The Biker's Touch - Book 2 (An Alpha Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club)

by Fox, Regina

  “Great, but I ain’t no Ghost. Man, I just put myself on the line for this woman. You may not like what I did in the first place but I made it right and I need some slack,” he said.

  “I’d have your bitch with one of my guys but I don’t trust you. Once I find out you’re good to your word in this case, I’ll cover you, but not until then. You can go into the bar and we’ll see no harm will come to you until we have the kids.”

  The biker turned to Jennifer. “So no on the bodyguard job?” he asked.

  “No,” scoffed Trenton. “She’s not hiring you.”

  Trenton took her hand and led her aside.

  “Let’s follow Foley up to Devils Lake. I am alerting the D.A. and Sheriff Weston. Let’s follow Foley over to your place and once he is in, we’ll go get the children.”

  Jennifer said, “You have something on your face.”

  Trenton reflexively wiped. “What?”

  “Come here,” she said.

  He stooped down. Jennifer planted a slow, sensual kiss on him.

  “I’m not going to lecture you on why you shouldn’t have handled that dude by yourself. But you did a good job. And I am happy it worked out,” he said softly.

  “Why do I detect something different in your voice?” she asked with a smile.

  “Oh, there is something different,” he said. “If I had my way you would be over my knee.”

  Jennifer and Trenton piled into her Cadillac and Foley and a handful of Ghosts of the Prairie headed out to the Wayland vacation home a few miles outside the town of Devils Lake. Danny White Feather stayed behind with the rest of his guys and kept a watch on the biker who turned on Brill Wayland.

  Sheriff Billy Weston was actually stationed near the Wayland home with another sheriff. They were in plain clothes. Weston approved Foley going in as a decoy to gain entry into the home. He wore a radio so that they could hear everything.

  Jennifer’s house on Devils Lake was built at the water’s edge. It sat on a bank that overlooked a cove. The elevation overlooking the water was practically nothing but windows so every room facing that way had a view.

  To the side of the house was a swimming pool, even though the water that the house overlooked was fine to swim in. From the lawn into the water, there was a dock. To the side of that was a small boathouse, and a guest house.

  Foley’s borrowed bike buzzed down the path to the house. He was so smooth as he knocked on the door and talked to the woman Brill Wayland hired to watch the kids. She was hesitant but Foley charmed her. He got right in the house.

  “Heya, is the man here?” he asked the woman.

  “No, I thought you were supposed to meet him at the place,” she said. She was obviously stressed out.

  “No,” Foley said coolly. “He has the missus. I guess I am ahead of schedule.”

  A tackling sound could be heard.

  “Keep cool. All clear. Move,” said Foley.

  Those were the words Jennifer waited to hear. She and Trenton rushed the home. The kids were out back by the pool. They ran towards her. Jennifer wrapped her arms around all three of them as the crowded into her.

  “Would you like to come home with mommy?” she asked.

  “I don’t know, mommy,” murmured Trenton. “This is a pretty cool pad. It will be another three hours till we go home. What do you think? I could have the guys bust out the house. Do a major cleaning and it would feel like your friendly neighborhood hotel.” He levered his eyebrows suggestively.

  “Done,” said Jennifer, filled with joy. “Tell everyone to come. We’re getting our party on. Is that okay with you?” she asked her children. They nodded.

  Foley emerged from the house. “There’s really no food in the house. I’m nabbing the car and a couple of us are going food shopping.”

  Jennifer turned to the children. “When is the last time you ate?” she asked, suddenly aware that her children had been neglected.

  Jennifer’s kids were between eight and eleven. The oldest one started to cry. Jennifer was lit with rage. She ran into the house to the nanny, who was being questioned by the police. Trenton was after her, trying to keep her from killing the woman.

  She was ranting and blithering when Trenton contained her. He nuzzled her neck.

  “Hey,” he said softly. “The kids don’t need to see that. We can have Billy talk to them to see if anything weird went on and he can handle it. Okay?”

