Ignition (BBW Alpha Male MC Biker Romance)

by Beaunoir, Ashlee

  She looked up at him, searching his face. “Apart from giving you a lift out of there, I don’t think I’ve done a whole lot for you. They were only letters. And most of it was just the silly little trivial rantings and ramblings of an ordinary day of being just Olivia.”

  “Those letters were my lifeline. You have no idea. You gave me something to look forward to every day I got up in the morning. I would hope there would be another letter from you, waiting for me. I wanted this day to come for so long. To have the chance to meet you, and thank you in person. Since your letters, I worked so damned hard to walk the straight and narrow so I could get that opportunity. It made me expect more from myself. In short, Olivia, you made me want to be a better man.”

  Her hand trembled in his. He helped her turn the key in the door. They walked in together and he dropped his duffle bag with a large thunk onto the wooden floor just inside the door. He took a quick look around the darkened house.

  “I like how you decorated,” he said absentmindedly. He headed for the bathroom, and lifted the lid of the toilet. Olivia watched with curiosity and some amusement as he relieved himself in her washroom, with the door wide open. How quickly he makes himself at home, she thought.

  He zipped up, was about to leave, then checked himself and washed his hands. After all, he was not just among men anymore. He was a guest.

  “That’s better,” he said, after he dried his hands. “Now, how about making me a sandwich?”

  She gave him an incredulous look. Victor grinned widely at her and laughed. “Just kidding. I’m trying to break the ice here, a bit. You still seem a little skeptical of me. Trust me. I won’t ask you to do anything you don’t want to do. I owe you too much to do anything like that.”

  He walked up to her, and hugged her. She shied from him and curled herself tighter away from him in his embrace. Sensing her closing off from him, he pulled away from her and looked at her.

  “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable,” he said, and added, “I’m sorry. It’s probably too soon for you to do this sort of thing. I understand. You just met me in real life only a few hours ago. But for me, I’ve been waiting for this, well, for you, for a long time now. I just can’t help that I want you.”

  He took a step back and awkwardly put a hand to the back of his neck and scratched it. Olivia saw the bicep of his arm flex as he raised his arm and caught a glimpse of a tribal tattoo on his arm. She stared at the outline of hard muscle on his chest and felt the heat rush through her body. Any girl would give away her most coveted Louis Vuitton handbag for a chance to fuck that hot ripped body and she was giving him the cold shoulder. And she could practically taste in the air the sexual need this man poured out to her. So what was wrong with her?

  “It’s not just that,” she said, “I like you and all….”

  “It’s ok,” Victor interrupted. “You don’t have to explain. I’m a patient man. I’ve had over seven years to think about things while the rest of the world went on without me. I can wait as long as you need.”

  He saw the flushed reaction in her face. And the lust in her eyes. He watched her gaze travel along his body. Some encouragement, then. Victor pulled out the shirt that was tucked in his jeans, and tugged it up and off his head. He stood there before her, with his shirt off.

  She drank in the sight of his burly naked upper body. There was an eagle tattooed on his chest. It looked like a prison tattoo. Poor to mediocre quality at best. And it looked like it was trying to attempt to cover a large gaping scar that gashed its way across the left side of his upper pectoral muscle.

  “What was that from?” she asked as she pointed to the mass of grimly repaired flesh that curled under his nipple.

  “Knife attack. Missed the heart. But you can take your best shot now, honey,” he said.

  He said it with such honesty, that she snickered quietly and apprehensively at the cheesiness of it. She caught herself, and put her hand to her mouth to stop herself. She timidly looked up at him.

  “It’s ok,” he reassured her. He could see she was still holding herself back from him. “Go ahead. Touch it. If you want.”

  She traced the damaged skin lightly with her fingers. Gathering confidence, she indented them more firmly into his skin. Feeling for the hard muscle underneath. He was like electrically charged cinders to her touch, and his chest slowly rose and fell in a hypnotic rhythmic pattern.

  He stood there, letting her touch him. He could feel his erection swelling in his jeans. Leaning forward slightly, he pressed himself more into her, the bulge of his cock lightly rubbing against the soft bare skin of her thighs.

  She stared up to him, aware of the desire he had for her pushed and held against her body. Feeling the breath of him on her neck.

  “I want you…..” she started boldly but then trailed off.

  Victor leaned away from her, giving her some space. Giving her time. “What holds you back?”

  “It’s just that, well, you’re my first time…” she confessed.

  “Never been with a man?” he asked.

  She looked away from him, almost ashamed to admit it. “No. I mean yes. Never been with any man before. Sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry about that. It’s nothing you have to apologize for,” he said gently.

  “Well if you expected more, I’m sorry. I’m sure there’s better out there than me, that you’ve had before. More experienced,” she said with some embarrassment.

  “Don’t worry about things like that. Believe me, I don’t care that much. I’m your first, so what. I’ll think of it as a sort of gift,” he said as he grinned at her.

  She gained some confidence back and gave him a sarcastic reply. “It’s not that at all. Giving up one’s virginity to someone isn’t a gift. At least not to me. It’s like wearing a label that’s not trendy anymore. You just want to give it away to some salvation army somewhere and move onto the next thing.”

