Biker's Bride: A Bad Boy Romance (Demons MC)

by B. B. Hamel

  We sped down the highway, heading back toward my cabin. I didn’t know what was safe anymore, but I figured I could at least protect her back at the cabin.

  I wasn’t going to make that mistake again. I wasn’t going to drag Caralee into anymore shit situations.

  She was my damn old lady, whether I wanted it or not.

  We pulled up outside the cabin. Everything looked normal, but you could never be sure. I un-holstered my gun and we moved up toward the front door.

  I opened it and entered fast, checking the blind spots. Nobody was in there.

  I sat Caralee down at the kitchen table. She didn’t say a word, didn’t complain or argue, simply did as she was told. I liked the fighting spirit in her, but she clearly understood that we were beyond running from pledges. The Snakes were after her, and we needed to be even more careful than usual.

  I checked the bedroom and bathroom, but there was nothing. I went out back and did a quick sweep of the forest around my cabin but found nothing.

  Back in the cabin, I leaned up against the refrigerator. “You okay?” I asked her.

  She nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

  “Good job back there.”

  “I didn’t do anything.”

  “You warned me. Otherwise, we’d be dead.”

  She shrugged. “I’m just trying to help.”

  “You did good.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket. “I have to call Larkin. Hold tight.”

  I walked back into my bedroom and dialed. Larkin answered on the second ring.

  “Yeah?”

  “Larkin, it’s Ford.”

  “What’s up?”

  “Caralee and me went looking for those missing drugs today, checked out that dead asshole’s trailer.”

  “And?” he grunted.

  “And we ran into some fucking Snakes.”

  There was a pause. “They dead?”

  “Yeah, they’re dead. It was an ambush.”

  “I’ll send some guys over. You at your place?”

  “Yeah.” I sat down on the bed. “How could they have known we were going to be there?”

  “Probably didn’t,” he said. “If I were them, I’d have the place watched.”

  “Yeah. Guess that makes sense. But I was careful. Nothing seemed off.”

  “Sometimes they get the drop. It happens.”

  “This shit is blowing up fast,” I said.

  He laughed. “Already fuckin’ blew up. Need you to come back here when the guys get to your place.”

  “Shit. What happened?”

  “Got a message. We’ll talk later.”

  “See you soon.”

  I hung up the phone, shaking my head.

  “Is everything okay?” Caralee asked.

  I nodded at her and she walked in. She straddled me, sitting down on my lap. I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me, breathing in her smell, kissing the skin along her neck. Fuck, I was so fucking hard for her, even after everything that had happened.

  “Guys are coming to watch over you,” I said.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Have to go to the club.”

  “Do you?”

  “Sorry. Got no choice.”

  She was silent for a second. “We always have a choice, Ford.”

  I moved back and looked at her. “No, we don’t always have a fuckin’ choice. My life has been about choices that were made for me, over and over again.”

  “How can that be true?”

  “You don’t get it,” I grunted. “I didn’t want any of this.”

  She bit her lip and got off me, standing with her arms crossed against the dresser. “What did you want then?”

  “I had to do something. The guys would have thrown you out to the rats if it weren’t for me.”

  “Maybe. But because of your choice, your whole club is in danger.”

  I nodded. “Yeah, it is.”

  “All because you had to protect me.”

  “Yeah, because I had to fuckin’ do something.”

  “If you want out, just say it.”

  I stood up. “I don’t want out, Caralee,” I said. “So stop feelin’ so fuckin’ sorry for yourself.”

  She stepped toward me, rage flashing on her face. “I don’t feel sorry for anyone but you.”

  “Oh yeah?” I grunted. “I’ll kill for you, but I won’t play your games.”

  “I’m not playin’ games, Ford.”

  “You sure?”

  She stepped up to me, anger rising even further, but I quickly grabbed her and pulled her against me. “Get off,” she said.

  “We both want this,” I said.

  “I thought you said you didn’t.”