  Jennifer buried her face in his warm, hard chest and sobbed really hard for about five minutes before she straightened up.

  “Okay,” she said. “I’m good. Let’s have a party.”

  Chapter Nine

  Jennifer’s house at Devils Lake touched the edge of the lake. The lawn flowed down beyond the pool. A narrow dock extended from the lawn into the water. The children were relieved to see Jennifer and after they ate a big meal, they went to bed. They felt safe enough to fall asleep. Their father was arrested away from the house so that they were spared.

  The Ghosts of the Prairie carted in groceries, ribs, burgers and fish. Cases of beer and already made salads. It was a subdued gathering but one nonetheless. Danny White Feather and his girlfriend Penny were lazy, sipping on bottles of beer and looking very content with the results of their efforts. Brill Wayland was in jail where he belonged and the kids were okay.

  Once everyone was settled and taken care of, Jennifer took Trenton’s hand.

  “Want to take a walk?” she asked softly.

  “Yes, baby,” he said as softly.

  She took his hand and they strolled the path that wandered down to the water’s edge. They walked down to the end of the dock and admired the water. The smells of the barbecue found them all the way to the dock. Life had almost become perfect again. Trenton never let go of her hand.

  Jennifer was so aware of his energy. His body was slightly behind hers. Their chemistry, now that things were calm and quiet, permeated her. It stirred her right to the core. She leaned against him. Soon she was rubbing up against him. She looked up to him and he looked down. They both were thinking the same thing. Trenton leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. He parted her mouth with his sweet hot tongue and stroked her mouth. His tongue touched the ticklish insides of her cheek, her core clenched up tight. She moaned and she was pretty sure the sound of it carried out across the lake. Trenton took her hand and put it to his erection.

  “That’s what I want,” she whispered.

  “How about we check out the guest cottage,” he said.

  Without waiting for an answer he lifted her and guided her to the small house that also looked over the water. It was locked.

  “Wait,” she said. “There’s a hide-a-key.”

  He set her down. Jennifer lifted a fake rock and picked up the key. With his hands on her, they opened the door. They went to each of the lakeside windows and drew up the blinds. The air was so cool as they cracked the windows, the cottage was freshened in no time.

  The main bedroom had a set of french doors that opened up onto a deck overlooking the lake. It had privacy away from the home. On the deck were big generous chaises lit by the moon. Jennifer forgot how beautiful it all was.

  “My,” remarked Trenton.

  Jennifer stepped up onto a chaise and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him wickedly slow. She worked her lips down to just below his earlobe and tortured him there. He moaned. She had found a weak spot, and she liked that.

  She unfastened the waist of his pants, freeing his amazing hard length. She stepped down off of the chaise. She guided him to sit down on the chaise. She took a pillow off of it and put it below her knees.

  Jennifer lowered her mouth, worked with moisture and drawn tight, down over his shaft. She took him in her mouth as deeply as she could go. Slowly. Ending at the base of her throat before coming up. Then she allowed the head of his cock to batter gently against the giving flesh of her cheeks.

  Trenton growled. His fingers were threaded through her hair against her scalp. She dre
w up and down on his shaft, occasionally lifting her eyes to him. She made her eyes as sexy and alluring as she could.

  With her fingers, she gripped the base of his cock and glided them up and down in counter rhythm to her mouth. Her grip slid over the spit-slick surface of his skin. She trailed his shaft with kisses and little flicks of her tongue all the way down to the base. She tongued his testicles lightly.

  Trenton’s breath raked through his teeth so sharply he almost whistled.

  “Oh, baby,” he prayed.

  He tapped her shoulder. Jennifer climbed on the chaise next to him. She spread her legs, offering herself to him. She writhed on the surface of the chaise, her partially clothed body covered in moonlight.

  Trenton rose above her in between her knees. She nudged up her hips hungrily, impatient to feel him inside of her. She was pretty sure he was evading her, teasing her. She swirled her hips around chasing him.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Do you want some?” he asked. His voice was heavy with arousal.

