Smolder: Trojans MC (54 page)

Chapter Ten

“We can’t do that again,” she whispered as she broke away from Falcon’s kiss. But she didn’t pull away. His hand was still on her neck and she leaned her forehead against his.

“But we’re so good at it,” Falcon pressed.

“Yeah,” she said with a whisper and she looked up at him and it was like her green eyes were hooks that got into him. He couldn’t look away. “But it’s too unprofessional. It could ruin this whole investigation.” But still she hadn’t pulled away from him.

“I promise not to tell anyone,” Falcon whispered as he kissed her cheek. He brought her arm up and kissed the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist. She shuddered at his touch and leaned into him.

“I want you so badly. But I promised myself I wouldn’t do this again. It was bad the first time; it’ll be worse the second.”

“It’ll be better the second,” Falcon whispered as he kissed a little farther up the inside of her arm and she squirmed next to him. “It’ll be even better the third and fourth and fifth.”

She sighed and when he kissed her arm again he let his tongue touch her skin and she moaned. He kept kissing and licking and her before she took him by the head and pulled him towards her and kissed him deeply. She buried her hands in his hair and around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her body and he pulled her closer to him.

She kissed his neck and Falcon felt his already-hard cock grow harder as she kissed and bit his neck. She licked and bit his earlobe and he moaned in pleasure as his hands moved up and under her shirt and he reached around and easily undid the snaps on her bra. He lifted her shirt over her head and then ripped her bra off as well, pulling it out of her shirt before tossing it aside.

Her kisses were frantic and fast as their hands fought for control. He took her by the wrists, but she fought free of him and grabbed his head again and pulled him closer. They were almost fighting now, but fighting for who was in control, fighting over where their hands went, fighting over who wanted it more. They each needed more of each other and neither could get enough.

His cock was growing and his jeans were getting in the way. Grace undid the buttons on and unzipped his pants until they fell off him. She looked up at him as she licked her lips. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as she got down on the floor on her knees. She looked him in the eye as she pulled his boxers down and his erection sprung free.

She took his cock in her hand and then enveloped him in her mouth. Falcon groaned in pleasure as her warm and wet mouth took in his head and she ran her tongue over him. He shuddered and grabbed her hair with both of his hands. But he knew, at that moment, she was in complete control. She used both of her hands on the base of his penis, encircling him and moving up and down with the perfect amount of pressure. Her tongue swirled over the tip of his penis; he looked down and she was looking right at him, his cock in her mouth the hottest thing he had ever seen.

It was good; it was too good. He closed his eyes and let his head roll back. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted to hear her moan as he entered her, to bury himself inside of her. Falcon took Grace by the arm and lifted her up. He took her by both of her arms and pulled her close to him, holding her between his strong hands.

“I want you. I want to hear you cum while I’m inside of you.”

Her green eyes were shining up at him as she nodded his assent. He let go of her arms long enough to undo the button on her jeans and pull them and her panties down. She easily stepped out of them and her shoes before he grabbed her arms again and pulled her over to a table in the shack. He lifted her up, setting her on top of it. He pushed her down until she was flat on her back with her legs hanging over the table, her body exposed and ready for him.

He leaned down and buried his face in her breasts, sucking and biting her nipples as she writhed underneath him. She tried to grab his head and pull him up to kiss her, but he took both of her wrists and pinned them against the table as she moaned and cried out from underneath him.

“Falcon, please.” Her body was searching for his, her hips lifting off the table as her hands strained against his.

But he was holding her back, wanted to take his time, wanted this to last as long as possible. He lifted his head and looked at the detective lying naked before him. “Say it again,” he ordered.

“Falcon, I want you. Please fuck me,” she said, looking him right in the eye as she did so.

Falcon released her hand and reached for his pants and the wallet and the condom he kept in there. Grace remained where he had left her, her hands still resting by her head. He unrolled the condom over himself and moved to stand between Grace’s legs. He took his cock in his own hand and guided himself into her. She gasped as he slipped inside of her and he could feel every inch of her as he sunk deeper.

“God, Grace, yes,” he said. He reached forward and grabbed her breasts as he began to rock back and forth, bringing his cock entirely out of her before thrusting it back in.

