Smokey's Distraction: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 15)

by Chiah Wilder

  “After our drink, let’s get the fuck outta here. We have some time before your shift,” Smokey whispered in her ear.

  “Sounds good.”

  “I’ll be back with your drinks,” Jared mumbled before moving away.

  They settled back into their chairs, hands clasped tightly together.

  “Did you meet Willy in Denver?”

  “No. After I left Brenda’s, I was back on the streets. Soon after, I got arrested for stealing a car. I didn’t even want the damn thing. I just wanted a place to stay that was covered and safe. Anyway, the judge was pretty cool. He put me on probation and ordered a ton of community service. My case got transferred here, and I ended up back home with my fucked-up parents.”

  “That must’ve been terrible. Was your dad super pissed at you?”

  “Yeah—pissed that I was back. The streets made me hard, so he didn’t try any shit with me. My PO sent me to Willy’s farm for my community service. Best move ever. Willy guided me and acted more like a dad than my old man ever did.”

  “Here you go,” Whitney said as she set the drinks on the table. “Enjoy.” Giving Ashley a wink, she scampered away.

  Smokey took a sip and continued. “Willy lost his son in a motorcycle crash. He was twenty-five, and it shredded the old man’s heart. He often told me I reminded him of his boy.” Pausing, his eyes took on a faraway look. “I became like a son to him. He taught me a ton of shit about motorcycles—how to ride them, fix them, and cherish them. And he never blamed the motorcycle for his son’s death, just the SOB who ran the red light. It was Willy who showed me how to build things, and by the end of my community service, I’d helped him build a garage. When I stood there, looking at what I’d helped build, I saw what I could do with my hands.”

  Ashley brought his hand to her lips and kissed it. “Your hands aren’t just good with building,” she said in a soft voice.

  A devilish smile spread across his lips.

  “Where did the Insurgents fit in?”

  “I met Banger, Itchy, Buffalo, and Rob at Willy’s, who were all longtime friends of his. Banger hung out the most at the farm. He and the other Insurgents used to look out for me, and invited me over to the club to play pool and darts. When shit got to be too much at home, I’d crash at Willy’s, or sometimes at Banger’s place.” He laughed. “That’s how I entered the world of Harleys and whiskey.”

  She smiled at the look on his face. “So, did you join right away?”

  “I was a hangaround until I turned eighteen, and then I started prospecting. I finally patched in at twenty. The MC saved my fuckin’ life. It gave me a purpose and the direction I needed. If it hadn’t been for the Insurgents, I don’t know where I’d be. They’re my brothers—my family. I’d give my life for any one of them, and they’d do the same for me.”

  “It’s wonderful you all have such a close bond.”

  “It is. There’s a closeness among bikers you don’t see, not even in most families. Citizens don’t get the lifestyle at all. Our world is a culture and way of life that’s both noble, but also primal in nature. We stick our fingers up at the world and don’t give a fuck or care about what others think.”

  “I picked that up about you. It’s also one of the things I like and admire about you. You don’t try to kiss ass or play it safe.”

  “And I like your ‘fuck you’ sass. Like I said, we’re survivors, and that makes us tough as hell.”

  The tip of her tongue flicked out across her top lip as she held his gaze. “I have a confession to make—I like your gruff, no-bullshit toughness, softened by a sexy as hell smile.”

  Smokey’s dark look was so intense, it took her breath away. Suddenly, he turned her chair around and yanked her against him. Burying a hand in her hair, he pulled hard, jerking her head back, then smashed his mouth against hers. The force of the kiss stunned her. Wrapping her arms around him, she held him close, the kiss stealing all reason from her. It consumed her, shutting off the volume of Whitney’s words and pushing the warning flags to the farthest corners of her mind. At that moment, she didn’t want caution, didn’t want to analyze a thing, and she sure as hell didn’t want to stop kissing him.

  He broke away, running his tongue down the side of her neck.

  “We should get out of here,” she whispered.

