SAVING REBEL: Renegade Rebels Motorcycle Club (25 page)

The clubhouse was part motorcycle repair shop and part lounge. We walked in through the front door and my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. A full bar lined one wall and two pool tables filled the empty space. Couches and easy chairs scattered throughout created a cozy, homey ambiance. The lights were dimmed and dozens of people were sitting at the bar and relaxing on the couches and chairs. Many people were coupled up and I noticed a few of them making out in the corners, a pale breast flashing here and there. It reminded me of any bar I might walk into in the city on a busy Saturday night, minus the bare breasts.

Mr. C. was tending bar and Crow led me over to him.

“Whiskey?” Crow asked m
e.

I wasn't supposed to be drinking too much on the job, but this was no ordinary job.

“Sure, why not
?”

Mr. C. brought us a couple of shot glasses and an entire bottle of Jack Daniels.

“Here you go, boss.” Nodding at us, he walked away, leaving us alone at the end of the bar.

“This is some place you have here.” I was hoping to use this time to try to draw some information out of 
him, but damned if those eyes of his weren't distracting me. When I saw his bicep muscles rippling as he brought the shot to his full lips, the wetness drenched my panties. Crossing my legs, I sat on the bar stool next to him, and tried to look away from him to find some other way to focus. I certainly couldn't do it when I was looking right at him. I downed the shot he poured me and felt the harsh warmth spread through my belly.

“It's home.”

“Home? Do you live here
?”

“No, I have a house out in the country a few miles out of town. But I spend most of my time here, running 
the business, making sure everything goes smoothly.”

“Right. You do motorcycle repair
?”

“Among other things, yes. We have a good thing going here
.”

I didn't like that answer, it was so vague and it could have meant anything, but I also didn't expect him to 
admit to me that he did anything illegal. I had just met him, and the only thing he was interested in at this point was getting into my pants, not divulging his business secrets. If I discovered anything, I would have to do it on my own.

Crow grabbed the bottle of whiskey in one hand, and took my hand in the other.

“Come on, I'll show you the rest of the place.”

He led me down a hall and opened a few doors, showing me a variety of different rooms. There was a simple 
office that looked completely legit, with pictures of bikini clad women on motorcycles lining the walls, and piles of invoices scattered on the desk next to an oddly clean bathroom, considering this place was run by a bunch of burly men. At the end of the hall was a heavy wooden door, elaborately carved with the Crow MC logo. Crow pushed the door in and led me inside.

The room was dark and large, with a large table that matched the door sitting right in the middle. 

“This is where we have meetings. I carved the doors and the table myself.”

“You did?” I asked, impressed. “You are very talented
!”

“Thanks. Besides motorcycles, woodworking is my other hobby.”

I ran my hand along the table, admiring the intricate details of the carving. It was flawless and indeed impressive. I was just about to say so again when I felt Crow come up behind me. His breath tickled my neck before his lips seared it.

I moaned and leaned back into him. His hands snaked around my waist pulling me tighter as he kissed my neck. My knees weakened with each nip of his hot lips. My nipples hardened as my heart raced and I turned around to enclose his lips with mine. Hungrily, he kissed me back, his tongue searching and probing. I melted into him. Our kiss tasted like whiskey and yet was so much more intoxicating than that amber liquid ever could 
have been. His right hand trailed up to my breast, and he ran his thumb over my hard nipple.

Groaning, he reached down and grabbed my hips and lifted me onto the table. My thighs spread open as I welcomed him between them, pulling him closer. His hips ground into me, his hardness throbbing against my center. I gasped as his lips returned to my neck and trailed down to my heaving breasts. His hot tongue licked 
my cleavage, sliding under the top of my black lace bra and flicking my nipple. Breathless and weak, my defenses completely disappeared. I sighed and arched my back, wanting more of 
whatever he wanted to give me. It was easy to submit to a man like this, so strong, so quietly demanding.

He pulled down the cups of my bra and began devouring my breasts with his hot mouth. My hand clasped 
the back of his head, my fingers tangled in his hair and pulling him into me harder. Just as I began to cry out and beg him for more, the heavy wooden door swung open and Mr. C. strolled in.

It was dark and he didn't see us at first.

“Get the fuck out dude!” Crow yelle
d.

Mr. C jumped, almost dropping the box of liquor he was holdin
g.

“Oh, shit!
” 

His eyes looked like saucers as he took in the scene. I was half lying on the table, my tits 
completely exposed with Crow hard and pressed between my legs.

“I'm so sorry, boss! I was just coming in to restock the bar in here,” he began backing out, turning around 
once more before he shut the door and looking at me. “Nice tits, ma'am.”

“Oh my god!” I said to Crow, who was laughing so hard he almost had tears in his eyes.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said, kissing my lips lightly between his laughter. “Mr. C. has a bad habit of 
forgetting to knock.”

“I see that.” I laughed, his smile infectiou
s.

“Maybe we should continue this back at your place later?” he asked. “I'm almost ready to get out of here and 
leave the party to the rest of the crowd.” 

His kisses continued and he pressed into me again, his hard cock rubbing against my pussy seductively. “And I can't imagine a better way to end the night than inside your irresistible body.”

“Mmmm...” I murmured, “I'd like that, too.” I had made up my mind long ago, there was no way I was turning down a night with this Adonis. But I knew I also couldn't leave without trying to get a look around.

“Just let me go to the ladies room first,” I said.