  “Yes please,” she said.

  He filled her in a single move. A powerful erotic surge swept through her. Her skin burned it tingled so fiercely. She gasped. They were both stunned by their union; paused with the wonder of it. But soon they moved with the fierceness of it.

  He cupped her buttocks and pushed her onto him. He drove into her as deeply as he could go. He struck her gently at the tip of woman. Each movement sent powerful bursts of heat that caused her to draw up, clench around him. Each clench was a telltale sign of amazing pleasure.

  “You feel so, so good,” she whispered.

  “So do you, baby,” he said.

  Trenton leaned back, taking her with him. Now she was straddling him. She planted one foot on the ground and pushed up and down on him. It was easy to find her rhythm. She pumped on him steady and sure, enjoying doing the work for a change. She touched herself, pressing her flesh against his hardness. She pleasured both of them in this way.

  Trenton gripped her hips and pumped into her. He pumped against the tension and the friction she gave both of them. She could tell by the way that he was picking up his pace that he was on the track to coming. And she talked to him.

  “Are you liking this?” she asked him.

  “Yes,” he rasped.

  “Do you like it when I fuck you?” she asked with uncharacteristic boldness.

  Trenton whimpered with the sound of her words and he tumbled into his pleasure with everything he had. His orgasm was a powerful furious rapture. It was a storm of passion Jennifer could almost not weather. He seized and jerked and moaned deep and low.

  She worked at her own devilish pace, rubbing her fingers back and forth till her own orgasm hit. It knocked her over, the surge of pleasure was so sweet. It overtook her completely, like fireworks, one wave after the other bursting within her. Washing her from head to toe inside.

  The heat of her climax flooded her. Her nipples were erect and hard. She released the cleansing erotic surge in heavy breaths.

  “Wooo,” she laughed softly. “That was amazing!”

  He laughed deeply. “Fuck, yeah, baby.”

  Trenton and Jennifer lingered in their embrace. Her stomach rumbled and they laughed again.

  “I think I need to feed you,” he said.

  They dressed and joined the others and ate their fill of an amazing dinner. She had been so, so hungry and the grilled food was such a sensual overload. From savory to sweet, everything tasted so much better. Every smell was a pleasurable experience.

  She and Trenton took the master bedroom in the main house to be near the children. She checked on them each one last time before going to bed.

  “You must be so tired,” he said.

  “I actually feel really good,” she said in a soft contented voice. She lowered her volume to a whisper. “Would you like to take a shower with me?”

  “I thought you would never ask,” he said.

  Not because he was a big man, but Jennifer’s husband had built a standalone shower in this home like he had in the other home. Only this one had jets that flowed from the walls. There was a high seat built into the wall of the shower. They oiled each other’s bodies up under the heated stream of the shower. They washed the entire day from their bodies. And what a day it had been.

  Trenton’s fingers found the rigid, tightly drawn opening in the cleft of her buttocks and tantalized it. The stimulation made her feel empty and aching. She perched on the seat of the shower and toyed with her body wash-slicked breasts while spreading her legs, for his visual pleasure.

  He stooped and entered her.

  “Fuck, you feel good,” he said.

  The pressure of the hard stone bench, pressed against her buttocks, made her fit around him so tight. Every stroke was vivid and electric. He pressed his thumb to her clit as they both came almost immediately.

  Having an orgasm so soon after the last made the second one the more powerful. It completely engulfed her. She sat in the warm stream of the shower, experiencing pleasure as only Trenton could give her.

  With everything as it should be for the time being, Jennifer slept like a baby.

  Chapter Ten

  The celebration of finally being rid of Brill Wayland lasted for a week at least. Since the Ghosts of the Prairie had to cut short their impromptu prairie camping trip they just took it at Jennifer’s house on Devils Lake.

  They broke open the boathouse and water-skied from sun up to sun down and started their cookout all over again.

