Ignition (BBW Alpha Male MC Biker Romance) (7 page)

     Victor
smiled at her.  “They don’t know you willingly participated.  I’ll say I
kidnapped you and forced you to come along.  And as long as you shed those
pretty little tears of yours, they’ll believe you.”

     Olivia
started huffing back an ugly cry.  “I can’t let you do that….I won’t let
you….”  She trailed off.  She didn’t quite believe her statement herself.  In
her truest heart, she thought she would buckle under the fear.  Even though she
didn’t want to.  She cared deeply about this man.

     Victor
turned sideways and unstrapped the helmet from her head.  He clumsily grabbed
her head with a handful of soft falling curls and held her to his chest.  “You
have to.  There is a purity of soul about you.  I don’t want to see that
snuffed out by the hard experiences I had to face.  Prison rarely takes a
person and reforms them.  It shapes a person’s spirit into something deformed,
twisted and angry.  The events that happen there stay with you, and stain your
memories and your soul forever. As a result, it impairs your ability to deal
with life once they set you free.”

     She
started sobbing into the flak jacket he had on.  He rubbed her back, and let
her cry it out.  He knew she needed to feel that loss before she could move
on.  He stroked her neck, and smoothed her hair, letting her know with every
gentle reassuring touch that with the life she was saying goodbye to, she
wouldn’t have to face it alone.  He would take some of that hurt she felt and
they would face the future head on together, hand in hand.

     He tossed
off his helmet, and tried to say something to make her feel better.  “You know,
there’s no other woman out there that has done as much for me as you have. No
one that has stuck by my side to the lengths you have.  And helped me see my
dreams to the end.  You are truly one in a kazillion, Olivia.  And because of
that, everything that I am now, I belong to you.”

     “You
should tattoo my name on you now.  Since I own you and everything,” she
snuffled into his chest.

      “Honey,
I already got one.”

    
“Where?” She looked up into his face, doubtfully.

     “I got
your name tattooed on my heart.  And it beats to the pronunciation of your
name.”

     Her
voice picked up pitch at the corny answer he gave her.  Even for her, it was
too over the top.  She couldn’t imagine a hardened criminal that did the serious
time he had just endured giving her such a ridiculous line.  Despite how upset
she was, she laughed.   “Ehhh.  That’s either really touching or really
cheesy.  Which one are you going for?’

     “Whichever
one works for you, baby.”

     “I
can’t imagine it working on any level, really,” she chuckled.

     Victor
looked around him.  No cars had passed by for several minutes.  He looked into
the treeline in the distance.

     “Hey
Livs, let’s wheel the bike into the woods for a while.  Take an extended
break.  Then we can head out and maybe get some lunch.  Then it’s off to
Shane’s place.  Once we’re done there, it’s vacation time.”

     “Who’s
Shane?” she asked.

     “He’s
last on our list of greatest hits.”

     “Sounds
good to me.  I don’t want to be picking up those bags again for quite a while
anyway.”

     Olivia
got off the bike, wiped the drying tears away from her eyes, grabbed the
helmets and walked beside Victor as he carried the bags and guided the bike
into the thick of the woods.  They walked past some low brush that crackled under
their feet.  At just a few yards in, they came to a small grassy shaded oasis
of green calm in the wood.  The forest enveloped them, forming a secure cocoon
around the pair, insulating them from the sounds of the outside world.  Victor
parked the bike in the center of the small clearing.

     “This
should do,” he said as he stabilized the bike and dropped the bags to the
ground a few metres beside the chopper.  He stripped off the flak jacket, and
shuffled back in the seat.  “Get back on the bike,” he instructed as he
gestured towards the handlebars.

     She
hopped back onto the bike, straddling it as she faced him.  Taking off her
jacket, and shedding her clothes until she was naked from the waist up, he took
a moment to drink in the sight of her smooth silky skin and overflowing chest. 
He felt that familiar erotic rush pool and flow into his cock, building up to
levels that he thought would split the fabric seam of his crotch in two. He
leaned her back onto the handlebars and rapidly kicked off his pants into the
pile of clothes that fell by the bike.  He started by kissing and licking her
nipples, first one and then slowly travelling to the other.  She sighed as she
lifted her legs up to hug his sides and ran her nails through his hair and
lightly down the nape of his neck.  He lunged forward to shadow his body over
hers and massaged her breasts, still circling one of the nipples with his
tongue and teasing it in his mouth.  He felt her tent her hips up into his
throbbing erection as she lifted herself off the seat to grind into him.  His
hands moved lower to undo the button and fly on her jeans.  Quickly ripping
them down, he roughly felt for the thong that remained as the only restrictive
access to the pussy he was desperately aching for.  He urgently moved it to the
side as he raised her legs to his shoulders, pinning them along his body and
stripping the rest of her jeans off her legs.  Pressing his rigid shaft to her
entrance, he gave an urgent growl of lust before shanking her pussy and driving
the blunt blade of his cock deep into her core.  She groaned as she felt the
sharp force of his entry and opened herself wider to let him fall into her as
far as he could physically go. 

