Spyder: An Alpha Male MC Biker Romance (Dark Pharaohs Motorcycle Club Romance Book 3)

by Ivy Black

  Having dinner with her tonight had been amazing. It’s like all of the strained awkwardness that had existed between us as kids just dissipated. The conversation was easy. Light. And best of all, it was fun. She’s an intelligent woman, sharper than a tack, and has a great sense of humor. It’s been ages since I laughed that much.

  And I know it’s only one date, but I couldn’t help but feel something inside of me shift. My heart felt like it opened to her in ways it hasn’t with anybody before. It’s probably part nostalgia and the remembrance of those feelings I once carried for her. They were intense back in the day, and tonight proved to me that time didn’t diminish them one iota.

  I’m doing my best to avoid getting too wrapped up in her too quickly, but it’s not easy. The girl really does check off every box on that list of qualities I want in another person. Maybe even more so now than back in high school.

  “Drink?” she asks.

  “Coke, if you have one.”

  “Coke?” she asks, raising her eyebrow at me.

  “I think I’ve had enough to drink tonight. Booze-wise anyway.”

  “I thought bikers were hardcore, balls to the wall, hard drinkin’ men.”

  I laugh. “And I thought we already established that I’m not like most bikers.”

  She smiles at me. “Look at me, stereotyping again.”

  “You do that a lot.”

  Bellamy laughs as she walks through the door and disappears into the kitchen. I hear the refrigerator door opening and then closing a moment later. She walks back in with two cans of soda in her hands, looking like a vision to me. She’s wearing a long, flowing white dress with blue flowers with straps that leave her shoulders and arms bare. It’s conservative, tasteful, and to me, entirely sexy. I’ve always liked a woman who doesn’t need to show every inch of skin. I’ve always thought leaving something to the imagination is sexier.

  “One soda,” she says and hands the can to me.

  “Thanks.”

  “Have a seat,” she says.

  We both settle down onto the couch and I pop my soda and take a swallow. Finding a coaster on the coffee table, I set my can down on it and sit back. Bellamy looks from the can to me, a smile flickering across her lips.

  “A coaster? My, you have been housebroken well,” she says.

  I laugh. “I didn’t know using a coaster was such a noteworthy event.”

  “In my experience, a man using a coaster is definitely a noteworthy event,” she replies. “Next, you’re going to tell me you put the seat down.”

  “Every time.”

  “Do your laundry? Including your bedding?”

  “Weekly,” I confirm. “I can even properly fold a fitted sheet.”

  “Lies. Nobody can fold a fitted sheet.”

  I shrug. “It’s all true.”

  “That’s some black magic. I can’t even fold a fitted sheet.”

  “I do all of my dishes, take out the garbage, and even dust my house bi-weekly.”

  “Be still, my beating heart,” she says. “Where have you been all my life?”

  I laugh, though it’s a bit strained. “I’ve always been here. You’re only just noticing me now.”

  She grins, but it quickly falters and when she speaks, her voice is barely more than a whisper. “Yeah, I guess that’s true. I kind of wish it hadn’t taken so long for me to notice you.”

  “That makes two of us.”

  A moment of silence settles down over us, and I can feel the awkward weight of expectation pressing down on me. I didn’t think about it at the time, but the fact that she invited me to come home with her feels significant. Now, in hindsight, it feels like there was more behind her invitation than just conversation and a soda.

  Or maybe I’m simply seeing something that’s not actually there. Something I want to see. Maybe I’m putting meaning into her words that isn’t really there. All of the feelings I carried for her back in the day are suddenly on the surface again and are likely distorting my view of things. They’re making me see illusions. An oasis in the desert.

  But that’s what Bellamy does to me. What she’s always done to me. She spins me around and clouds things over in my head. I have never been able to think straight when she’s around. It’s a phenomenon I noticed back then and is clearly one that continues to this very day. It’s pretty remarkable that those kinds of feelings have not only survived this long but seem to have grown even more intense.

