Blood’s arms came unfolded. “What the hell? You serious?”
He shrugged. “It’s one hell of a story.”
Blood looked over in Skylar’s direction, and a half grin pulled on his mouth. “Maybe she’s more like her ol’ man than I thought.”
Undertaker chuckled. “Yeah, if she did it, but she says she didn’t.”
“You don’t see her for all these years, then as soon as she gets herself neck deep in shit with the DKs she shows up here. And this is all just a coincidence?”
“She didn’t just show up here. I sent for her.”
Blood looked back at Undertaker with a frown. “Sent for her?”
“It’s a long story. I’ll fill you in when we get back.”
Blood folded his arms again and stared back toward Skylar and Shades. “Seems like there’s a lot of shit you need to fill me in on. Like why the hell I shouldn’t run his ass off.”
Undertaker slapped him on the shoulder. “Relax. You take that trip back with them, you may have a shot yourself.”
Blood gave Undertaker a deadly look. “Don’t think for a minute I won’t take it.”
Undertaker grinned and blew out another stream of smoke. “One thing I’ve learned about you, Blood, I never doubt you.”
“What kind of game are you playing this time?”
Undertaker shrugged. “No game. He falls down on the job, I’d like to see her with you.”
“Old man, what are you trying to do?”
“Keep you motivated.”
Blood looked over at Skylar, his eyes running over her body. He lit up a cigarette and blew a pissed off stream of smoke into the air. “You do know how to keep a man motivated.”
Undertaker chuckled.
****
When they got back to the clubhouse, Undertaker informed them that he had rooms made ready for them upstairs. He had one of the girls show them to the rooms.
She led them upstairs and down the hall to the last two rooms on the right.
“The sheets are clean,” the girl said, and then walked away.
“Great,” Ghost commented and walked into the first room.
Shades and Skylar took the next. Walking in, Skylar took in the double bed. There were a couple nightstands on either side of the bed and a chair in the corner. Shades tossed their bag on the chair. A highboy dresser on the other side of the room held an ancient television.
There was a tiny bathroom through a door and Skylar headed into it as Shades collapsed back on the bed.
Once inside the bathroom, Skylar looked at herself in the mirror. She slipped her jacket off and her hand brushed down the feather boa she still had wrapped around her neck. Blood’s words from earlier came back to her. I could think of some uses for that boa.
She looked toward the bathroom door, thinking of Shades, and a sly smile pulled at her mouth.
****
Shades lay back on the bed, the remote aimed at the television as he flipped through the channels. Nothing but crap on. Infomercials about everything from acne cleanser to kitchen mops. The door to the bathroom opened, and his head swiveled to see Skylar step out. And then he did a double take. Holy shit.
She was standing there in nothing but that feather boa hanging from her neck and covering the front of her breasts. The side curves of each breast were in view as were the curves of her hips. His eyes slid down the center of her, down her cleavage, to her smooth flat belly, to her pretty little bellybutton, to the juncture of her thighs where she held one end of the boa, hiding it from his view.
He clicked the TV off and tossed the remote, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and sitting up.
“Come here, pretty girl,” he growled.
She gave him a flirty smile, and then twirled the other end of the boa.
He grinned. “My baby wants to play. You gonna give me a little show?”
“Maybe.” She shimmied the boa around her neck as she approached him. “You’re a little overdressed.”
He didn’t hesitate in standing up and stripping for her. First the vest was tossed to the floor, then the shirt went up and over his head. Then he was unbuckling his belt.
He watched her eyes trail down his body as she slowly twirled the end of that feather boa. He grinned and dropped his pants, kicking them out of the way.
“Keep goin’,” he encouraged, nodding to the boa. “Show a little more.”
And she did, playing a little peek-a-boo show with him, pulling the boa to the side to give him a flash of nipple before covering it back up. And then, as if she’d realized she’d pushed him far enough, she pulled both ends of the boa to the outside of her breasts and his eyes skated down as her body was completely revealed to him.
She stepped forward and took the end of the boa and tickled it over his skin, sliding it slowly from his chin, down his chest, his belly and finally to his dick that was standing at attention, practically reaching out for her. She circled it, teasing him.
He stood it for about two seconds before his hands landed on her waist and he lifted her, twisting to toss her on the bed. Then he came down on top of her.
She gasped at his sudden aggressiveness, and he grinned down at her.
“My turn. Hold real still now.” He pulled the end of the boa from her grip and began to torment her with it, tickling it over her cleavage, and then the underside of her breasts, and then her nipples with a ‘barely there’ touch.
She shivered.
His mouth dipped down to brush his lips in a trail following the feathers, pausing to suck on her nipples. Then his hand trailed the feathers down her belly, tickling her bellybutton. He grinned down at her as she squirmed, and he couldn’t resist brushing her parted mouth with a soft kiss.
He lifted his head and watched her eyes as his hand dragged the feathers between her legs. “Open for me, sweetheart.”
She did as he bid, and he pushed his knee between her legs, holding them open as he drew the length between her folds. She moaned.
“You like that, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice stuttering as he teased and tormented her with a whisper-soft touch.
