Biker's Little Secret: Carolina Devils MC

by Brook Wilder

  The fingers of his left hand stroked along the curve of my face as his right hand pulled at the button that kept my tits from falling out of his shirt.

  “Where do you have a dress shirt from,” I breathed, as his hand moved inside it, sending a shiver through me as it slipped under my right breast. I felt my sex getting wetter and my nipple stand up, hard and proud.

  “It was still here when I moved in,” he whispered, his thumb brushing across my hot, pointed nipple and bringing a moan from my throat before I could complain. “Sorry, I had it laundered.”

  As his fingers glided up towards my lips, I opened my mouth and used my tongue to guide them inside me. I softly sucked on his first two fingers, gently caressing them with my tongue, as his free hand robbed me of my last button. He slid the shirt over my left breast, exposing my flat stomach and the soft, smooth skin of my pussy. I shuddered as his fingers brushed along that sensitive place, lightly tracing circles down towards my trembling folds.

  Just having his fingers in my mouth was turning me on. I licked delicately under them, wishing I had his big cock in my mouth instead. I couldn’t help it but my hips were moving involuntarily, making small movements in the air, longing to feel something against my aching clit.

  I took my hands off his shoulders and ran them over his pants. I could feel him, hard and hot, trapped beneath his jeans. I rubbed my hand over his bulge at pace with the small thrusts of my hips, making him sigh this time. I went for his belt, undoing it and going for his zipper, when he took his fingers out of my mouth. Still wet from my tongue, he slid them urgently up into my pussy.

  I let out a gasped of surprise, which quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as his slippery fingers played around my wet opening, catching my clit with just enough pressure to force my hands back out to grab his shoulders again and grip tightly. I was so hot, already I could feel myself close to coming. I couldn’t stop my hips pushing against his hand, bucking gently to try and force him further inside me. My moans got louder and I put my hand on his, guiding him to where I need him and holding him still so I could fuck his fingers, getting myself closer and closer…

  Suddenly, he put a hand under my butt and stopped me. I tried to hold on to him, tried to hold onto my orgasm, but he was too strong. He pulled his fingers away and I punched him on the shoulder in frustration.

  “Ow!” he cried, “What was that for?”

  “You asshole!” I punched him again, “I was so close!”

  “We’ll get there, baby,” he smiled, “if you admit you said you were in love with me.”

  “Fuck you,” I smiled back, going for his zipper again. He grabbed my wrists and my heart started racing. He brought our faces closer together.

  “Say you’re in love with me,” he insisted, speaking softly into my mouth.

  I felt a tear welling in my eye. I was in love with him. I couldn’t imagine my life without him, wanted him to be fucking me, non-stop, for the rest of our lives. I just had to say it.

  “I think I’m in love with you,” I murmured. His smile widened.

  He closed the tiny gap between our lips and I melted into him. My whole body went limp, collapsing on to him to squash my breasts against his chest, pushing all of my weight onto him. He pushed my lips open, his tongue slipping in to find mine. I moaned deeply from the ecstasy of it all, feeding at his mouth like it was my last meal. I pulled his hands up to my tits, willing him to crush them in his strong grip.

  We needed to be fucking, right now. I made room so I could go back to his pants and managed to jerk them apart. I could feel him still imprisoned and went in to help him out. Then my phone rang.

  “Jesus, fucking what?” I broke away from his mouth to shout, but it wouldn’t stop. I tried to carry on but it was too intrusive, like the real world was invading our privacy, reminding me of all the shit I was running away from.

  “Leave it,” whispered Theo as I moved to go answer it.

  “Sorry, baby, I’m losing wood,” I smiled. “Be right back.”

  I got off him and took a step to the coffee table, where I’d left my purse. I picked it up and answered.

  “Yes?” I said irritably. I started pouring some more Jack into the empty glasses.

  I’d finished filling one when Vinnie’s voice came on the phone. “Hope I’m not interrupting,” he hissed. I dropped the bottle as my blood ran cold. Theo swore and moved to pick it up. All I could do was try and cover myself with the shirt. I felt like he could see me, like he was spying on me from wherever he was

  “What do you want, Vinnie?” I managed shakily. Theo froze.

  “Me? Nothing. My boys, though, they’re outside. Say hi for me.”

  CHAPTER 16: Theo

  I heard Piper say the name Vinnie and I instantly switched to danger mode. Something told me that asshole wouldn’t be calling unless he had something to say.

  An instant later, there was a crash like thunder from outside my front door. I saw smoke and splinters fly from the wood around my door handle before I realized my door handle wasn’t there anymore. Someone was attempting to gain entry to my apartment, using a shotgun. I reached down to pull my M&P Shield from where I had hidden it, under the couch. My little backup is less than an inch wide and easy to conceal, but it only holds nine rounds.

  Before the smoke could clear, I got my hand on Piper’s head and pushed her down to the floor. I fired three times, twice at the door that was slowly swinging open and once at the window right by it, shattering the glass. I figured that ought to buy us a few seconds and make the bad guys behave a little more cautiously.