  Jennifer got to know some of Trenton’s motorcycle brothers better. She got to know Danny and Penny a lot better. It was odd; the fact that her husband didn’t hire Penny Dunlap brought Trenton into Jennifer’s life and Danny into hers. Danny and Penny were already going to get married. It happened that fast. It was an up-in-the-air date but it was going to be soon.

  Somewhere about the third day after Jennifer got the children back, she started to get texts from Brill Wayland. He couldn’t make bail and he was trying to bully her into doing it for him. She was trying to keep the whole thing a secret. She didn’t want to bother the guys with any more of Brill Wayland’s crap but after the third or fourth time of telling Trenton nothing, he was almost annoyed.

  “Baby,” he said. “You get a text and then your face gets sour. What is it?” he demanded.

  “It’s Brill. He says if I don’t come and get him out of jail he’s going to do something. He says he’s hidden cash and he still has enough to pay off guys to make our lives a living hell.”

  “I think that man needs a good ole fashioned horse whipping,” said Danny White Feather.

  “I think we need to show the texts to the district attorney and let him handle it,” grumbled Trenton.

  He contacted the D.A.’s office so their office could expect the texts. Jennifer forwarded them on. Brill Wayland would remain in jail. At least Jennifer would not be springing him from jail.

  It was a tense moment for Trenton and Jennifer. He was a little disappointed she hadn’t shared the problem with him.

  “I would have thought that you’d learned by now that you can rely on me with these things,” he said with a lecture in his voice.

  His words hurt. It felt like he implied that she had been a handful and that he had fielded all the drama so far. He had given her a pretend spanking for feeling responsible for her estranged husband’s actions, and yet he just implied she was problematic.

  “Yes,” she said coldly. She was sulking immediately. “I guess I should have learned that by now.”

  He looked her straight in the eye. “Jennifer,” he said.

  “Yes,” she pouted.

  He didn’t want to say what he had to say to her out loud. There was always a risk that one of the others might hear. He whispered in her ear.

  “Do I need to fucking spank you again?” he asked.

  “No,” she said.

  “Why the fuck not?” he asked in a sympathetic tone.

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��I just want a life without the fallout of Brill Wayland.”

  Chapter Eleven

  The captain of the Ghosts of the Prairie was getting married to the woman who Jennifer had once considered to help her with the children. They had fallen in love that fast and decided they would not waste any time. Jennifer understood that impatience. There was something inside of her that made her want to take Trenton all for herself.

  The wedding was the talk of both Parshall and New City. Everyone who was friendly and felt like coming was invited. Even Jennifer’s parents were invited. It was perfect because they would take the children up in the car and she could ride with Trenton. The kids had a great time when, every once in a while, Trenton would pull alongside them so they could wave.

  The ceremony was in Parshall at Danny White Feather’s ranch. Everyone, including Sheriff Billy Weston and his deputies were there. Waitresses and bartenders were there. Foley and the waitress from Thirstie’s and all the Ghosts of the Prairie from the local and the Devils Lake chapter were there. It was a good thing that Danny and Penny were holding the ceremony in an open field because that was the only venue that would hold the best of the two towns.

  It was the first wedding that Jennifer had ever been to where Harley Davidsons were part of the wedding decor. All the Ghosts of the Prairie, dressed in their club garb, crowded the front of the ceremony. Trenton was Danny’s best man, so Jennifer stood with her parents and her children while Danny and Penny said their vows.

  Just as everyone was in formation and the mob of guests were quieted, the unmistakable roar of motorcycles split the air. It couldn’t be Trenton’s club members. They were already present and accounted for.

  Scores of Riggers were driving into the field surrounding the guests, terrifying them. One would think that on this day, there would be a truce. Jennifer could not help but feel responsible. She was once part of the family of the man who hired the Riggers in the first place.

  Sheriff Billy and the deputies fell back and got into their squad cars. With all lights on, they corralled the bikers away, off of the property and for the rest of the ceremony they remained there.