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  I bit his shoulder, riding him for as long as I could before he pulled me off the wall, taking me to the couch. We fell together on the cushions, and though it was an older couch, there was still plenty of room for the two of us to grind ourselves together, moving in perfect harmony with each other.

  Zach was so big, easily one of the biggest I’d ever had. He filled me in ways no one else had before, and each thrust he pushed into me, another wave of sensation would run through the core of my being. I could feel myself becoming addicted to him.

  There was no way I’d ever forget about this.

  “Turn around,” he said as he pulled out of me. I obeyed, putting my hands on the back of the couch as he stood on the floor. He pushed into me from behind, thrusting as he held my hips in place with his hands. He was getting deeper now, sending a new thrill through my being.

  I couldn’t get enough of him, and I felt the tension rising inside me.

  “You’re going to make me cum!” I gasped.

  “Good,” he said. His voice was low and aroused, different from how it had been back at the club. There was a primal tone to it now that I found exhilarating. He thrust into me three more times, sending me closer and closer to the edge. With the final thrust, I felt his balls clap against me as the waves of my orgasm washed through my entire being.

  I cried out in pleasure, grasping the couch fiercely as the sensation rocked through me, threatening to make me collapse out of the pleasure of the moment. He held me as he thrust harder, getting as deep as he could, filling me with a new need.

  He was close, I could feel it. And with two more pumps into my tight pussy, I felt the buckle of his cock then the pulse of it filling me with his cum. I didn’t often allow people I randomly fucked to cum inside me, but there was something different about Zach.

  I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

  He let out a moan of pleasure as he filled me with all that he had inside him, and we both paused, catching our breath as he held me. I still worried if he were to let go then I would sink onto the cushions, unable to hold myself up. I couldn’t recall ever having such good sex in my entire life, and I knew there was no way this could be the only time.

  “You said you didn’t have anywhere to stay tonight, right?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” he gasped back.

  “Stay with me,” I said. “Please.”

  “Are you sure? I don’t mean to take advantage.”

  I gave him a mischievous look and grabbed his hand. I didn’t bother grabbing any of the clothes we’d left strewn about the floor. Hell, we weren’t going to be needing those in my bedroom.

  “Trust me,” I said. “The only one who’s going to take advantage of this is me.”

  He laughed. “I’m okay with that.”

  Another surprise. I never let one-night stands spend the night. But after the intense orgasm I’d just experienced, there was no way I’d let this guy go so easily.

  No, we were going to have to have another round in the morning. That was for damn sure.

  3

  Zach

  I woke up with Vanessa’s hair in my mouth, but surprisingly, I didn’t even care. Everything about the previous night had been amazing. She was amazing. Hot as hell, and a wildcat in bed. Well, on the couch, at least. And against the wall. And partially on the floor.

  I’d fucked her every way I could out in the living area of her makeshift apartment, and I was more than ready for another round. I was tempted to wake her and see if she was down to get busy once more, but I decided to let her sleep for a few more minutes.

  I had to pee and didn’t want to wake her for that. Besides, the little noises she was making in her sleep were amusing. She had to be dreaming of something, and I hoped it was about the sex we’d had.

  The bathroom wasn’t hard to find. Hardly anything in the apartment was, really. She was right when she said it wasn’t much. It was nice. There was no arguing that fact, but it certainly wasn’t what I was expecting, either. I didn’t think she lived with her friend, let alone above the garage.

  It made me wonder why she didn’t share the house or what was going on in her life that made her want to stay with her friend “while she got back on her feet.”

  Whatever that meant.

  I splashed water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror. I was proud of my body, that was for sure. I knew I looked damn good, and I wasn’t ashamed to think so. I worked hard for the body I had. I did even when I was in high school, before the military had done a number to me.

  Ever since then, I made a point of getting to the gym several times per week. It was important if I was going to maintain this physique. And, I damn sure planned on doing that.

  Eager to get my dick back inside the woman in the other room, I headed out of the bathroom and started back. But, walking through the kitchen nearly made me double over with instant regret.

  I thought I’d taken in most of the scenery when I walked through on my way to the bathroom, but evidently I’d missed something incredibly crucial. It had been dark the night before, so I didn’t blame myself for missing it then. But cutting through the kitchen and seeing the leather jacket draped over the back of one of the chairs now made me sick to my stomach.

  I knew that emblem.

  I knew my father would kill me.

  I’d not only slept with a woman from a rival MC, but that emblem made it clear to me I’d just fucked a woman who was part of the biggest rival club in the area. Fuck, I had to get out of there – and fast. I suddenly didn’t know what to do, but I knew I had to leave.

  Preferably before she woke.

  I headed straight back out to the living room, pushing out all thoughts of fucking her again. Sure, there was a part of me that considered fucking her before leaving, but knowing who she was made it impossible for me to act on the impulse.

  I could be killed for being in here if the wrong person found me. Why the fuck didn’t this come up sooner? I thought.

