Bound by Lies (God's Reapers MC Book 3)

by Parker, Kara

  “What did you think of the bike ride?” David asked.

  “It was crazy, but in a good way,” Olivia said. “I can see why you like it. I definitely want to go on another ride.”

  “We will,” he answered. Behind her, David began to set up the tent, giving Olivia a nice view of his abs and arms as he stretched to build their shelter. He put blankets and a pillow in the tent and then came back out to sit next to Olivia. He wrapped his arm around her, and they looked into the fire.

  “So this is what you wanted?” Olivia asked. “This far from civilization?”

  “You have to admit, it is quiet,” David said, kissing her neck. “And private, and it has a great view.” Olivia looked up at the stars and sighed in agreement. She turned to face him and kissed him deeply, bringing her hand up to his face and holding his cheek, as his arm wrapped around her waist. “There’s no one around for miles,” David whispered, as his hand began to sneak up Olivia’s shirt. She smiled as she kissed him, and he finally had to break their kiss so he could slip her shirt up and over her head. He ran his hands over her soft shoulders and down her strong arms, all the way to her hands, which he brought up and kissed gently.

  “Now you,” Olivia said, tugging at his shirt. David complied, taking his shirt off and throwing it in a pile with hers. Olivia reached out and ran her hands up his chest, feeling the tight muscles of his abs and raking her fingernails against his skin. He was so strong and firm and Olivia wished he spent more time without a shirt on. Olivia looked at David as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, slowly revealing her breasts to the moon and the desert around them.

  David reached for her, his hand engulfing her breast. He massaged it, and she put her hand on his chest to steady herself. He focused on her, running his fingers over her nipple, pinching it and pulling gently on it while his other hand gently stroked her other breast. Olivia moaned at the twin sensations, one rough the other gentle, and she leaned into his touch. While his hands worked, he leaned down and kissed her.

  “Lie back,” he whispered, and Olivia complied, slowly lowering herself down until she was flat on her back and stretched out before him. David got on his knees and stared at her beautiful body. He could see her perfect breasts and her flat stomach in the moonlight, and he wondered how he could possibly be so lucky. He moved, hovering over her, and then he leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, his tongue sliding over hers, and she sucked on his lower lip, and David moaned in response. He brought his head lower and kissed her right breast and then her left, and then he brought his hands up and massaged her breasts, making Olivia moan and writhe beneath him. He kissed the space between her breasts and the sensitive skin all around them, and then he kissed and bit at her left nipple while his hand gently stroked the other.

  Olivia writhed underneath him, lost in the sensation of his rough mouth and his gentle hands. She buried her hands in his hair and moaned his name as he continued. He moved his way up from her breast to her neck, biting and nibbling at the nape of her neck until he was back at her mouth, kissing her passionately. He brought his hands down on her wrists, pinning her to the ground.

  “Stay just like that,” he said. Olivia nodded and watched as he moved down and unzipped her jeans. She kicked off her shoes, and he shimmied her pants and her panties down her long legs until she was finally free of them. She forced herself to resist the urge to cover up; she let her body lie naked and exposed under the stars. She watched as David stood up and pulled his pants off, tossing them to the side, leaving him wearing only his boxers, his erection visible through the fabric.

  David knelt between Olivia’s knees, and then he kissed her left leg and then her right. Goosebumps erupted over her sensitive skin, and his mouth and his tongue kissed her in places she had never been kissed before. He worked his way down her legs, kissing her lower stomach and then kissing lower before finally slipping his tongue between her folds. Olivia could feel his warm wet tongue inside of her stroking her in just the right way. She moaned out loud, into the night sky. Her body was writhing underneath his, and she brought her hands up to run them through his hair, urging him on. David’s tongue found her clit and he began to work his tongue over it in long and lazy strokes that slowly built her orgasm up inside of her. It was intense—almost too much. Olivia was already desperately close.

  “Yes,” she whispered, and then louder, “David, yes!” His tongue was driving her wild and she was already close to finishing. As her body tensed for that release, David suddenly pulled away from her.

  “Wait for me,” he said, as he sat back up on his knees. Olivia felt her body twitch underneath him, and she wanted to cry out in frustration. She had been so close, and he had so cruelly stopped. She was desperate for his touch. She was wet, and her body ached for any touch from him. He was only inches away, torturing her with his mere presence.

  Olivia remained on her back, as David came forward and lay down on the blanket next to her. He was on his back, and he reached out for Olivia. She smiled, as she rolled over and put her legs on either side of him, straddling him. She was desperate to have him inside of her and she took his member in her hand and guided it into her. Taking a deep breath as he entered her all the way, he gave out a loud groan and gripped her hips tightly.

  Olivia began to move with him inside of her. She sat up, and her hips did all the work as she closed her eyes. She could feel his cock, as it slid past her clit and made her shudder with each contact no matter how slight. He reached up and took her breasts in each of his hands, massaging them as she continued to rock on top of him. She could feel every centimeter of him inside of her, she could feel him on her inner walls, and the sensation was almost too much to bear.

  “Olivia, yes,” David moaned, and his hands moved to her hips. He gripped her tightly and guided her, moving to match her rhythm. Olivia opened her eyes and looked up at the stars above her and then at David below her. She put her hands on his chest and continued to move her hips, as her body tensed and shuddered.

