The Biker's Touch - Book 2 (An Alpha Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club) (10 page)

“You feel so, so good,” she whispered.

“So do you, baby,” he said.

Trenton leaned back, taking her with him. Now she was straddling him. She planted one foot on the ground and pushed up and down on him. It was easy to find her rhythm. She pumped on him steady and sure, enjoying doing the work for a change. She touched herself, pressing her flesh against his hardness. She pleasured both of them in this way.

Trenton gripped her hips and pumped into her. He pumped against the tension and the friction she gave both of them. She could tell by the way that he was picking up his pace that he was on the track to coming. And she talked to him.

“Are you liking this?” she asked him.

“Yes,” he rasped.

“Do you like it when I fuck you?” she asked with uncharacteristic boldness.

Trenton whimpered with the sound of her words and he tumbled into his pleasure with everything he had. His orgasm was a powerful furious rapture. It was a storm of passion Jennifer could almost not weather. He seized and jerked and moaned deep and low.

She worked at her own devilish pace, rubbing her fingers back and forth till her own orgasm hit. It knocked her over, the surge of pleasure was so sweet. It overtook her completely, like fireworks, one wave after the other bursting within her. Washing her from head to toe inside.

The heat of her climax flooded her. Her nipples were erect and hard. She released the cleansing erotic surge in heavy breaths.

“Wooo,” she laughed softly. “That was amazing!”

He laughed deeply. “Fuck, yeah, baby.”

Trenton and Jennifer lingered in their embrace. Her stomach rumbled and they laughed again.

“I think I need to feed you,” he said.

They dressed and joined the others and ate their fill of an amazing dinner. She had been so, so hungry and the grilled food was such a sensual overload. From savory to sweet, everything tasted so much better. Every smell was a pleasurable experience.

She and Trenton took the master bedroom in the main house to be near the children. She checked on them each one last time before going to bed.

“You must be so tired,” he said.

“I actually feel really good,” she said in a soft contented voice. She lowered her volume to a whisper. “Would you like to take a shower with me?”

“I thought you would never ask,” he said.

Not because he was a big man, but Jennifer’s husband had built a standalone shower in this home like he had in the other home. Only this one had jets that flowed from the walls. There was a high seat built into the wall of the shower. They oiled each other’s bodies up under the heated stream of the shower. They washed the entire day from their bodies. And what a day it had been.

Trenton’s fingers found the rigid, tightly drawn opening in the cleft of her buttocks and tantalized it. The stimulation made her feel empty and aching. She perched on the seat of the shower and toyed with her body wash-slicked breasts while spreading her legs, for his visual pleasure.

He stooped and entered her.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he said.

The pressure of the hard stone bench, pressed against her buttocks, made her fit around him so tight. Every stroke was vivid and electric. He pressed his thumb to her clit as they both came almost immediately.

Having an orgasm so soon after the last made the second one the more powerful. It completely engulfed her. She sat in the warm stream of the shower, experiencing pleasure as only Trenton could give her.

With everything as it should be for the time being, Jennifer slept like a baby.

Chapter Ten

The celebration of finally being rid of Brill Wayland lasted for a week at least. Since the Ghosts of the Prairie had to cut short their impromptu prairie camping trip they just took it at Jennifer’s house on Devils Lake.

They broke open the boathouse and water-skied from sun up to sun down and started their cookout all over again.

Jennifer got to know some of Trenton’s motorcycle brothers better. She got to know Danny and Penny a lot better. It was odd; the fact that her husband didn’t hire Penny Dunlap brought Trenton into Jennifer’s life and Danny into hers. Danny and Penny were already going to get married. It happened that fast. It was an up-in-the-air date but it was going to be soon.

Somewhere about the third day after Jennifer got the children back, she started to get texts from Brill Wayland. He couldn’t make bail and he was trying to bully her into doing it for him. She was trying to keep the whole thing a secret. She didn’t want to bother the guys with any more of Brill Wayland’s crap but after the third or fourth time of telling Trenton nothing, he was almost annoyed.

“Baby,” he said. “You get a text and then your face gets sour. What is it?” he demanded.

“It’s Brill. He says if I don’t come and get him out of jail he’s going to do something. He says he’s hidden cash and he still has enough to pay off guys to make our lives a living hell.”

“I think that man needs a good ole fashioned horse whipping,” said Danny White Feather.

“I think we need to show the texts to the district attorney and let him handle it,” grumbled Trenton.

He contacted the D.A.’s office so their office could expect the texts. Jennifer forwarded them on. Brill Wayland would remain in jail. At least Jennifer would not be springing him from jail.

It was a tense moment for Trenton and Jennifer. He was a little disappointed she hadn’t shared the problem with him.

“I would have thought that you’d learned by now that you can rely on me with these things,” he said with a lecture in his voice.

His words hurt. It felt like he implied that she had been a handful and that he had fielded all the drama so far. He had given her a pretend spanking for feeling responsible for her estranged husband’s actions, and yet he just implied she was problematic.

“Yes,” she said coldly. She was sulking immediately. “I guess I should have learned that by now.”

He looked her straight in the eye. “Jennifer,” he said.

“Yes,” she pouted.

He didn’t want to say what he had to say to her out loud. There was always a risk that one of the others might hear. He whispered in her ear.

“Do I need to fucking spank you again?” he asked.

“No,” she said.

“Why the fuck not?” he asked in a sympathetic tone.

