WRECKED: CHOSEN FEW MC - BOOK TWO: OUTLAW BIKER/ALPHA ROMANCE (14 page)

She tried to watch his face, enjoying the way passion twisted it, but the sensations generated by his hard shaft moving in her soon distracted her. She was rapidly getting far too aroused to think about anything but how wonderfully he was taking her. As his piston-like thrusts drove her mad, he also sucked her earlobe, put his tongue in her ear. The combination of what he was doing to her head, her face, and her pussy brought her to another climax that had her convulsing under him. As she came, she focused her mind on the feeling of his cock inside her, tried to use her muscles to squeeze him harder.

Suddenly he moaned. “Oh, fuck.” His body tensed. He was rigid in her arms, with his back arched, his cock buried in her, and she felt the heat of his release as he came in her.

He collapsed on her and she took his delicious weight as they caught their breath. When the room had almost stopped spinning, Greg got up and bent over to scoop her into his arms and straightened up. He carried her into the bedroom, and put her on the bed, taking her wrists in his big hands and moving them over her head as he lay on her. The pressure of his body began to arouse her again, and then he kissed her.

“Didn’t get enough?” she teased.

“Not nearly,” he said. “I have quite an appetite for you and we have all weekend to satisfy it.”

“Oh yes,” she sighed. The truth was that her worries hadn’t disappeared. Having a lovely time, a mind-blowing good time, feeling loved, didn’t eliminate concerns, but at that moment, with Greg lying on her, fondling her breasts, she was able to put them out of her mind. She reached up to stroke the stubble on his cheeks and he bent down and kissed her.

This kiss was more gentle, but just as erotic and as filled with promise. She ran her hand down his powerful arms and could tell he would fulfill that promise very soon.

CHAPTER TEN

Even after making love several times, on Saturday morning when she’d awakened early, lying on his bed in the soft predawn light, she wanted him again. She lay on her side, with him warm against her back, snoring, his arm over her. Without thinking about it, she reached down for him, to touch his cock, capture it in her fingers, delighting in the way it began to swell. She stroked it hard and watched his face as he came awake.

His breathing shifted and his hand began to play over her body. “That’s a lovely way to wake a man,” he said hoarsely in her ear.

“Show me how much you appreciate it,” she said. “Show me what you want.”

He kissed her cheek and his fingers toyed with her pussy, and when she was wet with desire, he pulled her leg back over his. Her fingers still possessed the throbbing flesh of his hard shaft and she guided it into her.

“Yes,” he said as the tip slipped into her. She moaned in delight and he thrust forward, penetrating her. As he took her from behind, she felt a languid, beautiful arousal building inside her. “A lazy weekend morning fuck,” he sighed contentedly.

Agreeing completely, she gave herself to the sensations as they melted together, with him thrusting his cock in her slowly, steadily, building her arousal to a new peak. She gasped with pleasure and felt him coming inside her as she crashed down the other side in a chaotic, wonderful, orgasm.

The rest of Saturday seemed to disappear, dissolved into wonderful memories of lovemaking, making pancakes in his kitchen, talking about little or nothing, making love on his couch, ordering pizza and returning to his bed.

On Sunday they’d slept late. He had her dress and they rode to an empty stretch of beach owned by friends of his. There were no houses, no beach umbrellas or screaming children. They were alone, and they played naked in the surf, which naturally led to him taking her on the beach. She’d never had sex outside before and found it a completely new and erotic experience. Greg himself was a new experience. She seemed to be waking from a dream, and at moments she’d be feeling nothing but passion and wondering how long the excitement, the newness, the absolute novelty could last. What would evolve when she knew him well, when they’d done all these things many times? For now she was insatiable, a glutton for whatever adventures he wanted. Would that forge a bond between them, or would they tire of each other?

She couldn’t possibly know. She couldn’t manage to consider the future seriously. The present alone overwhelmed her. But ultimately, the spell had to be broken, or at least put on pause. She needed to assert herself, establish a link back to her world. As they left the beach and walked to his bike, he took her in his arms and kissed her. That was the time, and she looked up at him as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “This is so fantastic, but I need you to take me home.”