  Putting his hands on either side of her face, he pressed his lips to her forehead, nose, and cheeks. “You do something to me, darlin’,” he rasped, affection warming his eyes.

  As his words embraced her, Ashley’s cheeks flushed, sending shivers throughout her body.

  Smokey shoved his chair back and stood up, then helped her to her feet. Throwing a few bills onto the table, he grabbed her hand and led her out into the sunlight.

  17

  Smokey woke to the low ring of his phone. Groggy from sleep, he squinted at the lit screen before placing the cell to his ear.

  “What’s up?” he croaked, pushing up to lean against the headboard.

  “Banger wants you to go with us to Cottonwood this afternoon to kick some Rising Order ass,” Klutch said.

  “What time are we heading out?”

  “Around three, but we’re meeting at two to go over the plans.”

  “I’ll be there.”

  Ending the call, he set the phone down on the nightstand and watched the morning rays filter through the slats of the blinds. It was so quiet, he could hear Ashley’s steady breathing. A smile crept across his face as he turned and looked at her. The soft golden sheen of sunlight fell across her, making her features even softer in sleep. Reaching out, he stroked her black hair, remembering how silky it felt against his body the night before.

  The covers had fallen down around her waist, showing the smooth curve of her tits and rosy nipples. His dick twitched, and his breathing deepened. She’s fuckin’ beautiful.

  Smokey never expected to be in Ashley’s bed that weekend, doing the one thing he swore he’d never do since starting his company. He crossed the line. He could tell himself that what had happened between them was just sex, but he’d be lying, because Ashley was more than a weekend fuck. The pleasure and joy he’d experienced with her went beyond sex. Rubbing his hand against his face, he leaned back. I took her to Willy’s. Not once had he ever let a woman into his personal life. Fucking chicks had been for fun, but with Ashley, it was different.

  Smokey looked back at her. “What the fuck have you done to me, woman?” he muttered under his breath.

  “How long have you been up?”

  He ran a finger down the side of her face. “Just for a bit. I got a call.”

  “And?”

  “I have something to do.”

  He could see the disappointment in her eyes. “So we’re not going to Crystal Lake today?”

  A sigh slid past his lips. “No, but I’ll take you another time.”

  “I’d like that. Are you working today?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Is it the strip mall site?”

  “No. No more questions, okay?”

  Her eyes widened. “Is it something to do with the club?” she asked in a hushed tone.

  He chuckled. “Woman, I just said no more questions.”

  She giggled. “I can’t help it—I’m nosey. When are you leaving?”

  “Around one.” Positioning himself on his side, he pulled her into his arms, wanting to feel the warmth of her skin against his. “I want you real bad, darlin’.”

  “I want you too, but I have to go to the bathroom.”

  He ran the tip of his nose along hers. “Hurry back.”

  She rolled away from him, and then padded off toward the bathroom. Smokey couldn’t help but admire her perfect ass, and the sensual way her hips swayed as she walked away from him. He quickly sat up and reached for his phone to check for any texts from his brothers. When the club planned a beatdown, or something worse, plans usually changed a few times before the event took place. So far, no one had contacted him since Klutch had called, w
hich meant they were still on to leave at three that afternoon. Smokey had been looking forward to taking Ashley to Crystal Lake and fucking her under a canopy of pine trees, but that would have to wait for another day. The club came first, and always would.

  The water from the sink shut off, and Smokey looked over to see Ashley emerge from the bathroom, her hair brushed, and the sleep scrubbed from her face. He took in her body, enjoying the way her tits jiggled as she walked toward him. There was no doubt about it—her body was made for driving a man wild.

  Climbing onto the bed, she draped her arms around his shoulders, her fingernails teasing the back of his neck as she pressed her naked body against his. The scent of her consumed him, along with her soft skin and silky hair that brushed against his arms. Running his hands slowly down her back, he cupped her well-rounded ass in the palms of his hands.

  Placing the tip of her finger just above his lips, he parted them as she glided it over his mouth.

  “Put it inside,” he said, his hands skimming up to stroke along the sides of her tits.

