The Biker's Touch - Book 2 (An Alpha Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club) (5 page)

“We can’t do that now?” she asked.

“No we cannot,” he said. His voice got smooth and flirtatious. “We are about another forty minutes to our destination. Then I’m going to fuck you thoroughly up against a rock.”

Jennifer was completely stunned by his graphic talk. She could hardly move she was so deliciously shocked.

“Would that be okay with you?” he asked. He kissed her so tenderly and slowly.

“Yes,” she answered. She thought she would melt.

They gassed up the bike. They bought some drinks and sat in a booth inside the mart, refreshing before they hit the road again.

A biker entered the mart and glanced at Trenton, who shook his head.

“We may have trouble,” Trenton said to Jennifer. “Just go to the far side of the store if that happens.”

“Well, lookie here,” said the biker. Another biker followed in behind him. “You’re kind of fucking out of your element, ain’t you Ghost?”

“Where would my ‘element’ be, Rigger? Kind of funny words for a guy who flooded my job from wherever you crawled from and took over my town. Shouldn’t you be in the unemployment line somewhere?” asked Trenton. “I hear Wayland Energy laid all of you poor bastards off.”

A strange look came over the biker’s face.

“I don’t work for Wayland Energy. I work for Wayland himself. And only he can un-employ me,” said the biker.

“Wayland himself is in jail, Haus. He may be looking at time. And because of that, he lost control of the company. Everything reverted to his wife. So he doesn’t even own the company. Hope his check doesn’t bounce,” goaded Trenton.

Jennifer was nervous. Even though the two bikers were relatively short, there were two of them and only one of Trenton. And Trenton was sitting down.

“You worried about my funds, Ghost?” said the biker in a big tough voice. The other biker remained silent. “Why don’t you just get up here and pay for my fuel?”

Trenton stood up. He had to be a half a foot taller than both men and nearly twice their size.

“What?” Trenton asked.

He towered over both guys. The two men and the clerk quaked. Trenton frightened everyone. Jennifer thought he was so, so hot.

“No trouble please,” begged the clerk. “Not in front of the lady.”

“Hell, it was just a joke,” said the biker. He slapped his money down on the counter, shoved the biker with him, and said, “Let’s go.”

Trenton followed them out as far as the door and watched that they didn’t do anything destructive to his bike while they finished up their soda. Jennifer was worked up; nervous about the whole incident. He picked that up.

“Hey,” he said to her. “You okay?”

“How did you know they worked for Wayland Energy?” she asked.

“They’re motherfucking Riggers. Riggers Motorcycle Club. They are a group formed specifically by Wayland Energy employees during the boom. My club is the Ghosts of the Prairie. And we think it’s hilarious that men hired during the fracking boom call themselves Riggers because you don’t need a rig with fracking. We call them Mother Frackers.”

“And they are all that obnoxious?” she asked.

“Pretty much,” he said, gazing at her with his crystal blue eyes.

“And you’re not afraid?” she asked, worried for him.

“No. I am both way smarter and way bigger than they are,” he said coolly.

“Thank God for that,” said the clerk.

Chapter Five

As Jennifer mounted the back of the bike to resume their road trip, Trenton hooked the backs of her knees and drew her up close to him. She fit him snuggly between her legs. Her position, coupled with the vibration of the Harley, was wicked. She wrapped her arms around his massive body and was filled with such warmth. It was luscious to know this big strong man was hers, even just for the moment.

The landscape began to change drastically. He turned off into the state park entrance. The mountainous formation of the Badlands was overwhelming. They were spectacular bare, craggy, colorful rocks rising out of the earth like giant high rises dwarfing both Trenton and Jennifer. It was a sensory overload that revved her up. Every sense that she experienced after that was that much stronger. She felt the wind on her face in a more special way.

And the magnetic chemistry that stirred between Trenton and her was sharper; more intense. If he were to touch her now, she would be extremely reactive. She would come in a heartbeat.

They tooled around just taking in the glory of the park, with the entire world to themselves. It was the middle of the week, and though it was summer, there was little sign of anyone else enjoying the scene.

Every once in a while they passed some green. A few patches of scrub plants and trees. Finally, he parked his bike under the shade of one of them. He took her by the hand and together they took a short trail, not but a few yards, to look at the rocks up close. It was very warm.

“You’re sweating, girl.”

They had already taken off their coats and left them at the bike. He stepped them in a cove made by rocks jutting out of rocks. It was warm still, but there was some shade. And privacy.

He looked at Jennifer with a smoky gaze. Immediately she wanted him. She felt like he looked. She reached her arms up around his neck. He wrapped his around the small of her back. With fingertips he pinched the hem of her shirt up and over her head.

She was naked from the waist up except for her lacy satin push-up bra.

“So beautiful,” he said, gliding his giant palm across her chest.

He twirled her around and guided her hands to the wall of the multi-colored rocks. He unfastened her pants and slid them down. She could hear his own belt being unbuckled. Her legs were spread, yet bound by the tangle of her pants. He took command of her hips, pulling them towards him so that he could have access to her from behind.

His enormous body shielded hers so anyone, however remote the chance, could not see her. It was just the two of them, wondrous formations of Mother Nature, and the big open North Dakota sky.

He entered her wet and willing body. The sound that arose from deep within him told of his hunger for her like she had for him. She had never had the experience of outdoor sex, let alone sex in one of the wonders of America. It was exciting. Fresh.

Jennifer had to be cautious of her footing. She had to trust Trenton to keep her steady as he drove into her. It was daring, but she wiggled her hips around in counter motion to his own rocking, in and out of her.

