Snake (The Road Rebels MC Book 3)

by Savannah Rylan

  I propped her legs up so that they were up on my chest, over my shoulders and she reached out to place her hands on my chest.

  “Tank…” she breathed my name as I stroked my cock. Just inches away from her throbbing engorged pussy. She wriggled, and I saw the way her torso moved. Her breasts shook, and I focused on her perfect pink nipples. Yes, I wanted to make love to her too…whatever that meant, I wanted it too.

  My cock was rock-hard and pulsating, angry that it wasn’t getting what it wanted right away. I placed my hands on Noelle's hips and yanked her down the length of the bed, closer to me and my cock grazed against her pussy. Noelle moaned, but her eyes remained open. She wanted to watch, she wanted to see me sliding my cock inside her.

  Clenching my jaw, I slowly drew myself closer to her. I looked down between her legs as my cock parted her folds. Noelle moaned loudly as I slid in, just an inch at first and then deeper and deeper.

  “Yes!” she moaned loudly. I was giving her exactly what she wanted, and nothing made me feel higher on life. I thrust in roughly, and her body jerked up the bed, and she moaned again.

  “Is this what you wanted?” I asked her hoarsely, and she nodded in response. She kept looking at me, with her lips parted slightly and her eyes wide. She watched as I started plowing into her. This time, my rhythm was slow, sliding in inch by inch and pulling out in the same motion.

  My cock throbbed inside her, pushing me to push harder and faster, but I wanted to take my time because I could see how much she was enjoying it. Slowly, I built her up, sliding in deeper with every push, till I knew that the tip of my cock was stroking that spot inside her. That sensitive golden spot that would make her come instantly.

  Her pussy was hot and small, stretching with the width of my cock inside her and with every thrust, her body jerked. My hands gripped her fleshy waist, pulling and pushing her, pinning her down to the bed as I built up speed.

  “Yes, oh my God!” she screamed, and her legs up my chest quaked. I could see her toes curling, and she flailed her arms, grabbing fistfuls of the covers. Noelle stretched herself, arching her back and her neck as she thrust herself upwards towards me. My cock sank in deeper, and I moved my hips while inside her.

  She moaned loudly and opened her mouth wide. She liked that. I did it again. My cock was buried deep inside her, and my balls crashed against her ass as I pushed in.

  “I want us to come together, Tank,” she said, in a low guttural voice and I clenched my jaw. I was going to come any moment now, so I slowed my pace. Softer and slower, my cock kept sliding in and out of her.

  When I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself back for long, I found her clit and started rubbing. She moaned and arched her back again, matching the movement of her hips with the rubbing of her clit.

  “Tank! Come inside me!” she screamed, and I felt her body jerk with the onslaught of her orgasm. I released too, grunting and growling as I spilled myself inside her. Our bodies shook and moved. She sprang up, wrapping her arms around my neck as I swayed and thrust inside her. We were joined at the hips, my cock inside her pussy as we both came.

  I grabbed her by her waist, holding her close to me as she bounced on my lap. Up and down as my cock thrust into her. My orgasm was hard, it made me growl, and the veins on my neck pop up. Noelle was like a soft feather in my arms, and she came vigorously too.

  It was only when I had drained all my seed inside her that she finally stopped moving. We were both out of breath, and she was on my lap, her legs spread out around me.

  I wanted to kiss her, so I did. Clasping her lips with mine and pushing my tongue into her mouth. I wanted to taste her after she had just come. She was hot and sweet, and her mouth was sticky, just like her tight pussy was. Was I ever going to get enough of this woman? It didn’t seem like I could. Even though I had just come inside her, I was already thinking about how I was going to take her next. In the shower, on the carpet of the living room, perched on the kitchen island…

  I smacked my lips away from her, and Noelle’s blue eyes were shining bright, but then she shied away from me, dropping her gaze to where my cock was still inside her.

  “I don’t think I’ve said those things to anyone before…about what I wanted you to do to me,” she said, in an embarrassed soft voice and I pushed the hair away from her face. I kissed the tops of her eyelids and rocked her on my lap.

  I was going to tell her how much I liked it when she said what she wanted… when we both heard the crash. It sounded like glass shattering, and it had come from outside the bedroom. Someone had broken something in the living room.

  ***

  Noelle gasped, and I moved quickly, jumping off the bed.

  “What was that? Did something fall?” she asked, reaching for the covers as she pulled it up to her naked breasts. I fumbled in the sheets for my boxers, and I pulled them on. When I looked at Noelle again, I saw that she looked mildly panicked. Of course, she had no reason to feel more than that, she had no idea what was really going on.

  “Stay in here,” I commanded her, as I strode out of the bedroom and went straight into the living room. I had my fists clenched, ready for a punch…aware that my gun was on the kitchen counter where I had left it so that Noelle didn’t see it during the night.

  In the living room, I saw that nobody was in the apartment. Instead, the window was smashed, and there was glass everywhere, shards twinkling on the carpet catching the spilling sunlight.

  With my brows crossed, I ran to the window and looked out to see the trailing smoke of a motorcycle. I didn’t have to actually see the bike to know that it belonged to the Dragon Knights. I cursed under my breath and looked at the carpet, till my eyes fell on the red brick near the legs of the coffee table.

