Biker's Bride: A Bad Boy Romance (Demons MC) (Includes bonus novel Kinged!) (22 page)

It all drove me wild. My pussy was so wet, his cock just slid in and out, slick as hell. I threw my hair, wild with pleasure, moaning loud, begging him to keep fucking me.

And then it hit me like a train. The orgasm swept through me, dragging my mind away.

“Oh my god, Ford,” I said. “Oh fuck, oh I’m coming, oh, Ford, Ford, fuck me, Ford.”

“That’s right, come on my fat cock. Come for your fucking husband,” he said.

And I did. I came hard, his cock filling my pussy up as I worked my hips, gripping the cold steel of his bike, feeling the leather under my face.

I was panting, sweating, buzzing from the orgasm as he continued to fuck me, working himself up.

“Keep going,” I begged. “I want you to come. Fill me up. Come in me, Ford.”

“Fuck, girl, I love hearing you say that,” he grunted. “God I want to fill you up, your tight pretty pussy.”

He worked me and I moved my hips back, working them, rolling them, helping him. I wanted him to come so badly, needed it almost as much as I’d needed my own orgasm.

His hands gripped my hips as he fucked me hard up against his bike, fucking me deep and rough. “God damn,” he grunted, groaning. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

I felt him stiffen, his thrusts getting more insistent, deeper, stiffer. I took his solid cock, bucking my hips back against him, as he came.

“Shit,” he said, slowing down and finally stopping. “Fuck, you’re fucking incredible.”

He pulled away from me and I turned around, pressing my body against his, kissing him hard.

I was buzzing like crazy, floating from the orgasm, out of my mind on pleasure and joy.

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me, kissing me back.

“I want to do that every fucking day, girl,” he grunted.

“Maybe not outside like this every time,” I said, laughing.

“Afraid someone saw?” he asked.

“Maybe.”

“I just fucked Caralee’s tight fucking cunt,” he yelled, his voice echoing through the forest.

I slapped his arm, laughing. “Stop!”

“What? I’m not ashamed to announce it. I want the world to know how delicious you are.”

I smiled and pressed my face against his chest.

He held me like that. I didn’t want to dress, didn’t want to leave, but I knew we had to. His bike called to us.

Eventually we got our pants back on, climbed onto his motorcycle, and pulled back down the dirt road.

I clung to his chest as we sped along the highway together.

N
othing was better for my head than fucking Caralee. There wasn’t anything in the world that could take the stress away like that woman’s pussy. I had no clue how or why, but she was fucking incredible, insatiable, wet and amazing.

We headed back toward the clubhouse. I figured that would be the safest place to be for a while after the shootout, and plus, I needed to touch base with Larkin. I had to see what was going on.

Because we may have been close to finishing things, but we still had some damn work to do.

I kept thinking about Caralee the whole ride back. I could feel her gripping my body on the bike, her hands on my chest as the wind whipped past. It was becoming more about just keeping her safe, more about helping someone I knew from my past.

Hell, it always had been. I had to admit to myself that it was more than just because I fucking wanted to help her.

I felt something for her. Felt something I didn’t think I’d ever feel. Maybe I had always felt it; maybe it was always there, even back when she was just the girl across the street, the girl I couldn’t help but watch, the girl I wanted to get to know but was too busy chasing sluts all through town to do so.

One taste of her and I was hooked. That was all it took, one taste, and I couldn’t get her out of my head.

Caralee, my claimed bride, my wife.

We sped through town and parked outside the Demon Nest. The clubhouse looked surprisingly empty, especially considering what had gone down earlier.

I got off the bike and pulled Caralee along behind me.

“I need to find Larkin,” I said to her.

“Okay,” she said. “I see Janine over there.”

I nodded and gave her a look. She smiled back and headed off to sit with Janine and Clutch at the bar.

I went over to the back and knocked on Larkin’s door.

“Go away,” he yelled.

“It’s Ford,” I said.

There was a short pause. “Come in.”

I pushed the door open. Larkin looked up at me. “We’re knee-deep in shit right now,” he said.

“What’s up?”

“Local police being assholes. They want a larger cut to ignore what happened earlier.”

“Assholes.”

“This is the sort of shit you deal with as the damn president,” he said. “What can I do for you, Ford?”

“I talked to Jetter earlier,” I said, sitting down.

He raised an eyebrow. “Did you now?”

“He called me, wanted to give me half a million for Caralee.”

Larkin laughed. “I can’t imagine Jetter has that kind of money.”

“Yeah, neither can I.”

“He probably was going to rip you off and sell the girl to the Snakes.”

“Obviously I said no.”

Larkin nodded. “Obviously.”

“One more thing, prez,” I said. “Something about these drugs is bothering me.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, why would the Snakes go through so much damn trouble just for a briefcase full of smack?”

Larkin shrugged. “Maybe it’s an honor issue. They don’t like getting ripped off.” 

“Maybe. But they wouldn’t start a war over it.” I paused, frowning. “I want to see the stuff.”

Larkin jerked his head toward the corner of the room. “Be my fucking guest.”

I saw the briefcase sitting against the wall and grabbed it. I opened it up and looked at the drugs wrapped neatly in their plastic. “Just doesn’t make sense,” I said.

“Drugs. That’s all this is about.”

I pulled my knife from my belt and jabbed it down into the drugs. “Maybe,” I muttered.

“Careful,” Larkin said. “We might still need that shit.”

