Sold to the Biker: A Dark MC Romance

by Bella Rose

  Lena moved a little farther up his body. Rocko felt the damp curls covering her mound gently brush against his cock. Damn she was wet! Her creamy juice coated his shaft. The tiny moans of pleasure she made were sexy as hell.

  “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Rub yourself on me, baby. Feel how good that is? You can come that way. Try it.”

  Oh yeah, he wanted her to try it. Each slide of her wet, warm inner pussy lips against his shaft was pure heaven. She soaked him, she was so wet. He felt her trembling. She put her hands flat on his chest and used the leverage to rock back and forth on his cock.

  “Come, you hot little thing.” He was gasping for breath now. He clenched his ass cheeks and tried to force himself to stay still.

  Her high pitched cry of pleasure echoed around the bedroom, and Rocko smiled. Damn right this woman was getting off on his cock! It felt amazing, and in a few seconds he was going to be inside her loving every second of it.

  Lena fumbled with his shaft. He was slick with her juices. Then she fit the head of him to her opening and wriggled just enough so that he could slide inside. She was tight and wet. Unable to hold completely still, Rocko thrust up from beneath her and pushed his dick as far as he could into her body.

  “Rocko!”

  He loved the sound of her voice breaking on his name. It made him feel like a beast. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Grabbing her waist with his hands, he held her still and fucked her as hard as he could. He arched up from the bed and thrust deeply into her pussy. He felt her inner muscles clinging to him with each stroke. She scored his chest with her nails. With her head flung back, she looked like the sexy goddess he knew she could be.

  Then Rocko felt his own climax coming fast. He wanted so badly to feel her come one last time. He bit his lower lip and felt blood well to the surface. Lena’s pussy tightened. And finally—finally—she melted around his cock as she climaxed.

  The sensation was exquisite. Rocko didn’t want it to end. But his balls were tight as his body fought to ejaculate. Shoving Lena away from his cock, Rocko felt the warm spill of cum on his belly as he shot long threads of thick white fluid from his cock.

  “Oh my God,” Lena whispered.

  He opened his eyes and realized that she was staring down at him in fascination. Then she reached down and ran her fingers through the thick stuff. Somehow the sight of her touching his seed affected him more than anything else had. He took her hand and lifted her fingers toward her lips.

  “Taste me,” he whispered.

  She did as he asked. A strange expression crossed her face. “You taste good.”

  “I hope you always think that,” he said hoarsely. But he could not have said what he meant by that.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Why does that feel so good?” Lena moaned. “It’s just—well, skin, I guess. Right?”

  Rocko’s low laughter made her belly tighten with arousal. The two of them had never gone back to sleep. The dawn light was just starting to seep through the blinds in the bedroom. Lena was on her back with her legs spread. She had never imagined she could feel so comfortable with someone, but Rocko wasn’t just anyone. The guy could play her body like his own personal instrument.

  “You’ve got major nerves running through your body that pass right through here,” he told her in a sexy murmur.

  His fingers were gently brushing the space between her fleshy outer pussy lips and the joint of her thigh. Each pass of his hand sent a riot of chills through her body. She could not have moved if she wanted to.

  She brought her knees up a little farther. The position stretched out the skin and intensified Rocko’s touch. He was on his side lying very close to her. His heat kept her warm, and each time he exhaled she could feel his breath whisper across her skin.

  He lowered his head and placed a kiss on her belly. “You’re wet. Do you have any idea how wet? I think if I put my mouth down there to taste you, I might drown in your juices.”

  “And you don’t think that’s gross?” She lifted her head off the mattress to stare at him in wonder.

  “Not at all.” He kissed her belly a little lower this time.

  Soon he was laving his tongue all over the sensitive skin just above the hairline of her crotch. When he nuzzled the sensitive skin between her legs, she sucked in a quick breath and felt every muscle from the waist down convulse. It was an incredible feeling.

  “I am so horny,” she whispered. “I didn’t think it was possible for a woman to be like this.”