She was moaning in pleasure and her hands were running up and down his arms as he pushed deeper into her.

“Touch yourself,” he whispered to her, taking his hand off her breast and moving a stray lock of hair off her cheek. “I want to hear you come.”

Her eyes locked on his and Grace moved her hand down her body and then between her folds before she closed her eyes and she moved her hand in tight little circles. He could feel her fingers as he pushed in and pulled out; the sensation was indescribable.

“Yes, Falcon. It feels so good,” Grace whispered. As her fingers spun their circles, he began to move faster, thrusting harder.

God, he was already so close. Just the sight of her was enough to push him over the edge. He made himself wait, withholding his own pleasure until he knew that she had hers.

“Grace,” he moaned as she locked her ankles behind Falcon’s legs, trapping him inside of her. It was too much; she felt too good. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He was out of control, thrusting wildly into her his hands gripping her hips, pulling her harder against him.

“Falcon, yes, yes, yes!” She cried out and he continued to thrust into her before, with one final cry, she lifted her torso off the table screaming in pleasure and he could feel her orgasm as it rocked through her body.

Her insides contracting against him as her hands gripped his arms, her orgasm sent Falcon over the edge as he thrust hard into her one last time. He came back out the other side breathing heavily. Grace was still on the table, her hands at her side, her eyes closed.

“God that was amazing,” Falcon said. He leaned down and kissed her before he pulled himself out. He removed the condom and threw it away, letting himself fall down onto some blankets on the floor. “See,” he said looking up at her as she stood up and began to search for her clothes, “I think we should do that every day.”

She shook her head at him, but he could see she was smiling. “Let’s make some more busts and then see where that leads us,” she said as she slipped into her panties.

“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,” he reminded her.

“Nice try,” she said.

Chapter Eleven

Falcon’s bike roared down the desolate streets as he drove down Eighteenth Street. This part of town had gone from bad to worse in recent years. When he had been a boy most of the stores were still open and he would work for whoever had a little extra money. He used to sweep up at the barber’s shop, clean out the lint traps at the Laundromat, clean the windows of the pawnshop, but all of those business were closed now.

It was the Screaming Eagles that had closed them. Not directly, but once the gang had set up shop in this neighborhood it was all over. Groupies and junkies followed biker gangs around because that was where their supplies were. Where there were junkies, there was crime, and a lot of it. The neighborhood got dangerous, people moved away, and business closed. The only group that had done well was the Screaming Eagles, profiting handsomely from other people’s misery.

He parked his bike around back, as Grace had instructed him to. Most of the other bikes were parked out front, but he could see that both Big Chris and Billy had parked in the back. He was worried that might be a problem and today was going to be tough enough. So taking a small knife out of his pocket, Falcon looked up and down the street, making sure no one was out, before putting a small puncture in the front tire of both bikes; a little air hissed out, but not all of it. It would really start to lose pressure once they got going. The three of them would take off together, but only Falcon would escape.

He slipped the knife back into his pocket and unlocked the back door, locking it behind him as he took the stairs two at a time to the upstairs apartment. He gave five short knocks on the door before he walked in.

“Morning, brother,” Billy said. He was sitting on an antique chair, a take-out cup of coffee in one hand. He looked tense and nervous and he stared at Falcon in a way the other man wasn’t sure how to interpret.

“Morning, Bill, Big Chris,” he said nodding to the other men. There were four other guys in the room with them, but they ignored Falcon and focused on weighing and measuring the goods.

“You have a good day off yesterday?” Billy asked and Falcon could hear the accusation in his voice.

But there was no way they knew about him and Grace. If they did Falcon would have been dead, or at least tied up in the some basement somewhere. No, they didn’t know about Grace, but they still didn’t trust him and they were still testing him.

“Yeah, took Sophie to the beach, but she got tired pretty quickly so I took her back to Kelly’s. I just messed around for the rest of the day.” He shrugged his shoulders, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. He focused on slipping back into the lies he had created. He imagined his pretend yesterday, imagined dropping Sophie off and then riding around aimlessly. He forced himself to stop thinking about and remembering his quickie with Grace in the shack. He focused on making the lie his reality.

