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

by Ivy Black

  My moans of pleasure are lost in his mouth and I stroke him faster. I pull back and look him in the eye as I keep pumping my fist up and down his shaft. Derek trembles as a smile of pleasure crosses his lips. But then, he turns the shower off and we step out. A squeal bursts from my mouth as he picks me up and carries me into the bedroom.

  Derek lays me down gently on the bed, his eyes shining with emotion, his face etched with passion. I spread my legs for him as Derek climbs on top of me. I slid my hand around the back of his neck and pull him down into a kiss that’s slow, lingering, and sends currents of electricity coursing through my body.

  He nestles the tip of his cock between my slick folds, gently sliding himself into me. I gasp and shudder as he slips into me, inch by delicious inch, delighting in the feeling of him filling me up. Derek braces himself on his arms above me, looking down at me, our gazes locked, the space between us crackling with an electric tension that makes my entire body vibrate with ecstasy.

  He rolls his hips and plunges himself even deeper, hitting that spot inside of me that has me seeing bursts of light behind my eyes. The smile on my lips stretches from ear to ear, and as he starts to move himself inside of me, a long, sultry moan passes my lips. I pull myself up and kiss him, then give his earlobe a gentle nip. He presses his mouth to mine, kissing me with a tenderness that’s surprising but no less passionate. No less intense.

  I grip his arms as his cock slides along my inner walls, touching off shockwaves of ecstasy that set my heart racing. Our bodies move in a slow, sinuous rhythm that’s sensual and fills me with a bright light that has me trembling and crying out. I grip his arms tighter as he moves within me, waves of bliss washing over me.

  Derek’s every movement is slow and purposeful, each thrust taking me to new heights of pleasure. He kisses me, his tongue in my mouth as slow and sensual as the way he’s moving inside of me. As good as sex with Derek was before, right now, it’s on another level, and I’m half out of my mind with desire. The pressure inside of me is building, growing, and making every single inch of me quiver with anticipation of the release that’s coming.

  The connection between us is deepening, every plunge of his staff into me, making that bond even stronger. There is something very special building between us that fills me with joy, passion… and yes, with love as well. And as I stare into his hazel eyes, always so intense and sometimes even intimidating, I see the same love that’s rushing through me in a torrent reflected back to me.

  Our gazes locked, we move together, my body writhing underneath his. My every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire, my veins filled with electricity. I draw in a long, shuddering breath as he slides as deep within me as he can go. Derek lets out a low groan as I tighten my muscles around his shaft, digging my nails into his arms. I feel his cock swell inside of me—a sensation that makes me moan his name.

  Derek grunts softly and I feel him start to pulse. A moment later, he explodes, and I cry out as I feel his hot, wet seed flooding my core. It sets off a wave of pleasure that comes crashing down and pulls me down into its depths. I surrender to the ecstasy that’s gripping me and a long, shuddering cry bursts from my mouth that echoes around the room.

  The feeling of him inside of me, filling me with his warmth, combined with the connection that’s built the intensity between us, all coalesce, hitting me with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt in my life. And I lay beneath him, trembling uncontrollably as I look into his eyes, my body still twitching and writhing, still caught up in the grips of my orgasm.

  I feel lightheaded and short of breath, but the physical sensations rocking me don’t come close to comparing to the emotional ones I’m feeling right now. They’re so thick, they’re suffocating. And yet, they make me feel happier than I’ve ever been. And despite all of the uncertainty that’s gripped me this whole time, I am suddenly sure of one thing.

  I hold his gaze firmly, feeling my heart swell as he looks down at me, and I give him the warmest smile I can muster.

  “I love you, Derek. I love you with everything in me.”

  His eyes widen and he looks stunned for a moment. But then, his smile surpasses my own, a look of absolute jubilation on his face.

  “About damn time you said it,” he replies.

  We laugh together and then he leans down and kisses me again, all of the emotion he feels for me passing through his lips.

  “I love you, too, Bellamy. More than I can even say.”

