Beauty and the Biker

by Riley, Alexa

  She holds up a big stuffed teddy bear dressed as a Marine, and points to the picture of me in the bear's arms. “I told him his Daddy was a Marine and was defending our country. I told him how brave his daddy was, and how much he loved him and mommy, and one day he’d come home.”

  I close my eyes and crush my son to my heart. I’ve missed so much time with him, and that stops today. I won’t ever miss anything ever again.

  AJ starts to wiggle, and I let go a little so he can lean back and look at me. “I wanna snack.”

  I laugh, seeing how perfect and beautiful he is, and I kiss him on the cheek. “I love you, AJ.”

  “Love you, Dada. Snack?”

  “Yeah, buddy, let’s get a snack.”

  As I stand in the kitchen, cutting up a sandwich for my little guy, I look over at Julie and smile. It’s amazing how I can stand here and have my heart burst with love, and keep on breathing. It’s too much, and I don’t deserve it, but I’ll spend the rest of my life earning it.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  SAVAGE

  “We all clear?” I glance over at Pres, already ready for this to be done.

  “Yep, we’ve already made a killing off the fight, sold out even more when people found out it would be your last.”

  It was easy making the choice for this to be my last fight. I wouldn't be spending my weekends fighting if I could be spending them with my old lady and our son. I had so much time to make up, and I wasn't going to waste it doing pointless shit. I didn't even need the money. I had saved all my money when I was in the Marines, not to mention all the money I’d made from fighting. Between Scribe doing all our investments and my pay for being the VP of the Ghost Riders, I had no use for it anymore, and everyone understood.

  “Let’s do this,” I say, dropping the wrapping I used to wrap my hands on the table next to me.

  It’s the first time Julie is watching me fight, and I have to admit I’m a little nervous. I’ve never lost before, and no one has ever managed to land a shot on me, so it would really be a shame to start now.

  “You ready to see me kick some ass, shortcake?”

  “As long as you’re the one doing the kicking, sure. I don’t think I can watch if you get hit.”

  “Guess I won’t get hit then.”

  I reach down and grab her ass, picking her up. I rub her curvy body against mine, and I try my best not to get hard. I can’t imagine fighting with an erection is fun. I give her a hard kiss, and then slide her back to the ground. Her cheeks flush, and she’s still got her hands on my chest. I smile, knowing what that look on her face means.

  “Baby, as soon as I’m done, I’ll take care of you.”

  She looks around the crowded room, and sees people in all kinds of kinky positions having fun and getting wild on fight night. I wasn’t sure about bringing her here at first, but she seems to like watching all the couples going at it. My girl is dirty.

  “I can’t help it, Abe. Seeing all these people fucking is turning me on. It must be all the adrenaline from the fighting. Jesus, it’s like one big orgy.”

  “I’m not fucking you out in the open, shortcake, so you can get that out of your head. Nobody is seeing what’s mine. You’re already claimed, so I don’t need to make it known.” I touch the dog tags around her neck, showing her what I mean. She’s wearing a low-cut tank top, so they are nestled safely between her fat tits, and seeing them there turns me on. “You wore that shirt to tease me, didn’t you?”

  “No, I wore this short-ass skirt with no panties to tease you. The top was a bonus.”

  “You’re not wearing panties?” Fuck. My dick is never going down.

  She gives me a sly smile, and I shake my head as I see her game. She’s trying to get me so turned on I’ll fuck her out in the open. “It’s not happening, Julie.”

  She sticks out her bottom lip in a pout, and it’s quite possibly the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. God, I need to get inside her.

  “After the fight, you’re mine.”

  “I’m always yours, Abe. But you better make it fast. I’m needy.”

  I give her one quick kiss and turn towards the ring.

  Burnout steps up next to the ring, not looking as cocky as he did when I first saw him. Maybe that’s because Casper made him retape his hands as his taped-up hands had been concealing metal knuckles. I could only laugh when she told me about it. Like he was even going to get a shot on me to begin with.

