4 Horsemen Novella! Kayla's Ride (Sons of San Merced Erotic Motorcycle Club Biker Romance) (4 page)

Never thought I’d be back here.” Famine said, stepping back off the bike and pulling the door closed behind us. Bathed in darkness, I could hear Famine’s steps walking past as if he were familiar with his surroundings, and a light flickered on to prove it. His hand out, I walked toward the interior door. We stepped over the threshold together, and once inside I landed with a thud on a chair in the small dining room. Lights flickered to life and I surveyed the place. Dust covered everything.

“What is this?” I asked, looking around the room. It was like going back in time. The patterns, the objects, the answering machine blinking on the counter, the large fat TV.

“This is a safe place… I used to vacation here when I wanted to get away from the MC for awhile, or when I needed to lay low. Nobody comes to Blythe. Nobody knows who I am here. It was easy to keep this place secret.”

“I need to know what’s really going on. Conquest was talking about bigger fish. What are we doing, really?” I asked, quietly.

“I’ll explain everything, but first, we need a shower.” Famine was looking me over and I was immediately self-conscious. I glanced down, my shirt pressed against me dirty skin, the dust of the desert worked into ever crevice of cloth. I was a wreck!

“Bathroom is down the hall, I’ll use the master. I’ve got some clothes I can lay out for you.”

Famine didn’t look any better, Dust coating his leather. He tossed our helmets on the table, walking confidently into one of the bedrooms. I heard water starting up and took the quiet moment to breathe. Standing, I made my way down the hall to the second bathroom, slipping out of the dirty clothes as I turned on the hot water.

A good shower was always hot. The spray stung on my skin but did a fine enough job of washing away the sweat and fear and worry of the world. I scrubbed with a positively ancient bar of soap, its suds stinging the still healing cuts on my hands, trying my best to feel clean again. I stood there in the steam until the heat gave out, the water coming down colder and colder, bringing my body temperature back to Earth. Outside the shower, I stood dripping wet on the mat, not willing to use the old dust covered towel. I slid my hands along my skin, flicking water about before drawing my long hair back and using my fingers as makeshift combs. For a moment, I felt almost human again. Almost. Staring at myself in the mirror, I turned, surveying the damage from a few nights prior. Outside of a minor bruise or two, I was more or less intact. Tucking the hair back into a bun, I grabbed the metal pen and skewered it.

Famine’s voice came through the door, startling me. “Clothes here, I’ll leave them.”

I cracked the door, grabbing everything off the floor. It was a pair of deep red silk boxers and a large impeccably tailored button-up shirt. I slipped the shirt over myself, thankful that Famine had a solid chest as I buttoned it up to my cleavage, covering myself as best I could. The silken shorts slid on like a glove, tracing along my legs and holding against my skin. They were clean, but smelled faintly stale - they’d probably spent years folded up in a drawer. Looking at myself in the mirror, even given the circumstances, I looked pretty good. My feet carried me out to the living room, seeking answers.

Famine looked even better than I did.

I found myself staring at his legs. Famine was standing in the living room holding a bottle of whiskey and a tall glass, a towel carefully strapped around his waist. His tanned skin rippled with muscle from his shoulders on down, but what had caught my attention wasn’t his perfect abs or amazing chest, it was the line of dark stitches holding his thigh together. Famine was right, whoever they had working there was an artist. Even with my little bit of nurse training I never could have closed that cut up so cleanly.

Famine sat, pointing to the chair across the coffee table. “I can explain…”

I settled down on the edge of the seat, digging my nails into my palm to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. The pain swelled from my hand and I frowned.

Famine began. “The Kings want to bring something in through the docks, and they need our help to do it.”

“What is it?” I replied, curious where this was going.

“Look, we’re no saints. We let some things through, get our hands dirty, turn the FBI onto the small players shipping in drugs or weapons. We’re there to play defense against the big stuff.”

“Big stuff?”

“Terrorists, big cartels, and right now, something totally different.”