  “Bedroom, now!” I hissed, grabbing Piper’s arm and shoving her towards the door. She stumbled her way into the dark room and I backed in after her, keeping my Smith & Wesson pointed at my broken front door. Inside the bedroom, I shut the door and wedged a chair under the handle.

  “What’s happening?” whispered Piper. Considering there was now live ammo flying around her, she was doing pretty good.

  “You see those boots?” I pointed at my bike boots that were stood under the window. She nodded as I crossed to the bedside drawer. “Open that window and drop them out,” I told her. I picked up my SIG and tucked the M&P into my pants. I checked it was loaded and racked the slid. Piper crawled over to the window and did as I’d asked, then did the same with a pair of black cowboy boots I’d tossed to her just after.

  “Now what?” she asked quietly, yet impatiently. I touched my finger to my lips while covering the bedroom door with my gun.

  “Keep quiet, they’re inside,” I said. I kept backing up until we were both by the open window. “Sorry about this,” I gave her a smile, “but try not to scream.” I bent down and tipped her legs up so she toppled backward out of the window. It was a risky move but we didn’t have time to play it safe. I swung my leg out and looked down to see she’d landed safely in the dumpster, but she didn’t look happy.

  I took a breath and threw myself off too. A microsecond later I heard more shots. I guessed they were shooting their way into my bedroom.

  I landed right next to Piper, who punched me in the arm again. I ignored her and kept a check on the window. Nothing yet, we still had time.

  “Quick, we need to be not here,” I hissed, leaping up and jumping out of the garbage. I stopped and held out my arm for her to catch as she climbed out. I picked up the two boots that were nearest me and motioned for Piper to do the same. We were at the back of my apartment, in a courtyard, surrounded on three sides by two-story walls. I grabbed her by the wrist and we rushed over to an alley that ran between the four units behind mine. I knew it was almost invisible from my bedroom window.

  We stopped just inside the alley. I turned back to the window we’d jumped from and saw what I assumed was one of Vinnie’s mobsters looking out of it. He had a large bore pump-action shotgun in his hands but, thankfully, he barely glanced our way. As far as he was concerned, no one would run away from the street to escape.

  “Here,” I said, t
rading a cowboy boot for one of the bike boots she was holding, “put those on before your feet get hurt.” She slipped the boots on and I did the same.

  “What’s wrong with this picture?” I heard her say. I turned around and she was standing before me in only a white shirt and cowboy boots, doing up the buttons I’d undone moments ago to cover her nakedness. I smiled and fished into my pocket, pulling out the boxer shorts I’d tried to give her earlier. She took them and gave me a sarcastic smile back. “Yeah, this is much better,” she scoffed.

  “Cops will be here soon,” I said, turning around so she could pull the shorts on. “Our new friends will skin out as soon as they hear the sirens, then we can go.”

  “Go where?”

  I pointed at my Harley, parked just the other side of the dumpster. I never parked her on the main street. Too many thieves. Plus, if I ever needed to escape via the bedroom window, there she was.

  Seconds later, we heard the wailing of sirens. I couldn’t see the wise guys anymore and figured they’d be out of the apartment and on their way by now. I took the Shield from my pants and tucked it inside the top of my right boot, so I could put the SIG in its place. I pulled the back of my shirt out to hide it, took Piper’s hand again, and we stole our way back to the dumpster.

  After checking the coast was clear, I started pushing the heavy bike towards the street. I’ll admit it was a struggle to get it moving, so when she put her hands on the backrest to help, I was grateful. We muscled it out of the courtyard and about fifty yards down the road, ignoring the honking horns of cars passing Piper, appreciating that she was bent over in a short shirt. We were both out of breath by the time we stopped and I got on.

  “Why did we have to push it?” she panted, swinging a leg over the back and snuggling in behind me.

  “Didn’t want the cops to place a bike at the scene,” I told her, firing up the motor. I didn’t want to tell her I was trying to make sure that if the Mafia guys were still waiting outside, there was less chance they’d hear us. “It’s probably best if we say we weren’t there, okay?”

  She squeezed me tight. The sexual frustration of being interrupted had gone, quickly replaced by the surging adrenaline we needed to escape but, now that was fading away, I just hoped she felt safe again. We’d only known each other a few days but it felt like so much longer, and I never wanted to let her down.

  ***

  “How did they find us?” Piper yelled to me as we roared along Sepulveda Boulevard.

  “My guess is they followed you,” I shouted back. I heard her curse. “Don’t beat yourself up, I didn’t think Vinnie was paranoid enough to put a tail on you, either.”

  She squeezed me tighter again. “I guess we’re really running from him now,” she mused, out loud.

  “Looks like,” I replied. “Man, Frost is going to be pissed.”

  I switched routes, doubled back, and generally tried to make things as difficult as possible for those guys from the apartment, if they were following us. I kept an eye out and didn’t see anything, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. In the end, with all the diversions and route switching, it took us nearly two hours to do the fifty-minute drive to Handle’s Bar, and it was close to midnight when we finally arrived.

