BILLIONAIRE BIKERS: 3 MC Romance Books

by Kristina Blake

  He mounted the steps silently. She had hung a rug up in the door, and the faint glow he saw emanated around it. He pulled the rug aside and stepped inside. The damp coolness of the dome immediately became a welcome warmth. She had lit the fireplace.

  He walked over to where she lay sleeping in the bed surrounded by the oversized pine timber frame. He just stood over her for a minute, taking in her pale beauty that contrasted with her dark hair and eyebrows. The covers were pulled down to her waist, and he ached at the sight of her globed breasts and dark nipples beneath that familiar silky sleep tank he had seen so many times.

  Her face was relaxed, perhaps more so than he had ever had occasion to see it. He sat down on the bed beside her and stroked her face, pushing her hair back so he could see her neck and the part of her chest above the scoop neck on her sleep shirt.

  He ran his hand gently down between her breasts, and she stirred. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. “Lucas,” she said. “Is it really you?”

  “It really is me,” he said.

  “Crawl in with me,” she said sleepily, taking his hand.

  He hesitated. He could do just as she asked. There would be plenty of time over the next couple of days. But he decided against it.

  He bent and began gently kissing her face and neck.

  She opened her eyes wide then and brought her arms around his neck. “You came back for me,” she said.

  “Yes, baby, I came back for you.”

  He pulled her sleep shirt off and traced her breasts and nipples, waiting for her to wake more. He loved teasing her nipples because it took so little effort to tease them up into a sweet raspberry around which he licked.

  When he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked, she made a tiny sound at the back of her throat that sent immediate signals to become erect. He licked and sucked the other nipple as well, then kissed her mouth, probing her with his tongue, feeling her response.

  Now, she was fully awake. He got up from the bed, and she sat up, propping pillows behind her to watch him undress.

  He sat down, removing his boots and socks, then unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. He would have crawled back into her arms just that way, but his camo pants were too thick and rough.

  He teased her by slowly unfastening the button and unzipping them while he faced her. She grinned at him, then her eyes widened and her mouth made an ‘o’ when he dropped his boxers, slipped out of his undershirt, and slid into the bed beside her.

  He pulled her down to cradle her in his left arm while he removed her sleep pants with his right. He reached down, dipping between her legs, testing her wetness.

  As he reached to cover her lips with his own, he took her hand, sliding it down his member and curling her fingers around his balls. She took a sharp breath in as she touched him. Then, she began to softly explore him while their tongues danced together, and she ran her cupped hand up and down his shaft.

  After just a few strokes, she felt his wetness as well and melted into him. She moved her head back and looked at him. “Teach me,” she said. “Teach me to do to you what you did to me.”

  “I doubt that I need to teach you,” he said.

  He turned onto his back, propping himself up onto the pillows. He lay back and relaxed with his erection on his stomach. She marveled at it in the firelight. She realized that, while she had caught glimpses of him naked from time to time over the past weeks, he had kept her from seeing him erect.

  Her eyes roved over his muscular body, his nipples taut with arousal, and his member oozing slightly onto his skin. He watched her looking at him, and his own hunger increased as he saw hers increasing, as well.

  She cupped his testicles as if weighing them in her hand, then curved her fingers around his shaft, moving to the head. She lifted the head and positioned herself, licking at the sparkling drops, and then licking gently around his head.

  She held it away from his stomach and licked down to the base of the shaft and back up.

  “Take it into your mouth,” he said.

  She did what he said, pausing for a second as if unsure what to do. He reached down across her buttocks and ran his smooth fingers up her wet slit. As she felt her sex clench with desire, she began to suck and lick around his head. She felt him thrumming against her clit, and she caught the same rhythm, stroking up the shaft and sucking him deeper into her mouth simultaneously.

  She worked a little while, but he soon stopped her. He turned toward her, laying her down onto her back, kissing her deeply and tasting himself on her tongue. He lifted himself, shifting positions, and she opened her legs for him.

  She saw the deep dark of desire in his eyes more than ever before. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but whatever he had for her, she was more than ready to accept.

  He paused to look at her, sucking her nipples again, as he looked into her eyes. Then, he licked between her breasts and trailed his tongue down her stomach to the top of her patch.

  He licked across the top of her patch and down the sides. He raised up again and spread her labia ever so slightly, as if assuring himself of his target.

  Then, he bent and his tongue hit squarely on her nub, causing her to flinch. He surrounded her buttocks with his arms and buried his face in her, allowing her scent to rise up around him. He felt himself getting harder and harder with each passing second.

  As he licked her, he heard her breath alternate between moaning and panting. He drew back and looked at her, smiling. She had a questioning look on her face, and he stroked himself a few times.

  She was fairly certain of what would happen next, but even her wildest imaginings had not brought her to this place. He licked her slit twice more and stroked himself twice more. She saw the droplets from the tip of his head and felt her heart pounding wildly.

  He leaned over her, catching her mouth. She caught her scent on him and tasted herself on his mouth. Just when she thought she couldn’t take another second without bursting, he clutched her mouth with his own, and she felt his erection between her legs.