  “Oh, David, yes, more, please,” she whispered. She writhed over his body, moving herself against his cock, each contact creating electricity between them. Each movement forward and back brought her closer to her orgasm, Olivia opened her eyes, looked out into the desert, and then looked up at the stars, and she pushed her body against David’s. She was moving fast now; she was so close again, and this time she knew she couldn’t stop. She had to come; she had to finish. She was so close and so desperate for that release.

  “Yes, yes!” she cried out as her body tensed. She could begin to feel her orgasm as it approached. Her entire body tightened, and then she lost control as her baser instincts took over. She thrust against him uncontrollably, as David groaned and pushed as deep into her as possible. Wave after wave of pleasure pounded her body, as she screamed out his name and then, finally spent, collapsed on top of him.

  It took her a moment to regain her strength. David was still inside of her, and she could feel his pounding heart begin to quiet and calm down, as his hands traced patterns over her back and arms. Finally, Olivia pulled herself off of him and rolled over onto her back so she was lying next to him. Together, they looked up at the stars.

  “I can see how you could like this,” Olivia said, as she snuggled closer to David. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her forehead, as the fire crackled next to them and the stars loomed above.

  EPILOGUE

  Olivia smoothed her white dress over her stomach and looked into the full-length mirror, facing first this way and then that way as she looked at her strange reflection staring back at her. The woman in the mirror wasn’t Olivia Waters, the tough police officer. She was the soon-to-be Olivia Creely. Olivia Creely. Every time she thought of it, Olivia felt the butterflies in her stomach flutter, and a smile would creep over her face. She wondered when—exactly—she had turned into a giggling schoolgirl, considering she had never been one before.

  The dress was floor length and silk. It clung to her
bust and then flowed, covering her legs and shimmering when she moved. There were thin straps over her shoulder, and her mother was wiping away a tear as she came into the dressing room with the veil.

  “You just look so lovely,” her mother said between sobs. “What happened to my little tomboy who swore she would never ever marry a gross, dirty boy?”

  “Keep it together, Mom,” Olivia said. “If you keep crying, then I’m gonna start crying and we’re really going to ruin our makeup.” She looked at her mother in the mirror; she was a shorter version of Olivia, only her mother preferred makeup and long hair to Olivia’s more relaxed style. “Wait to put the veil on. I want to see how everything looks out there,” Olivia said, as she stepped off the platform. Lifting her skirt to keep it clean, she walked over to the balcony and peered down into the crowd. It was an odd sight for sure.

  One side was filled with police officers wearing their dress blues and decked out for the occasion. Down below, Olivia could see Detective Farraday sitting next to her captain and her lieutenant. There were her old friends from Olivia’s days at the academy and her trainee, Ted, who had really come into his own in the last year. They had ridden together one last time only a few days ago; Olivia would begin her training as a detective once she and David came back from their honeymoon.

  The other side of the church was something else indeed. The bikers had fancied up in their own ways. They were all wearing suits or pressed shirts, but their long hair and their beards gave them away. Well, that and the long line of gleaming motorcycles that were lined up outside of the church. A strange sight indeed, a sea of motorcycles and police cruisers baking in the parking lot.

  “Get back here!” her mother scolded gently. “You can’t see the groom before the altar, and he can’t see you. Everything down there is fine.” However, Mrs. Waters couldn't help but give a nervous glance to the men beneath her, it was unusual that was for sure.

  Olivia looked at the clock on the wall as she felt her stomach churn. This was happening; it was really happening. They had joked about going to the Little Blue Chapel in Vegas; they had seriously considered just going to City Hall and signing all the necessary paperwork. Yet, in the end, they realized that they had done nothing wrong, so why shouldn’t they get married in a church?

  “Are you ready?” Mrs. Waters said.

  “Is he out there?” Olivia asked.

  “He’s at the altar, looking rather nervous, but also very handsome. Let’s not keep him waiting any longer.” Olivia reached for her mother’s outstretched hand, and with her bouquet in the other, they walked together towards the chapel. They waited in the wings and watched as Olivia’s cousins and nieces acted as flower girls and bridesmaids. Each one of them waited on the sideline, and then their cue came on and they took a step down the aisle and out of Olivia’s view.

  Olivia Waters had taken on bikers and drug dealers and murderers, but she had never felt as nervous as she felt at that moment. She held tightly to her mother’s hand as the last bridesmaid began her walk, and then the processional music began. Olivia could hear the sound of throats clearing and fabric moving, as people out in the chapel stood up to watch her walk down the aisle.

  The music was playing as Olivia took a deep breath and then took her first step and emerged in the church. She could hear people sighing sweetly and whispering to each other. On every face she saw, whether biker or cop, there was only happiness and love. Finally, Olivia looked up at the aisle and there was David, wearing a perfectly-fitted suit and tie. His hands were crossed in front of him and a smile spread across his face, as his eyes finally met with Olivia’s.

  At the end of the aisle, Olivia kissed her mother on her cheek and watched as her mother hugged David. Then, she put Olivia’s hand in David’s and took her seat. Olivia looked up at the handsome man before her, her soon-to-be husband. In mere minutes, they would be married, bonded for their entire lives. In his eyes, she saw moonlight bike rides and passionate love; she saw them walking hand-in-hand down the street with nowhere in particular to go. She saw her whole life with David Creely stretched out in front of her, and she smiled, as the priest began to speak.

  THE END