Hard Rider (A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance)

by Wild, Nikki

  “You can play with your boys tomorrow, Grizz,” Kate loudly laughed. “But after everything we’ve been through the last few days… tonight, you’re mine.”

  The club laughed knowingly while Hunter raised a glass our way, a delighted smirk on his face. Sarah held his arm.

  “Have fun, kids…”

  I led Kate down to my room in the back of the bar, hanging a sock on the doorknob like a goddamn college kid.

  Turning back onto Kate, I instantly pushed her down into my bunk. My lover giggled as I descended upon her a flurry of kisses, ripping her clothes off and tossing them aside.

  She tried to even the field, but I kept her wrists pinned down every time she tried. Soon, I had Kate bare and sprawled out beneath me, squirming and complaining that I “needed to get naked too” and that it wasn’t “fair.”

  “Life’s not fair sometimes,” I chuckled, holding her down with my weight while I moved to kiss her lips.

  “Sometimes not, no,” she kissed me back, arms around the back of my neck. “But life has a way of making up for it…”

  I lowered my face, working my way down her body. I peppered a trail of kisses along her sternum, down her stomach, into her thighs…

  Without a moment’s hesitation, I hiked her thighs up over my shoulders and pressed my lips into her warm pussy. Kate threw her head back and moaned, fingers clutching into my hair.

  “Damn, Grizz… you’re not waiting up for anything, are you?”

  “Been long enough,” I grunted. “Too tired to fuck you last night, too long of a drive to fuck you today…”

  It was true. We’d pretty much fallen straight asleep when we’d gotten to a new motel on the other side of the Lousianna border, and we hit the road in the morning without even bothering to stop for breakfast.

  The long drive here had basically been totally nonstop, but we were here now and there wasn’t anything to stop us.

  No vengeful ex-boyfriends…

  No crazy chases through the night…

  There was just Kate and myself, and the rest of the world could suck it – at least for this one night.

  I flicked her clit with my tongue, my beard seeming to tickle her thighs as I tongue-fucked her. As she wriggled under me, he pushed a rugged finger into her wet pussy, fingering her just at the right spot while I sucked on her clit…

  After what seemed like one mind-numbing orgasm later, she was pushing me onto my back and straddling me, unbuckling his belt impatiently.

  “You’re too clothed,” she complained. “It’s been long enough…”

  “Not arguing with that,” I smirked arrogantly, moving my hips to help remove her jeans.

  But she didn’t bother tugging them completely off. Instead, she let them bind my shins together into some light bondage. Satisfied, she descended down between my thighs and slid her lips around my heavy cock, her eyes locked daringly onto mine.

  “Oh God, Kate…”

  Her tongue swirled around the red helmet of my cock, teasing me before she pushed her lips down, down, all the way down my hilt.

  “Fuck…” I groaned huskily.

  She drew back up, bobbing her head up and down my shaft, playing with my heavy balls in her cupped hand. She sucked me off for what felt like forever, and it felt fucking incredible.

  I could have released my seed right then and there, but held my stamina and refused.

  “You can get off into my mouth,” she cooed. “Grizz, you know I love the taste of your hot cum on my tongue…”

  That did it.

  I was not going to get off without her.

  So, I tugged her up off of me, kicking off every last stitch of clothing on me before I tossed her palms up against the wall.

  “Want it rough, huh?” She smirked.

  “Don’t act like you don’t want it rough,” I growled, lining my cock up to her wet, ready slit. Without warning, I thrust a good few inches into her welcoming, velvety folds, feeling her tense up around me.

  “Fuck, you’re hard tonight…”

  “I’m always hard for you, Kate,” I murmured into her ear as I assumed the position behind her. “Just stand here and take it… take this hot, heavy piece of meat…”

  “Don’t you need a condom?” She moaned.

  “Not anymore. Hunter might not like the idea of another pregnant woman around the clubhouse, but I’m starting to warm up to the idea.”

  “Shut up and fuck me,” she moaned.

  So I did just that.

  I pounded her warm, soft pussy into oblivion, my hard body pressed up against hers. I flipped her around to face me, hiking both legs up around my hips as I rolled my pelvis against hers, again and again…

  The rest of the club must have heard every last loud moan out of her lips, but I didn’t give a rat’s ass.

  Let them hear it, I thought.

  Let them hear it all.

