Banger's Ride: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 5) (34 page)

After kissing her for several minutes, slow and sensual, he ran his mouth down her neck, nipping and licking it. He pulled down her dress to reveal her shoulder then pressed his mouth on her soft, delicate skin. His hands slid down further, and hers ran down the length of his back, landing on his butt. They took their time undressing one another, her carefully unzipping his pants, him deliberately unclasping her bra. As he removed her clothes, he kissed and stroked the just-revealed spot before moving on to the next; by the time she stood naked before him, her body hummed with excitement, every nerve zapping pleasure through her.

Gently, he lay her on his king-sized bed and hovered over her, his eyes catching hers in an intense gaze of desire and love. They kissed deeply and passionately, and his hardness rested against her throbbing mound. For a long time, they kissed and caressed each other until he rose up. “I’ll be right back,” he said, then went to the bathroom.

She watched him shuffle away, his taut ass flexing with every step.
Simply magnificent
. Her breathing deepened. She knew he wasn’t searching for a condom since they’d stopped using them when she started using the pill. In a few seconds, he came out with a small glass filled with a bit of water. “You thirsty?” she asked.

With a smoldering look, he nodded. He leaned over her again and kissed her, his hand cupping and massaging her breast. He took the glass and drizzled warm water over her breasts, slowly licking it up. The sensual surprise made her flesh tingle. His hands and mouth explored every part of her, connecting them through touch.

“You’re the only one for me,” he whispered against her skin.

“I love you so much,” she replied, gliding her hands down his spine, then running her fingers along the crease where his thigh met his groin. He moaned as he continued exploring her body with his lips, tongue, and hands. Closing her eyes, she relaxed and reveled in the exquisite pleasure he was giving her.

When he moved back up her body, his lips landed on hers and they kissed, deep and wet. She pushed up on her elbows and rested her hands on his shoulders, gently guiding him onto his back. “I want to
feel
you,” she said in a low voice as she kissed him softly along his forehead, moving down his face. Peppering his neck with kisses, she ran her fingers against his firm skin, loving its smooth texture. She lay her head against his chest and listened to his pounding heart as his arousal escalated, then she nuzzled him all over, inhaling his essence.

“You are so beautiful,” he said as his eyes locked with hers, his fingers tangling in her hair.

Belle kept his gaze and rubbed her tits on his chest, capturing his lips. Slowly, she pulled up, her talons scratching down his torso until her fingers wrapped around his stiff dick. He sucked in his breath, and she saw desire and heat in his eyes. She lifted her ass and stroked his hardness with her mound, his cock’s head parting her wet lips, brushing next to her throbbing clit.

Straddling him, she glided his dick deep inside her, her eyes fixed on his as she pulled his hardness out. Over and over, his cock went in and out of her as she leaned in slightly, her tits swaying. Banger grabbed her breasts and played with them, tweaking her marble-hard beads, and she bent down and kissed him as her pussy swallowed then released him. Leaning back, she fingered her clit then put her finger in his mouth. He sucked her juices off as his gaze held hers. “You taste and smell fuckin’ awesome, babe.”

She bent over again and kissed his lips, tasting herself on them. He placed his hands on her hips and thrust into her, rocking and bucking until his legs tightened. She felt his warm seed filling her while her pussy clenched tightly around him as he came, milking every last drop from his dick. They locked their gazes as he came, followed by her own crashing waves of ecstasy. At that moment, when Belle held his eyes, she felt truly bonded to him; she knew that, no matter what happened in life, they would always have each other.

“I love you.” His voice was low and gruff, and she felt his body relax.

“You’re wonderful,” she whispered against his neck as she lay across his chest. It seemed like forever passed before she rolled off his body and tucked herself in to him, her back molded against his stomach. He curled his arm around her and hugged her tightly.

“I’m so fuckin’ lucky I found you. You’re the half that makes me whole.” Banger moved her hair away from her face and kissed her.