  Derek and I snuggle up together under the covers and I wrap my body around his as he pulls me tightly to him. In that moment, everything feels right. Everything feels perfect. It’s a moment I know can’t last, but I intend to shut the world out and hold onto it for as long as I can.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Bellamy

  “Thank you,” I say as I take the bag from Mr. Kettering, the pharmacist.

  “How’s your mom doing?” he asks.

  I shrug. “She has her good days and her bad days. I think today is a decent day.”

  Mr. Kettering has been the town pharmacist since I was a kid. And yet, he doesn’t seem to have aged a day. Oh, his dark hair’s a little thinner, and the laugh lines around his mouth and eyes are a bit deeper, but he’s still got the same spry personality I remember from so long ago.

  “That’s a good thing. I’m glad to hear that, Bellamy. I hope she’s got more good days than bad days ahead of her.”

  I give him a tight smile. “Thank you, Mr. Kettering.”

  He calls for the next customer as I turn and walk away from the counter, then leave the pharmacy to the sound of the old-fashioned bell overhead tinkling, making me smile. That old-time feel is one of the things I still love about this town. Blue Rock has a sort of small-town innocence about it.

  I walk down the sidewalk with my head in the clouds and a smile on my face. For the past couple of days, ever since I told Derek that I loved him, I’ve been walking on air. It feels like a giant weight has been lifted off my shoulders, while at the same time, as though my heart has been opened up in a way that I never knew it could be. I feel closer than ever to Derek and the love I feel for him is only deepening.

  There are still some things I need to come to terms with, things I need to get used to or find a way to be all right with. Well, I’m sure I’m never actually going to be all right with it, but I can at least try to get myself to a place where I’m not thinking about or obsessing about it all the time and just let him do his thing. It has nothing to do with me nor does it define who Derek is.

  And the one thing I need to keep most in mind is that the things I like about Blue Rock Bay, the old-timey feel, and that sense of innocence about the place, is in large part, because of what Derek and the Pharaohs do. They keep this place clean, safe, and free of the ravages that run roughshod through other towns.

  After doing a little window shopping, I turn the corner and head for the parking lot then freeze. I see Jacob’s big, battered truck parked next to my car, and as I approach, he gets out, flashing me a big smile.

  “Hey,” he greets me. “Fancy runnin’ into you here.”

  My heart skips a beat inside of me and the adrenaline starts to flow as he puts himself between me and the door of my car.

  “How are you doin’ this evenin’, Bellamy?”

  I draw in a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to control my nerves. Though there’s nothing overtly threatening or intimidating with his demeanor, there’s just something ominous in the air between us. There’s just something that seems off. That something just isn’t right. I’m trying to avoid letting him see that I’m rattled, but it’s not an easy thing to do.

  “Were you here waiting for me?” he asks.

  “What? No,” he says with a nervous chuckle. “Of course not. Don’t be crazy.”

  “Have you been following me, Jacob?”

  “That’s nuts. I ain’t been following you around.”

  Maybe he’s telling the truth. It just seems strange to me
that this is like the second or third time I’ve coincidentally run into Jacob out here in the street. I mean, Blue Rock is a small town, but it’s not that small. And while I guess it’s possible that running into Jacob multiple times is coincidental, something just feels off about that explanation. It doesn’t quite sit right with me.

  “Okay, I believe you,” I lie. “I wish I had time to stay and chat, but I need to get going. I need to get these to my mom.”

  “Right. Sure,” he says, but he doesn’t move.

  “You’re blocking my car door,” I say with a nervous chuckle.

  “Yeah, listen, I wanted to apologize for the last time we talked. I got the sense that I upset you,” he says.

  “It’s fine. I’m not upset.”

  “I didn’t mean to speak out of turn about your boyfriend.”

  “I’m over it. Really. It’s not a big deal, Jacob,” I say.

  He slips his hands into his pockets and shuffles his feet, lowering his gaze to the ground. There’s an inscrutable expression on his face that only adds to the pile of fear and worry mounting inside of me. As I study him closer, I see that his face is pretty bruised and cut up. The shadows from his ball cap had been obscuring them from me before. But the way he has his head turned, allowing the lights from above to illuminate his face, it’s impossible to miss it.

