Banger's Ride: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 5) (18 page)

After a bit of coaxing, Belle finally agreed to go home with Banger, and he knew she was expecting to see the house the way it was the previous time she’d been there. When he led her into the family room, he heard her gasp behind him as he bent over to light the wood in the fireplace. Before he had a chance to stand, Belle knelt beside him, brushing the side of his face with kisses as delicate as a butterfly’s wings. He pivoted around, his arms encircling her waist and drew her in, his lips hungry for hers. When her lips pressed against his, the tip of her tongue pushed against the seam, lighting his brain on fire, and causing molten desire to flow through him. Her arms reached up and tangled around his strong neck, and he held her so close to him that their breaths mingled.

Breaking away, she panted, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“And miss out on
this
?” His voice was husky even though his eyes smiled. He kissed her again, pulling her head back so he could delve in deeper, her moans echoing down his throat. In one fluid movement, he stood, taking Belle with him. He led her to his bedroom, and he saw her eyes glance at the dresser, looking for the wedding photo. When it wasn’t there, her kiss intensified, and Banger pushed her gently on the bed, staring down at her as he ripped off his shirt. She lay there, her tits pushing up and down from her heavy breathing, her eyes smoldering with an intense fire. He inhaled sharply, he couldn’t pull his gaze away from her; he needed to lose himself in her lush body.

“Take your top off,” he ordered, his breath erratic.

She obeyed, unbuttoning the small, green pearls slowly, her eyes locked with his. His dick was on fire as she teased him with each button she undid. She was fucking teasing him, and he loved it. He forced himself to stand still and watch as she slipped her top down her shoulders and then her arms, revealing her rounded breasts covered in a gold, lacy bra. He clenched his teeth as she reached behind her then the straps of her bra slid down, and she removed her bra. From where he stood, he could see her hard nipples and the puckering of the skin around them. He wanted to bite them and suck them deeply in his mouth, but he held back and watched her unbutton her jeans, scooting off the bed while she slowly tugged them over her hips, thighs, and calves. Her jeans laid pooled around her feet, and she stepped out of them, standing before him in the sexiest panties he’d ever seen on a woman.

“Play with your tits for me,” he demanded, and she cupped her breasts and kneaded them with her hands. She threw her head back and her lips parted, and Banger wanted those lips around his cock so badly, but he just watched as she pinched and flicked her long nail over he hard buds.

“You like watching me touch myself? You want to know what I like?”

“Yeah. It’s hot seeing you play with your big tits.”

“I like the way you touch them.”

Her gaze never left his, and his jean had grown uncomfortable. “Slip off your panties. I want to see your sweet pussy.”

With a wicked smile, Belle glided her panties down her legs then stepped out of them. Her skin shone in the golden glow of the lamp, and the moonlight bathed her in brilliance. She was so gorgeous, and he wanted to jump her, consume her, fuck her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk. Belle had grabbed him by the balls, and he was so enjoying the ride.

His staring must have made her self-conscious because she crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her lovely tits. “Uncross your arms. I want to see all of you.”

Slowly she uncrossed them, but she fidgeted in place. “You like what you see?” There was a tinge of self-doubt in her voice.

How in the hell could she not see that he was loving what he saw? He nodded and walked toward her. Bending down, he took hungry possession of her mouth, his tongue plundering her dark recesses. His ferocity must have taken her by surprise, because she lost her balance, but his strong arm held her, drawing her close to him, as he continued his frenzied assault. Each whimper of pleasure went straight to his cock and fired every nerve in his body, and he cupped her ass cheeks tightly in his hands, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

As they kissed, Belle unzipped his jeans, and when her warm fingers curled around his pulsing cock, a low growl came from deep in his throat. He moved his hand to her pussy, dripping with her juices, and he buried his finger deep in her folds, stroking her until he felt her sweet spot harden. As he touched her, he felt her hot skin tremble beneath his hands, and he inhaled the scent of her arousal—she was ready for him.

“Turn around so your ass is facing me.” He nudged her around.

When she was standing in front of him, his eyes ran up the length of her, lingering on her ass and the small of her back. He leaned over and traced a slow, wet trail from the back of her neck all the way down to her quivering ass cheeks.

