BULL: MC ROMANCE (Forsaken Riders MC Romance Book 6)

by Samantha Leal

  “Thanks, Tommy,” she called over it and patted him on the shoulder.

  She’d hadn’t even been a runaway for twenty-four hours and she was already an expert at hitchhiking and making friends. The world was her oyster.

  3.

  The Buckhorn was as small of a town as it sounded. When Tommy pulled over to let her out, they shook hands and she slid down onto the dusty asphalt with a headful of names he’d given her that she was trying to remember.

  “Remember to ask for Brogan,” he called after her as she slammed the door to the cab closed and leaned over and tipped his hat. “He’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

  Courtney smiled and nodded as she turned and stared at the building in front of her. It was right on the outskirts of the small town with the highway running up alongside it. Even though it was set back from the road, the noise was still intense and the first thing she noticed was the maze of tire tracks that were cut into the desert sand in front of her.

  She scanned around and sighed. It was only 9 AM and there wasn’t a person in sight. She wandered forward and climbed the wooden steps and sat down under the awning.

  I could have a very long wait, she thought to herself. May as well get comfortable.

  She leaned back against a post and pulled her water bottle out of her bag. Even though it was early, the sun was already blasting down and she could feel her hair sticking to the back of her neck. She pulled her shades down over her eyes and closed them.

  “If it wasn’t so hot,” she told herself out loud, “I’d make the walk into the town and get some breakfast.”

  “You’d have a long walk,” said a voice from behind her. Courtney jumped up and span around.

  “Jesus,” she shrieked, her heart pounding in her chest.

  “Can I help you, Miss?”

  The voice belonged to a man who was stood in the entrance to the bar. He was heavyset and had a long beard that looked wiry and knotted. Courtney found herself staring and couldn’t look away. She wondered if he had food stuck in it.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, “I thought you were closed.”

  “We never close,” he said. He stepped back and held the door open, welcoming her inside.

  Courtney slowly got to her feet and stepped forward. She glanced behind her to see if there were signs of anyone else close by, but apart from the cars and trucks passing without giving The Buckhorn a second thought, she was on her own out there.

  “Well?” he raised an eyebrow.

  She wasn’t really in a position to turn down offers of help, so she picked up her bag and followed him inside.

  The first thing that hit her was the thick cloud of smoke that hung in the air like a veil. She winced and coughed as she walked through it and it stung her eyes. The man walked up to the long wooden bar and went behind it where he had a beer waiting. He swigged it and held one out for her.

  Courtney climbed onto a stool and sat opposite him. It was quiet in there and she couldn’t see any other customers, but somewhere in the building she could hear the dull chatter of voices and the guffawing of men. It was dark considering the sun was blazing outside, and she looked around at the wood paneled walls and the random objects that were tacked to them. Bike wheels and flags were mixed in with neon and black-and-white photographs.

  “I want to talk to Brogan,” she said as she swigged the beer. It was ice cool, and even though it was far too early to be drinking, she really didn’t care.

  “Oh yeah?” the man said, amused. “And who are you?”

  “I’m Courtney,” she said. “I’m just passing through.”

  “Where you from?”

  “Tucson.”

  “And who sent you?”

  “No one,” she said. “The guy who gave me a lift from the bus station just recommended it here.”

  He seemed to relax and leaned in closer to her.

  “And who would that be?” he asked.

  “Tommy,” Courtney said as she took another swig. “Said you’d have rooms and to ask for Brogan.”

  A smile crept across his face and he lit a cigarette.

  “Well, it’s your lucky day,” he said as he raised his hands in the air, “Brogan, at your service.”

  Courtney nodded and held her beer out. They clinked them together and she heard the thudding of boots coming down a hallway towards them.

  A man came inside, clad in a leather vest with his big tattooed arms bulging out of either side. He was wearing low, ripped jeans and his hair fell softly around his eyes. He had broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw, and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Courtney turned to look at him properly and realized instantly that he must be a biker. He wore skull rings and carried a black helmet. He reached down to the back of a chair and picked up a leather jacket and pulled it onto his shoulders. He was handsome in a rugged way and Courtney felt herself blushing. His eyes were dark and intense but they were pulling her in. She combed her hair behind her ear with her fingertips and smiled. He moved forward and she caught the scent coming off him, stale smoke, booze and the most delicious cologne she had ever smelled.

  “Who’s this?” he asked, looking at her. His voice was deep and gruff and it made her sex pulse.

  “This is Courtney,” Brogan said. “She’s just passing through.”

  He looked her up and down slowly before reaching out and swiping a discarded glass from the side and downing the remnants of brown liquid that lingered in the bottom. Courtney couldn’t stop staring at his hands. They were so big and masculine, the only thing she could think about was having them all over her. Her heart started to race and she quickly had to look away.

  “I’m on first run,” he said to Brogan. “Should be back around dusk,” he paused and looked at Courtney again with a wry smile on his lips. “Catch you later.”

  He walked out of the door backwards and winked at Courtney as he went. She took another sip of her drink and exhaled. Her heart was still pounding and she could feel the fire in her cheeks.

  “So,” Brogan said, “You want a room or not?”