  She gasped, as he slowly entered her. But by now she was so ready that she spread her legs, lifting them from the bed and slid up to meet him.

  He shut his eyes and drew in his own breath, as she closed around him. He pushed farther in, and she opened her eyes wide, as he so completely filled her. As he began to stroke her, she became a hungry fire, devouring everything before her and seeking more. She began to thrust back toward him, hard. He took her cue, matching her vigor and filling her over and over, putting pressure on her clit.

  They both felt themselves building and building. She felt the wildfire begin at the base of her spine and spread across the width of her, then it shot up into her womb before she exploded. She panted, moaned, and gave short, ecstatic cries as he rocked in and out of her, and she had a series of short bursting orgasms.

  She clung to him, feeling herself building yet again. He bent his head and suckled a nipple which was all she needed to put her over the edge. This time she began a long, sustained cry.

  He had been holding himself back, but when she started into the howl, he couldn’t hold it any longer, and he unleashed inside of her, pumping until they both were spent.

  He lay down on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. They lay there in post-orgasm haze. Once he slipped off, he stepped into the bathroom to relieve himself and to clean himself up a bit, bringing her back a clean, wet, warm washcloth, placing it between her legs.

  He climbed back in beside her, turned her away from him, spooned up behind her, and lay his spent member between her legs. They fell immediately to sleep.

  # # #

  Marlena inhaled a line of coke, put her head back, touching the side of her nose, and began to giggle, wrinkling her nose and turning to him.

  “Now where were we, chulo?” she asked.

  She helped him out of his pants, and, spreading her dress across him, straddled his legs. He quickly realized she wasn’t wearing panties, and befo
re he could adjust to the thought, he was inside her, and she was riding him.

  Fetsko lifted her dress over her head and pulled off her bra, suckling her as she drove him nearly to madness.

  He heard her start to pant and to make a sound with each thrust, increasing in volume and pitch as she increased her rhythm. They came together in the midst of a gathering tempest. He hadn’t been sexed up like this in a very long time. He closed his eyes, and his face showed such ecstasy that she sat on the floor just smiling and looking at him.

  As soon as he opened his eyes, he could see that she wanted more. She got onto her knees and stroked him into yet another hard-on. Good god! She makes me feel like I am 18. This is going to be a very good night.

  30

  When they awoke a few hours later, neither Audra nor Lucas had moved. He already had a hard-on and began gently rocking between her legs from behind. She reached down and stroked the head as it came forward between her legs.

  He pulled back and easily slipped inside her, then reached over her slim hip and fondled her nub. He thrust in and out a few times, and then stopped and withdrew.

  Audra turned toward him, smothering him with kisses. Then, she lay there with her hand beneath her head, looking at him.

  “I had a dream about this wooly god making love to me in the night, and look, it was you!” she said, tugging on his whiskers.

  “They don’t offend you?”

  “Nope. I like you better clean-shaven, but if I had to choose between having you in my bed bearded and not having you in my bed at all, I would definitely choose bearded.”

  He reached out and stroked her hair then pulled her closer to him.

  “I didn’t find any of your things in the Airstream. Did you move up here?”

  “Mm-hmm,” she said.

  “I like it. It’s very primal.”

  She laughed. “Yeah, with the fire, the sheepskin rugs, the wool blankets, and no door, it is very cave-like. I’m kind of on my own now, too, which is okay.”

  “What do you mean?”

  She hesitated because she realized that to tell him meant admitting things she wasn’t sure she was ready to admit, or maybe more that she wasn’t sure he was ready to hear.

  She took a deep breath and all of it started tumbling out. “I know that this is like some kind of reverse Stockholm syndrome,” she said. “Jerry and Gordon think I’m just attached to you because of all we’ve been through and that once the situation is over we’ll both be embarrassed by it. I mean, I know I haven’t had much experience in any of this, but….”

  He pressed his finger to her lips to quiet her.

  “It is what it is. I’ve tried pushing it away, denying it, rationalizing it, turning it inside out. Is it situational, probably? Is what I’m feeling just lust? I don’t think so. Will we feel differently when the situation is different? Who can say? Our feelings will likely change, but who knows what turn they will take?” he said.

  “But Jerry and Gordon say it will make a mess of your job.”

  “As far as my job is concerned, I’m pretty sure it’s going to come out in my favor. What’s between us now or later is nobody’s business but our own.”

  She closed her eyes and nodded.

  “What’s happening out there?” she asked.

  “They’re setting up a sting operation.”

  “They?”

  “Yes, another marshal found me, and we’ve been working together. He’s in touch with headquarters….”

  “Someone you can trust?”

  “Yes. We’ll see though—now that they have given him supervision over me,” he said and laughed.

  “What will your role be?” she asked.

  “It will be my job to extradite Blanco once he’s been arrested.”

  “You’ll be face-to-face with him?”

  “That’s how it works. I’m starved,” he said, wanting to preempt any more questions.