  All of this is going through my head and I’m starting to think that I’m overthinking everything, not to mention reading all of the signals wrong, when Bellamy leans over and kisses me. It starts off slow and tentative, but when I pull her closer and I open my mouth, Bellamy slides her tongue into my mouth, swirling it around mine.

  The sheer sensuality of the kiss, slow and lingering, ignites a fire inside of me. I lean forward, pressing my mouth to hers even more firmly, our kiss growing in passion and intensity. My head is swimming, and the taste of her mouth is intoxicating to me. This is something I dreamed of doing for so long when I was younger, and now that I’m here, with her mouth pressed to mine, I’m overwhelmed by the surreal feeling of it all.

  I lean into her, kissing her harder with more than a decade’s worth of unrequited passion behind it. She grips my shirt, pulling at it as she pulls me to her, kissing me just as fiercely as I’m kissing her. I trail my fingers through her long sandy blonde hair, luxuriating in its silky softness and remembering a time when I was younger and only fantasized about doing this.

  A quiet laugh passes my lips as I pull back. Bellamy cocks her head and looks at me, a mischievous smile on her lips.

  “What are you laughing at?” she asks.

  “Just… there was a time when I would have literally killed somebody to be where I’m at right now.”

  Her cheeks flushed and she looked away, and it’s hard for me not to see the traces of regret in her eyes. I put my fingers under her chin and turn her face to me, holding her gaze.

  “But hey, it’s better late than never,” I say softly.

  Bellamy melts into me, her mouth pressed to mine, and the warmth and feeling of her firm body stir something deep inside of me. I feel myself growing harder as she runs her hands across my chest and through my hair. She pulls on it as she nips at my neck and bites at my ear lobe, her breath warm against my skin.

  Bellamy turns to me and I run my hand underneath the hem of her dress, sliding my fingertips along the warm, smooth skin of her thigh. She closes her eyes and shudders. From the rear of the house, I hear her mother cough and I freeze, feeling like a high school kid trying to not get caught making out with a girl in her parent’s house all over again.

  I look over at her. “Should we stop?”

  She casts a look at the doorway that leads to the rooms at the back of the house, seeming to be listening for a moment, then turns back to me, a sultry smile gracing her full, red lips.

  “No. Her meds will keep her sleeping until morning. She just sometimes coughs or talks in her sleep,” she replies. “It’s okay. But we should do our best to keep it down, anyway.”

  Before I can reply, Bellamy kisses me fiercely, thrusting her tongue into my mouth as she climbs onto my lap. As she straddles me, she’s grinding herself against my thick length, moaning softly into my mouth. It’s a little awkward, knowing her mom is in the same house, but this is something I’ve wanted for a really long time, so I decide to just go with it.

  As I kiss Bellamy’s neck, inhaling the subtle aroma of her perfume, I pull the straps of her dress down and plant a line of kisses down her neck, to her shoulder, and give her collarbone a gentle nip. I feel her quiver which only fuels my arousal. Pulling the top of her dress down further, exposing her breast, I take her stiff nipple into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around it. I cup her other breast in my hand, giving her nipple a firm pinch that draws a soft, languid moan from her.

  Bellamy grinds herself against me harder as she takes my face in her hands a
nd kisses me roughly. The wild, almost frantic movements of her body turn me on, making me impossibly hard and desperate to be inside of her. Our tongues swirl together in her mouth and I slide my hands down, cupping and squeezing her tight, firm ass. She slides off my lap and stands before me with a salacious sparkle in her eye as she bites her bottom lip.

  “Get your pants off,” she says.

  She doesn’t need to ask me twice as I fumble with my belt for a moment before finally getting it undone. As I unzip my pants and start to pull them down, Bellamy reaches under her dress and pulls her panties down, quickly dropping them on the floor at my feet. I don’t even have my own pants all the way off yet when she hikes her dress up and straddles my lap again, her eyes never leaving mine.

  She leans down and kisses me as our tongues roll in each other’s mouths and she grinds herself against my rigid cock. The feel of her warm wetness sliding along my staff makes me groan. Bellamy doesn’t take her mouth from mine as she continues to tease her clit on the length of my shaft. Her breath is shallow, and her pulse quickens as her movements become faster, more desperate.