  “What happened to your face, Jacob?”

  His expression hardens and I see his hands clench into fists at his sides. He raises his head to look at me, and that’s when it hits me. That’s when I realize who he is. I mean, who he really is. And suddenly, everything starts to make sense to me and although I’m not normally a conspiracy-minded person, I can’t help but wonder if Jacob had set this all up from the start.

  “Y-your name isn’t Jacob, is it?” I ask, my voice quavering slightly.

  “It’s my middle name. I told you that,” he replies.

  “But what’s your first name?”

  “What does it matter? I told you I don’t like going by that name.”

  “Who beat you up, Jacob?”

  “Some asshole.”

  “Why?”

  He looks at me, frowning. “What’s with all the questions tonight?”

  I flash back to a conversation I had with Derek about answering questions with questions, and it confirms my thought for me: he’s hiding something. And I have a pretty good idea what it is.

  “Your first name is Peter, isn’t it?” I ask him.

  “What of it?”

  “And Derek is the one who gave you those bruises, isn’t he?”

  “I told you those guys are bad news, Bellamy. I tried to tell you they—”

  “And the reason you’ve been getting cozy with me is to find out about him. About what he’s up to, isn’t it? You’ve been trying to keep tabs on him through me. That’s what this is about, isn’t it?”

  “You’re being ridiculous, Bellamy. Paranoid.”

  “Am I?”

  He looks at me and I see the anger bubbling below the surface which tells me I hit the nail on the head. I don’t know what his endgame with all of this subterfuge was, but I’m done playing by his rules.

  “You need to get out of the way, Jacob… or rather, Peter,” I snap. “I’m leaving. And I have no desire to see you again.”

  “That’s how it is, huh?”

  “Yeah, that’s how it is. I don’t like being deceived. And I like being used even less. I guess I’m funny that way.”

  “Bellamy, I’m tryin’ to help you here. I’m tryin’ to make you understand what you’re involved with. Derek is a piece of trash. They’re all garbage. And he’s only goin’ to end up hurtin’ you. Or worse.”

  “And I told you before that my life is none of your business,” I fire back. “Now, get out of my way. I need to leave.”

  “You should be with me. I’d be better for you than he’ll be. I’ll treat you right. A guy like that don’t know how to treat a woman like you.”

  “Not going to happen,” I tell him. “Now, please get out of my way.”

  He moves with that unsettling speed and grabs hold of my arm, squeezing it tightly. I grimace and try to pull away but can’t break his grip.

  “Let go of my arm. You’re hurting me,” I say.

  “Why can’t you see what a fuckin’ asshole that guy is? How bad he is for you?”

  I swing hard with my free hand and connect with his face. The crack of my hand meeting his skin is sharp and loud, but it only seems to make him angrier. With a scowl on his face, he spins me around and slams me up against my car hard enough to drive the breath from my lungs.

  “Stop it, Jacob. You’re hurting me,” I gasp.

  “This ain’t half of what he’s gonna do to you. Look at my face, Bellamy. Look at what he did to me. Take a real good look because this is what you’re gonna look like if you stay with that prick.”

  “Jacob, let go of me!”

  He slams me up against the car again so hard, my vision wavers and I see darkness creeping in at the edges of my vision. I’m barely clinging to consciousness when I hear somebody shouting at us.

  “Hey,” the newcomer calls out. “Hey, stop what you’re doing there. I’m going to call the cops if you don’t let her go right now!”

  It’s Mr. Kettering. I recognize his voice. I open my mouth to call out to him, to tell him to stay away, but my throat is dry, and I don’t have the air in my lungs to scream anyway. Mr. Kettering is standing on the far side of the parking lot, his phone in his hand. Jacob releases my arm and turns to Mr. Kettering, a snarl on his face. But then, he turns back to me.

  “This ain’t over,” he says. “Better watch your back.”