  Staring into his eyes, she pushed it into his mouth, causing a feral shot of lust to run through him. Clamping down on it, he sucked hungrily, swirling his tongue around it. With a mischievous smile, Ashley pulled it out slowly and pushed it back inside. Enough teasing. Jerking her hand away, he tilted her head back and kissed her hard. Cupping her breast in his hand, he rolled her nipple between his fingers, making her moan. The sounds she made drove him crazy, and he couldn’t get enough.

  “I need to fuck you hard, darlin’,” he rasped, dragging his mouth down her neck to the pulsing hollow at the base of her throat.

  “I want to feel you inside of me.”

  Nipping the swells of her breasts, he said, “I’ll give it to you real good.”

  “I’m on the pill.”

  Smokey paused. “You want to do it raw?”

  “Yes,” she said, running her fingers through his hair. “Are you clean?”

  “Yeah. I always wear a rubber, and I got tested not too long ago during a physical.”

  “I just want to feel you and nothing else.”

  “Same here.” If she were any other woman telling him she was on the pill, he wouldn’t believe her. Too many of his friends had been burned by chicks saying just that and lying about it, but he trusted Ashley implicitly, and that blew his fucking mind.

  Biting down hard on her nipple, she cried out.

  “Get on all fours,” he demanded.

  Breaking away, she did as she was told. “I’ve never done it this way.”

  Coming up behind her, he took in the way her tits hung down, and how perfect her ass was. Leaning over, he grabbed her breasts and kneaded them. Pulling down on her nipples, he relished in her guttural moans each time he pinched the marbled buds.

  “Are you wet?” He cupped her pussy. “Yeah … you’re fuckin’ drenched.”

  Holding his erection, he slipped the head of his cock through her engorged folds, inhaling sharply as her juices coated him.

  “I like that,” he growled. “Do you like it?”

  “Yes.”

  Bending over, he grabbed one of her tits while sliding his dick between her soaking folds. Not wanting to explode before he entered her, he sat up and gripped her hips as he pulled back, then slowly pushed inside, watching her skin stretch and expand around him.

  “So fuckin’ tight,” he murmured, her breathy moans driving him on. Once fully inside her warmth, he pumped his hips with force, watching her ass jiggle with every thrust.

  Pushing back to meet him, she groaned, “That feels so damn good.”

  Raising his hand, he smacked her butt and pushed forward, forcing her down into the mattress while pounding her harder. Their grunts and moans mingled with the slaps of his thighs hitting against her soft flesh. Slipping his hand under her, he pinched her clit.

  “Shit,” she panted, gripping the sheets in her fists.

  Fire roared through his veins as her pussy started to pulse around him.

  Through her ragged breathing, she forced out, “I’m so close,” bucking against him.

  When the base of his spine tightened, he clenched his teeth, gripping her harder, feeling sure that her delicate skin would bear his mark. Tilting her hips up, he adjusted for the right angle and pummeled even deeper into her.

  “Is it hard enough for you?” he ground out, smacking her ass again.

  Arching higher, she cried out, “Smokey … Yes. Fuck.”

  Grabbing a fistful of hair, he yanked her head back, wanting to look at her as

  the pressure in his balls intensified. He took in her disheveled hair, flaring nostrils, and glistening skin. With his gaze locked on hers, his body tensed while jets of his hot seed spilled into her.

  “Fuck, Ashley—fuck!”

  “Holy shit!”

  Her warm walls spasmed around him, squeezing him like a vise. The sensation was incredible, and he loved the way her pussy pulsed around his cock, her juices coating him and dripping down his balls. The intensity of her jolted his senses like a power surge, and he knew for a fact that he’d never have enough of her.

  Rubbing his hands over her ass, he tried to steady his breathing. She let out a loud, contented sigh before collapsing onto the bed. Lowering his head, he trailed kisses from the crease of her buttocks up to her neck, then pulled out of her. Laying down beside her, he pulled her into his arms, nuzzling his face into her coconut-scented hair. She snuggled closer, running her fingertips lightly across his chest.