  Tendrils of electricity run up and down my body as waves of disbelief that this is really happening wash over it. It makes me shiver with the anticipation of having something I’ve wanted forever. I look up into her warm brown eyes and feel myself being pulled into them, unable to resist the gravity of her gaze.

  Biting her bottom lip, Bellamy raises herself up and I feel the head of my cock nestling between her wet, velvety soft folds, and when she lowers herself down again, I groan. The feeling of her sliding down onto my cock, slowly, inch by inch, sets off explosions of sensation inside of me. I press my head against the back of the couch I’m seated on and revel in the warm, slick feel of my cock sliding along her soft inner walls, which feels even better than I’d ever imagined.

  And when she has me fully sheathed within her, we both pause, totally silent and totally still, staring into each other’s eyes. We take a moment to adjust to the feeling of me being inside of her and as she fixes me with a warm mocha gaze, I feel my heart swelling in my chest. The feeling that’s enveloping me is one I’ve never experienced before and I’m not sure what to make of it. Hell, I’m not even sure what it is.

  But then Bellamy starts to move, rolling her hips, her eyes still fixed on mine as she rides me, and all conscious thought is driven from my mind. I lean forward, kneading and sucking on her breasts, swirling my tongue around her hard, sensitive nipples. She throws her head back, a quiet gasp bursting from her mouth. Bellamy reaches out and grips my shoulders as she starts to pick up her pace. The sharp pain of her nails digging into my skin makes me wince, but it somehow heightens the pleasure of her sliding up and down on my cock.

  Her moans growing louder as she bounces up and down on me even harder, I grip Bellamy’s hair and pull her toward me, stifling her voice with a passionate kiss. She clings to me tightly, her nails digging even harder into my shoulders. It feels like fire is flowing through my veins as she rides me and it’s hard to keep my moaning quiet when all I want is to shout with pleasure.

  Bellamy is incredibly tight, but she’s so wet, I slide into her with ease. I love watching her as she fucks me. Her entire body is in motion and her every movement is sensual as hell. I’ve slept with plenty of women in my life, but none of them has ever made me feel the way Bellamy’s making me feel right now. My every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire, and I’ve felt ready to explode the moment she took me inside of her.

  I move to stand up, wanting to take her in a different position, but she shoves me back hard onto the couch, looking at me with a wicked little smile on her lips.

  “I didn’t say you could get up,” she purrs.

  I chuckle softly. “Oh, so you’re in control here, are you?”

  “Damn straight.”

  Bellamy presses her mouth to mine and kisses me as she rolls her hips and starts to fuck me even harder. Her entire body is taut, and her breathing is ragged, and I can tell she’s getting close to that brink. Giving me a devious smirk, she tightens her inner muscles around my shaft, making herself even tighter as she thrusts herself up and down on me in wild abandon.

  I bite my lip to keep from crying out loud, but it’s a Herculean effort to stifle my voice because the sensations coursing through me are among the most intense I’ve ever felt before. Nobody I’ve had sex with has set my body on fire the way Bellamy’s doing right now. And as I feel her stiffen and an almost euphoric expression crosses her face, I feel my cock, buried so deep inside of her, twitch.

  As Bellamy bites down on the side of her hand, trying to keep herself quiet, she trembles wildly on top of me as her orgasm comes crashing down over her. She digs her nails into my shoulders so hard, I’m half convinced she’s going to puncture my skin. But the feeling gripping me is so vivid and good that I don’t care. My cock throbs and as Bellamy writhes on me as she cums, I erupt. Burying my face against her shoulder, I pull her hard toward me to muffle my cries as my cock pulses, filling her with my warm seed.

  We remain clinging to each other like that for several long moments, both of us breathing hard, our bodies quivering. My heart is thundering in my chest and I feel lightheaded. But the pleasure of my release is more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before. I could probably die right now and be happy. But I’d rather live and do this with Bellamy a few more times. At least.