  “Oh fuck, Grizz… I’m gonna come…”

  “Do it, baby,” I commanded her. “Go on. Come on my cock, just like when we were teens. I want to feel you do it.”

  “Oh Jesus – FUCK –”

  Kate’s mouth gasped open as her entire body locked up, her pussy clamping onto my thick dick while I had her hilted.

  It felt too fucking good.

  I couldn’t help it.

  She drained every last drop of my seed as I completely lost control, driving my cock as deep into her womb as I could. The feral beast came out inside me, and it forced me to empty my balls into Kate’s bare pussy.

  “Did you just–”

  “Yes,” I snarled into her throat, kissing deeply and passionately. “And I’m going to do it again and again, all goddamn night…”

  “Oh Grizz,” she gasped into my ear, her limbs wrapped around me. “Let’s do it. Let’s just fuck all night like this… nothing between us this time…”

  “Done,” I growled.

  I dropped her down to the bed, both of us laughing.

  If they heard any of that, I grinned wickedly to myself, then they’d better get goddamn used to it… I’m just getting started.

  Possessed by something ferocious and utterly primal, I descended down upon my lover into the sheets, with a cock hard enough to last me a good few more hours of mindless fucking…

  Epilogue

  Grizz

  Six Weeks Later

  As Kate found out the fun way, it’s one thing to ride across multiple states on the back of a biker’s roaring engine. It’s a completely different beast to do the same thing with almost twenty other bikes fanned out defensively around you.

  The entire Devil’s Dragons motorcycle club rode hard across the massive state of Texas. Hundreds and hundreds of miles flew by with the hours as we put El Paso, Los Angeles, and everything between in the rearview mirrors.

  Good fucking riddance.

  Hunter and Sarah rode beside us as the rest of the gang stayed cautiously arced out on either side, watching for trouble. We got the looks, but nobody dared fuck with us.

  It was nice to have the natural order of things restored: being back with my brothers again, having my woman in my life again, and the knowledge that we would scare any third-tier biker club that dared bother one of us again completely shitless.

  It felt good to have those fuckers behind bars, after all the trouble they’d given me.

  At my prodding, Kate had spent plenty of time with the club over the last month or so, and it had taught her the basics of biker culture. She understood the pecking order, and my place in the organization as Hunter’s second-in-command.

  While we lay in bed one night, she confessed that the others held me with a certain reverence. I understood that, and could see why, although I was nothing more than a mere man.

  Mortal.

  Fallible.

  Imperfect.

  Kate, told me how the others spoke in hushed tones about the things I’d done with them – the covert missions on behalf of Hunter Hargreaves, the diplomatic expeditions to other clubs.<
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  It appeared that they thought of me as some otherworldly figure. My contributions, in their eyes, were the stuff that legends were made of.

  The whole thing made me chuckle.

  I’d never quite thought of things that way, and I made a mental note to lighten up a bit.

  There were still hours to go before we hit New Orleans, but we had a base headquarters ready for us. We’d need a long, hard sleep after today’s ride.

  We’d need our strength and our wits.

  The next few weeks meant introducing Hunter to Julian’s partnership, finalizing protection contracts, establishing our turf, and carving out our niche in the city.

  Hunter turned to me for a moment, and we shared a meaningful look. Sarah glanced over as well, and I felt Kate look their way.

  I smiled.

  If it wasn’t for Hunter and Sarah coming back together, Kate and I would have never seen each other again. In some small way, our stories seemed to run parallel. A cog in a grand plan that encompassed us all.

  And I would forever be grateful for that.

  But there was another similarity between us… It was something that Kate had told me that morning, right before we left El Paso for good.

  The Devil’s Dragons had a prince on the way, sitting in Sarah’s womb. But the heir to the throne wouldn’t grow up alone.

  Kate was pregnant.

  And I was going to be a father.

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  -Nikki xoxoxo

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  Troy

  The soles of my shoes beat a rhythm on the pavement like rain on a tin roof. I never liked to listen to music while I trained because there were too many things to be on the lookout for. Especially at night. So, I let my feet, and my thumping heart, and my labored breaths be the soundtrack.

  Rounding the corner on to Sparrow, I crossed in front of Haye’s Auto Repair. It was where I’d spent most of my time when I was a kid. That is, when I wasn’t out raising hell.

  Haye’s had bars on the doors and windows just like every other business in this fucked up town. The owner was a mountain of a guy named Robert. Robert had taken it upon himself to look out for me, seeing as how my mother wasn’t exactly capable. He used to give me a few dollars here and there for helping him sweep up the auto bays; and his wife, Sarah, always made sure I had food in my stomach.