“Bend over,” he demanded.

Belle bent over, her delicious ass cheeks spreading showing him her rosy, glistening pussy. He almost lost his load looking at how beautiful she was. Kneeling down, he spread her globes even farther then with one, long swipe, he ran his tongue from her wet slit to the top of her clit.

“Oh, God, Banger,” she moaned, squirming under his touch.

“You like that? I bet it feels real good, huh?” He slipped two fingers into her, and her legs bucked. He drank her, savoring her scent and taste as he slid his tongue over her again and again.

When her legs tightened, he knew she was on the precipice, so he pulled the nightstand drawer and grabbed a foil packet. Ripping it open with his teeth, he hurriedly rolled it on. He wanted her in the worst way—her taste, scent, and feel of her skin next to his drove him fucking wild.

“Bend over,” he rasped.

Belle complied, her hands holding on the chair next to the nightstand.

“Spread those sexy legs wider.” He was pressed against her back, breathing in her ear. He grabbed her tits and massaged them, pulling the nipples down hard as she groaned and shook under his touch. Stepping back he took in the way her breasts were slightly swaying as they hung down, her ass was flexing—from excitement, he guessed—and he swollen pussy was shining wet.
Fucking awesome!

He took his dick and rubbed it in her juiciness, then with one hard roll of his hips, he entered her wet heat. Her loud gasp filled his ears and pushed him on. He slammed into her over and over, smacking her jiggling ass, squeezing her bouncing tits, and stroking her sweet nub.

Hard. Deep. Rough.

“You want more?” he grunted as his hips thrust against her, and her ass pushed back and wiggled against him.

“Yeah. Feels so good. Damn.”

He kissed her back then pushed harder and rougher, loving the way the walls of her pussy clamped around him. It was the best fucking feeling, it was like being burned alive with the sweetest heat. Wrapping his hand around her thick hair, he pulled her head back, and she screamed out, “Damn, I’m coming. Oh, I’m coming!” She writhed and moaned as her legs quivered and her heated walls clenched around his hardness like a vise. Her panting and shaking wrapped around him, and the pressure within him began to build until he couldn’t hold it in anymore, crossing the threshold into an insane explosion.

As his hot seed spurted into the sheath, he dug his fingers into her hips, holding on for dear life. With his head tilted back, his eyes closed, he grunted, “Fuck, woman. Fuck!”

Leaning down, he kissed the top of her back as he stroked her sides. Belle’s whole body was still shaking, and she was short of breath as she came. Banger’s face was soaked, and when he pulled out, her legs gave out, and he caught her and placed her on the bed, lying down beside her.

He curled his arms around her, and her short pants became more normal as they lay together basking in the pleasure of their union. “You’re somethin’, you know that?” He threaded his fingers through her hair, kissing her lightly.

“You bring out the sexy woman I always wanted to be in bed.” She kissed his shoulder.

Drowsiness overcame him, and he held her close, his eyelids heavy, his body sated.
This woman makes me feel things I thought had died with Grace.
And that was the last thought he had before sleep overtook him.

S
everal days later,
Banger called church in order to finalize the plans for the arms deal. Hawk and his crew had secured the various weapons sooner than they thought possible.

Banger slammed the gavel on the table. “Shut the fuck up! We got shit to go over. First thing is: who the fuck beat the shit outta the two citizens at Steelers on Saturday night?” Steelers was a popular bar and restaurant frequented by bikers. Every so often, citizens would show up to down a few drinks, watch the fights on the big-screen TVs, or hit on the women who hung around waiting for some fun with a biker.

Several eyes turned to Rock, who leaned against the concrete wall, a scowl on his face.

“You done that shit? Did you have a reason, or were you just bored?” Banger asked while the membership laughed.

“The fuckers were messing with a chick who only wanted biker cock. I told them to back off, and they challenged me. I fuckin’ warned them.” Rock grumbled, his voice laced with a Cajun accent. The Sergeant-At-Arms hailed from Lafayette, Louisiana, and had joined up with the Insurgents six years past. He was a man of few words, preferring to act rather than talk. After Jax had been stripped of the position, the club unanimously voted Rock to take over, and he rose to the occasion.