  That didn’t matter to my crew, though, and there was still a rowdy crowd outside cheering every time a pantless girl rode by.

  “Sorry, babe,” Piper said into my ear, “can we give the bare ass run a miss this time?”

  “Yeah, I think that’s probably a good idea,” I smiled. We parked up on the end closest to the exit road, this time, and made our way inside. We went straight in to see Frost. He didn’t say hello.

  “I’m going to guess from your crazy outfit, and that Theo here is minus his crew vest, that you two left town in a hurry. What have you got my boy mixed up in now, missy?” he said to Piper, stalking threateningly towards her.

  I put myself in his way, shoving him backward when he tried to push me aside. “You need to back the fuck off, Frost,” I snarled at him. He turned to me, our faces really close together. Although he was nearly a head shorter than me, he had no trouble looking threatening. His expression was angry. I felt like he was going to hit me, any second, but I stood firm. I knew I was putting him in a difficult position, but I was his crew member, his brother and I needed his help. “It’s me that’s coming to you, Frost. Me that’s asking for your help, not Piper. We take care of each other, right? That’s our way and I’m coming to you because my woman needs me and I need you. Okay?”

  Frost kept eyeballing me, like he was trying to read my mind or peer into my soul. He stood still for a long minute, saying nothing. Without lookinf away from me, he shook a cigarette loose from the packet he was holding. He clenched it between his teeth and lit it with his silver zippo. He took a long drag, still staring me right in the eye, then plucked the cigarette from his lips and stuck it between mine. He broke into his huge smile and slapped me on the back, hard enough to make me choke on the smoke.

  “Link!” Frost yelled, “We need a bunch of drinks, the kid here’s not only found his balls, he’s fallen in love!”

  Link laughed, as did Tina from back on the couch, and I felt myself redden slightly. I heard Piper laughing from behind me too.

  “Who’s side are you on?” I turned and smiled at her. Standing there, her long legs extending out from under that man’s shirt, the white material huge on her, yet still managing to accentuate her figure, and her hair blown dry by the ride, she looked beautiful but, laughing with her mouth wide open, her sparkling blue eyes nearly closed, she was damn well glowing. I pulled her to me and kissed her, long and deep. She responded, throwing her arms around me and crushing her body against mine. It was like, with the Steel Angel’s help, we could finally see a real way out.

  “Okay, lovebirds, knock it off,” called Frost. “Theo, come and sit over here. Tina honey, can you take Piper and find her something to wear?”

  “Sure thing,” Tina beckoned Piper to follow her, “come on, honey,” she said and the two woman left through the door in the back wall of the room.

  “Now, I gotta tell you,” Frost’s eager smile spread wider. “I wouldn’t mind being a fly on the wall in that room, watching those two foxes trying on each other’s clothes…” he trailed off. I shook my head. Link came back in with shots and beers. We toasted each other and downed the tequila, then Frost cleared his throat to speak. “Well, this is one great big shit sandwich you’re asking us to bite into here, boy.”

  “I know, brother, and I’m sorry,” I said. “But you don’t understand this Vinnie guy, what Piper’s seen him do, what he’s threatened to do to her. There’s no way I can just leave her to him.”

  “Wow,” Frost groaned, “that blonde pussy got you all fucked up, huh?” I heard Link chuckling beside me. “But I guess you’re right. I heard a story about the last girl he bought from a whore house. Now, this is going back more than five years, but the word was, Vinnie thought she was making eyes at a young guy in his outfit. Now, the way I understand it, she was way too scared of Vinnie to be interested in anyone else, but Vinnie didn’t believe her.

  “He gets it in his head something is going on between them, so he makes the poor kid watch while he ties her down and lets his boys take turns. After they’ve finished, he makes the poor kid have a go, then shoots him in the back of the head while he’s fucking her, and leaves them there, her trapped with a dead man’s dick still in her, for three days. Any way you slice it, that’s a motherfucker the world can do without.”

  “Jesus,” whispered Piper. She and Tina must have emerged from the bedroom while Frost was telling the story. Piper looked visibly pale at hearing what had happened to her predecessor but, now at least, she was dressed a little more fitting for an escape. Tina had found her a tight, black Motley Crew t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. With a slightly smaller pair of cowboy boots than we’d taken from my place, she looked really good. I went up to her and put my arms aroun
d her.

  “Don’t worry,” I whispered, “I’m never going to let anything like that happen to you.”

  She slid her arms around my back and laid her head on my chest. Unexpectedly, I felt another set of arms wrap around us both. I glanced sideways to see Tina hugging herself to us. She smiled at me warmly.

  “Awe, I couldn’t help it, you guys are just so darn cute together.”

  I heard Frost laugh and felt myself relax a little, for the first time since Piper told me to go, back at the club.

  Then came a knock on the door. Tiny quietly pulled his impressive bulk through the small opening. “Frost,” he said, “we got company.”

  “Shit, did you let them follow you here?” Frost turned and an angry eye towards me again.

  “No way,” I broke away from Piper and Tina and put my hands up. “No way they could have tailed me, unless they had at least three cars.”