  I finally raise my head and look her in the eye, unable to keep the smile off my face. Her face is flushed, and she’s got a crazed look in her eye as she returns my smile.

  “This is the best date I’ve had in a really long time,” I say.

  “Play your cards right and you may even get another date out of me.”

  “Well, look who’s feelin’ herself all of a sudden.”

  She laughs and plants a gentle kiss on my lips, and we sit like that for a long while, relishing the feeling of comfort and companionship. It’s a night I’ve waited for almost my entire life, and I’m definitely in no hurry to end it.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Bellamy

  “Well, look at that smile on your face,” Ruby says as she steps into my classroom. “Either you just won the lottery or you got laid… and laid well.”

  I laugh and give her a wide-eyed look as I put on my best scandalized face. “And why are those the only two options?”

  She shrugs as she perches on the corner of my desk. “Them’s the rules,” she replies. “I didn’t make them.”

  I shake my head but still can’t seem to manage to wipe the smile off my face. She gives me a knowing look and a grin. Ruby folds her arms over her chest and studies me closely, giving me that look she always used to give me when she wanted to pry some particularly juicy nugget of information or gossip out of me. I squirm beneath her scrutiny, realizing that look still holds as much power over me today as it did back in the day.

  Whenever she turned that look on me, I always folded like the proverbial cheap suit. Ruby has never had an issue getting information out of me. She always knows what buttons to press. It’s like second nature to her and I’ve never been able to keep anything from her. It’s something that’s annoyed me forever.

  “Since you’re at work today and didn’t show up in a Lamborghini, I’ll have to assume it was the latter,” she says. “So… who’s the lucky fella?”

  “Shut up. Maybe I just bought a new pack of batteries last night and spent some quality alone time,” I say with a laugh, hoping my crass reply might derail her a bit.

  “Babe, that smile on your face could never have come from a battery-operated boyfriend. That kind of smile, not to mention that glow about you, could only have come from a living, breathing boy toy,” she counters, obviously not derailed in the least.

  Silence is probably the best defense I have right now, so I clam up and look down at the pop quizzes I’ve been grading since school has let out. Ruby clears her throat to get my attention and when I look up, she’s got a wolfish gr
in on her face.

  “Tell me who he was, Bell,” she presses.

  I laugh. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

  “Of course, I would. That’s why I asked you who it was.”

  “I don’t kiss and tell.”

  She laughs so hard she almost falls off the desk. “That’s some bullshit. You used to tell me every single kiss you got or hand job you gave back in the day.”

  “Well, maybe I’ve turned over a new leaf.”

  She laughs. “We both know that’s crap,” she says. “C’mon, Bell. Let me live vicariously through you. You know I lead a very dull, boring life going home to the same man every single night. I need a little excitement.”

  “A man you are head over heels in love with,” I point out.

  “True. But I still need a little excitement now and again.”

  I laugh and put the cap back on my pen and tap it against the stack of papers on my desk. I know she won’t like it. I know she thinks the worst of Derek and his biker buddies despite not knowing any of them. She thinks they’re drug-running gangsters and murderers. She believes everything people say about them. And while they’re definitely not the clean, white hat good guys, they certainly seem to be far from the black hat villains some paint them as.

  When I say nothing as I ponder my words, Ruby’s eyes widen, and her mouth falls open into a perfect “O” as the realization dawns on her.

  “It’s Derek, isn’t it?” she asks. “You slept with Derek.”

  It was probably only a matter of time before she figured it out. People around town talk, and given how well connected she is, not to mention how damn smart, I kind of knew I wouldn’t be able to keep this from Ruby for very long. But I kind of wish I’d been able to keep my secret a bit longer simply because now comes the harsh judgment.

  I love Ruby with all of my heart, but she always used to be a pretty harsh judge of people. And once you get on her naughty list, it’s next to impossible to get off of it. I hate to say it about her, but if she pegs you one way, the chances are good that she’s always going to see you that way. It’s terrible to say, but it takes a near act of God to change her opinion of you.