“Were there many citizen witnesses?” Banger asked as he shuffled through some papers Hawk had handed him.

“Nah. Mostly bikers. No one’s fuckin’ snitching.”

Banger looked at Axe. “You, Jax, Chas, PJ, and Rags pay a private visit to the assholes. Make sure they understand what happens to people who testify against an Insurgent. That should solve the problem. If it doesn’t, we’ll have to make them disappear. These fuckin’ citizens come to our bars pretending to be badass. It gets them in trouble every time.” He stared at Rock then Axe. “I don’t want this shit blowin’ up in our faces. Take care of it. Fast.”

Rock grunted while Axe tilted his chin up. Banger knew he could count on them to bury the incident in whatever way was necessary. “All right. Let’s talk about when we deliver the goods to the Mexicans. And those—” he pointed to the rocket launchers and AK-47s spread out on the table “—are beauties.”

“I brought a few of them here to show everyone where their money was going.” Hawk smiled. “We got all the stuff in the storehouse.”

As they discussed the day and time the assigned group would meet up with the Mexican revolutionaries, Bruiser’s loud, angry voice silenced the room. “Who the fuck are you and why are you in here?”

Banger looked in the direction Bruiser was pointing, and he stepped back a couple of steps. A flush of adrenaline tingled through his body as his steely blue eyes landed on Belle, who stood inside the room staring at the weapons on the table. Banger gave the gavel to Hawk. “Take over,” he growled, then he walked over to Belle, yanked her hard, and dragged her out of the room, the door slamming behind them.

When he pushed Belle into a small room, he pounced on her. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Sour bile rose in his throat as heat flushed through his body.

Beads of sweat were visible on her forehead. “I came to see you. I thought it’d be a nice surprise for you. I see now it wasn’t.” She looked down at her feet.

“What were you doing in the room where we were having church?” His nostrils flared.

“Church? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was looking for you, and I heard your voice, so I went in to see you.” She grasped his hand, but he pulled away.

“You fuckin’ never do shit like that, woman. What the fuck is the matter with you? What did you hear? How long were you standing there? You tell me what the fuck you heard and saw. Now!”

Belle backed away from him, but he moved toward her. “I’m sorry. I really am. I didn’t mean any harm. I didn’t hear or see anything.”

“Bullshit! I saw you staring at the table. Fuck, Belle. Fuck!”

She brought her fingers to her lips; her face had turned white as snow. “Okay, I saw some guns. They looked like machine guns, but I don’t know why they were there. I didn’t hear you say anything about them. I only came to see you. I knocked on the door, but no one answered, and I heard your voice. It’s all a misunderstanding. You have to believe me. You have to.” Her voice hitched, and her eyes glimmered with tears threatening to spill over.

Banger eyed her, his insides battling with him. Was she telling him the truth? How much did she hear? He pressed his lips together in a grimace. Should he believe her?

She ran her finger up his arm. It was a soft and intimate gesture which set off a small spark in him. Looking at him with pleading eyes, she said softly, “Please, you have to believe me. I was looking for you. I didn’t know it would be a problem if I went into the room. I really am sorry.”

“You
never
fuckin’ enter a room when the members are having church. Never.”

She nodded. “I know that now, and I’ll never do it again.” She took out a tissue and dabbed at the corners of her eyes. That small gesture twisted his heart.
Fuck, I’ve got a soft spot for her.

A loud knock on the door made her jump, and he gripped her elbow to keep her from falling down. “Come in,” Banger said.

Rock stuck his head in. “You need me to take care of her?”

Banger shook his head. “It was an accident. She doesn’t know shit.”

He saw the glimmer of surprise flash in the Sergeant-At-Arm’s black eyes.
Fuck, he’s figuring I’m thinking with my cock instead of my head. What a fuckin’ mess.
“You can go.”

Rock jerked his chin and closed the door.

“What did he mean by ‘take care’ of me?” Belle asked in a low voice.

“We don’t like people knowing our club business. You’re damn lucky I got a soft spot for you. Fuck, Belle, don’t wander around the clubhouse again. If you come to see me, sit your ass in the bar and fuckin’ wait for me. You just can’t go bursting in on church.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Fuck.”