, too. And we all know that cops get away with anything they want. I've got the power of the DA behind me. The DA that you decided to beat up. You remember him, right? Even though you went to jail for a few years, it wasn't enough for him. He's had it out for you ever since you went in. So, yeah, if I kill you both, nothing is going to happen to me. You can bet your dead ass I'm not worried about that.”

“You have really fucked up, Pete. There's no way you are getting out of this.”

“Don't you worry about me, Crow. I'll be just fine. Now, go into the bedroom. I have some unfinished business with this cunt here, and the best part is that it'll be the last thing you get to see.”

Crow led the way into the bedroom and Pete picked me up by my waist, the gun still pointed at my head as he pulled me into the bedroom and dropped me on the bed.

My gaze met Crow's and I motioned with my eyes to the top drawer of my bedside table, hoping he would get the message. With a barely discernible nod of his head, my hopes lifted.

“Sit down,” Pete instructed Crow, his gun pointing at both of us as he indicated the chair directly next to my gun-holding night stand. Crow sat slowly, his eyes never leaving Pete for a second.

“Pete, come on! You can still let us go, you don't have to do this!” I pleaded, hoping some how I would get through to him and we could end this without violence.

“Fuck you, bitch.” He stood at the end of the bed, one hand pointing the gun, and the other hand unbuttoning his jeans. His cock fell out of his boxers, and he walked over to me.

“Don't you fucking move, Crow, you understand? You just sit there and watch.”

“I'm going to fucking kill you, Pete, you know that right?” Crow said, his eyes glued to the gun.

“Not if I kill you first, you fucking prick. Now open up, bitch. Suck my cock.”

Pete pulled back on my hair, my mouth opening as I cried out in pain. As soon as he shoved his cock in my mouth, I bit down as hard as I could, salty blood filling my mouth, and a savage cry filling my ears as he fell down to the ground screaming in pain, the gun falling from his hand to the ground beside him.

In seconds, Crow had retrieved my gun and was standing over Pete, the barrel of my gun pressing directly into Pete's forehead. With the tip of his boot, he kicked Pete's gun to the corner of the room, and then placed his foot squarely on Pete's chest.

“You are one stupid motherfucker, aren't you asshole?” “Should I shoot him, Liv?”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Steak. Potatoes. Beer. I was trying this dinner thing again with Crow.

It had been a harrowing few days, but after eighteen stitches and several days recovering while handcuffed to a hospital bed, Pete had spilled the beans on the DA and confessed to everything for a plea deal. He would be in jail a good, long while, but the DA would be in prison even longer. All of the charges were dropped against Mr. C and the club immediately.

I pulled up on my bike to my apartment with all the groceries in a backpack on my back, and noticed Crow waiting for me. We had sure gotten off to a dramatic and rocky start, but everything seemed to be smoothing out just fine.

When I first told Tommy of my plans, he was very disappointed. My one and only assignment on the force had shown me the truly ugly side of the law and I wanted to be on the other side. I had decided I was going to be a defense attorney. Not that there wasn't an ugly side to all of that, too, but I wanted to be there for the people who were falsely accused. Seeing the pain and turmoil that the club had gone through because of an old vendetta of some power hungry District Attorney had turned me into a fierce proponent for the truth. He was slowly coming around, and I knew in a few more days I would have his full support.

But for tonight, I was determined to forget about everything and just enjoy another night in Crow's arms. But first, steak!

“Hi,” I said as I walked up to him after getting off my bike. He grabbed my back pack and walked with me to the door.

“Hi, babe.” His kiss was warm and gentle and I smiled up at him, filled with happiness.

“I got steak. Um..again. Maybe we can actually eat it this time.” His laugh was infectious, and I gazed into his eyes, watching the crinkles form around them. He looked relaxed and happy for once. It was a welcome sight to see.

I unlocked the front door and he sat the bag on the counter as I locked it back. Before I knew it, he was on me. Turning me towards him, he pinned me against the door, his hard cock pressing against me and his hot lips kissing my neck.

“Crow...” I moaned his name, my knees weakening for desire for this man once again. This man that I couldn't get enough of. This man that had changed my life in one quick moment. This man that I wanted to spend the rest of my life trying to cook steaks for.

“Yes, baby?” His lips caught mine in a lust filled kiss, his cock hardening in my hand as I reached into his pants to grab him.

“The steaks, Crow. The steaks...”

“Liv, if you're going to be an old lady, you are just going to have to get used to this. The President gets what the President wants.” His eyes looked into mine, twinkling mischievously.

“Oh?” I said, kissing the lips I had grown to love so much. “And what does the President want right now?” “Why don't you let me show you?”