  “Marriage. That wasn’t something I ever dreamed of wantin’. But you, that’s something else.”

  “Asshole. What’s the difference right now?”

  I kissed her hard. She struggled for a second but quickly relaxed into it, kissing me back, throwing her whole body against mine.

  I began to tear her clothes off, not thinking, not caring. She did the same for me, fumbling with my belt, whipping it off, yanking down my pants. In half a second I had my fingers on her soaking clit, stroking her long and slow.

  She grabbed my cock and began to jerk me, running her hands along my length. I pulled her hair and she gasped, but I could see the anger was still in her eyes.

  I kissed her neck and then pushed her onto the bed. She fell there, her hair spilling around her, and I roughly grabbed her hips, pulling her toward me. I pressed my face down between her legs and sucked her clit hard, licking it in slow circles. She groaned and pressed my head harder against her, working her hips.

  She was being as rough as I was, and my cock was fucking bursting hard. I sucked and ate her with abandon, grabbing her hips hard, feeling her breasts, teasing her nipples. I pressed a finger deep inside her and began to work her like that, losing my anger in the sex, losing myself in her body.

  It was fast and it was furious. Both of us were completely pent up, angry, confused, but most of all incredibly drawn to each other. I moved up, kissing her whole body, and then reached into my side dresser and grabbed a condom.

  “I want to fuck you until you can’t think anymore,” I said to her as I ripped it open.

  “Fuck you, Ford,” she said, grinning.

  “That’s my wife,” I grunted, “ready to take my big cock.”

  I rolled the condom down over my shaft.

  “Stop talking and fuck me.”

  I grinned, grabbed her hips, and pressed myself deep inside her.

  She gasped. “Oh shit,” she said.

  “Yeah, that’s what you want.”

  “Fuck me, Ford. Fuck me hard.”

  I began to thrust inside her, holding onto her hips, back on my knees. She grabbed her breasts as I slammed into her, fucking her without mercy, without thought. She was soaking wet, slick as fuck, and I slid deep into her without any resistance. She opened her legs wide for me, taking my thick cock, moaning loudly.

  I began to roll my thumb along her clit as I fucked her, and I could tell it drove her wild. She was moaning loudly, not holding anything back. I watched as she reached up above her head, pressing her hands flat against the headboard, and used that to press herself back down against me.

  I was savage as fuck, working her clit, fucking her pussy, thrusting hard and fast. It was dirty and rough, the way I liked it, as all our pent-up emotions spilled out through our bodies.

  “Fuck me rough, Ford,” she moaned. “Fill me up. Fuck me hard.”

  I growled and worked her mercilessly, fucking her deep, hard, thrusting my cock, filling her pussy. I felt her breasts and leaned forward, kissing her neck, biting her shoulder. She groaned, wrapping her legs around me, as I kept thrusting.

  I pushed back and pull out. I grabbed her hips and pulled her up, turning her around.

  “I’m going to fucking fill this pussy up,” I said. “I want you walking sideways for a wee
k.”

  “Come on,” she moaned. “Make me come. Fuck me.”

  I grabbed her hips and pushed her face down. I loved seeing her ass up in the air, so I pressed my fingers deep inside her and fucked her like that. I wanted to tease her, have her on the edge. She moaned as I pulled her hair, fucking her with my fingers. Then I took my cock and pressed myself deep inside her, grabbing onto her hips.

  “Oh my god, Ford,” she said as I began to fuck her hard. “Oh shit. Fuck me, you asshole,” she moaned.

  “Yeah, take that cock,” I grunted. “Work those hips. Take it like the bad girl you are. You want this rough cock inside you.”

  “Keep fucking me,” she moaned. “Slap my ass. Pull my hair. Take me.”

  I did as instructed, relishing it. I slapped her ass hard, thrusting rough, fast. She moaned, working her hips, bucking back up against me. It was furious and intense. I pulled her hair and began to rub her clit with my other hand, working her.