  He chuckled. “So I’m a charity case then? Whatever. I don’t care.” He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the neck.

  His lips brushing gently on her smooth skin set her on fire. It sent a rapid fire signal straight down to her central core, causing her sex to spasm momentarily and then suddenly clench up. She folded into his body, as she felt his solid arms wrap around her and hold her pussy against his throbbing cock. She searched for, and found his mouth and plunged into its depths. He fiercely gripped her pliant body, and joined his tongue with hers. She tasted the fire of need in the force of his kiss, in the way he pushed his cock against her slit, now soaked with desire and burning with the urgency for him to enter her. He moved with instinctual physical prowess, gracefully stripping the layers of clothing off her, and letting them fall carelessly to the floor. He jerked her up into his arms and carried her to the couch. Laying her down, he gazed at her naked body. He softly caressed his hands over the soft milky white skin of her shoulders, breasts and stomach. She felt self-conscious, and totally vulnerable.

  “Gorgeous,” he whispered.

  He hungrily bent down and took an erect nipple in his mouth. Swirling it under his tongue, he heard a low moan from her in response. She raised her hips up to him and he felt her delicate hands on his broad shoulders. Moving down to touch and test the hard muscle tone in his biceps. She moaned again underneath him, willing him to penetrate her. He gently and carefully raised her legs over her stomach and starting tonguing her clit. She felt the expert lashing of him assaulting her pleasure centre and cried out at the sudden unexpected intensity of it. No man had ever touched her like that, or made her feel like that. Victor inserted two of his wide fingers into her wet slit and slid them easily in and out of her body. She bucked hard against him as she pushed him to delve still deeper into her. Every fibre of her core strained to feel Victor’s touch inside her body. She spasmed and clamped against his fingers as he torturously moved them slowly in and out in a steady pattern. She grunted in frustration, needing more, wanting him to move faster in her. He withdrew and
tasted the sweet arousal of her fluids coating his fingers. He exhaled slowly, savoring the lingering scent and taste of her in his mouth.

  He gazed once more at her naked body, impatiently tensed for him, silently screaming at him for more, almost at the brink of release. He roughly stripped the pants off his body and poised his hard shaft at her entrance, rubbing it and teasing her with the thick head. Olivia moaned and gyrated, pushing her hips into him, feeling the moistness of his precum against the engorged lips of her pussy. Victor lunged into her, filling her with his girth and testing the depths he could take himself to in her body. She screamed out as he filled her, and he groaned when the contact of her moist heat hit the sensitive skin on his rod. She closed in on him and he felt the tension created by the tightness of her pull and stretch around his shaft in pleasurable waves of ecstasy. He pumped hard in her, then broke his momentum by withdrawing his shaft almost fully and slamming it back forcefully into her. She took it all, and vaulted her hips back into his, savagely urging him on. He could feel the nails of her fingers dig into the muscle mass of his arms as he thrusted inside her. He heard her gasping and panting and knew she was close to climaxing. He relentlessly charged his hips to collide with hers, and concentrated on the cues of her body. She made small moans and violently shot her hips up against his and cried out as the orgasm shuddered through her body. Victor felt one last sharp internal shudder from her as she constricted even more against him and squeezed the liquid load out of his throbbing cock. He felt the warm jets of his climax spill out into her warmth as he gripped her ass and locked her into him firmly to take his full release. He relaxed his hold on her and took a few minutes to catch his breath as he hovered over her on the couch.

  “Thanks for that,” he said in between gulps of air. “I needed that. It’s been a long time. Too long, in fact. Was almost forgetting what it was like,” he joked.

  “Well, I hope I was ok for you,” Olivia said. “I liked it….very much. I can say that no man’s made me feel that way before . Or even made me feel attractive like you have.”

  “I’m glad, dear. Now you can go and make me that sandwich.”

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  “His name is Rick.”

  “He was your boss?”

  “Sort of. I guess you could say that. He’s the club leader. I need to talk to him. To set things right.”

  “Does he know you’re out now?” Olivia asked.

  “I’m sure he does. News travels. But I don’t think he’s expecting me to visit yet.”

  “So are you ready to tell me the whole story of what happened to you? I think you mentioned one time that your brother was involved. Where is he? Why isn’t he here with you, helping you now?”

  “I had a brother. We were set up. It was a crooked deal, right from the start. It was between a rival gang, called the Iscariots. Rick had arranged the whole thing with the other MC leader, Dale. Enough bad blood ran through both clubs over territorial rights that a truce was finally called. A goodwill deal was made where things would finally be square between both groups for a while. We provided a shitload of cash for a good 30 kilos of high grade uncut coke. We were just the middleman, and Rick had already lined up a buyer who would take it to New York and sell it for a premium. The drugs ended up not being smuggled in from the Mexican cartel distribution center. It was one medium grade sample sitting in amongst a pile of fake shit. The other members of my gang unloaded on them, and in the process, my brother got shot. I didn’t have a chance to target any of them. I saw him go down, and I went to him, to get him to safety. The rival gang took off with the cash while my brother lay bleeding to death. Rick never admitted it, but he blamed me for the missing money. I was then ratted out by an anonymous tip to the authorities. From one of the guys in the Iscariot club that lived to tell about the firestorm that broke things all to hell. I was scapegoated, televised, framed and caught. And that pretty much sums up the last seven and a half years of my life.”