He bent and pressed a kiss to her trembling belly, and then he threw his leg over her and sat up, straddling her thighs. Slowly, his hands pulled the boa, watching it gradually slide from around her neck, the feathers slithering over her soft skin. When it pulled free, he tossed it to the floor, growling, “Enough playing.”
Then he came down on top of her, his hot body pressing against her soft-as-silk skin. He kissed her, his mouth delving deep, tongue sweeping inside to rub against hers over and over as his mouth ate at hers.
When finally he broke off to suck some air in, his breathing sawing in and out, he grinned down at her. “I love that mouth of yours.”
She tried to lift her head to reach his mouth again with hers but he pulled back, just out of her reach. She looked up at him questioningly, and his eyes dropped to her lips as he brought his hand up and ran his thumb across her mouth, the pad brushing lightly over the softness.
And then he gave her a sly grin. “Got a better use for that pretty mouth.”
Her pretty little arched brows drew together as he lifted off her to slide his arm under the small of her back. His strong biceps locked around her as he hauled her up to the headboard in one powerful move.
She gasped at his quick forceful movement.
He straddled her chest, and her eyes dropped to his erection, before looking up at him with a smile. He grinned down at her as he took her head in his hands and plunged into her soft mouth that opened for him, eagerly taking him in.
It never got old, the feel of the sweet heat of her mouth surrounding him. He sucked in a breath and felt her hands on his ass pulling him closer, deeper as she moaned.
His hips began moving, taking up the age-old rhythm, thrusting in and out as she clutched at him. It didn’t take long before he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He pulled out and slid down her body, his
knees spreading her legs. Locking his arms around her thighs, he yanked her down, her back sliding across the sheet. When he had her where he wanted her, his arms hooked under her knees and pushed her legs back, pinning her open as he plunged into her in one powerful thrust.
She cried out as he drove into her over and over, pounding for all he was worth. His chest grew slick with sweat from his exertions, his muscles flexing with his every surge. Looking down into her face flushed with desire as she writhed beneath him, he growled, “Who do you belong to, Sky? Whose baby are you?”
“Yours, Shades. Only yours.”
He slammed into her again. “Mine. Remember it. Don’t ever forget it.”
She reached up and pulled his head down to hers, locking her lips to his. He let her have the hungry kiss, but had to break off after only a moment to bury his head in her shoulder. He shuddered as an overpowering orgasm tore through him.
When his breathing returned to normal, he lifted off her and felt her arms tighten around him as if she didn’t want to lose his weight. Brushing the hair back from her face, he kissed her.
“Sorry, I know that was all for me.”
“You needed it. I want to be what you need.”
“You are, baby. You are.”
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
The next morning, Skylar was sitting at the bar with Shades and Ghost, eating scrambled eggs and bacon off a paper plate. A couple of the old ladies had come in and made breakfast. There were several other club members up and eating breakfast as well, Blood and Sandman, Undertaker and Mooch.
She looked over at the man who was her father. She knew Shades was anxious to get back on the road, but in a strange way she was going to miss her father, and she was dragging her feet over breakfast.
Most of the men were through, even with their second helpings, and were now sipping on coffee. She appeared to be the only one still slowly eating.
Movement at the end of the bar to her right caught her eye, and she saw her father get up off his barstool and head toward her, his eyes on her. She turned her head as he stopped behind her.
“I want to talk to you, Skylar.”
She looked at Shades and then nodded, slipping off her stool to follow her father. He led her upstairs and to his office. She stood in the middle of the room as he moved behind his desk, opened a drawer and retrieved an item. Then he came around the desk to stand before her.
“I’ve got something for you. Something your mother would want you to have.” He looked down at his hand, and her eyes followed his. A silver chain was looped over the fingers of one hand, and a pendant rested in the palm of his other.
He handed it to her. It was a marcasite diamond shaped pendant with four small pear shaped onyx stones in each corner. It was beautiful.
“I got that for her on a trip we took together to Sturgis. She always loved it.” He swallowed and then continued. “One day while I was inside…”
“You mean prison?”
He nodded. “A letter came. It was her handwriting on the envelope.” He nodded toward the necklace. “That was all that was inside. No note. No letter. Just that. I figured that was her way of telling me she was through.” He shrugged.
Skylar looked from his sad face down to the pendent. She’d always wanted something of her mother’s. Her eyes started to pool. She looked up at her father. “Thank you.”
His eyes moved over her face, taking in her teary eyes. Then he swallowed and moved behind her. “Here. Let me put it on you.”
She lifted her hair aside and stood still while he fastened the latch at the back of her neck. Then he stepped back, and she turned to him, fingering the pendant. “How does it look?”
He smiled. “Beautiful. Like you. Like your momma.”
“Thank you.”
He hugged her tight, and then just as suddenly released her as if uncomfortable with the emotions he was feeling. “Okay. Good talk.”
They walked downstairs, and as they approached the bar, Shades slid off his stool, his eyes searching hers.
“Butcher called. Wants us to swing by the Gulf Coast Chapter on our way back.”
“For what?”
“I just need to check on some things. We’ll probably stay overnight there.”