  “Please.”

  “Fifty a night, unless you’re willing to work down here and then I’ll charge you less and take it out of your wages.”

  A no-brainer really. She smiled at him and held out her hand.

  “Deal.”

  “Well, Miss C, your room is on the first floor. Number three, it’s unlocked.”

  He pointed behind the bar to a small set of stairs that she could just make out from where she was sitting.

  “It’s nothing fancy,” he laughed, “But it’s the best we’ve got here.”

  “I’m grateful for anything,” she said, “And I’ll be gone as soon as I can.”

  “Don’t worry about that,” Brogan said, “You’ll never leave here now.”

  She looked at him. “What?”

  “Not now Dylan’s got his eye on you…” he teased.

  “What? Dylan?” she looked around confused.

  “Don’t play dumb,” Brogan laughed, “I saw the way you looked at him the second he walked in.”

  She felt her cheeks blush again as she looked down at the floor. Dylan, she thought, the name has a nice ring to it.

  4.

  Mark’s clammy hands were wrapped tightly around her neck and he was squeezing so hard she couldn’t breathe. As he crushed her wind pipe, she felt her eyes bulge and her life quickly flashed before her eyes. She saw her parents on her graduation and her first boyfriend who she dumped after prom. The only thought pulsing through her was that she had never settled down or married. She’d never had children. She looked into Mark’s eyes as he delivered the final surge of strength that would finish her off, and as he choked her in those final seconds, he spat at her, “I told you I’d get you.”

  She snapped awake in a cold sweat, her chest heaving with exertion as her heart tried to slow. She ran her hand over her forehead and wiped it dry. As she swung her legs over the side of the bed in her little room and stoo
d up and stretched, she realized she could hear the thud of music coming from downstairs in the bar.

  They literally never went to sleep.

  Ever.

  Brogan hadn’t been lying when he said they were always open. The men came and went throughout the night. Some of them stayed there like she did, but most of them were just avoiding going home… And there was always some deal being made.

  In the week she had been there, Courtney had avoided them all. She had run away from one criminal and now feared she was in the company of many others. But there was something about the Buckhorn Riders that made her feel secure. She was cocooned up there amongst them all and she knew that if Mark ever came looking for her, he’d have to get past them first.

  Since her first day there when Dylan had walked in and lit something inside of her that she hadn’t felt for a long time, she had been too shy to talk to him properly. He was always around first thing in the morning, and he had only been into the bar once on a night when she had been working. She’d enjoyed it all so far, and even though she had never worked a place like that in her life, she seemed a natural at it and was fitting in just fine.

  The night he had come in he sat at the back of the room cradling a whisky and stared at her all evening. A word hadn’t been spoken between them but she could feel his eyes on her with every move she made. He kept his head low as he smoked a cigarette and the smoke curled up around his nostrils and through his dirty blonde hair. The air was stifling in there but he still wore his heavy leathers, and at one point when she turned around, he was just fixated on her, smiling. His presence was intoxicating. She hadn’t properly spoken to him since the first time she had walked into The Buckhorn, but she felt like she knew him intimately, just from the way he watched her and seemed to stare into her soul.

  ***

  In the bathroom attached to her bedroom, she ran the tap and splashed water on her face. It was 4 AM and the heat was intense. She’d found a fan in the cellar and convinced Brogan to let her have it up there, even though it could probably cause a fire with its faulty electrics, but she promised to only use it when she was in the room. She turned it on and stood in front of it. She twisted her long blonde hair into her hand and held it off the back of her neck and as she cooled down and the light air hit her dewy skin, she imaged that it was Dylan’s hands touching her.

  She sat back down on the bed and reached into her purse. She pulled out her wallet and opened it up. Inside there was a photograph of her with her parents on her graduation day. They all looked so happy and carefree. She cast her mind back to how proud they had been of her and she felt instantly guilty at having left them without a word. She knew she was doing it for their safety and so that they wouldn’t have any information regarding her whereabouts, but she was still devastated to leave her only family behind.

  Mark was haunting her. She had to push him to the back of her mind. She had to forget and move on. She was in Nevada now. She was hundreds of miles away from him and he didn’t have a clue that she was there. As the sun rose over the desert, she lay wide awake and listened to the gang of men in the rooms below her, drinking, swearing, fighting and fucking. There were always women who came and went and loitered around on the dusty road outside. They were like groupies. They draped themselves over the bikes and wore the tiniest outfits imaginable. Courtney had watched them and wished she could have their confidence. They were all stick thin and bags of bones and none of them looked healthy or classy, but all of the bikers went there. Just because they could and it was easy.

  All of them except Dylan.

  His hungry eyes watched her always and she knew that it wouldn’t be long before he made a move. She felt a twinge between her legs just thinking about it. She hadn’t been with a man for so long. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but she was willing to wait.

  5.

  Brogan tossed her the keys to the shed and asked her to go and fetch some crates of beer. It was mid-afternoon and the sun was at its hottest. As she crossed the parking lot out back, her skin felt on fire and she could hear the hiss of insects all around her. It was a quiet day; half of the bikers had disappeared early morning and the rest were either sleeping or out riding.