  “Oh?” He laughed. “Because women are supposed to be stiff and just lie there?”

  “Ugh!” She pushed at his shoulder. “You’re never going to let me forget that, are you? That first time we were together I had no idea what to expect. Of course I was just going to lie there. I didn’t know what else to do.”

  “And now?”

  “And now it’s only been forty-eight hours since then,” she pointed out. “So maybe I should just lie here and let you do your thing.”

  Rocko pushed his tongue into the cleft of her pussy. He let the tip of it skate across the hood of her clitoris. Lena gasped and nearly came up off the bed. Rocko’s arms wrapped around her hips and he held her still as he feasted on her pussy. He licked and sucked, taking her full pussy lips into his mouth and giving them an erotic tug. She had never experienced anything like it before. It made her feel incredibly aroused. She was fast moving toward another orgasm, and she had already lost track of how many she’d had.

  “Rocko!” She shuddered. “I’m—I’m...”

  “Come.” He murmured the word against her pussy.

  The instant convulsion of pleasure left her breathless and weak limbed. She twisted her fingers in the sheets and held on tight as the undulating contractions of her inner muscles made her gasp and moan. Nothing had ever felt so good. The rush of adrenaline and endorphins in her brain was incredible.

  “That’s my girl.” Rocko nuzzled her belly, placing a wet kiss just below her navel. “You’re so easy.”

  “Is that bad?” she managed to say.

  “Not in my book.” He took her hand and lifted it. Placing their palms together, he laced his fingers with hers and brought them to his lips.

  She lifted her hand and gently touched his cheek. “Thank you for showing me so many things about my body.”

  “Of course.” A smile played on his lips. “It’s my pleasure.”

  Lena turned her head and stared at the light starting to flood the bedroom. “We should have gotten some sleep.”

  “Sleep is overrated when there’s sex involved.” He stretched and flopped onto his back. “Showing you how your body works is far more fun.”

  “And how about yours?” Lena could not believe she sounded so brazen. “Aren’t you going to show me how your body works?”

  “I think you already know.” He raised his eyebrows at her. “My cock is hard. What are you going to do with it?”

  Lena gently traced the length of his shaft with her fingertips. She loved the way he stirred when she touched him. He trembled, and she felt powerful. So when she finally got up the courage to wrap her hand around his shaft, she felt like a goddess. Rocko’s eyes slid shut and his lips parted. Then she started to pump his cock, and he began to moan and curse.

  Using both hands, Lena gently worked his shaft. She let one hand hold him while the other slipped down between his legs to tug at his sac. The skin here was like nowhere else on his body. It was tight and yet elastic. She could gently tug and then use her fingers to tease and rub the base of his cock. Soon Rocko’s hips were jerking with each pump of her hand.

  Lena could feel his orgasm coming. He got so hard that all of the veins stood out on the length of his shaft. She could feel the furious pumping of blood through his body. His belly was taut. Every muscle in his abdomen was rock hard. The head of his cock was turning a deep purple as she squeezed him.

  Overcome by instinct and desire, she leaned down and took just the tip of him into her mouth.
Rocko cursed loudly and convulsed. Lena let her tongue swirl around the head of his cock. She could feel his climax coming. And when he jerked and spilled his seed into her mouth, she swallowed reflexively.

  ***

  Rocko could not move. He was absolutely limp. If someone had tried to beat the crap out of him right now, he would have said fuck it. Coming inside Lena’s mouth had been an incredible experience. He could not remember the last time he had ejaculated inside of a lover. Not their pussies. Not their mouths. It was like a personal rule, and yet he could not have stopped himself this morning if he had wanted to.

  Then there was the sight of Lena gazing at him with a huge grin of satisfaction. She looked as if she believed she had somehow pulled off a fantastic prank or something. He could not resist the urge to touch her. Lifting his hand, he gently brushed his fingertips down her petal soft cheek.

  “Hey,” he murmured. His voice sounded as though he’d been eating gravel. Had he been yelling?