She mixed it up, letting her knees buckle so she dropped down and up against his fiercely hard cock. She stepped up on her tiptoes one at a time, jutting her hips up this way and that. She stood up on her tiptoes because she knew that her buttocks flexed and looked awesome that way. Trenton gave the cheeks of her rump a light, playful smack.

Finally, she reached between her legs and pleasured herself. With that, the speed of his driving quickened. He was like a locomotive, powerful and true, driving into her in the hot North Dakota sun. The fresh air filled her nostrils as she braced against the rocks, taking it from him.

In her mind, she pictured what it would be like to watch the two of them. What they looked like from a view from above. She visualized the two of them, working against each other furiously, chasing the inevitable.

Jennifer felt warmth flow through her and that sweet feel of contentment that came before an orgasm. Her senses had shifted and now every touch and stroke was driving her to a sweet finish. He knew.

“Come for me baby,” he said raggedly.

It took everything she had to focus, to keep working her hot sensitive channel against him, to drive herself to climax. But she did it until she burst.

Jennifer exploded in wave after wave of incredibly pleasure. It just rippled powerfully through her, pulsed her channel, her belly, and flooding throughout to light up every erogenous point.

Her T-shirt had hiked up in the act and her breasts were free. They were exposed, naked with arousal-pebbled nipples, swaying and bobbing towards the rocks. They jiggled like crazy as Trenton was insane with passion, pumping into her until he found sweetness.

His cries sailed up to the sky, echoing off of the rocks. He was such a beast in his orgasm. His body so powerfully seizing and jerking. His cries so animalistic and loud. Jennifer thought it was just about the hottest thing she had ever experienced.

At last they were still. He cantilevered over her, shading her against the rocks. They were warm, not cool, but they were soothing. Finally, they adjusted their clothing. When they were dressed, he took her face in his hands and kissed her. Slowly. Sensually.

He swept her mouth with a tender tongue, touching every surface and cell. She kissed him back, driven by the magnetism that flowed between them. Heavy breaths swelled in her chest and she could hardly manage between the need to taste him and the need for air.

She shifted her head, experiencing him from every angle that she could. It had been so long since she made out with a man, and Trenton was such a man. He was all man. The likes of which she would never know again. She was driven to take as much of him as she could, while she could.

“So,” he said, stroking his fingers through her hair. “The Ghosts of the Prairie are coming up to camp before we head back to Parshall. We can stay or we can head back, it’s up to you.”

She laced her arms around his giant body. “I would love to have a campout with your guys,” she said.

“Awesome,” he said. “And I would love to show you this really cool little waterfall and natural swimming pool.”

They loaded up onto the Harley and split the blonde grasses of the flat land outstretched from the rock formations. Jennifer would never know where to turn. But soon Trenton cut in and wandered till the earth changed back to nothing but rocky surfaces and rising rocky mountains.

Once he cut the engine to the bike she could hear the water of the little brook he knew about, running over a short rise of rocks. The waterfall was high enough, though, that over time, it created a luscious little pool. It was a private little cove just for the two of them. And Jennifer could not wait to take a dip.

“It’s gorgeous,” she remarked.

“So are you,” he said.

She and Trenton stripped down to absolutely nothing. The heat was high already in the early afternoon sun, but the water nipped. It was cool against their hot bodies, but they got used to it.

They dunked under the spray of water spilling into the pool. Trenton got behind Jennifer and held her body against his to let the falling water gently beat against her chest. It felt amazing. It was like a natural erotic massage.

He pulled her higher up so that he could reach the dip of her neck with his hungry hot mouth. Immediately Jennifer felt aching and empty. He sweetly tortured her, the two of them drifting around under the North Dakota sky, out in the great wide open.

It was an amazing sensation to be naked in the outdoors like this. The sun baked her through the filter of the cool water. Finally, he hoisted himself out of the water onto the wonderfully warm stone rim of the pool. The rocks’ heat penetrated the muscles of her back, buttocks and thighs. Jennifer was so physically content. Except that she needed the gorgeous man beside her in a bad way.

Trenton sat on the edge, his feet dangling in the water. He looked at her and she knew. Jennifer climbed onto his lap, impaling herself on him. Her feet went the other way. He braced her at the small of her back.

She was able to move by pushing her palms off of the hard rocks. She bounced on his giant cock. The heat of the hard surface actually aided their pleasure. It was apparent from the start that this was going to be quick.

Trenton immediately made helpless noises of pleasure. The bouncing weight of Jennifer’s buttocks forced her to take him so deeply, so their bodies made full contact with one another. It was the perfect combination of pressure and movement and heat. Pleasure coiled up at her core, threatening to burst with every wiggle. Every thrust.

He tipped their bodies sideways and rocketed into her. She arched her back away from him, driving her pelvis upward against him. The position was absolute perfection and Jennifer’s body was wracked with blissful endless clenches. It was a powerful orgasm, wrenching up from inside tightly around him. Their moans and wails filled the cove. They could not help it. The force between them was so pent up and powerful, they had to let go.

While she was still pulsing, he separated from her and positioned her to be splayed directly against the sun-baked rock. The heat against her erotically sensitive, delicate flesh made her pleasure draw out longer. She liked that he was so smart about her body.

Jennifer and Trenton jumped back into the pool and swam some more. They sunbathed until they were bone dry on the rocky surrounding. They dressed. The Ghosts of the Prairie had already arrived and they set up camp. It was a good thing, because Jennifer was feeling like she needed to get out of the sun.

Chapter Six

It was magical seeing Ghosts of the Prairie set up out on the gentle grasses of the Badlands prairie. It was almost like seeing a Native American encampment. Jennifer could sense the camaraderie and the closeness. These people really enjoyed being together.