  Olivia listened with considerable empathy to his story. “I’m sorry your brother died like that. I had no idea. I’d like to go with you. To help you, if I can.”

  Victor replied, “Sure thing. The club headquarters had to move since my stay at Gentle Acres, but I know where they are. I kept tabs. And until I get my own ride, you’re my way there.”

  Club Iscariot

  Olivia pulled up to the run down, non-descript two story house that was located in a more rural area on the outside of town. According to Victor, this was the place where his chapter, MC Lucifer’s Breed was located.

  Olivia parked the car and they both got out. They walked together to the front steps and Victor knocked on the door. It opened a crack, and Olivia could see a pair of hard eyes staring back at them from the small crack in the door.

  “Who are you?” came the gruff voice from inside the house.

  “Victor. An old friend. I’ve come to see Rick. He’ll be expecting me.”

  “Wait outside.” The man inside shut the door and locked it. Victor and Olivia loitered a few minutes by the front entrance.

  “The guy must be new to the club,” Victor said.

  They heard footsteps approaching the door again and the snap of the lock opening behind it.

  “Rick wants to see you. Come in,” answered the man, in still the same gruff voice.

  They entered the house, with Victor offering Olivia a gesture of the hand to go in first. She stepped inside. It was much cleaner than what she expected a biker hang out to look like. The floors looked polished, and pictures of men with their bikes and various official looking badges and plaques hung on the walls in the hallway. As they walked past the living room area, they passed several men lounging in the area. One of the men recognized Victor.

  “Victor! You’re back!” he said, getting up from his chair to meet them.

  “Cody. Good to see you again. I’ll talk to you later, after me and Rick have a chat.”

  “Ok bro. Catch you later then.”

  A few of the men whistled at Olivia as she walked by. Olivia couldn’t remember the last time any man whistled at her. She thought that was probably a good thing. Some of those men looked like they had been through some stuff. Stuff she didn’t care to know about. They were led to another waiting area, which was empty, with the exception of a man standing in the center of it. He was tall, rough looking with brown and grey stubble on his lined face, and had semi-long brown hair. His arms were large, and the long tattoo sleeves did little to hide the fact that he probably had an in-club home gym stashed somewhere onsite. The man walked towards them to greet them. He grabbed Victor’s forearm and squeezed it in a brotherly show of affection. Olivia thought that must have been their way of hugging.

  “Victor, so good to see you again. Finally, after all these years. You look good. And you brought a friend. She your old lady now?”

  “Yes, Rick, she’s with me. Rick, meet Olivia,” Victor said.

  “Olivia, it’s nice to meet you.” Rick said it with a smile and a little polite nod of his head.

  “Well Victor, it’s been a long time. I’m sure there are things we need to discuss. Come into my office and we can talk in private. Olivia can stay in the waiting area. I’m sure what we need to talk about is not for such delicate ears to hear,” Rick said with a smile.

  “Sorry Livs, but he’s right. The less you know the better, in some things. Wait out here for me. I won’t be too long,” Victor said with an apologetic note in his voice.

  Olivia pouted a little bit, but accepted it. “Ok, then.”

  Rick and Victor went into his office and shut the door behind them. Olivia looked around the waiting area. Black leather chairs surrounded a dark wood coffee table with a few magazines strewn onto it. She picked up a few of them. Playboys and JiantJuggs magazines. Ugghh. She didn’t even want to touch them. Her eyes zoned in on something more palatable; a National Geographic magazine. She was about to pick it up and read it when she heard the muffled conversation start behind the door of Rick’s
office. She walked over quietly to the door and pressed her ear against the wood surface to hear clearer.

  “…my brother is dead, Rick. We were set up. You know it. Time for some retribution.”

  “I know Victor. Since then, they’ve taken all my best broker contacts. And with it, huge swathes of territory ripped out of my grasp. When they left with that money, I could barely keep the club together in the fallout. I had some people bail out on me. Betray me. I suffered too, Victor.”

  “What can I do to right this?” she heard Victor ask.

  “I can’t get the club involved. I’m just starting to build it back up from the ground up. I can’t risk another shake down. The heat’s been monitoring us for years, just waiting for a solid tip-off. No one here is experienced enough yet to take on that kind of trouble, or the big deals we used to do. If things go poorly, it could mean the end of Lucifer’s Breed.”

  “I’ll go it alone. I just need a few things. Some transportation for one. I can’t have my old lady driving me around to all the hit points I need to go to.”

  “Fair enough. Ben can source you an unmarked beater to drive. And we have a warehouse full of stuff off Highway Eight. I’ll give you the directions to it and you can get started.”

  She heard the sexy growl in Victor’s voice again as he spoke. “That’s good. I’m also going to need to know where their clubhouse is located. You should give me as much info as possible. After that, I’ll be going lone wolf and dark so nothing leads back to you. I won’t lose sight of that. I’m doing this not only for my brother, but for the club.”