Bending down, he lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom, laying me on the bed, and wrapping his strong, muscled arms around me as I curled my limbs around his sculpted body. He was still wearing his cut, and the smell of leather was like an aphrodisiac for me. My head fell back onto my pillow, my body splayed out below him, ready and eagerly waiting for whatever he had to give me.

His kisses were long and soft, until finally disentangling himself from me, he stood up and began removing his clothes quickly. I watched as the cut fell to the ground, lying in a pile with his t-shirt, boxers, jeans and boots. He stood naked in front of me, his hair falling around his gorgeous face, his muscles rippling and flexing with his every movement.

“Wait.” I said as he came towards me in all his naked glory.

“Wait? Why?”

“Your cut. Put your cut back on...”

THE END

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CHAPTER ONE

Mason

Sweat poured down my back as I scrubbed the grease from my hands.  I was hot and exhausted, but at least my bike was finally fixed, thanks to my best friend Harley, who had helped me all day.

As I was drying my hands, the sound of footsteps behind me made me turn around.  I blinked at the beauty standing in front of me.

Long, curly black hair framed her heart-shaped face.  What she wasn’t wearing was much more noticeable than what she was wearing - but those tall, black leather boots, and short, denim skirt, topped with the tiniest black bikini top I had ever seen - perfectly complimented her naked flesh.  Her full breasts were straining to escape the small, tiny pieces of satin fabric.

She was young, probably too young.  But she was oozing pure sexuality, and my cock sprang to attention in seconds as I drank her in. 

I raked my gaze across her petite, tight body, starting with those gorgeous, perky breasts, taking in the hard nipples that were trying to poke through their confines, and then trailing down to her curvy hips that were tightly wrapped in denim.

“Hey, handsome.” 

Her voice was low and sultry and if I closed my eyes, I could almost imagine she was older.

“Hey…” I said, doing my best not to pounce and mount her right there on the back of my bike.  “How can I help you?”

I looked over her shoulder, but didn’t see a car or bike, and while this was our MC’s clubhouse, it was also a legitimate car and motorcycle repair shop.

The beauty sashayed over, her hips swinging seductively as she stood right in front of me and looked up with impossibly large blue eyes.  Something about her seemed familiar, but with looks like that, I would have never forgotten her.

“I just wanted to take a look around, if that’s okay with you?”  

She batted her baby blue eyes at me and my cock grew even harder.

“Why? Look around at what?” We had customers all the time, but nobody ever wanted to just look around.  Something wasn’t right, but with her tits bouncing with every movement, I was having a very difficult time concentrating.

She reached over and touched the leather seat of my bike, her fingers sliding slowly over the grains and up to the shiny black tank.

“At bikes.  I’ve always loved them,” she said, almost wistfully.  “I grew up around them, but haven’t been able to ride in a while.”

“Oh, yeah?” I asked, my throat catching as I tried to control my raging erection as I watched her caress my bike with her tiny fingers.

“Yeah,” she turned, taking her hand off the bike and putting it on my chest, fingering the leather cut I was wearing and staring up at me again. “And bikers, too. I like bikers.”

“Do I know you?”  Those eyes were so familiar, but I knew I didn’t know her.  She was the kind of woman a man didn’t tend to forget.

“I don’t know.  Do you?”

She looked up at me, her eyes almost daring me to touch her, as she played with my vest.

“Look, baby girl, don’t you think you’re a little out of your league here?”

She smiled at me for the first time, her pouty pink lips stretching across her face in a slow, seductive transformation.  I was holding my breath, and when I made a conscious effort to inhale, I was accosted by the sweet flowery smell of her.

“I don’t, actually.”  She arched her back, pressing those perfect mounds into my chest.  Just when I was about to reach out and pull her to me, she turned and walked away.  Her hips seemed to sway even more as she walked around the shop, touching every piece of leather she could find on the other bikes, her fingers running through the dangling fringe on some of the handlebars.  There were half a dozen bikes laying around in different stages of repair and she made a point to touch each one of them.  

“I like the way it smells in here, don’t you?” she asked, her eyes darting around, taking everything in as I watched her curiously. 

“The smell of leather warmed by the sun, old grease…whiskey.” The words slid out of her beautiful mouth seductively.

She walked over to the counter, and grabbed my half empty whiskey bottle that was sitting amongst various tools and motorcycle parts.  With the confidence of a seasoned woman, she removed the lid and lifted the bottle to her luscious lips, pouring a generous amount of the amber liquid into her mouth.

My cock hardened even more as my eyes locked onto her lips engulfing the neck of the bottle.

“Sure, I guess…” I replied, once again holding my breath, waiting for her next move. 

She circled back to stand in front of me, the bottle still in her hand.  She stood directly between me and my bike, and once again she arched her back until her nipples touched my chest.