  I walk in at the same time as Burnout, and we walk to the middle of the ring and knock knuckles. When he first got here I heard him talking all kinds of shit. Now that his little trick has been busted he seems to have gone mute.

  I just want this done, and that’s what I plan on doing. Once this is over, Julie and I will have nothing hanging over our heads anymore. This is the final thing I need to clear out.

  This is underground rules, so there’s no ref. After someone rings a bell, I step up, land a right hook and watch him hit the ground. The crowd goes crazy.

  I turn around and walk out of the ring, not bothering to check if he gets up. He won’t. I go back to Julie, and she stands there with wide eyes and a look of disbelief on her face.

  “That’s it?”

  “Yeah, you said you were horny. I’d rather fuck than fight. No sense in dragging it out.”

  She gives me a wicked look and pulls me over to the sidelines. She makes me sit in one of the chairs while she removes the tape from my hands.

  “Fuck, you couldn't even it drag it out for a few minutes,” I hear Casper bitch next to me, but I just ignore her, my eyes still on Julie. I know some of them wanted me to play with him a little, but why do that when I got Julie to play with?

  “Julie,” I warn, but she just smiles at me and goes back to taking the tape off my hands. I’m shirtless and wearing loose shorts, so my erection is becoming obscene now. I don’t give a fuck though. I’ve got my girl in front of me, with no panties on, and it’s all I can think about.

  As she finishes one hand and moves to the next, she straddles my leg, spreading her own legs. I use my free hand to draw a line up the inside of her thigh, under her skirt, and touch her bare pussy lips.

  “Fuck, you really aren’t wearing any.”

  “None.”

  I touch her a little more, and I can feel the wetness coating her lips and leaking out of her pussy. Jesus, she’s soaked. “Are you turned on from seeing all this sex or watching me fight?”

  “Both,” she says, and I can see the need in her eyes. She’s always demanding when it comes to her pleasure, and right now I can see it. She’s right on the edge, and I bet it wouldn’t take me a dozen strokes of her clit to get her to cum.

  “Shortcake, I won’t let you cum in front of everyone. That’s for me. But if you want to ride me a little, you can. But you’re not cumming.”

  “I could suck you off.”

  “Jesus. Don’t say shit like that to me. I’m gonna cum in my fucking shorts. No, I don’t want people seeing you down on your knees either. You can ride me, and stay somewhat covered up. You want that or do you want to wait to get out of here?”

  “I want it now,” she whispers, and I see how bad she wants to do this. She’s always been so open and uninhibited with her body, but seeing her like this is new. I plan on giving her whatever she wants for the rest of her life, and if she wants new experiences, I’m down for that too.

  “Then giddy up, baby. Let’s take a little ride, shall we?”

  She gives me a devilish smile and straddles my waist, her toes barely touching the floor. I reach down and pull the waistband of my shorts down a little and pull my throbbing cock out. There are big pearly drops of pre-cum on the end, and I look up to see Julie licking her lips, wanting a taste. I rub my thumb across the tip, gathering a drop and taking it to her lips. She sucks my thumb into her mouth, closing her eyes and moaning at the taste.

  “Fuck, this is gonna be fast.”

  She opens her eyes and giggles, grabs my cock an
d puts it at her entrance. Suddenly, she slides all the way down, and I throw my head back and moan at the sensation. She’s so incredibly tight and hot. Her honey is already soaking my balls and she hasn’t even moved yet.

  I grab her hips and help her rise up a little since she can’t get much leverage off the ground. I’ll control her strokes and keep her from getting off, but it’s going to be sheer hell not to cum inside her right this second.

  “Goddamn, look at that ass.”

  I look over to see Casper staring at Julie, watching her move. She leans back in one of the chairs, with Vincent between her thighs.

  “I’m not really into chicks, Savage, but your girl has got a back end I’d make the switch for.” She ends on a grunt when Vincent apparently does something to get her attention. “Easy, Shield, I’m not going anywhere, just appreciating the show.”