“I never thought I’d ever find my soulmate. You’re my rock, my love, my world.” Belle brought his hand up to her lips and kissed it.

They lay, sated, his leg draped over her, arms around her. As she listened to his deepening breaths, she knew she’d been blessed with a loving man who would be a wonderful husband and a great father to her kids.

Life didn’t get any better than this one solitary moment.

O
n Thursday morning
at eleven o’clock, Belle heard Holly’s car horn as she scrambled around, throwing sunscreen, lipstick, and sunglasses into her tote. She ran out of the house and jumped into Holly’s car, panting. “Sorry, I had a late start this morning. This is gonna be so much fun!”

Holly picked up a thermos, shook it, and said, “I brought refreshments. It’s time we have some fun without the men.” She handed it to Belle.

“You’re so bad.” Belle laughed as she unscrewed the thermos and a strong whiff of tequila stung her nostrils. “I’m gonna be blasted off my ass before we even get to Silverplume.”

“We got all day to shop. If we get too drunk, hell, we’ll spend the night. We’re just two free agents today.” Holly glanced at Belle. “I still can’t believe you’re engaged to the president of the Insurgents. Fuck, that’s badass. I still can’t see you as a biker chick.”

“I know. Sometimes I can’t believe it, either. I mean, I was head of the Ladies Society of Roses back in Lakeview. Fuck, I was a Girl Scouts’ leader for Emily’s troop. Now I can’t wait to wrap my arms around Banger and speed down the highway on his Harley. I never pictured this.” Belle stretched her arm out in front of her, her diamond-encrusted ring gleaming in the sun. “Want to see my ring again?”

Holly rolled her eyes. “I’ve only seen it a ton of times. It’s beautiful. I bet it cost plenty. How many carats are in that damn thing?”

“The solitaire is three carats and the rest are about two. I never saw a black diamond before. I love it. I love my ring. I love Banger. I love life, and I especially love this ‘punch’ you made.” Belle giggled and took a big swig of the syrupy-sweet drink.

With the windows down, the radio blasting eighties tunes, the two women zipped down the highway. “How’s Banger in bed?” Holly asked as she turned the radio down.

Belle’s face lit up. “Awesome!”

Holly looked over, her expression hard. “Really? Too bad you’re not into sharing. I wouldn’t mind trying him out. Darren is strictly a ‘missionary with the lights off’ kind of guy. Banger doesn’t strike me like that.”

“Not at all. He’s just so fucking good. He’s the best.” Belle blushed and covered her mouth. “I don’t think he’d want me talking about our lovemaking. He’s a very private person.”

“All one percenters are private. You know, all that ‘club business’ bullshit.”

They sped on and Belle laughed, taking another swig of alcohol punch as Holly cranked up the radio and they sang along to Mötley Crüe’s “Girls, Girls, Girls.”

*     *     *

Banger finished turning
the last screw in the bookcase that Belle had given him to assemble for Ethan’s room when his phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and was surprised to see Cara’s name on the screen.

“What’s up, Cara?”

“I have some disturbing news I want to share with you. I’ve been trying to get a hold of Belle all morning, but I can’t get through.”

“She went to Silverplume to do some shopping. Reception is the shits in some areas on the drive up there. What’s going on?”

“I had my private investigator digging around in the death of her husband. I know the cops are chomping at the bit to arrest her, so I wanted to see what I could find before anything like that happens. I looked at everyone who’s connected with her, her husband, and the two of them as a couple.”

“Okay….”

“I found out that her best friend, Holly, was a suspect in a murder case back in her hometown of Overton, Texas, and in Colorado Springs, she was a suspect in an attempted murder charge.”

His body stiffened and a heavy feeling punched through his stomach. “What the fuck?”

“It gets worse. Dean Wesley, my private eye, went to Colorado Springs and met up with the victim. She positively identified the picture of Holly, only Holly was going by the name Leeann back then. The woman said she was down on her luck, and Leeann took her in and helped her get back on her feet, and she was so grateful to her. Then Leeann had her sign some paperwork so, in case she got sick, Leeann could help her out. The victim was so appreciative of all that she’d done, she signed without reading the paperwork.”

