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Authors: Olivia Ruin

Tags: #motorcycle romance, #mc club romance, #biker sex, #bad boy erotica, #action romance, #biker gang romance

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“Fuck!” Frank took his pool cue and smashed it against the wall. It broke in half, and he turned to stare at me. I expected to see rage in his eyes, or hatred, but I saw nothing and that made my blood run cold.

The bar fell silent, all eyes on the scene around the table. I slowly pulled my clothes back into place, not making any sudden movements as if Frank were some wild animal and I was trying to prevent him from charging me.

The silence was broken with low laughter. Frank’s head snapped around. I was no longer his focus. Now it was the person who would dare to laugh when he was in a rage.

Jed couldn’t hold it back any longer, and his chuckles turned into a fully-fledged belly laugh, the sound rolling through the bar and filling it completely. No one else dared to join in, but that didn’t faze him.

“Oh god, Frank, you should have seen the look on your face,” Jed said around his laughter. “You may be a man of iron, but those tits would have made the pope break his vows.”

Like a maddened bull dropping out of bloodlust, the broken-off cue in Frank’s hand lowered. He didn’t laugh or even smile, but there was a loosening of his expression that signaled the worst was over. A few of the braver, more highly ranked club members joined in with Jed, and added on some light teasing.

Having diffused the situation with a tact and skill that told of the amount of time he had spent with Frank, Jed walked around the table towards me. I swallowed nervously, suddenly shy in front of this man who had already seen most of what my body had to offer.

“I suppose I have you to thank for my victory, pretty lady. I hope you don’t regret choosing me.” His scent, a more refined version of leather and man, washed over me as he came closer than necessary. “Since you did me such a big favor, it’s only right that I offer you the same thing.” He leaned closer still, and my world shrank until it was just the two of us and the floor under our feet. “What would you have from me?”

He was tall. It hadn’t hit home as hard when he had been standing across the table, but now that he was here, standing over me, I found myself looking up at his dark eyes from below the level of his chin. His lips curved in a tight smirk, and I realized that he knew exactly the effect that he was having on me.

I boldly placed my hand on his arm, and I could feel the strength of the muscle underneath the leather. “Could you take me for a ride?”

This is my best opportunity to separate him from the pack. Men are always much easier to manipulate when they aren’t around their friends.

His smirk broadened into a real grin. “Going straight for the bike, huh? I knew I liked you when I first saw you walk through that door.” He grabbed my hand and threw it around his waist. We started making our way to the front door. “Let’s go, I’ll show you what Nightshade can do.”

“Nightshade?” I layered all of the curiosity and charm into my voice that I could muster, despite the fact that I already knew he was talking about his bike. It would be a challenge to keep pretending that I knew nothing about him.

“She’s the best bike in the country, just wait and see. One of a kind. I assembled her myself.” The pride shone through in his voice.

The bustle of the bar faded away as the door swung shut behind us. We could talk easier in the dark, still night. The summer heat covered the land like a heavy blanket. It was the perfect night for driving.

As the vice president of the club, we didn’t have far to walk to get to Nightshade. Where most of the other bikes lined up beside the bar glittered with a ton of chrome and leather, Jed’s passion was almost completely black. I didn’t know enough to say what material all of the different parts were made of, but it cut an impressive figure. The name suited it.

“What brought you into the bar tonight?” Jed’s face surprised me by showing a healthy curiosity. I wouldn’t have thought that he would care about some random girl fawning over the motorcycle club; it happened often enough.

Luckily I had a reason that fit in perfectly with my back story. “I was actually hoping to get a job as a bartender. I only just moved into town and someone suggested I get dressed up and come here looking for work. From what I saw the place might benefit from some new blood behind the counter.”

He nodded, satisfied for the time being. “I guess you may have been told, but I help to run the place.” I nodded enthusiastically, falling into the explanation that suited my purposes. A person’s mind was always quick to fill any gaps in a story. “You seem like a smart enough girl, so you’ve got that going for you. Let’s go for a ride, and I’ll make up my mind whether or not to hire you later.”