     They
fucked each other hard on the bike, and she moved her body rapidly with his,
both feeling the momentum of their combined lust build together, watching each
other’s faces for the cue that they were right on the brink.  Olivia broke off
her gaze, arched her head back over the bike and moaned with sheer feeling. 
Everything fell away, and became meaningless.  All that was left was pure
sensation.  She gasped and uttered a loud primal cry as one last thrust from
Victor’s pulsing rod ramming into her triggered her into an orgasmic high.  She
hung limply off the bike as her uplifted legs twitched by Victor’s shoulders,
her body involuntarily shaking and quivering from the lingering sensation of
her climax still ravaging through her system.  Her reaction was powerful enough
that she barely had the awareness that Victor came right along with her.  She
groaned in residual bliss as Victor held her close to him, helping to prop her
spent body back onto the bike to keep from falling.  She let the sensation of
his strong warm arms wrap around her body fill her with a quiet satisfaction. 
Of all the places in the world she had ever been, this was by far, the best.  Surrounded
by him, right here, secluded from everything else in existence.  She gave him
small kisses on his chest.  He breathed out heavily, and lifted his bulk away
from her.

     “This
is nice, Livia dear, but we must be heading out shortly,” he said.

     “This
is
nice.  Do we have to leave so soon?  Maybe just a few minutes more here, with
just us, like this.  A little longer,” she pleaded.  Moments like the last five
minutes she wanted to last forever.  With the future now so uncertain, she
wanted to savour and hold onto any snippet of joy they had left with each
other.

     “Ok,
darling.  Whatever you like.  Because there’s nothing more important in my life
right now than making you happy.”

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     They
hit pavement again after thirty minutes.  Victor and Olivia suited up again,
and Victor rechecked the bags to try to repack them.  He moved a few items
around so Olivia could wear the duffel that was a bit lighter after some
creative rearranging.  Her shoulders still felt the dull ache of the weight
that pulled down on her body, but it was much more bearable than before. 
Victor pulled into a small mom and pop rest stop where they grabbed a few
sandwiches before taking to the open road again. 

     Victor
had planned his targets precisely, starting with the Iscariot club. Cutting the
enemy off at its heart secured him with the funds available to continue his
relentless pursuit for revenge as well as eliminating all effective central
communication and planning between the members that remained alive.  And with
the addresses stored in the club leader’s phone, he could then pick off the
remnants one by one.

     Once
Olivia gave him the idea to use her feminine assets to help him in his conquest
for redemption, Curtis was the first logical victim.  If there was any man on
that list that would fall for pussy as bait, he was candidate number one. 
Jesse was a solid second.  By the afternoon when they arrived, Victor knew that
most drug abusers that deal were hitting their five o’ clock and using after a
few large successful business ventures.  Terry was third on the list.  More on
the straight and narrow heading towards an anal retentive type personality,
Victor knew this man usually stuck to a regular schedule.  That was altogether
too predictable.  His penchant for the morning news was his eventual downfall.  And
Shane was now last on the list.  If for no other reason than he had drifted
away from the biker life.  And moved two hours away.  From the cell phone
records that were never erased, Victor could tell he still kept in touch with
the club leader.  But his involvement in the group’s activities became less
over time .  No matter.  His brother was still dead.  And his tragic demise
would have to be avenged.

     It was
to their advantage that he was last on their list.  No one would be focusing
their net around the pair of them where they were going.  Victor guessed that
most wouldn’t remember Shane having been a member of the Iscariot club.  And
when Victor finally had the chance to make peace with the universe once he made
sure Shane’s lifeless body wasn’t going anywhere but to the worm buffet; he and
Olivia could live out a few carefree months in the sun or cool mountains of the
paradise of her choice.  Victor smiled warmly to himself at the thought.  They
travelled at a brisk clip along the winding back ways through the tiny hamlets
and towns that led them to their latest fall guy.  Victor stopped periodically
to let Olivia relax her tired back and shoulders.  She stretched and walked
around, shaking her arms between pit stops.

     After
what seemed like an endless time on the road, Victor slowed down once he
reached the small town of Griffhaven.  It looked like a small sleepy community
with large stately older Victorian style houses lining the streets.  He cruised
by some of the homes, looking up at the ornate carved woodwork built into the
roofs of the houses.  Olivia admired the well manicured lawns and the elaborate
gardens planted in front of many of the properties.  At first glance, going
down one of the main streets, it looked like a nice place to live.  Victor rode
down the street and looked for the downtown commercial area.  Once surrounded
by storefronts, Victor looked around.  Spying a dollar store, he slowed the
bike to stop in a parking spot and took off his helmet.

    
“There’s some things I need to get in here.  I’ll be back in a few,” he told
her.

     “You
want me to wait here?” she asked.

     “Yes. 
Watch the bags.  I won’t be long,” he said as he sat the helmet down on the
seat in front of her and then went inside.

     Ten
minutes later, he emerged with a few yellow plastic bags.  He took out a few
pens, unwrapped some stationary and set some of the pages in a clipboard.  He
stuffed the clipboard and the remaining excess back into one of the yellow
bags.  Crudely shoving it in the duffel bag, he whipped out the stolen phone
and checked the address.  With a smirk, he put it back in his pocket and
started the bike.

     They
soon came to a neighborhood where Victor lazily winded his way down a few small
residential streets.  The houses were more modest here.  Not the gargantuan
splendor that they witnessed first arriving in the town, but these houses had a
more middle to lower class feel to them.  They were understated, but most still
held some quaint charm of days past when they were first built.  Victor pulled
over to a small brown brick house and stopped the bike.

     “Here,
I want you to take the clipboard, and put this cap on.  Say you’re with water softening
or something.”  Victor handed her a blank blue cap he bought from the dollar
store.  She tucked her hair under it as she placed it on her head.

    
“Beautiful.  You look very professional,” Victor joked.

     “Thanks
Vics, I’ll do my best to act the part,” she said.

     She
walked up to the house and knocked on the door.  Then she spied the doorbell
hidden in a weird place near the top of the door frame and rang it.  Slow plodding
steps came to the door and she heard the click of the lock as it opened for
her.