by Lynn, Davida
Somehow, my identity didn’t seem as important. I had a name, and apparently I had a real place of my own in California’s capital. I was Carla, now, but Patience was inside of me, too. It was a past I couldn’t erase; it was a past I had to embrace.
Trask addressed the Rising Sons. “High alert, boys. We are on high alert.”
“Maybe if we hadn’t played chicken with Captain, we wouldn’t be in this fucking mess. Maybe if we hadn’t been lied to.” Apparently Stache was still one of my outspoken opponents. He shot me a look on par with Captain’s.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Trask shook his head, “We withheld some information, I’ll grant you that. I don’t know just which of you I can trust with sensitive information quite yet. Crucify me for that if you want, but that’s what being a leader is all about. I promise that from here on out, I’ll lay all the cards on the table and we’ll vote fair and square on everything; you have my word. When you joined, I asked you for complete trust. That’s what I expect. You know what I don’t expect? Any trouble from the Devil’s. I want everybody looking over their shoulder, but I’m not expecting it. Carla is our nuclear deterrent. She’s our doomsday device.”
Romero half-raised his hand, “ I don’t want to sound dumb or nothin’, but you mind saying that in English?”
“Why don’t we let her explain?” Trask turned to me.
Honestly, I was done talking. Half of them hated me, and half of them loved me. I didn’t think I’d be changing any opinions, but when the president calls, you answer. “Basically, we’ve got them by the balls. They aren’t going to mess with us because of me. They know I have the power to wipe them out with a phone call. Because of that, the chances of the Devil’s Branch looking for retribution are almost nothing.They’re fucked.”
I almost laughed. I heard the words coming out of my mouth and realized that I was one of them. The question of my loyalty was answered. It wasn’t one of the three choices, though; It was two. First and foremost, I was loyal to Thunder. I was willing to do absolutely anything for the man who would put himself in harm’s way for me every time. There was no question that I was his.
In the five days since waking up with no memory, the DEA never reached out for me. They were watching, sure, but through all my struggles, they were nowhere to be found. At any point they could have stepped in. In reality, they didn’t leave so much as a note to let me know they had my back and I was safe. There was no loyalty, and there was no love lost.
Some of the Rising Sons didn’t like me; I knew that much. Some disliked me because of Patience, others probably hated me because of a potential war with a rival gang. Even still, I felt more respect and care from the Rising Sons and from my government and employer. My complete loyalty was with the Rising Sons Motorcycle Club, Davis Chapter.
A week after the meeting, Thunder and I drove to Sacramento. I stood in front of the door to a small bungalow. The place was locked up, and I didn’t have a key, but after a little searching, Thunder found a spare under a concrete goose.
The place was mine, but it just didn’t feel like me. I didn’t recognize the furniture or the pictures on the wall. We hunted through my office and found all of my necessary paperwork. I had a passport, a birth certificate, a Social Security card. It was like being born anew. It was bittersweet,
I’d be back, only to start preparing to sell the place. It just wasn’t me, anymore. My life was in Davis. The barebones apartment that Patience had lived in was rented month-to-month, so I had some freedom. Since Thunder had just made an offer on some land, I didn’t think I’d be living there much longer, anyway.
The DEA made no attempt to contact me during my lost week. I was the one that made contact. They pulled me in, and I basically disappeared for a week inside the Sacramento office. It took them that long to fully accept that I had lost my memory. Once they were sure, they let me go. The DEA doesn’t take kindly to “going rogue” as they called it. It didn’t bother me, though. That wasn’t my life, and I wasn’t going to try and fit into it.
Three weeks went by without incident in Davis. The high alert changed to a low alert, and from there it disappeared altogether. Things at the Watering Hole fell back into a calm rhythm. It was business as usual expanding the Rising Sons’ empire.
Things with Carla Landry fell into a beautiful rhythm with Denny Stephens. That was who we were at home. At the club, we were still Patience and Thunder. Her name had grown on me. It represented a new Patience; one who lived up to her namesake rather than something ironic. I felt respect growing from the members that disliked me.
Turns out Thunder had been more than modest when he told me about his money. Between my bank accounts in his, we were set for a comfortable existence working when we pleased.
Donna convinced me that working behind the bar at the Watering Hole was sunshine, lollipops and rainbows. For some reason, I believe her. The place was a madhouse night after night, but I grew to love it. While I served out pitchers of beer and glasses of whiskey, Thunder would meet my eyes and make me fall in love with him all over again. He was a hard man not to love. His favorite pastime? Driving me mad with lust until the bar closed down. Then there was the Harley ride that preceded the Thunder ride.