“What the fuck did she sign?”

“A life insurance policy making Leeann the beneficiary. She and Leeann went out for a ride one day, and the victim said Leeann gave her something to drink that was drugged. Then she pulled onto a small road, and there was another car parked by the train tracks. A guy, who she recognized as Leeann’s brother, was leaning against it.”

“Fuck. I bet it was that sonofabitch Deadly Demon.”

“She said he always wore a leather vest with a patch, and he was in a motorcycle club, but she wasn’t sure the name of it. I bet you’re right, Banger.”

“What the fuck did they do to her? Did the fucker rape her?”

“No, he didn’t. He pulled her out of the car and slammed her head hard with something. She was semi-conscious. They positioned her behind the wheel of the car and placed it on the train tracks. She pretended to be totally knocked out, so they left. She was so groggy she couldn’t muster the strength to move. She heard the train whistle, and she claimed a guardian angel helped her, because as the train approached she was able to move the car a bit. The car was still hit, but not full-on. She spent a year in rehab and will always walk with a limp.”

Banger shook with rage.

“And get this. Holly—or Leeann, or whoever the fuck she is—worked in a hospital both in Colorado Springs and in Lakeview. She would totally have had access to sux. I’d bet anything she killed Belle’s husband, but I’m not yet sure why. I’ll have to dig a bit deeper. When you see Belle, tell her to stay far away from Holly; she’s dangerous and crazy. Also, tell her to call me right away.”

“Fuck, Cara, Belle’s with the bitch.
She
arranged the trip today. Fuck, my woman’s in danger.”

“Do you know if Belle signed any papers for Holly?”

“I don’t know. Emily went to live with her for a bit, maybe Belle signed something then. I don’t know, but my gut tells me I gotta act fast. Fuck!”

“Do you have any way to track her? The trip to Silverplume is full of side roads. God, I’m so scared for her. I have to call Hawk, he’ll get the guys together to help you. Oh, God, Banger. I can’t—”

“I insisted that we install a tracking app on our phones. I can track her, I just hope it’s not too fuckin’ late. Tell Hawk to get the guys ASAP, bring his SUV, and come to my place. Move it!”

Banger slammed his fist on the bookshelf, cracking it in half.
If anything happens to Belle, I’ll fuckin’ lose it.
Within ten minutes, Hawk, Axe, Throttle, Bruiser, Rock, Chas, Puck, and Johnnie were ready to go. Banger said they’d take his and Hawk’s SUVs since the Harleys would be heard a mile away. He told Puck and Johnnie to bring the pickup truck and meet them at the spot, and they sped out of Pinewood Springs. Banger gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. As they drove, Hawk filled the brothers in on what was happening, and Banger cursed under his breath, swearing he’d track Holly and Scorpion down and make them suffer a slow and painful death if they hurt his woman.

B
elle held her
head as the landscape spun around her; she was woozy as hell, and she felt way drunker than she ought to have been, considering she hadn’t even drunk half a glass worth of the punch Holly made. “Damn,” she slurred. “Did you use moonshine? The drink was too strong. I feel sick.” She looked at Holly, who kept fading further and further away. She lifted her hand to put the thermos down and ended up dropping it to the floorboard; her hand muscles were weak and uncoordinated.
I feel so sluggish and tired. It’s like I’ve been drugged or something.
She moved her head, and it flopped to the side. With bleary eyes, she noticed that they’d left the highway and were driving on a dirt road. “Where’re we going?” she managed to get out of her dry mouth.

Holly laughed and stomped on the brakes, throwing Belle forward, her knees slamming into the glove compartment. Belle looked ahead and saw they were parked at the bank of the Colorado River.

“Did you drug me?” she asked her friend incredulously.

“You really are a fucking stupid bitch!” She shoved Belle back against the seat.