I was silent, waiting for his words with my breath held in my throat.

“The Kings are bringing in women.”

I gasped. “Human trafficking? Immigrants?”

“Sex slaves, prostitutes, mostly out of China and the Phillipines.”

“Why didn’t you stop them?”

“We didn’t know.”

“You know now. You’re stopping them now?”

He stopped, drawing a deep breath through his nose before letting out a long sigh. “It’s, complicated.”

“Complicated? It’s people!” I protested, gripping the arms of the chair.

“Yes, I know… But to stop them, we need to cut off the head. The Kings are players, not the coach.”

I looked down at my hands, rolling them over and surveying the small gouges in my delicate skin. “They tried to kill you…”

“You don’t know that. We have enemies.”

“So what are you saying Famine?”

“I’m saying we need to make a deal, bring in a container or two, and figure out who’s in charge. Then, we shut it down for good.”

“And if it was the Kings? The ones in the parking lot? The man who grabbed me…”

Anger flashed in Famine’s eyes, and something else. He stood up, his legs carrying him across the carpet toward me. My nose filled with his scent, the leather, the sandalwood, and something else. I drew the scent in greedily; it was the scent that screamed something raw and primal. Sex.

“You felt it, back at the bar, didn’t you?” Famine whispered.

I shuddered. His scent was intoxicating, drawing me in. He pressed his face near my neck, inhaling as he drew up behind my ear.

“If it was the Kings, if they hurt you, I’ll kill them.”

I thought back to the parking lot, to the fight. I could see the silhouettes of the men fighting as the tunnel of darkness drew in, and Famine, the way he threw himself into the fight.

“Thank you,” I whispered, the word barely leaving my lips. “Tell me something, before we….”

“What do you need to know?” Famine growled, his hand against my cheek.

“What is your name? Your real name?”

“My name is Mark,” he said, drawing my head back with his hand, locking his lips onto my own. I jousted with him, our kiss passionate and hungry in a way nearly animal in its ferocity. When he pulled away I found myself whimpering. I’d seen too much, learned too much, and yet I was totally at this man’s mercy. Desire flowed through my veins, sinful intent pouring from my every inch of skin.

“I’m sorry. I am having difficulty controlling myself.” Mark said quietly, tearing himself away from me. “Every since I first saw you…”

The taste of his tongue lingered on my mouth, his musk still dancing in my nostrils. I focused on it, as if my sense of smell was magnified, my whole body at the peak of it’s sensitivity. It was intoxicating, clouding my senses, testing me, teasing me. I let out a little moan, his closeness pushing buttons I didn’t even know I had. I could feel my body preparing for him, waiting for something.

Waiting for a command…

My eyes watered as I stared at Mark, and my hands instinctively went to his side. I touched the edge of his hip, tugging at the towel.

“Yes… You understand, don’t you?”

“Destiny,” I whispered.

“You are mine.”

Mark’s voice was soft, entrancing, losing all of the edge it had held. I was too lost in thought to notice that he had closed the gap between even tighter, his chest a breath away from my own. His rough hand fell on my own, electricity flowed up from his fingertips.

“I want you,” He said, pulling me effortlessly off the seat. I felt light as a feather as he threw my body over his shoulder. My head swam, drinking deeply of Mark’s scent. I lost myself as he hauled my body like a primitive caveman toward the bedroom. The blankets flew from the bed in one dusty and swift swipe of his arm as he tossed me down on the clean underlying sheet, my body bouncing.

I couldn’t resist, his scent bringing out a hunger within me, a sexual beast that knew no bounds. I’d felt it before, with every bad boy in a line of bad boys… The fear melted away, the surprise, the whole world. I was here in the moment and my mind was lost to the hunger. I drew in a sharp breath as he pulled back, the towel coming free from his waist. Famine’s long and rapidly expanding cock hung in the open, growing harder as he pulled the silken boxers over my delicately wide hips. His hands reached up, ripping the shirt he had given me wide open, buttons flying in every direction as my chest was exposed to the air.