With that, he swung his leg over top of the bike and pulled me behind him. It felt natural to wrap my hands around his waist, his well-built frame a steady anchoring point for me.

I had never ridden a motorcycle before, something that was actually a bonus point for my cover. Any skills that I shouldn’t possess would only serve to arouse the suspicion of the motorcycle club members, and that was something I had to avoid at all costs.

The big engine roared to life underneath us. I gasped, unable to help myself.
It’s like I’m riding a gigantic vibrator!

Before I could gather my wits, Jed kicked off and we started to pull away, speeding along the road. It was a smaller town and the biker bar was on the outskirts, so in no time we were in the middle of nowhere, stars shining overhead amidst the blackness. A faint glow indicated the location of the town.

The feel of the engine buzzing through me was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Each time I thought I was getting used to it, Jed either changed speed or gear and it became an entirely new experience.

My body took control and kicked my mind to the curb for the ride. After the tension and excitement of the night so far, not to mention the effect Jed had on me, my body was totally amped up. All my body knew was that it had a hard, vibrating surface working wonders underneath my crotch, and a large, muscled man right in front of me.

The denim shorts I was wearing started to work their way in between my lips, and my fingers tightened on Jed’s shoulders as the front seam wedged itself right in alongside my clit, transmitting the vibrations from the engine directly into my core.

I had no idea if Jed knew the effect his bike was having on me, but I ceased to care as Nightshade pushed me closer and closer to an orgasm that had definitely not been in the plan.
I’m on an undercover mission for chrissake! And I’m wrapped around the back of one of my targets!

Reasoned thought had no place in my world at that moment, and my knees squeezed against Jed’s legs as I reached my peak and started to come.

My hands grabbed onto that muscular torso and I ground my hips down against the seat, shamelessly taking myself higher. It was a good thing the engine was so loud, since I had a feeling I would have yelled Jed’s ear off otherwise. I leaned forward and pressed my tits against the biker’s back as I gyrated, breath coming in ragged gasps.

As my motions slowed down and my body backed off a little, my head fell forward to rest against the broad shoulders in front of me.
Oh holy shit. That was ridiculous. Why the hell did my briefing mention nothing about what a motorcycle can do to a woman? How do chicks ever manage to drive these things anywhere without crashing?

The wind whipping through my hair lessened and the engine idled down as Nightshade slowed down and pulled off to the side of the road. I had lost all track of where we were, so when I turned my head I was surprised to see the lights of the town spread out in front of us.

We must be on the big hill to the south of town. I didn’t even realize there was a road up here.
In fact I was there wasn’t. I had memorized the maps of the area and this paved road should not have been there.
Well, score one for me finding new information already.

When the engine turned off I was surprised to realize that my breath still sounded harsh and loud. With a start I noticed that my hands were moving back and forth on the body in front of me, lightly caressing the torso through the leather jacket. I stilled them, but there was no way to take back the gesture.

“This is one of my favorite spots,” Jed said. We sat there for a few moments, looking out over the town, before he got up off of his bike. He pulled me up after him, and grinned that devastating grin down at me, white teeth flashing in the dark. “How did you enjoy the ride?”

Oh god, this is embarrassing. I don’t think orgasming on the back of the vice president’s bike was part of my mission parameters.

“It was... like nothing I had ever felt before.” That was certainly true.

Undeterred by my delicate response, Jed gave the vehicle a pat. “Isn’t Nightshade the best bike you’ve ever laid eyes on?” In the darkness with the lights off it was almost impossible to see.

I gave him the compliment he was searching for. “She is a sexy lady, for damn sure, Jed. You didn’t tell me that she was bisexual, though!”

He took his jacket off and laid it over the leather seat. It was the first time I had seen him without it, and I wished that the light was better so that my eyes could confirm what my hands already knew - he was packing a seriously amazing body underneath that jacket. Despite already coming on the back of the bike, my body was hungry for more. It was difficult to think of ways to turn the conversation where I needed it to go.