Skylar groaned internally at the thought of staying at another clubhouse, but she didn’t say anything.
“You ready?” he asked.
She nodded.
She noticed Blood and Sandman slinging packs over their shoulders.
“Let’s get this show on the road already,” Blood growled as he headed toward the door.
Skylar frowned and looked at Shades questioningly. “They’re coming with us?”
Shades eyes moved to Undertaker, and then back to her. “Daddy’s orders.”
She whirled on him. “What? Why?”
“Because you’re my daughter. I’m makin’ sure you’re safe.”
“You don’t need to do this.”
“Don’t give me any mouth about this, baby-girl. You don’t get a say. It’s a done deal.”
Shades bent to grab his pack, apparently already reconciled to this change in plans.
“But—”
“Done. Deal.”
Ghost came up behind her and whispered in her ear, “This world you’re in now, it’s a man’s world, Hotrod. Better get used to it.”
She turned her head and rolled her eyes at him.
Shades turned with his pack over his shoulder and looked at Skylar. “Come on.”
Undertaker stepped in front of her. He took her in his arms and hugged her gruffly. When he released her and looked down at her, he appeared choked up, his jaw tight.
“Skylar?”
“Yes?”
“See ya.” Then he ambled off toward the stairs to his office.
Mooch watched him leave, and then turned to her as her eyes followed her father as he disappeared up the stairs.
“I hope you know how hard that was for him,” Mooch informed her with a grin.
Her eyes came to him and she nodded, the corner of her mouth pulling up at his joking words. Then Shades had her elbow in his gentle hold and was leading her toward the door.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
They blasted down I-10 and exited onto the beach expressway. Two and a half hours after they pulled out of Slidell, Louisiana, they were rolling into Gulf Shores on the Alabama gulf coast. Skylar could smell the ocean several blocks before she saw the blue water. The sun was setting as they pulled up at a light behind several cars. They had ridden two by two all the way from New Orleans, and they stopped in the same formation. Shades and Ghost. Blood and Sandman behind them.
Shades looked over at Ghost and shouted over the rumbling engines. “You guys go on, I’m gonna make a stop, pick up some shit. I’ll meet you out there.”
Ghost nodded. “We’ll stop and pick up some beer and ice.”
Shades nodded back.
“This Gulf Coast Chapter you talked about, are we staying at their clubhouse tonight?” Skylar asked Shades over his shoulder.
“No, babe.”
“Then where are we staying?”
“Ghost has an aunt with a beach house out in Fort Morgan.” He nodded toward the road to the right and the road sign above that indicated the turn for Fort Morgan. “She lets him use it once in a while when she’s out of town. Lucky for us she’s at a reunion in Charleston and won’t be back until mid-week.”
When the light changed, Shades went straight, and Ghost and the others made a right turn onto Hwy 180, the road that led out to Fort Morgan. Shades drove down a couple blocks and pulled into the parking lot of a huge souvenir store.
They both climbed off the bike. Skylar looked up at the huge, two-story building with the glass front and huge shark hanging in the atrium visible through the glass. “What are we doing here?”
Shades just grinned at her. “You’ll see.”
He took her hand and led her inside. Then he led her through the store, past display
s of cups, mugs, key-chains, refrigerator magnets and an assortment of things made from seashells. They wended their way through racks and racks of tee-shirts and sweatshirts. Skylar tried to look at things as Shades pulled her along, moving with purpose through the store. Until he stopped suddenly, and she plowed into his back. Apparently he’d reached his destination. She looked around. They’d arrived at the swimsuit section. Her eyes traveled over the racks of bikinis. She looked up at him questioningly.
He grinned back. “Pick one out, darlin’.”
Her brows rose. “Seriously?”
“You got five minutes. I’ll meet you in front. Make it sexy.” Then he winked and walked off. She watched him grab a pair of men’s trunks as he headed toward the register.
She turned back to the racks and quickly began flipping through the hangers.
Twenty minutes later, they were heading down Fort Morgan Road. Civilization fell away and they passed under a canopy of trees, Spanish moss swaying in the breeze. There was sand on either side of the road. After several minutes, the trees opened up, and the bay appeared on the right. Several miles down, they made a left turn and rode a couple blocks to the shore. They made a right and rode along the beachfront homes. Shades pulled down a drive that was barely visible in the sand and pulled up to a bright pink house. It was up on stilts, beachfront facing the Gulf, the blue water visible beyond the stilts. The place didn’t look like much from the outside. In fact, it looked kind of rundown with its peeling paint. A line of bikes was parked under the house. The guys having stopped to load up on beer, ice and booze, judging by the bottles and bags they were carting in, had arrived just ahead of them. Ghost was heading up the stairs to unlock the door.
Skylar and Shades dismounted and climbed the stairs, following the men as they trooped inside. There was an open floor plan with a kitchen on the right, a long bar between it and the living area. On the left was a small dining table. Straight ahead in the living area was a couch facing the windows that revealed the partially covered deck beyond. On one side sat a love seat, and a chair and ottoman on the other. A flat screen TV sat on a stand at an angle in the corner. There was an open doorway on the right and another on the left.
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