  “Work that pussy, girl,” I said. “Take my cock. You’re my dirty fucking wife, and this pussy is mine.”

  “Oh god I’m close,” she moaned, low and animalistic.

  “Come on my cock, girl. Work that cunt, my fucking cunt, and come for me.”

  I thrust hard, not caring about anything but her sweet pussy, fucking her and filling her up. I grabbed her hips as she moaned louder, louder, saying my name, begging me to keep fucking her. I thrust hard and deep, slapping her ass, whispering in her ear.

  I could feel her come. Her whole body went tense. She reached forward, grabbing the sheets, and pressed her face into a pillow. She moaned loudly, her whole body tensing as the orgasm rocked her.

  And that fucking sent me over the edge. I fucked her rough and deep, and my own orgasm exploded inside her.

  I came fast, hard, and deep. I filled that pussy up as our orgasms happened together. Her moaning, her begging set me over the damn edge.

  Slowly it finished, the orgasm passing. I pulled out and collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, sweating. She curled up against my chest, smiling.

  “I’m a lot less angry now,” she said.

  I laughed. “Yeah, me too.”

  And then we heard the front door open. I sat bolt upright and jumped out of bed, reaching for my gun.

  “Ford?”

  I stopped in my tracks. It was fucking Spill.

  “Get the fuck outside, pledge,” I yelled.

  “Oh, okay.” I heard the door shut behind him.

  Caralee laughed, blushing. “Do you think they heard?”

  I grinned at her. “Who fucking cares? They’re just pledges. And anyway, after you kicked him, I doubt Spill is getting a hard-on anytime soon.”

  She laughed, shaking her head. I pulled the condom off and cleaned up with a tissue and then got dressed.

  “Still have to leave?” she asked.

  “You know I do. The pledges got you.”

  She nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

  “Stay here, Caralee. Please. I’ll be back soon.”

  “Fine.”

  I finished dressing and looked at her. She was lying there naked, staring up at me with this fucking, incredibly sexy look. The last thing I wanted to do was leave, but when the club fucking called, you had to answer.

  “Stay just like that,” I grunted. “I’ll be back soon.”

  “I’ll be waiting.”

  My cock was already getting hard again, but I managed to tear myself away from her.

  Outside, I found Spill, Ryan, and TomTom. All three were wearing vests and carrying serious weapons.

  “You guys good?” I asked.

  “All good,” Ryan said.

  “She’s not going to kick me again, is she?” Spill asked.

  “Nah,” I said, grinning. I got onto my bike, kicked it started, and pulled out, heading toward the club.

  That girl was too fucking much. She was as insatiable as I was, maybe more. Her pussy was delicious, tight, and perfect. Not to mention the way she said my name.

  And the way she made me laugh. And her fierceness, her freedom.

  Fucking Caralee. She just had to come back into my life like a god damn storm and tear everything to pieces.

  And I found myself loving it.

  Back at the club, I grabbed myself a glass of whisky before knocking on Larkin’s door.

  “What?” he called out.

  “It’s Ford.”

  “Come in.”

  I pushed the door open then closed it behind me. “What’s up, prez?”

  “Sit.”

  I sat down, sipping my whisky. He looked at me over his desk, leaning back in his chair. “Got some news.”

  “What happened?”

  “First, tell me about the ambush.”

  I took a long drag of my drink and then started in on the story. I told him everything, starting with deciding we’d try to find the drugs and ending with when we rode off.

  “Bodies still there?” he asked.

  “Guess so.”

  “Can’t do anything about it now. Why didn’t you call it in sooner?”

  “Wasn’t sure how many there were. Had to make sure we were safe first.”

  He nodded. “You did good work.”

  “I almost got us fucking killed.”

  “Still.” He shrugged. “Two less Snakes to worry about now.”

  I grunted. “So what’s your news?”

  “First thing, we got a message from the Snakes.”

  “Surprised it took this long.”

  “They’re very unhappy.”