But it felt impossible. Every time he tried to create the fiction of what he had done yesterday an image of Grace popped up in his head. Kissing Grace, touching Grace, being inside Grace, these things overtook his mind and he couldn’t focus on anything else. But he didn’t regret being with Grace, not for one second. She was so passionate and alive and he only wished he had met her at a different time or under different circumstances. But it didn’t really matter; by now the police were on their way and Falcon wouldn’t need to keep the fiction up for too much longer.

“You hear that?” One of the men packing up the boxes asked as he tilted his head towards the window. Everyone stopped what they were doing and Falcon and Billy moved over to the window.

“I don’t see anything,” Billy said as Falcon’s heart began to pound. Any minute now, any minute and Grace with an entire SWAT team was going to come busting through that door. Falcon would be allowed to escape; he would slip out and head back to the clubhouse. After this he would have two lucky breaks within a couple of days and escaping again would look very suspicious. Falcon hoped that getting back to the clubhouse as quickly as possible would help him avoid rising anyone’s suspicions.

“Anything we should be worried about, Falcon?” Billy asked. He was standing mere inches from Falcon and his words were pointed and dangerous.

“The fuck you asking me for?” Falcon demanded. “You’ve been all over me since the bust at the processing center. I’m not a rat and I’m not working for the cops, how many times do I have to say it?” He didn’t back down, staring into Billy’s eyes as he spoke, not blinking once.

His only regret about today would be his inability to watch Billy get arrested and have Billy know Falcon was the one who did it. All these bikers thought they were so much better than him; they wanted him to fall on his sword for them while they did nothing for him. Falcon was done with the gang; he wanted out and if destroying them was the only way, so be it.

“SWAT!” A man yelled, he was looking out the back window and everyone ran over to see what he was looking at. As they watched three black vans raced into the driveway and police officers dressed in all black poured out.

The men started cursing as they raced around the room and grabbed their guns and whatever drugs and cash they could.

“Back staircase! Side exit,” Falcon yelled and grabbed Billy by the arm and pulled him in that direction. The rest of the men followed him as the SWAT team pounded up the main stairs and towards the room where all the merchandise was stashed.

“How did they know? Who told them?” Billy demanded.

“Who cares?” Big Chris yelled. “We gotta go.”

Upstairs they heard gunshots as the men who were too slow on the uptake battled it out with police. It was pointless and Falcon was angry that those men were dying up there for no reason at all. They were laying down their lives for a club whose members didn’t even know their names.

They reached the side entrance and, as quietly as they could, they looked around the building where they could see their bikes standing about four feet from them. The only problem was the cadre of police who were standing not too far from the bikes.

Falcon was impressed; this was going down exactly like Grace said it would.

“I’ll cover you, go,” Falcon said.

“What?!” Billy demanded, his voice a mix of confusion and confrontation.

“I’ll cover you and you get on your bikes and while they’re chasing you. I’ll make a break for it. Look, man, I fucked up the other day with the hunter. I shouldn't have ignore him. Let me make it up to you.”

“You’re a good man, Falcon,” Billy said putting his hand on Falcon’s shoulder.

“Go,” Falcon said and the two men raced for their bikes. Falcon shot towards the guards. He was normally an amazing shot, a crack shot some would say, but not that day. That day his shots went wild. He hit the police van and the building, but missed every man. Billy and Big Chris boarded their bikes and brought them to life firing into the line of police who were already safely behind cover as Falcon ran and got on his bike.

“Follow me,” he said to the men as he raced out of the parking lot and down the street. He stayed in front of them and it didn’t take long for the sight of them in his rearview mirror to disappear from view. He heard Billy and Big Chris both shouting angrily over a great distance and he could only hope they were shouting at their failing bikes and not him.

Falcon couldn’t help but smile as he drove back to the clubhouse. His plan with Grace had worked flawlessly and two of his greatest threats had just been arrested. He remembered Billy with his gun and Big Chris slamming Falcon’s head on the table and the two of them following him around and idly threatening Falcon and his family. He didn’t feel bad about their arrests. He felt vindicated. Now it was time to get the rest of them.