  Because you don’t take enough pride in your own club to bring it up when you’re out picking up chicks in a bar. And, it was true. I knew the club was a major part of who I was, but that was just it. The club was part of me – it wasn’t me entirely.

  It wasn’t any more important to me than being in the military or the fact I could get a woman to come to bed with me without even telling her that much. There was so much about me I knew women found intriguing, they didn’t question much when I was taking them to bed.

  All they wanted was my cock, and I was more than happy to give it to them.

  But now, my mind was spinning. Who was this woman? Vanessa. That’s all I knew about her. But what did that mean for the club? She was part of The Enemies, a group known for just as much violence as my own father’s club.

  Hell, we all knew Marcus Carlisle was one of the biggest pricks around. More than one mysterious death in various clubs in the entire state had been traced back to him. There wasn’t ever enough proof to lead to any arrests, and I was pretty sure the authorities wouldn’t push their luck with that, anyway.

  But, I was convinced he was responsible for the so-called accidental deaths of three of our members over the past five years. I wasn’t in the States for all of them. I’d only been out of the service for a year and a half, after all. But, I knew one of the men who had died was better on his bike than what happened.

  He would have known better than to ride where there had been so much gravel on the road. But yet, that was where his body and mangled bike were found. It didn’t make sense, and I had a feeling Marcus would be able to clear up what really happened.

  If he would ever come forward and talk, that is.

  What sort of connection does Vanessa have to a man like that? She didn’t strike you as the kind of girl who would want to join an MC for shits and giggles, but why else would she have one of their jackets?

  She’s clearly not dating a guy in the group. Is she related? And how, if she is? I know Marcus has twins, but I don’
t know a damn thing about them. Maybe she’s a niece or something? Whatever she is, she doesn’t strike me as belonging in that sort of group.

  Who the fuck cares? Why am I even thinking about this? I’ve got to get out of here.

  I pulled on my clothes as the thoughts continued to run through my mind. It didn’t make sense, no matter how I thought about it. I was never really interested in the rival group. I didn’t see much reason to get involved in what they were doing when I didn’t care for the politics of even what my father was doing.

  Then again, perhaps if I had looked into it more, I would know who this girl was and how big my offense had really been. Perhaps this was nothing. Perhaps she was just a girl who was connected to the group without being part of them.

  The Enemies were big – not as big as us, but extensive enough that it wouldn’t be impossible for one to be living here. Though this was technically my father’s territory, it wasn’t the sort of place he really cared to hang out.

  The only reason it would be a problem would be if any of The Enemies were trying to encroach on his turf. Then again… He had been talking about the neutral grounds lately. Shit. Why didn’t I pay more attention to him?

  I slipped out the door and headed straight for my bike, hoping to get there before any activity in the house or the apartment started. I didn’t want to talk to Lynne any more than I wanted to talk to Vanessa. What was I supposed to say?

  They would have to know that I was leaving because of the leather jacket. What other reason would I try to sneak out of the place after such amazing sex? I had agreed to stay, now I was running scared. What the hell would Vanessa think when she woke up?

  I walked my bike to the end of the driveway and onto the street before climbing on the back and starting it. I didn’t want to risk waking anyone more than I had to. As soon as the engine came to life, I pulled my feet up and sped off. If anyone did wake or come outside, I didn’t want to give them the chance to talk to me.

  I had nothing to say to anyone in the house. I just had to get away. I had to clear my mind and think about what had gone down the night before and what that would mean for me now.

  Fuck, I had to talk to Aaron.

  He had come down on his own bike, so I had no qualms about leaving town without him. He was likely still in bed with that hot girl he had picked up at the club before I met with Vanessa. If there was one thing about Aaron, it was that he didn’t care to rush his one-night stands.

  If he could get breakfast and another fuck out of the girl before leaving, he considered it a true success. At this hour, there was little chance of him answering his phone, and I knew it.

  I sped the whole way home, cutting the nearly two hour trip down to about an hour and twenty minutes. There weren’t any cops on the road, and being so early in the morning, traffic was minimal. It was a Saturday, after all. No doubt most of the people who had been out late the night before were trying to recover in their beds right now.

  As soon as I got back to my place, I grabbed a shower, the shock of what I had done fading and the fantasies over our sex creeping back into my mind. Damn, that had been fucking sweet. I wished all women were as confident in bed as Vanessa had been.

  Don’t. You know the more you think about her and how good that was, the more you’re going to be tempted to go back. You can’t do that. Dad is going to kill you as it is if he figures out what you were doing with her last night.

  Do you really think he’s going to care what sort of connection she has to the club? If he finds out that you slept with one of The Enemies, he’ll hang you from the ceiling by your toenails.

  But shit, how can I just forget about that body? That ass? Those tits bouncing in my face? I want to fuck her again. It can’t happen, but I’m forever going to want to.

  I stepped out of the shower and grabbed my phone, shooting Aaron a text. It was late enough in the morning now I didn’t care if I was interrupting him. Hell, if he was still in bed, then he should learn to get down to business sooner. I needed him.