I rooted around in the heroin, using my knife to dig into the bricks. I narrowed my eyes as I felt something, something hard and small, like pebbles. I reached my fingers in there.

“What are you doing?” Larkin grumbled. “I said to be careful.”

I pulled my hand out and opened it.

Hidden in the powder were small, nearly clear rocks. They were cut perfectly and reflected the light.

Diamonds.

“Look,” I said, laughing. I held my hand up to Larkin.

“Well, I’ll be fucking damned,” he said. “Diamonds.”

“This wasn’t about drugs. This was about diamonds.” I laughed, shaking my head.

“Fuck,” he said. “Their supplier must have been passing them some diamonds hidden in the shit, and the Rebels didn’t even know it.”

“So when they tried to rip off the Snakes, they started some serious shit without realizing it.”

“The Snakes think Caralee stole diamonds from them, not just drugs.” Larkin shook his head. “This explains a lot.”

“And Jetter had no fucking clue that he probably had millions of dollars of diamonds in his possession.”

Larkin and I stared at each other as the truth slowly sank in. There were probably a bunch more diamonds hidden in the case, which meant there was a ton of money sitting in my lap.

I dropped my handful of diamonds back into the case and shut the lid.

“Put the case down, son,” Larkin growled.

I stared at him. “We have to give this back.”

“Fuck no,” he said. “That’s a lot of money to just give back to our rivals.”

“They’re not our rivals,” I said, “and we don’t need it. We’re the biggest, baddest gang in the state.”

“Exactly. We don’t return millions.”

“If we keep it, they’ll come at us. They won’t stop until we’re all dead or they’re all dead. We’ll destroy each other.”

“That’s for the council to decide,” he said. “Put the case down and keep your mouth shut.”

I stared at him, a war slowly raging inside me. If I ran right now, I could probably get away. But I’d be running for the rest of my life. Caralee would be safe, but I’d be gone.

I promised her I wouldn’t run again.

But if I ran, I could save her, make things right.

I stood up, holding the case. Larkin was tensed, ready to spring, probably ready to gun me down.

I weighed my chances, stared him down. I could get out faster than he could shoot, I was sure of it.

But it was club over everything. Always had been, always would be. I was a Demon for the rest of my fucking life, and I’d be loyal until I died.

I couldn’t run out on Caralee, and I couldn’t run out on my club. Even if that would save everyone.

I put the case down on the chair.

Larkin relaxed. “I’ll voice your concerns to the council,” he said.

“Do that.”

“Get out.”

I nodded, turned, and left.

For a brief moment I had held the key to everything in my hands, the key to all this shit. I’d had millions of dollars worth of drugs and diamonds, and I chose to put them down.

Not for myself. If I chose for myself, I would have run and given the shit back just to clear Caralee’s name.

Instead, I chose loyalty to the club, but also loyalty to the promise I’d made her.

I wouldn’t run away, not from her, and not from my club.

“H
ow’s married life?” Janine asked me.

Clutch laughed and drank his beer. I shrugged. “It’s fine,” I said. “Not real, though.”

“Real enough I bet,” Clutch said. “You guys been fuckin’ like rabbits?”

Janine smacked his arm. “Cut it out, you ape.”

“What? I’m just askin’.”

I shook my head. “No, of course not.”

“Of course not?” Janine asked. “Okay, whatever you say.”

“Not like Ford,” Clutch grumbled. “Not like him at all.”

“What do you mean?”

Janine gave Clutch a look. “I already told her.”

“You told her that Ford is a manwhore?” Clutch laughed. “Traitor.”

“She needed to know.”

“Maybe.” Clutch looked at me. “Ford’s been in every pussy this half of Austin, maybe the whole city. Who knows?”

I nodded, blushing. Thinking about him having sex with another girl made my jealousy flare like crazy, but I didn’t have any real claim over him. “It’s okay,” I said. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Guess not now,” Clutch said. “He never married one of them. Actually, he never saw one more than a single night.” He roared with laughter again.

Janine rolled her eyes. “Ignore him, sweetie,” she said. “How have things been, seriously?”

“Okay,” I said. “Stressful obviously. Lots of stuff going on.”

She nodded. “I don’t know all the details, but I hear it’s crazy.”

“And you don’t need to know,” Clutch grumbled.

Janine gave him a sarcastic look. “Club business, I know,” she said.

I laughed, shaking my head. I’d never noticed before the genuine affection between Clutch and Janine, but it was definitely there. I wasn’t sure either of them noticed it yet. Maybe they would.

I drank a gin and tonic and sat around, still floating on air from my sex with Ford earlier. The morning attack was fading into memory, though the fear still lingered at the edges of my mind.

Still, there was something else there pushing away everything else. It was a feeling that I thought had gone away a long time ago, a long-buried feeling.

Ford gave it to me. Ford made me float, made me feel right, safe, good. I realized in that moment that I had been waiting for Ford to come back for so long, for the man on the bike to finally return and pull me away from everything I was trying to get away from.

My time with Rod was just a placeholder for Ford. I hated to admit that, but Rod just never made me feel the way that Ford did. Rod was a good guy, a good friend, but I didn’t love him.

I didn’t love him like I was in love with Ford.

The thought hit me like a lightning bolt.

I was in love with Ford Cook. I was in love with my husband, my badass biker husband.

“Caralee.”

I looked up, startled. Ford was grinning at me.