“I’ve wanted this Kayla… I’ve wanted you so bad.”

I moaned as I felt the head of his shaft press up against my wetness. My head swam with horniness, the raw moment between us removing any gentleness.

“I’ve…. I’ve wanted it too Mark.” There was no use hiding it. I’d spent my time in that restaurant making love to a cake, wishing it was the dark stranger at the whim of my mouth and fingertips.

Reaching down I stroked his cock, wrapping both hands around him. I wanted to feel it inside me more than anything, but Famine had different ideas. He gripped my wrists, throwing them above my body as he surveyed my exposed skin. His fingertips danced across me, dragging down my neck, along the curve of my shoulder, around the rise of my breasts, and down the swell of my belly. His mouth followed, kisses that were shockingly gentle sending shivers down my spine.

“Oh Mark.” I cried out as his lips made contact with the valley between my breasts before tracing a line down past my belly button. A kiss fell just shy of my wetness, and then, the lips were upon me, encircling my most sensitive button.

“Mark!”

His tongue lashed out, taking a languishingly long route along my outer lips, barely parting them from the bottom up, ever so lightly bumping into my clitoris before starting its slow trip back down. I could hear him breathe my scent. Mark was tasting me like a fine wine. I reached down, pulling his head between my hips harder, but he reached up and threw my hands away pinning them on either side of my hips as he continued with his slow pace.

“Please!” I whispered, and Mark rewarded me, his tongue drawing a swift circle around my sensitive button. He drank deeply of my well, lavishing me in wave after wave of pleasure. For a moment, I lost track of my mind, forgetting all of the horrors that had brought me to this place. My universe was in this bed, my man, my pussy, and the tongue that teased me higher and higher.

I exploded in pleasure, the waves of an orgasm crashing over my body. The ride had put my pussy on edge, the vibrations driving me wild with every passing mile. Finally rolling over the precipice after a day of teasing was beyond anything I had ever experienced. My hips shuddered, pressing me to his lips, melding us together into one creature that knew nothing but the sensations it was experiencing. We rocked together, connected.

His hands gripped my hips, so strong as they drew me up, lifting me from the bed and bringing me down as he rolled in one swift motion. The ease by which he manhandled my body sent shivers up my spine as I was impaled on his hard cock. I arched my back, feeling Mark sink deeper until I was tightly against him. Just as smoothly, he lifted me again, his cock sliding back out to the very tip, dancing on the lips of my labia before plunging home a second time.

“Oh yes…” I hissed, my nails digging into Mark’s chest and dragging across his skin viciously. He growled, doubling the pace as he lifted my body, using me, making me his. Pleasure coursed through my body, overwhelming my senses. Each stroke was harder, each thrust rocking the bed as he slid into me. This wasn’t love making, this was fucking. Hard wet fucking. I wasn’t about to be a mere passenger.

“Fuck me harder…” I cried, his hips pounding home wildly as I rocked above him, his cock rising to meet me as he pulled my hips down far harder than gravity and would allow. My knees spread wide, my pussy stretching around his incredible cock. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced before. Our animal passion drove us together as I collapsed into his chest, my breasts pressed tightly against him as his hips pivoted. Famine’s teeth bit into my shoulder, the pain mixing with pleasure as he kissed the spot.

Suddenly, I was airborne again, Famine flipping me effortlessly over him until I was on my knees, presenting my round ass to him. He wasted no time in driving his cock into me from behind, his hand slamming down with a satisfying crack, my mind overwhelmed by sensation. I bounced against him, rolling my hips as he slid inward, leaning my head back as he gripped my hair bun and pulled the long hair free.

“You are a goddess…” Mark whispered, admiring the view as I took over, forcing myself backward around him. I smiled, driving myself with wild abandon, moaning loudly.

“Deeper…” I shouted, prodding him to match my effort. His hips rocked, cock slamming forward, thrusting into my hot pussy. I was stretched and filled to the absolute limit