“I just want a life without the fallout of Brill Wayland.”

Chapter Eleven

The captain of the Ghosts of the Prairie was getting married to the woman who Jennifer had once considered to help her with the children. They had fallen in love that fast and decided they would not waste any time. Jennifer understood that impatience. There was something inside of her that made her want to take Trenton all for herself.

The wedding was the talk of both Parshall and New City. Everyone who was friendly and felt like coming was invited. Even Jennifer’s parents were invited. It was perfect because they would take the children up in the car and she could ride with Trenton. The kids had a great time when, every once in a while, Trenton would pull alongside them so they could wave.

The ceremony was in Parshall at Danny White Feather’s ranch. Everyone, including Sheriff Billy Weston and his deputies were there. Waitresses and bartenders were there. Foley and the waitress from Thirstie’s and all the Ghosts of the Prairie from the local and the Devils Lake chapter were there. It was a good thing that Danny and Penny were holding the ceremony in an open field because that was the only venue that would hold the best of the two towns.

It was the first wedding that Jennifer had ever been to where Harley Davidsons were part of the wedding decor. All the Ghosts of the Prairie, dressed in their club garb, crowded the front of the ceremony. Trenton was Danny’s best man, so Jennifer stood with her parents and her children while Danny and Penny said their vows.

Just as everyone was in formation and the mob of guests were quieted, the unmistakable roar of motorcycles split the air. It couldn’t be Trenton’s club members. They were already present and accounted for.

Scores of Riggers were driving into the field surrounding the guests, terrifying them. One would think that on this day, there would be a truce. Jennifer could not help but feel responsible. She was once part of the family of the man who hired the Riggers in the first place.

Sheriff Billy and the deputies fell back and got into their squad cars. With all lights on, they corralled the bikers away, off of the property and for the rest of the ceremony they remained there.

Right after Penny and Danny were officially married, the bikers worked in very organized fashion carting out tables and chairs. In minutes the open prairie field was transformed into an open-air dining hall/ballroom. There was even a portable dance floor and a way for music to be played. There was a band of Ghosts of the Prairie members that were excellent. Even Sheriff Billy sang a tune.

Danny and Penny made their way around giving thanks to all the guests. When they got to Jennifer and Trenton, Jennifer remarked, “You guys aren’t even fazed by bikers trying to crash your wedding.”

She was half-perplexed by that more than anything.

“Nothing can crush our joy. And that actually might be par for the course of a biker wedding. I am a biker, what can I say? And this is my biker bride,” said Danny, sweeping his new wife up in his arms.

Jennifer regarded them both with a little envy. A slow song played. Trenton asked her to dance.

“And now this biker would like to dance with his biker girlfriend,” he said with a mix of passion and affection in his eye.

“Am I your biker girlfriend?” she asked with a little bit of vulnerability.

“Yes, baby,” he said. “You are. If that’s what you want to be. It’s a position that only you can fill.”

“Yeah, I know that feeling,” she said dreamily.

They danced slowly in the open prairie as if they were the only two there.

Chapter Twelve

Being married seemed like another lifetime ago. But sometimes, so did being with Trenton. Once the wedding was over, Trenton remained in Parshall and Jennifer returned to New City because that was where the company headquarters was.

For now. They only just moved them there and she didn’t see why they just couldn’t move them back.

“It’s a little thing called a lease,” said Trenton.

“Well, I can just sublease,” said Jennifer brightly.

“No,” he said gravely. “Not in this economy. We’ll figure something out. We’ll get you back home.” He winked.

It might have been a good thing, in a way, that they couldn’t just dash over and see each other when they wanted. It was almost an hour drive to and from. They had spent so much time together those first few days that it was good to be able to take some breaks and to pace themselves.

“We could probably use a small break, or at least a slow down. We can’t keep our hands off of each other,” said Trenton. “We wear ourselves out.  And that’s a good thing.”

But when all was settled and she and the children were back in a routine at home, in their new lives without their father in the picture, Jennifer went into the office in person to take full command of her duties as the chief executive officer of Wayland Energy.

She had an idea that her company had done a lot to loot the towns of Parshall and New City, North Dakota. It raked up on the boom of the fracking business. Jennifer wanted to convert it into something that gave back. She set up a meeting with her favorite attorney to see if it could be done.

She dressed in a sweet business suit, no panties, stockings that required garters and high heels that showcased her amazing legs, for the occasion. She met with Trenton in her sweeping office.

“Hi,” she said when her assistant showed him in.

“Fuck, you’re hot! Don’t you clean up nicely?” he said. “You are the hottest fraction’ CEO in the biz.”

He was trying to make a joke, she knew, but he had something of a pained look on his face. She knew that look. It was the way he made her feel. It was an agony to need him so. It had been nearly a week since they had seen each other last.

“Thank you,” she said in her honey voice. “So do you. And that’s why I want to get this business meeting over with as quickly as possible. You’re staying at the New City Motor Lodge right?”

“Yes,” he said. His voice hitched with arousal.

Jennifer and Trenton didn’t think it was a good idea to have Trenton stay at the house because they didn’t feel it would be appropriate for the children.”

“You sound funny,” she teased. “Can I get you some water?”

“Yeah, I think I better,” he said. He went over to the bar and helped himself.

She continued, “Then I want to know if you would like to go to a motel with me. Sort of a meeting after the meeting. I am already dressed, or not dressed, for it.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, trance-like.