“Oh, she’s not bisexual, she’s just the best wing woman a man could ask for.” Hands came in to rest on my shoulders, and his mouth, the same one that I couldn’t take my eyes off of earlier, claimed me.

His kiss was a reflection of the rest of him; rough as the road, but also refined in ways that weren’t immediately obvious. Ways that set him apart from other bikers and criminals. Once more his manly scent washed over me, drugged me with the power contained in his body.

Our tongues sparred, and my body reminded me that it was still needy. I molded myself against him, my tight curves in my ridiculous outfit pressed against his jeans and plain black tee.

I need to tone this down a bit.
The plan had been to use the promise of sex to extract what I needed from the club, not to sell my body off in the hopes of getting information afterwards. I was walking a dangerous line, and I knew it could get away from me any moment now. It may already be too late.

I broke off the kiss, pulling away from the hot, hard body that I just wanted to wrap my arms around. “Jed-”

A single word was all I got out before I stopped, confused. The strong hands on my shoulders were pushing downwards, building up the pressure until I could do nothing except drop down to the ground on my knees.

There was a
zip
in front of me.

That can only mean one thing.
The way that Jed had just taken total control of the situation appealed to my base instincts, but I couldn’t let this happen.

“Wait, Jed, stop!” I pressed my hands against his thighs and tried to stand up, but those muscles I had admired refused to let me move. It was as if I were trying to move a tank.

“Hey, stop it, Jed!” That was all I was able to get out before a hand on the back of my head stopped me from moving and a hard, thick shaft poked into my mouth, muffling any further attempts at talking.

Oh hell no! I can’t believe he just stuck his dick in my mouth!

There wasn’t a lot I could do about it, either. Two hands now gripped my head and kept it in place as his length slid across my lips.
I could bite down, but something tells me that I wouldn’t be leaving here alive if I try that.

I knelt there, hands still stubbornly pressing against the hard quads in front of me in an utterly ineffective attempt to push the biker away. Eventually I stopped trying, and just let him use my mouth as he wanted to. His cock pressed deeper and deeper and his pace quickened, and despite myself I could feel my body responding to being used in such a masculine way.

No man had ever dared fuck my mouth before, and here I was, one night into my undercover assignment, with a biker’s hips pumping away into my face, helpless to stop it. Worse, my panties were getting wetter and wetter. They had already been sodden after the ride here, and now they were absolutely soaked.

All of my careful planning was now thrown out the window, and I needed a new approach.
I’ve already screwed this up, I may as well get some benefit out of it. In more ways than one.
If the ship already sailed on drawing out information by dangling the promise of sex, then maybe I could lean on the other time-honored tactic that women had used throughout history: pillow talk.

Instead of passively accepting Jed’s member, I started to get more into it. My hands came up again, but this time to wrap around the base of his shaft and to cup his balls, gently working him and showing him that I was being a good girl. I moaned and wrapped my tongue around his head on every thrust as I sucked him hard.

For the first time in what seemed like ages I heard Jed, low groans and growls above me. His grip on my head relaxed, and the pace of his hips slowed to let me take more control. I continued like that for several more minutes, and then I changed the game.

With Jed completely off guard and his stance relaxed, I dropped my hands and placed them strategically on his legs. I threw my weight forward and knocked him off balance. His arms wind milled above me but with the grip I had on his legs and anchoring them down my weight and all the strength I could muster, he had no choice but to come crashing down onto his back.

“Ow! What the hell are you doing, girl?” he shouted, angry and indignant. He struggled to sit up and get back to his feet, but I was already on top of his body.

He could have easily flung me aside, but I dug my hand into his dark hair and locked my mouth onto his, taking control of the tryst. His hands, which had come up to my body and had felt ready to push me off, instead roamed across my back and gripped my ass, pulling me hard into him. It was my turn to groan as I felt his hard member underneath my crotch, rubbing against me through my shorts and panties.

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