  She kicked open the door to the shed and stepped carefully through the boxes and tools littering it. Since he was a kid, she had been terrified of scorpions and this was exactly the sort of place a nest could be hiding. She moved things with the tips of her boots and when she reached the crates she was about to bend down and lug one up under her arm, she heard the door creak behind her.

  She spun around to see Dylan standing there. For once he wasn’t wearing his leathers but a black vest with a pair of low-slung ripped jeans and a belt with a huge buckle. He was sweaty and dirty and Courtney instantly felt her breath catch in her throat. His arms were tanned and bulging and his eyes were on her again, burning her with intensity.

  “You scared me,” she whispered as she moved back slightly.

  “Need a hand?” he asked, taking a step forward.

  Courtney stood still and Dylan reached down and picked up the heavy crate. He lifted it onto his shoulder and walked back towards the door.

  “Come on then,” he called to her as he made his way back across the parking lot.

  Courtney followed him, completely dumbfounded at his eagerness to help her when they had barely spoken a word to one another. He kicked the door to the bar open with the toe of his boot and strode inside, thudding the case of beer down on the floor and pointing at it.

  “Don’t ask a lady to do a man’s work,” he said sternly to Brogan.

  Brogan didn’t respond. The two men stared at each other and Courtney could feel the tension in the air. She looked from one man to the other and she could tell something was about to happen, so she felt the need to intervene.

  “It’s alright,” she said quietly. “I mean, I do work here.”

  Dylan turned and glared at her before pointing his finger at Brogan again.

  “I mean it,” he said before turning and walking out the front door.

  Courtney felt her arms shaking and her heart racing. She was tingling all over and her sex throbbed in her panties. What had just happened? Was Dylan claiming her? Was he moving in and wanting to make her his?

  She looked up at Brogan who had a sheepish expression on his face. He coughed and turned to Courtney.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, “I shoulda got the crates.”

  Courtney smiled at him, feeling guilty. She didn’t understand how all this drama had occurred out of nowhere. She helped Brogan unpack the beers and then decided to take a break. She went up the stairs and pushed open the door to her room.

  Her window was open and she looked out over the desert and the highway. Dylan was sitting out there, next to his big silver Harley. He was smoking and looking up at her. She bit her lip and felt her body tense up. She had never wanted someone so much in her entire life.

  He stood up and glared at her before throwing the cigarette onto the ground and stomping it out with his boot. They didn’t say a word to each other and they didn’t move a muscle. Courtney was so nervous she couldn’t breathe and her heart pounded in her chest.

  After a few moments, he started walking towards the door to the bar. His fists were clenched and he didn’t once take his eyes off hers. She could hear him stomping inside. His heavy boots were coming up the stairs and her heart was racing so fast she thought she was going to collapse.

  As the door swung open, it almost came off its hinges. Dylan strode powerfully into the room and was on her before she had a chance to register what was happening. He pushed her up against the wall and ran his hands up the length of her smooth, curvy body. He wrapped his fingers into the waistband of her denim shorts and tugged at them. His kisses were hot and passionate as he pulled her shorts down and slipped his hand between her legs, touching her through her panties.

  Behind him the door was still open and he moved back, taking her with him, a
s he still kissed her and ran his hands all over her. Courtney gripped his huge arms, feeling tiny in them, and then pushed her huge, heaving breasts up against him. Dylan closed the door and turned the key. She could hear the bike engines and knew the bar would be full in a matter of moments.

  “I’ve been thinking about this since the second you walked in here,” he whispered.

  He leaned forward and his lips skimmed hers. Courtney felt a new rush in her panties as he pressed himself up against her, and she could feel the hardness of his cock as it poked into her side. He pushed her back onto her bed and grunted. He was so hard and the outline of his dick was visible beneath his jeans. Courtney felt herself ripen and the heat rose within her. She was soaking wet and desperate for him. He slowly climbed on top of her and slipped his tongue into her mouth as he pinned her arms high above her head. She was so hungry for him, she trembled beneath him. As he scooped her up in his huge arms and pulled her onto him she let her hand wander down and feel his manhood through his jeans. She gasped when she felt it. It was so big and she could tell he was going to be powerful.

  It had been such a long time since she had been with a man that she found herself scared and timid. This seemed to turn Dylan on even more, and he rolled her onto her back and pinned her hands down into the pillow. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he put all of his weight on her and thrust against her. Even between their clothes it felt incredible, and Courtney knew that she had to have him inside her.

  He ran his hand up her side and slipped her shirt up before pulling it off over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her huge breasts bounced free. He gasped when he saw them and pulled one hungrily into his mouth. He sucked on her nipple gently and buried his face in them. They were so huge, he was in a trance with them as he pushed them together and felt how soft and voluptuous they were. Courtney pulled at his vest and took it off over his head. His abs were rock hard, huge and covered in tattoos. He was nothing like any other man she had ever been with, and his intensity and ruggedness were the biggest turn-ons she had ever known. He started to kiss her neck as he slipped his hand between her legs. She moaned as his fingers found her sex through her panties. They were soaking wet and as he slid his hand inside them and felt her hot, engorged pussy, his eyes went wide and he bit his lip.