  Fuck off, dude. I’ve got a tight piece of ass I’m going to fuck in a minute. I ignored the message as I shot him another.

  I’ve fucked up on something big. I need you to get here as soon as you can. Come on, man, you know you owe me.

  I hit send and waited. He let fifteen minutes go by before he responded, and I knew he’d gone ahead with his plan of fucking the girl. But, he promised me he’d be on his way as soon as he could.

  “What the hell was so important you had to get me out of bed first thing in the morning?” he asked as he followed me into the apartment a couple of hours later.

  “First of all, I was the one who was out of bed first thing; it’s after noon now,” I commented.

  “It wasn’t when you texted me,” he complained.

  “Not that that stopped you from getting laid again,” I replied.

  He shrugged. “What happened that has you so bothered?”

  “I fucked one of The Enemies,” I blurted.

  “What the hell!” he exclaimed. “That’s stupid, even for you!”

  “I know, but I didn’t know that she was before this morning. I saw a jacket when I was coming out of the bathroom and going back to her bedroom,” I explained.

  “And what did you say?”

  I shook my head. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to continue. Finally, I sighed. “Nothing. She was still asleep, and I ran.”

  “You did what?” he snapped. “Damn it, man, you need to get your shit together!”

  “I didn’t know what to do and basically panicked,” I said. “When I saw the leather jacket, I knew I had to get out of there, and that’s what I did. What the hell was I supposed to do? Wake her up and tell her that I shouldn’t have fucked her?”

  “You shouldn’t have run away, that’s for sure,” Aaron replied, ignoring my question.

  “I know,” I said. I shook my head. He was right – but so was I. I couldn’t have stayed. That would have made the situation infinitely worse. But then, running had done more damage than I even wanted to think about. She didn’t know who I was any more than I knew her.

  All she had was a name. A first name, at that. She didn’t have a phone number; she didn’t have a last name. She didn’t have an address. She had no way to get a hold of me, and it was my fault. I could argue with myself that it was the best thing to do, but that didn’t change the fact it would forever haunt me that I’d likely never be able to talk to her again.

  That was such a hard thought it made me feel sick to my stomach.

  Would I ever get the chance to see her even one more time?

  4

  Vanessa

  I picked at the croissant in front of me, not hungry. It had become a habit for Lynne and me to grab something at the coffee shop not far from her place for breakfast on Sunday morning. It had started when I headed out to get something to recover from a hangover a couple of months before. She had gotten so jealous of my speedy recovery, she started going out with me.

  While neither one of us were hungover this morning, we were still hanging out together, and I still didn’t have an appetite to speak of. I hadn’t since the morning before when I woke to find Zach gone and the apartment empty.

  Completely empty.

  It’s not that I thought he would leave me his number or anything. I was smart enough to know that it had been a spur of the moment, one-time thing. What did I expect? Was he going to suddenly fall in love with me and be the man I’d been dreaming of my entire life? I wondered.

  No, I hadn’t gone out looking for a boyfriend, and I didn’t think anything was going to come of the fact that he and I fucked. But, that didn’t change how much it stung to know that he just up and left.

  Left before I was even awake, in fact. I had thought it was implied that I wanted to enjoy each other again when I dragged him naked into my bed Friday night. He seemed to be on board with that, too, as far as I could tell. But then, he was just gone.

  Gone
with nothing and leaving me with nothing to go on. Not only did I have no way to find where he had gone, but I also had no way to know why he had gone like he had. If he didn’t want to spend the night, he could have just said so. He didn’t have to dramatically leave like that, making me wonder what I did wrong.

  “Ouch!” I said suddenly. Lynne had kicked me under the table. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t realize she was talking to me, but before I had to chance to ask what her problem was, she nodded toward the door.

  That was when I saw him.

  My father had just walked in, and he was heading right for us.

  “I’m guessing he wants to talk to you since he’s not even bothering to go to the counter,” she whispered. “Do you want me to give you some space?”

  “Don’t you dare leave me alone with him!” I hissed. I had my face turned slightly away so he couldn’t read my lips as I begged my friend to stay. The last person I wanted to talk to at all right now was my father. And, I really didn’t want to talk to him alone.

  My father didn’t dislike Lynne, but I knew he wasn’t happy with the fact she had given me a place to stay. I might be twenty-five years old, but he wanted me to move back home. If I didn’t move in with him, he wanted me to at least move back to the same town so he could keep an eye on me.

  And, that was the problem. I didn’t want him to keep an eye on me. I didn’t need it, and I was tired of him being overly protective. It didn’t matter that it was because my mother had passed tragically. I wasn’t my mother, and I wasn’t going to just break apart.

  “Dad!” I said with a forced smile as I rose to give him a hug. I hoped he wouldn’t be able to read in my eyes that there was something bothering me. I didn’t want to be interrogated on top of already feeling like shit.

  “Honey! You haven’t returned any of my calls since last week,” he said. He gave me a tight squeeze and looked at Lynne, but she refused to make eye contact. She had her phone in front of her and merely lifted her coffee to her lips, acting as though he and I weren’t even there.