  I look back at Julie who’s flushed red from the attention and her approaching orgasm. I pull her up and down on top of me, essentially jacking off my cock with her pussy. She moans and grinds against me on the down strokes, and our connection makes sticky sucking sounds.

  “You like this, don’t you, Julie? My dirty girl. Just remember, you’re mine and I’m letting everyone here know it.”

  I look behind her to see Lucias leaning against the ring, watching us and taking a long pull of his beer. He reaches down and rubs his hard cock, then tips his beer to me in salute. I give him a cocky grin and go back to fucking my woman.

  Julie leans forward, kissing my neck and licking the sweat off my chest. “Fuck, that’s it, baby. We’ve gotta go.”

  With that, I stand up, and still buried inside of her, carry her to the back of the cave. Once we’re alone, I walk over to the wall and pin her to it, fucking her rough. “You’re mine.”

  “Yours, Abe. Only yours.”

  As I pound into her, I feel her tighten on me, and then just as I thrust against her clit, she cums. Her pussy pulses around my cock, and her greedy cunt pulls my cum from me, sending me over the edge. I thrust inside her one last time, and give her what she’s begging for. I fill her up, claiming her pussy and letting her know it’s mine.

  “When I pull out and my cum runs down your legs, past the bottom of your skirt, and people can see, I don’t want you wiping it away. I want it there for everyone to see. I want you marked and taken for the whole goddamn world to know it. You got that, shortcake?”

  “I got it, Abe.”

  She smiles and puts her hands on either side of my face, leaning up to kiss me.

  “God, I fucking love you, Julie.”

  “Me too, baby. Me too.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  JULIE

  I run my fingers through Abe’s hair as I watch our son run through the field. Abe moves his head from my lap to my thigh, silently asking me to pay more attention to him. I smile a little, thinking he’s like cat getting petted.

  “You haven't really had any more nightmares,” I say, thinking about how perfect everything has been. We’ve been staying at my tiny apartment, for which Abe ordered a new bed. When he saw mine for the first time, he immediately said he could never fit, and he wouldn’t sleep without me again. I just kissed him and agreed. I didn’t want to sleep without him again either.

  “I haven’t slept like this since…” He pauses, trying to think. “I can’t remember a time I’ve slept this well. Maybe I never have.”

  “The one nightmare you had wasn’t bad at all.”

  Sitting up, he pulls me into his lap, wrapping his body around me. “Your voice seemed to pull me right out,” he whispers into my ear.

  I can’t help but smile at the idea that I’m his cure.

  “I also think it helps that I dream about you guys now. The desert dreams are long gone.”

  The wind blows, making the sunflowers dance in the field. I watch AJ playing soccer between them. The motorcycle clubhouse has so much land behind it you could almost get lost. Acres and acres of the most beautiful land.

  “It’s so peaceful out here.”

  “I didn’t bring you here just to have a picnic, shortcake. I wanted to show you where we’re going to build our new home. I’m thinking six rooms.”

  “Six rooms! Who’s going to clean all that?” I squeal, turning in his lap and straddling him.

  “Well, we want all the kids to have their own rooms, don’t we?” he says matter-of-factly, like he has this all planned out.

  “I am not having five kids,” I say, making sure we’re all clear on that. Our ten-pound baby, AJ, was not easy to carry.

  “I know that.” He looks at me like I was crazy to think we were going to have five kids. “We’ll have four.

  The extra room will be for your accounting office.”

  “Three and that’s it.” Bargaining with him is never easy, so I’m trying to stand my ground.

  “Four and I’ll make bacon every day for breakfast.” He smirks like he’s holding the golden bacon ticket.

  “I’ll think about it.”

  “We should get started right now,” he grunts, flipping us over so I’m on my back with him over me.

  “Abe, AJ is right over there.” I motion with my head to our son, kicking his soccer ball around.

  “Besides…” I pause until he looks back at me, his blue eyes meeting mine. I want to see his face for this.