“Of course. It's just down the hall. I need to go talk to the guys before we leave, too. But then,” he said, trailing his kisses down to my nipples once more, licking them hotly, first one then the other, “you are all mine for the night.”

I smiled down at him, my body on fire and wrestling with my mind. “I can't wait, Crow.”

Untangling myself, I grabbed his bottle of whiskey from the table and took a swig before handing it back to him and adjusting my clothes.

He laughed and winked at me as we walked out of the room and down the hall.

“Here's the bathroom, darlin'. I'll see you outside in a few minutes. Don't take too long.” He kissed me once more and walked away, blessing me with the gorgeous view of his ass once more.

I went into the bathroom and tried to compose myself. My legs were like jello, and I could barely stand. The effect this man had on me was incredible. I had had boyfriends before, and this wasn't my first rodeo in the sex department by far, but Crow had me completely flustered. He knew exactly how to kiss me, where to kiss me, where and when to touch me, and I wanted more. Much, much more.

For now, I needed to take a look in that office.

I opened the bathroom door and took a look up and down the hall. Not a person in sight. Quickly, I sprinted down the hall towards the office, and quietly opened the door. I jumped when I saw Pete behind the desk, the middle drawer open in front of him.

“Shit!” He jumped and froze like a deer caught in headlights. “Get the fuck out!”

“I thought this was the bathroom, sorry!” I met his eyes, then quickly scanned the room as I backed out of it. A huge brick of shrink wrapped cocaine was in his hand.

“I said get the fuck out, bitch!”

I closed the door as quickly as I could and walked down the hallway towards the lounge. What the hell was going on? Something didn't feel right here. I hadn't seen anyone doing coke the whole time I was here, just drinking mostly, and some people were smoking cigarettes and pot. And if they were going to be doing drugs, it was sure as hell going to be done at a party like this. I had pretty much given up on finding anything and then I walked in on Pete doing...what? He was a prospect, so the chances of Crow or his guys giving him a big brick of cocaine to handle just didn't add up. And he looked like a kid caught in the candy jar when I walked in on him. No, something certainly wasn't right about this.

I would talk to Tommy about it. In the morning. Right now, I had some other business to attend to. In my bed. With Crow.

I spotted him across the parking lot talking to the same three guys he was talking to earlier. Ratz, Mr. C, and Pockets. This time, I walked right up to him. In spite of my confusion over what I had just seen, my body was still aching to get Crow against it, and I was feeling very impatient. By the smoldering look Crow gave me when I walked up, I knew he was feeling the exact same way.

“Guys, just keep an eye on him, okay? Something isn't right and he seems sketchy.” The three men listened intently to Crow, but all of their eyes were on me as I walked up. Sure, Mr. C had just seen my tits, but I didn't care at this point. “I'm outta here, fellas. Make sure the cops don't show up and keep the noise down. Don't forget to pay the band. I'll see you in the morning.”

Crow took my hand and led me out of the fenced gate and across the street to my apartment. Neither of us spoke a word, but with each step closer to my bed, my heart quickened to a thundering pace. My palms were sweating with anticipation and I leaned in close to Crow, his warm hand keeping me from floating away.

Silently, I opened my front door. As I reached for the light switch, Crow grabbed my hand, pulling it away. 

“Let's leave that off,” he whispered in my ear.

“Sure.” I grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroo
m. 

He wasted no time, and we fell onto the bed in a 
tangled mess of leather, blue jeans, boots and way too many clothes. Our hands roamed over each other, our lips kneading and nipping at each others flesh, our fingers nimbly unbuttoning and unzipping and removing our shirts as fast as we could. Crow stopped and stood over me, his smile replaced by lust as he first removed his leather and t-shirt, then pulled off my boots and began sliding my jeans over my hips. Raising my hips off the bed as he pulled them down, I gazed up at his naked torso, my desire for this man washing over me in waves. The moonlight streamed in from the window, pouring over his olive skin deliciously.

His silky hair fell over his shoulders, a strand covering his right eye as he began to descend on me again after removing his own boots. I sat up and stopped him with my hand on his chest and a devilish smile. He still had his jeans on and that was completely unacceptable.

Trailing my hand across his strong chest, and down his sculpted abs, I quickly unbuttoned the top button of his jeans, and then pulled down and ripped them open the rest of the way. His throbbing shaft was bursting at the cotton of his boxers. I licked my lips in anticipation, and pulled his jeans and boxers down over his muscular thighs. As he stepped out of them, and stood back up in front of me, I sighed in delight. He was spectacular. His gorgeous cock stood at attention, a perfect specimen of masculinity and readiness. Ready for me. Hard for me. Throbbing with desire....all for me.

My pussy quivered as I brought my lips down and engulfed him in one swift movement, my tongue swirling around him as I slid him in and out of my mouth.

His moans echoed through my bedroom, his hands cradling my head as I devoured him. Tangling my hair in his fingers, he guided my head up and down as his wet cock thrust into my open mouth. Lifting my eyes, I watched as he lustfully watched me pleasure him.

He groaned as he pulled himself out of my mouth and pushed me back onto the bed. Gazing up at him, I shuddered with passion as I realized the gentle Crow I had been spending time with was gone. The man hovering over me was focused on one thing only, and I was sure it had nothing to do with being gentle.

He confirmed my suspicions when he reached up to the middle of my bra and ripped it in half, my tits spilling out of it. He moaned and brought his mouth down, biting my nipples hard. Reaching down, he grabbed the side of my panties and ripped them off as well, in one quick, swift motion, and throwing them to the floor.