  I laughed. “Really? That’s a shock.”

  “They think we have their drugs and they want them back. That, or the girl. Either one works for them.” Larkin shrugged. “That’s just in exchange for them sitting down at the table with us. Otherwise, it’s all-out war.”

  “What’s your plan?”

  “We don’t have the drugs and they’re not getting the girl, so we’ll kill the bastards.”

  I nodded. “Not a bad plan.”

  “Truth is, Ford,” Larkin said, “this is about as fucked a situation as you can get.”

  “True.”

  “So I went ahead and tried to make your life easier.”

  “How’s that?”

  “Well, you have a meeting with Jetter.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “You think he’ll give up the drugs?”

  “Not sure. I’m reasonably certain that he has the damn stuff, though.”

  “When’s it go down?”

  “Tomorrow. One catch though.”

  “What?”

  “Caralee has to come.”

  I stared at him. “No way.”

  He held up his hands. “That was his only request. Said we can set the meet anywhere we want, the girl just has to come.”

  “Why?”

  “He didn’t say.”

  “Fuck.” I shook my head. There was no way I could put her in danger again, not after I’d just promised myself I’d never do it again. “I can’t bring her.”

  “Listen, Ford,” he said slowly, “I don’t want the girl hurt, so I have a plan to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

  “I can’t bring her. Not after what I did, dragging her into an ambush.”

  “You’re going to have to, son. This is an order from the council.”

  I stared at him silently for a long moment.

  This was what it came down to in every biker’s life. Your loyalty to the club would come up against your loyalty to just about everything else, and you’d have to quickly figure out what kind of man you were. I’d never betray my club, but I’d also never betray Caralee.

  I believed Larkin when he said that they had a way to try to keep her safe during the meeting. But even with that in place, I wasn’t sure it was a good move. I understood that it was necessary to meet with Jetter, to try and get the drugs back. We needed to sit down at the negotiation table with the Snakes before our clubs destroyed each other and there was nothing left.


  Jetter held the key to that negotiation. And Caralee was the key to Jetter.

  The whole thing was fucked. And more lives were at stake than just Caralee’s and my own. The whole damn chapter was in danger because of her. I had a big hand in that, a responsibility to see our club through this fucking mess.

  Loyalty to your club above all else.

  Except Caralee was a part of my club now.

  I nodded at Larkin. “Tell me your plan.”

  He began to speak, and I listened, trying to keep the warring ideas in my mind at bay.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven: Caralee

  Ford looked at me, frowning. “You don’t have to do this, Caralee.”

  “Yes, I do.”

  I looked out across the construction site, butterflies churning in my stomach.

  Yesterday, Ford had come back from the clubhouse and explained to me Larkin’s plan. At first I wasn’t sure, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought about how I had dragged his whole club into a war they had nothing to do with, the more I knew I had to do what I could to help.

  Even if I was acting as bait.

  Ford, for his part, said that it was my choice. He said he would never bring me into danger again, never force me to do something I didn’t want to do. I believed him, but I also knew that his club needed this from me.

  And so I said I’d do it. Even when he warned me against it, asked me to reconsider, I knew it was the right thing to do.

  Which was easy at the time. But standing in that construction site the next day only made me realize how far out of my depth I was.

  “Let’s go,” Ford grunted.

  We headed forward toward the spot where the deal was going down. Clutch, Spoil, Noble, Thade, and Larkin all walked with us, carrying serious weaponry.

  Ahead, we saw Jetter and his people. They were standing near their bikes, but they weren’t heavily armed. Jetter was there, along with his short henchman, plus a few other club members. I didn’t recognize any of them.

  We stopped not too far away.

  “Good to see you, Larkin,” Jetter called out.

  “We brought the girl. Now let’s talk about the drugs,” Larkin said.

  “Not one for small talk?” Jetter laughed. He gestured at one of his guys, and the man brought out a briefcase. “Got the drugs right here.”