  “I do my own cooking now,” she said. “So come on, I’ll whip us up something after we shower.”

  The shower was designed for water saving and definitely not designed for two. He held her tight against him, her back to his front. He released the first burst of water over them, then soaped her all over, using the gentle, eco-friendly soap upon which Gordon insisted. He loved feeling the slipperiness between her legs as her pressed his fingers gently inside her, feeling her own moisture increase as she became excited.

  Another blast of water, and she soaped him, using the soap to reduce the friction as she stroked his hard cock. He started to rinse, but when she turned her back to him again, he lowered himself until he could slip inside her, reaching around and stroking her nub while he nibbled on her ear, flicking his tongue in and out.

  She was on fire again. It had never been like this for her, and she felt like she could never get enough. He pulled out, and they rinsed as quickly as they could in the short bursts and toweled dry.

  “Are you still hungry?” she asked.

  “Yes, but breakfast second,” he replied.

  It was chilly in the room, so she pulled him in front of the fire and onto the sheepskin rug.

  “I wish you could see yourself,” he said. “I wish I had a camera to take your picture—your dark hair lying against the white rug and your darkened nipples—you look edible!”

  He balanced himself over her, looking into her eyes, looking at her body with devotion. He ran his fingertips down from her chest, across her belly, to the soft flesh of her thighs. He sighed, making a sound of hunger and satisfaction simultaneously. He was hungry for her body and so satisfied to be with her.

  He began rooting near her nub, and, finding it, thrummed his tongue against it, but she touched the sides of his head and whispered, “I want you inside me.” He kissed her inner thighs, then raised himself over her and probed with the tip of his shaft. She tilted upward and closed legs around him.

  He savored the pressure of her sex around him, as he slowly moved in and out of her. She held him so close, as they merged into each other, breath upon breath. She felt exhilarated, body and soul.

  She unwrapped her legs, opening herself wider, and planted her heels into the floor. He moved even deeper inside her. She raised her head and licked his nipples with the tip of her tongue, and he moaned and increased his rhythm.

  She solidified herself around him, her pleasure increasing. She felt the fire igniting again like the gas flame on a burner. But the flame was turned up high, and it quickly caught the rest of her, across her belly, up her spine and her front together; she literally could feel the wave of fire into her shoulders and pressing up into her head. It made her cheeks glow, and she began to scream in rapture, something told her to dampen it so as not to be heard into the dome itself, but she couldn’t help it…didn’t want to…couldn’t stop it.

  She rocked hard against him as wave after wave crested and broke, releasing showers of ecstasy over her. They rode each other until her frenzy subsided.

  He pulled out and rolled her to her side, lying down beside her and quickly entering her sex from behind. She cried out as he did so, the position stimulating her from another angle, the sensation changing completely, keeping her aroused.

  He closed his eyes, as she tightened around him, feeling the excruciating sensation of building toward his own orgasm. He felt it in his thighs, through his groin, up into his abdomen and belly. His chest tightened as he thrust until he felt the first wash of orgasm transporting him beyond sense. Hearing his ragged breathing and his moans caused her to come again as well, until they at last lay still, spent and sated.

  “Why was it we took a shower first?” she teased.

  “I don’t know,” he said, “but it’s definitely time for breakfast.”

  This time, she padded to the bathroom and brought a soft, hot washcloth. He tried to take it from her, but she insisted on washing him, so he lay back, feeling the soothing comfort of the heat and her touch. Then, she lay a towel across him.

  She put on her
robe and moved to the tiny corner kitchen where she began rummaging in the fridge. He watched her with a deep sense of satisfaction of having made the right choice.

  # # #

  Over the next 24 hours, the sense of urgency in their lovemaking barely abated. Weeks of pent-up energy and emotions, as well as the uncertainty of the future kept them awash in desire.

  For a short time, they managed to keep their fears at bay—along with the rest of the world. No one else existed for them. They spoke only of pleasant memories which were few for both of them, and mostly came from their childhoods, but it was nevertheless a bonding of their hearts.

  Their lovemaking was frenzied that morning in unspoken recognition of the peril which Lucas faced once he left their safe harbor.

  She was on her knees with him behind her. He held her hips and arched his back, gasping and crying out softly, as he released himself deep inside of her. When his focus returned, he ran his hands over her back and down, grasping her breasts, squeezing them lightly. He remained that way for several seconds, loathe to let her go.

  They showered separately, and she made breakfast for him. They said little as he repacked the few things he had removed from his bag. As he prepared to leave the compound, she walked outside with him.

  Her eyes showed surprise when he walked to the motorcycle.

  “I make a smaller target this way,” he said, in an unsuccessful attempt to joke with her.

  She threw her arms around his shoulders, and, for the first time, he saw tears in her eyes. It was a sight that pleased him. If he never saw her again, he would know that somehow he had broken through her numbed exterior to help her to feel again. He fervently hoped that nothing would happen to him to cause her to close off again.

  There were a million things he wanted to say, but all he could muster was, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

  She nodded, her arms crossed in front of her, watching him as far as her eye could see.