“Now?” His eyes showed his disappointment.

“I need to get ready for school on Monday. I hadn’t expected to be away from home all weekend.” She kissed him. “To avoid any confusion, that was not a complaint.”

“Then how about doing this again next weekend?” he asked. “The time has gone so fast, I feel like we’ve just started to learn about each other, about what might be possible.”

Silently she thanked him for asking. Nothing in the world sounded better to her than spending another weekend like this one.

“How about Friday night? Come over about seven. I’ll fix dinner, ply you with wine and kisses, and then, if you’ve been good, I’ll take you to bed.”

“I have to be good?”

“Good. Not nice.”

He smiled. “It’s a date.”

With the promise of another glorious weekend resonating in her, she was aroused. She climbed on his bike thinking the air had never felt better, and as he took her home, she put her fantasies of taking him into her bed out of her mind—for now.

* * *

On Monday morning Melanie was sore and incredibly happy. For two days they’d talked, made love, gone for rides and made love again. She’d never had such an intense weekend emotionally or sexually. Returning to her universe, her school, her routine, seemed like making a re-entry to planet earth from some alien land. She’d never been to a resort in Mexico but she thought it might be the same thing if she was coming back from a month-long vacation at one. The weekend had been, as Greg said, far too short. No matter how long it might have been, when it was time to return, the vacation would seem too short.

Even so, getting back into the swing of the school week turned out to be far too easy. The day started with paperwork, which always set the tone. She found that Donna Turnbull had put a message in every teacher’s in box about some special events that required changing the class schedule, there was a reminder about reports that had to be turned in by the end of the month, and another about new rules and guidelines for lesson plans for the next semester.

Bureaucracy is the natural enemy of passion.

As she settled in, the weekend, her grand and incredibly romantic adventure, slipped into the background. She had sweet memories that glowed and made her feel warm whenever she had a brief moment to look at them, but her brain was back at work.

Between classes, while talking with Donna Turnbull, she got a call on her phone from a number she didn’t recognize. She answered but no one was there.

“I hate it when people hang up without letting you know who it is,” Donna said. “That’s just rude.”

“Probably someone trying to sell me something.”

“Or telling you that you won a free cruise.”

“Which is the same thing.”

They had a good laugh about it.

During the morning she thought that Brian looked a bit better than he had, but he still dragged himself around, reluctant to do much of anything. But his eyes were clear and he was prepared for class, maybe better prepared than she was. That was a relief. At recess she noted that Carly talked with him, or at him, because it appeared that all she got for her trouble was an occasional smile or shake of his head.

She thought of talking to Carly, but then reminded herself that Greg was handling that and that Carly would be far more forthcoming with her favorite uncle. Besides, it gave her an excuse to talk to him and that idea sounded sinfully good. Not that she needed an excuse.

So looked for a chance to talk to Brian, but the busyness of the full day made it difficult and the first real chance didn’t come until after lunch. The kids had eaten and milled about in the schoolyard. She came out of her classroom and ran into him coming out of the bathroom. When he saw her coming toward him, he braced himself visibly. Then, when she stopped, he volunteered what he knew she’d ask. “Things are okay at home,” he said. “Dad’s still angry with the world of course, but he was a lot calmer about it this weekend. I mean he wasn’t yelling or stomping around or anything all weekend.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah. He spent a lot of time cleaning his guns and reading some new books. I don’t think they were about politics though.”

“Why not?”

“Because the political books get him upset.” He grinned. “Messing with his guns always calms him down even though he doesn’t hunt anymore.”

“He has a lot of guns?”

Brian grinned. “A few. He keeps them locked up, but I’ve seen them all. There are shotguns, rifles, and pistols… he’s always had guns—he loves them. He even taught me how to clean a rifle. I bet Carly doesn’t even know how to do that. I’m a good shot too, but I don’t like the noise, even though we wear ear protection.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I wouldn’t like that either.”