As usual, the beautiful vibrations of the motorcycle had me raring to go the second we arrived at Thunder’s. After dropping the kickstand, he stood up.
Thunder turned back to me, “End of the road, babe.”
I gave him a bad girl smile, “I hope it’s not the end of the ride, though...” As I spoke, my hands were at his belt buckle. I had it off and his fly down in mere seconds. There was no time to waste. I had walked through the desert, and the oasis was in sight.
“God damn. Long night?” His last word was groaned out as I reached into his pants. My fingers wrapped around Thunder’s manhood. I let out a moan, myself, when I felt that thick rod waiting for me. I had been dying for it from the moment he sent me behind the bar with a hard spank.
I moaned and kissed the back of Thunder’s neck, “Very long night.” I slid his jeans down enough to free his cock. I ran one hand over his chest as I began to stroke Thunder. There was something incredibly hot about getting him off while we straddled his motorcycle. It was like a physical expression of our lust.
As I got him nice and hard, I knew that Thunder wanted to get off the Harley, but it was just too sexy for me to stop. Besides, if everything went to plan, we weren’t going to be getting to the bedroom, anyway. I made sure his shaft was nice and wet before I made my next move.
I pulled myself from behind him, but when Thunder tried to move, I put a firm hand on his chest. “No. Stay. Good boy.” I loved teasing him, and besides, he’d been driving me wild all night; mouthing dirty things at me and texting me even naughtier things.
Sinking to my knees beside his Harley, I begged Thunder to come to me with my finger. I was biting my bottom lip and giving him the sexiest eyes I could muster. Thunder stood before me, and I took him into my mouth. His taste drove me even wilder. I absolutely had to have him. I needed to be filled and pleasured like it was our last night on earth.
He leaned back against his bike while I sucked his cock. I loved making Thunder feel so manly and powerful. That power was one of my favorite things about him. Once I had him rock hard and ready, I stood up, turning around and shaking my ass for him as I did.
I was in front of him, my back to his. It was the Thunder’s turn to get my jeans down my legs. He did it like a hungry, ferocious beast. I squealed with delight as he wrestled my jeans off. Driving his nails back up my body, Thunder stopped just before he reached my panties.
When Thunder reached the panty line of my black underwear, I cried out, my body pulled backwards into his. I felt his cock press between my cheeks. The wetness from it felt amazing on my skin. I moaned again as he pushed forward, meeting my body with his own. Thunder didn't waste any time in slipping his fingers under my thin panties.
His fingers felt warm, even against my burning
skin. He slowly slid his fingers downwards, pressing on my mound. My body shuddered in the night air as he touched my most sensitive area.
Thunder’s manly fingers found the top of my slit, and I threw my head back. He kissed my neck as I laid against his shoulder. He pressed between my folds, finding my swollen clit waiting for him. I reached behind and found his cock. I started stroking again, the head still between my cheeks, pressing against the thin layer of fabric between my cheeks.
“Oh god, baby. Are you wet already?” He growled it softly into my ear.
I smiled, “I’ve been wet since before I got on the back of your bike...”
He spun me around and pulled me against his muscular build. We kissed, all the tension and teasing released in a flurry of passionate kisses. We took our time, kissing each other while our hands explored. I loved it, but I was more than warmed up.
“It’s been hours,” I whined, “Just fuck me already, you bad fucking biker.”
He responded with his body. Thunder lifted me with ease, turning me to face his motorcycle. His hand pressed at my back, pushing me down until my hands were planted on the seat.
Thunder squeezed my ass and spread me. I wanted to turn around so badly, but his other hand was firmly holding me in place by my neck. I can only imagine the view he had as he bent me forward on his motorcycle. He pushed down even more, and I dropped to my elbows.
Then Thunder pulled my panties down. Hard and fast, the panties slid down my legs and exposed me to my rough biker. I bit my bottom lip, my face twisted in anticipation. I wanted his big cock so badly. I pushed my ass backwards, desperate to feel his thickness. His grip on my neck tightened. I gasped when I felt him slap his cock against my ass.
I felt Thunder position himself behind me, and I waited. I should have known the teasing wouldn’t stop. Thunder chuckled to himself behind me as I sucked in quick breaths and waited. I let out a cry of displeasure, and that’s when he slid inside.
His entire length filled me, and his hips slammed into my ass. I gripped the metal behind the motorcycle seat, holding onto it as Thunder slid out and slammed into me again. My mouth was open wide, and I was screaming with delight every time his cock slammed into my tightness. The relief was massive, and I could already feel an orgasm growing. I was bent at just the right angle, because every time he split me, he pressed against my g-spot.