  “I think you invented some curse words,” she teased. “Don’t worry. You get extra points for creativity.”

  “Thanks.”

  Her green eyes sparkled. He touched the tousled dark red hair hanging over her shoulder. She really was a beautiful woman. He wondered if she would eventually settle down with someone nice after all of this crap with her father was over.

  “What are you thinking?” Lena formed a little moue with her mouth. “You’ve got a very disgruntled expression on your face.”

  “I was just thinking about what might happen after these thirty days are up.” He threw the words out there even knowing that they would hit like a bomb.

  Now Lena had a disgruntled expression. She shrugged. “I guess I’ll go back home and run the shop, assuming you forgive the debt and we still have it. Otherwise I have no idea.”

  “The debt is already forgiven,” Rocko whispered, taking what felt like the biggest risk of his life so far. “I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. If that’s really what you want, I don’t want to stand in the way.”

  She looked pensive. Was she considering getting dressed and running out the door right now?

  He wondered if she realized that she was idly running her fingers all over his body while she pondered what she was about to say. “I don’t know that I want to go back and live with my father.” She gestured to his trailer. “Not that this has been the best experience, but it has given me a chance to see that I could make it on my own maybe.”

  “Maybe,” he agreed softly, his heart hammering. “So would you want to?”

  “What? Live on my own?” She pointed at him. “I’ll need a job. Can you hire me at your casino?”

  “Done.” He said it before thinking things through completely. Anything to keep her close to him. “Except you’re going to work somewhere that allows you to wear clothing from head to toe.”

  She actually pouted. “So not fair! A girl makes way more money when she shows skin.”

  “I’m thinking administrative services,” Rocko mused. “In an office somewhere. That way no other men will ever get to look at you.”

  “You’d think you were trying to keep me in a friendless, dateless world!” She playfully slugged him.

  “Sounds good to me,” he quipped, his heart rate finally settling down again. “Although if you want to have female friends, I’m good with that. You can go out with them to places where nobody under the age of fifty ever hangs out.”

  “Okay, now you’re just being ridiculous.” Her dramatic eye roll made him laugh.

  Rocko had never just enjoyed being with a woman like this before. They were talking and laughing and joking, and he felt very comfortable just being himself with her. It was confusing as hell.

  “We should probably get up.” She yawned. “Your policeman will be here at some point, and we should look all happy and domestic and shit.”

  “And shit?” Rocko raised an eyebrow. “Have we infected you with our rough ways?”

  “Please.” She waved her hand at him, dismissing the notion. “I was raised by a single man with a gambling problem. I never had much of a chance of becoming ladylike.”

  She rolled out of bed and stretched. Rocko couldn’t stop staring at her breasts. The way they gently jiggled made her nipples hard. He thought about what it felt like to cup their softness in his hands. Even the idea made him want to get hard all over again. No matter how satisfied he was, he didn’t think he would ever get enough of this woman.

  The thought gave him pause. Why was he teasing her about finding some other guy—or not finding, as the case may be? He was making jokes about employing her in his casino and not wanting her to be around other men. But all of that was secondary to the fact that he didn’t like the idea of her not being under his roof and under his protection. She wasn’t his. At least not permanently.

  Lena had made a deal for her father’s debt. This entire relationship was built on that deal. It was a verbal contract that sat between them like a wall of doubt and insecurity. If she liked him, how would he ever know if it was only because he held the fate of her father’s livelihood in his hands?

  He watched her hum as she pulled on fresh clothes. She seemed happy. But maybe he was completely inept at reading people. Maybe what made her happy had nothing to do with him personally or being around him. Maybe it was all about being pleased that he had forgiven the debt. How would he ever know? How could he ever trust her feelings?

  “Are you hungry?” Lena called over her shoulder as she left the bedroom. “I’m going to attempt some pancakes, I think. I found a recipe for it. I just have to hope that we have all the ingredients and that I know how to flip the stupid things.”