  He stalks off and I lean against my car as I hear his truck roar to life. He screeches out of the parking lot, leaving me there shaking wildly, fear gripping me so tight I can barely breathe.

  “Are you all right, Bellamy?”

  I look up and into Mr. Kettering’s kind eyes, feeling a wave of relief washing over me.

  “I think so. Thank you, Mr. Kettering.”

  “Of course. I’m just glad you’re all right,” he says. “Just be careful, Bellamy. There are some bad guys out there. Now, get on home. I expect your mom’s gonna be needin’ those prescriptions soon.”

  “I will. Thank you again.”

  He watches as I get into my car, and he keeps standing there as I pull out of the parking lot. By the time I’m on the long stretch of road that will take me home, I have my shaking mostly under control, and I’m breathing normally again. The whole episode with Jacob was bizarre, to say the least. I honestly can’t say I understand what his goal was in getting close to me.

  But hopefully, it’s not something I’m going to need to think about again. Hopefully, now that his plan—whatever it was—has been exposed, he’ll just fade away. Hopefully, he’ll leave me alone. The weird thing is, I’m more pissed at him for tarnishing what had been a really good day than I am at him for being an absolute schmuck.

  As I cruise down the road, I turn up the music and try to recapture that good mood when a pair of high beams flare to life behind me. They’re bright and I have to hold my hand up because the glare is so intense.

  “Asshole,” I mutter.

  The headlights close in on me quickly and it sends a nervous jolt through me. I speed up as the truck behind me catches up and is riding on my bumper.

  “Back off, asshole,” I say.

  My heart is in my throat and my stomach is turning over on itself as the headlights start to flash. The driver is turning his lights on and off, laying on his horn at the same time. It’s Jacob. It has to be. I speed up, trying to pull away from him, but I can’t outrun his truck. And then, he slams into me from behind, making me lurch forward against my seat belt painfully.

  Tears of absolute terror well in my eyes and I’m screaming as I stomp on the accelerator, pushing my car to the limit. But I’m not able to put any distance between me and Jacob. He stays right on my bumper, fla
shing his lights and laying on his horn again and again.

  We round a turn at a ridiculously dangerous speed, and I feel him connect with the rear fender of my car, making it shudder violently. I scream as I feel my car shaking and begin to spin. A moment later, I’m stomping on the brake, trying to stop us. But it’s too late.

  With a body-shaking jolt, I feel my car start to turn over with the sound of rending, tortured metal, and shattering glass filling my ears. I feel weightless for a brief moment and then I’m slammed back to reality as my car hits the ground… hard. Hard enough to rattle the bones in my body. My screams drown out the sound of my car crashing and rolling over and over and over again.

  And when my car crashes against something hard and unyielding, with a thunderous crash like a bomb going off, my entire world goes black.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Spyder

  “What do you think they’re talking about?” I ask.

  “They’ll tell us when they’re ready,” he replies.

  “Don’t you ever just get curious and want to know shit?”

  He shrugs as he tightens a bolt on the motor. “Sure. I’m curious about a lot of stuff. But I also don’t feel the need to go pokin’ about in business that ain’t mine.”

  “You don’t think going to war with the cartel is our business?”

  “It is when Leadership tells us it is,” he says, then adds with a wicked grin, “Were you this much of a pain in the ass in the Corps?”

  I chuckle. “Sometimes.”

  “No wonder they parked your ass in Germany. Couldn’t afford to have you questioning everything on the battlefield.”

  Nitro and I are in the garage in the compound, working on our bikes, keeping a wary eye on the clubhouse—which we’ve all been told is off-limits for a while. A somber-looking Tarantula and Bala went in about an hour ago, adding another layer of mystery and intrigue to the whole scene.

  It’s a chilly night and the moon is dodging between some high, thick clouds overhead, casting the world around us in a dappled, silvery light that seems like it’s in constant motion. Whatever’s going on in there, I get the idea that it’s not good news, meaning the final battle is coming. And probably soon. It’s a thought that sends a chill through me.