My moans were getting louder and higher all the time, and it wasn’t long before the first orgasm tore me apart. Thunder pushed my head down, and I screamed his name into the leather seat of his motorcycle. My cries rang out into the cool, night sky.
I was panting the words when I finally had myself under control, “Jesus, Thunder, faster, faster!”
“”I’m not done, yet.” I could hear the smile on his face; I didn’t need to see it.
He picked up the pace immediately, and I could feel another orgasm building already. I was usually a one-and-done lady, but I had no control anymore. It was coming, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. Each thrust, each squeeze of my neck, each hard spank on my ass pushed it closer and bigger.
Thunder made me come two more times, both coming as quickly as the first one. His shaft just made me quiver over and over again. I don’t know how I stayed up on my legs, even bent so far over his motorcycle. My eyes rolled back in my head, and only guttural noises came from me. I had no idea how he was able to give me so much pleasure. He was the only man I ever had any memory of being with, but I couldn’t imagine anyone else.
Just when I was thinking how impressive his stamina was, his grunts began to get louder and more sporadic. I moaned and pushed my ass back to meet him, our bodies pounding into each other harder and harder.
I sucked in a breath, ready to make him come harder than ever. Turning back to my man, I asked, “Are you going to come for your little fuck machine?”
The timing was perfect, and it pushed him over the edge. Thunder slid his entire length inside of me, both his hands pulling my hips back to meet his. As he screamed like a banshee, Thunder leaned over me. Feeling his weight on my body as he came was the purest form of happiness I’d ever felt.
Thunder whispered, his words rough and strained, “Fuck, I love you. I’m dead serious. Carla, I can’t picture my life without you, anymore.”
My heart came to a sudden and violent stop. I turned my head to face Thunder. “Oh my God, I love you, too. I love you, Denny.”
The two of us made out in the darkness as our bodies recovered. He helped me stand up, and the two of us finally dragged ourselves inside.
I was in his bedroom, digging through a drawer T-shirts. As I picked the one I would sleep in, I heard Thunder in the doorway. He was shirtless, his faded jeans and cocky smile completing the look of a sexy outlaw.
The ring box made me gasp. I had been too distracted by his chest to notice it, at first. When he sank to one knee, though, I saw it. I dropped the T-shirt and threw my hands over my mouth.
“I meant what I said. I can’t picture my life without you, anymore. Carla Landry, would you make me the happiest man for the rest of our lives?”
He stood up just in time to catch me. I threw myself at him, repeating one word over and over again between frenzied kisses.
The End
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Davis Chapter, Book Two
Temperance
When Celeste had the choice between love and financial security, forces outside of her control chose for her. Stuck with a cold man who becomes violent towards her, she has to turn to the man she left behind. Kyle is a biker from the wrong side of the tracks, and what starts as an escape plan turns into something far more dangerous.
Celeste learns that her fiancé is a brutal businessman hell-bent on getting her back…dead or alive. With the help of the Rising Sons Motorcycle Club, Kyle and Celeste have to take on Conrad Blythe and his security force in the name of true love.
Chapter One:
“Just take the job.”
“Yeah, but why?”
My face twisted in confusion, “Okay, I don't even know where to begin answering that question. Let's start with the $1300 sitting in front of you.”
“Thirteen hundred ain’t that much. You're talking like I need that money.”
“You do need that money, Kyle.”
“Keep convincing me.” It was like he hadn’t even heard me.
He was really getting on my nerves and making me regret calling him up. “This job is right up your alley. I figured you'd be all over this.”
“If that's the case, why are you trying to ply me with money?”
“I’m not asking for charity, Kyle. I'm asking you to do a job. People get paid for jobs.” He was wearing me down. I didn’t want to have to say what he wanted me to say. I really didn’t.
“Paid way more than this, usually. Keep convincing.”
I knew what he wanted to hear, but it tore my heart out to actually say. The look on Kyle's face told me that he wouldn't agree until I gave in. “Because, Kyle, you are the best driver in California. Is that what you needed to hear?”
His smile said it all. What a narcissistic son of a bitch. After ten years of knowing him, it's my own fault for expecting anything different, really. “You know? It really does help. It’s not about the money, anyway.”
I couldn’t help but throw that back at him, “Oh, then you won’t mind if I just keep it then, will you?” As I dragged the envelope away from him, Kyle reached out and snatched it. He turned it over, feeling a spot that stuck out.