“He did say he had an idea about how to get people to listen to him, but he didn’t say what it was and I didn’t ask.”

“That’s probably wise.”

Brian raised an eyebrow. “You know, if I didn’t have to worry about saying something that upset him, things would be good.”

“You can’t worry about that all the time.”

“It’s better if I do.”

She nodded. “You’re a smart kid.” Then, seeing he was shifting his weight uncomfortably, probably eager to get back to recess, or at least away from her, she let him go.

He wasn’t just smart, he was a survivor. He’s managed to learn to deal with something a kid shouldn’t have to deal with, and he does it in a very adult manner.

It made her wonder if she’d handle a situation like that as well as her twelve-year-old student. Now there was a sobering thought.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The phone rang and she stared at it. “You going to answer that thing, or have you found a way to read the phone that the rest of us don’t know about?” Greg asked.

They were in a schoolyard at the end of the day.

“No new magic. I keep getting calls from this number, but the caller hangs up when I answer. That’s the fourth call today. I want to see if they leave a voice message.”

“Makes sense.” Greg looked around the yard. “Just a suggestion, but I wouldn’t erase the records of those calls or any messages the caller leaves.”

She put the phone in her pocket. “Why not? Oh, and no message.”

“In case something happens.”

“Like what?”

“Anything that shouldn’t happen. If the person decided to talk and they were a crank, it would be good to have evidence for the police that you were being harassed.”

She caught the look in his face. “You have an idea what’s going on, don’t you?”

“A theory, not an idea. It’s one I’d prefer to keep to myself for now.”

“Okay.”

At the sound of laughter, they both looked over at where Carly was talking with Brian. He’d been more relaxed that day and now he was actually talking to her. Her voice got a little louder. “So will you ask him?”

Brian looked uncomfortable. “I guess. I don’t think…”

“Ask,” she said.

“What’s going on?” Melanie asked Greg.

“She asked her parents if she could invite him to dinner one evening and they agreed. I guess Brian is reluctant to ask his dad. Carly thought it would be fun to have dinner and watch television together.”

Melanie wondered if that would help. “At least he’d be socializing a bit.”

“And her folks would be there. Willow has heard her talk about Brian and would like to meet him.”

“Then I hope his dad will allow it.”

“Uncle Greg!” Carly shouted. “Can both of us ride on your bike to my house if Brian’s dad will let him?”

“Not at the same time. But I can make two trips easily enough.”

Brian’s face lit up. “I get to ride on it?”

“Sure thing. I’m not about to make any guest of Carly’s walk.”

As Brian headed home, Melanie thought she noted a little spring in his step.

“Perfect,” she said.

“What?”

“I was thinking that Brian might actually talk to you. He thinks a lot of you, and I know how seductive a bike ride can be.”

He grinned. “It is? Want to go for a ride now?”

“I think the expression I heard you use was, ‘cool your jets.’ You have to take Carly to the garage, don’t you?”

He sighed. “Being responsible sure isn’t much fun.”

“But it lets you feel like you have earned your fun.”

He winked. “If it’s fun with you, I can be patient. Well, at least I can wait, even if impatiently.”

* * *

That night at dinner with Willow and Jake and Carly, they chatted mostly about the normal things—money problems, which were always part of life, and things in general. As she served dessert, Willow said she had some big news. “Jake’s actually been going to rehab and the physical therapist said he’s making progress.”

“Great.”

“She takes me,” Jake said. “I yelled at her for nagging me about it. I wanted to be stronger before I went, but it turns out I was just stalling. I needed someone doing that.”

“He wouldn’t listen to me either,” Carly said.

“Surprise, big brother! You have two women who care about you.”

“I know.” He pretended to be grumpy. “And I’ve got to do what I can to get back on my feet—literally,” he said. “I don’t like the rehab much, but I need to get back to where I can do some kind of work. Being on disability sucks.”

“That’s the spirit,” Greg laughed.

“It does. I know that just sitting here I’m rotting away. I need to be able to get out of the house and do things.”