  “You’ll do fine,” Rocko said gruffly. “I think you’ll do just fine with whatever you decide to tackle.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Rocko was dead certain that things could not have looked better inside that trailer when Officer Beau Barker showed up on the porch. Or more to the point, the man showed up just outside the gate. Cruiser wouldn’t let him come any farther than that.

  “Hey!” Barker shouted from just outside the fence. “Trapp, you’d better come restrain this dog before I write you a ticket for having a vicious animal!”

  Rocko winked at Lena. “Be back in a minute.”

  He got up from the breakfast counter and headed out the front door. He gave a sharp whistle, and Cruiser came right to his side. The animal plopped down on its haunches and proceeded to pant as though he’d been running a few miles instead of doing laps around the yard.

  “That animal is a menace,” Barker said darkly as he stalked through the gate and into the yard. “You need to keep it chained up.”

  “Then he wouldn’t be doing his job of keeping people out of my yard,” Rocko pointed out.

  “If that thing bites someone, you’ll have a lawsuit on your hands,” Barker predicted.

  “Come on inside.” Rocko had little experience with trying to sound gracious and decided he didn’t particularly like the false quality of it. He could feel the stares of the rest of the gang on his back. That didn’t make him comfortable, either. It felt like the calm before the storm.

  “Is the girl in here then?” Barker pushed open the front door.

  Rocko ground his teeth. He hated Barker’s superior manner. It was grating. “Yes. Lena is inside. She’s in the kitchen finishing up breakfast. Are you hungry?”

  “Hungry?” Barker’s expression turned confused. Then he walked inside, and Rocko had the satisfaction of watching the man’s face contort with shock.

  Lena waved a spatula at the policeman. “Hi there, Officer Barker. I’m so sorry my father called you and wasted your time for nothing. You know Chester. He can never tell what’s going on anyway.”

  “Uh, okay?” Barker pulled out his notebook. “Your father claims you were stolen from his house three days ago.”

  “Was it three days?” Lena asked Rocko absently. “I can hardly remember.” Then she turned back to Officer
Barker. “Sir, my father is a gambling addict who cannot manage to keep any money in our bank accounts. Mr. Trapp was gracious enough to let me work off the debt by doing chores around his home and his businesses. It’s either that or we’re going to be evicted. Chester is just too far behind on the rent.”

  “The rent,” Barker repeated.

  “Yes.” Lena was selling this whole thing better than Rocko could have ever hoped. He almost could have believed that she was actually there for the fun of it instead of because of a deal. In fact as he gazed at her, he began to wish that it were true.

  Then there was another knock on the front door. Rocko spun around in surprise. That wasn’t just unexpected. It was unwelcome. He shared a significant glance with Lena over Officer Barker’s shoulder. There was no telling where this was going.

  “Officer Barker,” Lena gushed. “Would you like some pancakes? I made far too many.”

  “Why yes. I think I could eat a few.” The officer sat his considerable backside on one of the barstools.

  With the cop busy, Rocko opened his front door. Stone was standing outside.

  “What do you want?” Rocko growled.

  “I need to talk to the cop,” Stone grunted. The expression on his face was ugly. “You’d best let me in, or things are going to go badly for you.”

  “Is that a threat?” Rocko narrowed his eyes on Stone. “That’s a bold move from a man who’s only here on this property because of my tolerance.”

  “Your stupidity,” Stone spat.

  “Is that Stone?” Barker called out. “Let him in. He and I need to talk. He left a rather cryptic message on my phone.”

  Stone barged right into the trailer. He was holding something in his left hand. It was rolled up, but Rocko had a bad feeling that he recognized it. “I have something you have to see. I have the evidence I told you about.”

  “Is that right?”

  Rocko could tell by Barker’s expression that he was very excited to see whatever Stone had claimed he could produce. Then Stone unrolled the item in his left hand, and Rocko recognized the notebook he had always kept outside in his thinking rock’s fissure. It was his journal.