  “That was amazing,” she said, her warm breath fanning across his skin.

  Kissing her hair, he held her tighter. “You’re amazing.”

  A quiet peace fell over them as they held each other. Smokey couldn’t remember ever feeling so comfortable with a woman as he did with Ashley. She was the only woman who satisfied him in a way no other woman ever had, nor ever could.

  “Are you going to come back after work?”

  “I won’t be able to. I’ll be working through most of the night.”

  Ashley looked up at him. “Really? Won’t it be hard to work in the dark?”

  A soft chuckle rumbled from his throat before he brushed his lips against hers. “No questions, remember?” Patting her ass, he changed the subject. “Do you have any food in the house?”

  Feigning an indignant look, she huffed. “Of course.”

  “Like what?”

  “Frozen stuff. Orange juice, eggs, and some green olives stuffed with pimentos.”

  “That’s not food, woman. I’ll go over to Fairway Market and pick up some things.” He laughed when a look of fear flashed across her face. “And before you freak out, I don’t expect you to cook. I’ll make breakfast.”

  She sighed in relief. “I can just order takeout. I have a list of places that deliver, and I think a lot of them have breakfast items.”

  He tweaked her nose. “No thanks—I’ll cook. Do you like huevos rancheros?” She nodded. “Good. Fairway’s has a booth where these women make the best homemade corn tortillas. I’ll pick up a few.”

  “I never would’ve thought you knew how to cook,” she said, sitting up.

  “I’ve been on my own a long time, so I learned to make the stuff I like to eat.”

  “Do you guys take turns cooking at the club?”

  “Sometimes, different brothers will make the chow. My friend, Tank, makes the best damn barbecue sauce I’ve ever tasted. We use his recipe for our barbecue restaurant, Big Rocky’s.”

  “I’ll have to try it sometime. You live full-time at the club?”

  “Yeah.”

  “That’s interesting. Do most of the guys live there?”

  “The ones with old ladies don’t, and a couple of the brothers have their own places, but for the most part, the majority of the brothers live there.”

  “So it’s like a fraternity house?”

  He couldn’t stop the laugh that came out. “I gotta share that one with the guys. I never heard anyo
ne compare us to a frat house. And believe me, we’re nothing like those pansy-ass pussies.”

  She smiled. “I believe that.”

  Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he got to his feet. “I’m going to shower first.”

  “I noticed your toiletry bag on the sink. Do you always travel with it?”

  “Yeah. That, and a change of clothes—all of us do. You never know when you’ll have to crash somewhere when riding. Your bike could break down when you’re out of town, or the weather can make you pull over when on the road. You just never know.”

  “And the condoms?”

  He gave her his full attention. “As a biker, you gotta be prepared for anything that comes up.” He scooped up his jeans and boxers off the chair. “Do you want to come to the store with me?”

  “End of conversation?”

  “End of questions. If you wanna come, be ready by the time I finish cleaning up.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You’re so bossy.”

  He walked over to the bed and bent down low so his face was mere inches from hers. “And you love it.” He kissed her hard then straightened up and started for the bathroom.

  A while later, Smokey walked into the kitchen to find Ashley standing in front of the window in a short denim skirt and spandex top, her raven hair falling to her perfectly shaped hips that curved in toward her toned legs. From her profile, he saw the roundness of her breast, and the faint outline of a nipple pressing against the fabric of her top. Sucking in his breath, he drank her in, causing his dick to stir. It amazed him how she could take him from zero to sixty in seconds without doing a damn thing.

  He came up behind her, roped his arms around her waist, hugging her close as he whispered in her ear, “My sexy woman.”

  Placing her hands on top of his, she leaned into him. When she turned her head and raised it up toward him, he leaned down and kissed her passionately.

  “I hate like fuck to leave you today.”

  Ashley ran her fingers along his jaw. “I wish you could stay. I’ll miss you.”

  Pulling away, he muttered, “Yeah,” before scooping up the keys to her cage. “What’re you going to do now that our plans went to hell?”