  “We’ve already made number two.”

  At my words, his eyes light up, and then they start to fill with tears. He leans down, burying his face in my neck, and I wrap my arms around him, just feeling the love between us.

  “I’m just so happy, shortcake,” he mumbles against my neck.

  He missed so much with AJ, and I know he can’t wait to experience all the parts of being a parent. From my bitching about bloated feet, midnight ice cream runs, dirty diapers and sleepless nights, he’s finally ready and so am I.

  When you love someone, their struggles become yours, and their hurt is your hurt. I never wanted him to carry this on his own, but he needed to in order to see that together we are stronger. We’ve both been through so much, and though we didn’t think it was possible, our fairy tale has come true. It didn’t go according to plan, and it didn’t follow the path we thought it would, but here we are, together and having our happily ever after.

  He leans up, and I kiss him, smiling against his lips. This is definitely better than bacon.

  Also by Alexa Riley

  Meet Mackenzie and Vincent… Pulling Her Trigger

  PULLING HER TRIGGER

  CHAPTER 1

  MAC

  My finger curves around the trigger, ready to take my shot. I know it is only a matter of time before I do, so I am ready. Pres didn’t see the look on some of their faces before he arrived, but I had. The Five Aces are pissed and it showed. I saw the rage and hate through my scope before my brothers arrived.

  Shifting my position, I test the wind, and make sure I’ve got a clear shot if shit goes down. There isn’t a target I can’t hit, and I don’t plan on starting now. I’m one of only nine women who have operated as a sniper for the Air Force, but they aren’t the only branch of military I was used for. I am small and get around unnoticed, and it doesn’t hurt that I am one of the best shots anyone knew of. I played with the Marines a lot, and it’s actually how I met the men I’m protecting today.

  I know no one can see me up here on top of this building unless I want them to, but my brothers know I’m here, and that’s all that matters. I’ve always been at their backs whenever they need me, and I was doing it long before I was in the club. We picked this meeting spot because I told Pres it would be perfect. The west bottoms of Kansas City are always abandoned when the sun sets. Most of the warehouses down here have been sitting vacant for years. I stare at the once-vacant lot before me, that’s now filled with four of my brothers and five of the Five Aces. They might think they have us outnumbered, but I could take out three of them before they knew what happened.

  I have no problem sitting
here all night; it’s what I’ve trained to do. I can wait for hours. I’ve been in the sand with the sun beating down on me, in the mud and pouring rain, in the fucking Amazon never knowing what was crawling up my goddamn leg.

  I killed when I was in the Air Force. Hell, I killed after I got out too, but I haven’t killed for the club. All Pres has to do is give me the word and it’s done. In a heartbeat. In the Air Force I never took my kills personally. You have to keep everything separate, and keep your emotions in check because that’s what you’re paid to do. I took my orders, took out the bad guys, but now things are different. I’ve got skin in this game, so when it’s time to get the job done, it’s not because of a paycheck. Just like when I killed in the field, one less piece of shit in the world, I feel no different about the Five Aces. Taking out a few of them wouldn’t make me lose any sleep, but fuck, dead bodies is what got us into the shit storm. The plan tonight is to only maim if possible, not start a full-on war between clubs.

  They’d stolen some of our guns from the firing range Pres and I own together: the range I run. The guns that were stolen are my responsibility, and it just so happens one of them got left at the scene of a double murder. I don’t care what Pres says, it is my fault. They robbed the range in the middle of the night, bypassing our security. Maybe bypassing isn’t the right word, they blew a fucking hole in the side of the goddamn building.

  Those guns are my responsibility as the sergeant at arms for the Ghost Riders, and I want them back. The Aces destroyed part of something I poured every penny I had into when I left the Air Force. The range is my baby. I’d reported them missing but that didn’t stop the cops from crawling up our asses, pointing fingers at us for a murder. We tend to keep our noses pretty clean, but the cops always have a hard-on for us. I have blood on my hands, but the blood they were asking about this time isn’t mine.