  When I was around twelve, my sister and I were taken away from Mom for good. She went to rehab, and they split us up and put us into foster care. Neither situation panned out. After a stint with some new family, I’d find an excuse to run off. Fitting in with someone else’s program wasn’t my style. A few weeks would go by, and they’d find me—usually standing on the curb in front of that blown out old shop.

  That was how it went for a few years. The system kept me as its burden until I turned eighteen, and then, it spat me out. Mr. Haye died not long after that, and with my sister lost in the wind, I was officially on my own.

  My legs burned as I pushed it to the limit. It was sometime after midnight, and even in a city like Chicago, the streets still smelled good after a fresh rain. The quiet night was so crisp.

  Everything was better outside the walls of Cook County Jail. I’d only been free for a little over a month, but life still just seemed… sharper. Things can get bleak in a dungeon like that. At least I didn’t end up in state prison.

  As a kid, I was in and out of juvenile hall; not because I wanted to be the next Al Capone, but because I had to eat. I made it all the way to twenty-three before I went to big boy jail.

  It was a felony battery charge and you can bet your ass I was guilty.

  I’d been doing work for a local loan shark named Damon Ortiz. Ortiz was responsible for a healthy portion of the city’s other crime statistics too, but I stayed away from all that. Anyway, whenever he needed someone to collect on a bad loan, I was the guy that got the call.

  Mostly, my work was limited to scaring the shit out of gambling addicted businessmen from the north side who didn’t want to pay their debts—or, more likely, didn’t want to tell their wife they dropped ten grand on a Bears game. In the end, I always collected. Sometimes, though, I got a more… challenging assignment. It was one of those that landed me in the county for an extended vacation.

  Eddie, the guy who usually gave me the jobs, told me he was waiting on payment from a couple of kids from the university. They’d sharked out twenty-five thousand to throw a huge blowout and basically party their faces off for a couple of weeks. When it came time to settle their debt, they told him to fuck off.

  Nothing was worse than dealing with spoiled, coked up, college kids. They all seemed to have lawyers for fathers and were never shy about letting you know it.

  Anyway, I made my way to the address Eddie had on file, where I found three of them waiting for me. I told them to pay up, they refused… and then they went to the hospital and I went to jail. End of story.

  Cardale road wound behind a strip mall and petered out in front of an apartment complex that was built sometime before cell phones were a thing. That’s where I lived, and it wasn’t too bad. For the most part, it was a building of families and young professionals. I’d only moved in a couple of weeks back, but sometimes I wondered if they saw me as the bad apple in the bunch. Little did they know about my fresh commitment to turning over a new leaf.

  Practice was going to come early tomorrow. I’d had a moderately successful high school wrestling career, but it was nothing compared to this. Mixed mart
ial arts were a different animal. Every morning started with a six o’clock warmup, followed by strength and agility training, and then drills and sparring until lunch. After that, I’d head over to the auxiliary building for jiu-jitsu class, and when that was all said and done, I’d go to my job loading trucks. It was a hell of a way to spend the day, but when you remembered that in two short weeks you’d be standing across the cage from your opponent, the grind became worth it.

  I picked the streetlight at the front of the parking lot as my finish line. If I could sprint as hard as I could until I crossed it, then I’d sleep tonight. I had to find little challenges like that to keep from drifting off my path. It’s also why I liked to run at night. It gave me fewer opportunities to find trouble. Idle hands are the devil’s play things, is what my grandma always used to tell me.

  My lungs begged my legs to quit, but they wouldn’t. I passed a lady sitting in her car at the stoplight and she looked at me like I’d just stolen something. Maybe once you were branded as a ‘felon’, people could just sense it about you. Or, maybe I was the one being paranoid.

  I passed my mark and my legs turned into jelly. Stumbling to a stop in front of the manager’s office, I doubled over and rested my elbows on my knees.

  “Oh, shit,” I whispered, sucking in huge breaths of cold air. My heart hammered so hard inside of my ribcage that I considered for a second it might break through.

  And that was it. The city buzzed, the stars blinked, and I could add another check to the sheet of paper hanging on my refrigerator. Another day down without letting myself blow it all up. Troy Eason was an upstanding member of society.

  Riley

  “Oh, my goodness Riley, what are you still doing here?”