  “Mother fuckers,” I cursed again under my breath and bent down to pick up the brick.

  When I turned it around, I found a note stuck to it with tape.

  We see you

  That’s all the note said, but I knew what it meant. The Dragon Knights were sending me a message to let me know that I was always being watched. I clenched my jaw and dropped the brick to the floor and ran a hand through my hair.

  I went over to the window to check again, but I couldn’t see anybody anymore.

  Just shooting me wasn’t enough. The Dragon Knights wanted me dead.

  I went over to the kitchen and picked up my gun, making sure that it was loaded.

  I wasn’t surprised that the DKs had picked me to threaten. I was the guy who had taken shots at their men. I was there during the prostitution raid, and I was the one they had come very close to killing that night in the docks. They wanted me to be frightened, they wanted to scare me into thinking that they could kill me whenever they wanted. And now, they had seen Noelle and me together.

  I brought a broom and dustpan into the living room and stuffed my gun into my jacket on the couch. I tried to get all the glass shards out of the carpet, trying to spend as much time out of the bedroom as possible. I needed some time to myself, I needed to think.

  I should have predicted something like this happening. From the moment I realized that I was being watched by the Dragon Knights when they had seen Noelle with me, I should have known that they would try and use her as leverage. She was bound to make me seem weak.

  I brushed the glass shards into the dust pan and took it to the garbage can in the kitchen and emptied it. Back in the bedroom, Noelle was still waiting for me. I had been content in the morning when I woke up with her in my arms. I wanted her body, I wanted to get to know her better…I wanted to give her more opportunities to make me laugh.

  But this was too dangerous. For Noelle. By being with her, I was going to put her life in danger. If the Dragon Knights were going to keep spying on me, I needed to prove to them that Noelle Peters meant nothing to me. That was the only way I could get them off her back.

  “Tank?” I heard Noelle’s voice, and I whipped around to find her at the door of the kitchen. She had wrapped herse
lf in bed sheets, her hair was ruffled, and she looked bright and beautiful and curious.

  “What happened?” she asked, and I clenched my jaws.

  “A glass broke,” I said, and she arched her eyebrows.

  “Oh, did I place mine too close to the edge last night?” she asked, referring to the glass of water she had poured herself.

  “I don’t know,” I snapped and pushed past her out of the kitchen.

  Noelle followed me back out in the living room, still clutching the sheets to herself, they were trailing after her now.

  “What’s going on? Did I do something?” she asked, in a soft voice and while I had my face turned away from her, I tried to normalize my breathing. How was I supposed to explain to her that I was afraid that her life was in danger? That I could be responsible for causing her harm.

  I turned to her again, meeting her gaze firmly.

  “Get ready. I’m taking you back to your apartment,” I said, and Noelle parted her lips in surprise. I could see it in her eyes, she wasn’t expecting this sudden change in mood. Not after the way we had woken up and made love, only a few minutes ago.

  “Okay…but, it’s only six in the morning,” she said, in a meek apologetic voice.

  “Get ready, now, Noelle,” I snapped, and she could see the rage in my eyes.

  Whipping around, she rushed out of the living room and back in the bedroom. I went to the washing machine and started pulling clothes out to wear because I didn’t want to follow her into the bedroom. If I did, I knew that I was going to cave. I wouldn’t be able to resist her, and I would want to hold her again.

  But the best thing I could do for her now was to keep my distance.

  ***

  On the bike, Noelle had her arms loosely wrapped around me. I knew I had been wrong for being short with her earlier, but I had no other choice. I needed her to hate me, and I needed her to realize that she had no future with a guy like me.

  She had grudgingly given me the address of her apartment when we got on the bike, and now I was riding to it in silence. I couldn’t help but recall how the previous night, on our way back from the restaurant, Noelle had held me tightly. She had placed her chin on my shoulder, and I was able to breathe in her sweet floral perfume. Noelle had her breasts pressed against my back when we rode together the previous night. Today, she was sitting with a distance of at least a few inches between us.

  I had made it very obvious to her that our little slice of paradise was quickly coming to an end.

  Outside her apartment, I parked the bike, but I didn’t get off. Noelle hesitated before she jumped off the bike, tucking her clutch under her arm and walking around to the front to face me.

  Her red cocktail dress was crumpled, her hair was ruffled and messy, and her makeup from the previous night was smudged and rubbed off. She still looked radiant, she was still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And I knew that sex with anyone else wasn’t going to be the same again.

  “I guess this is it then?” she asked in a meek voice and looked over her shoulder at her apartment building. Noelle’s face was pinched tense, her blue eyes were narrow and small as she tried to avoid my gaze. It was breaking me to see her like this, to do this to her. I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms and stroke her hair and apologize for everything I was doing wrong.

  “This is it,” I said instead, and I could see her studying my face.

  “Can I expect you to call?” she asked and I clenched my jaw in response. I didn’t want to actually say the words, but she was staring at me with her eyes widened and hopeful.

  “Tank, I have no idea what is going on. One minute we were in bed, happy to be with each other and within a few minutes everything changed. Now it feels like you’re forcefully pushing me out of your life,” she said, and I could hear the strain in her voice. I wished I could tell her the truth, but that would be a mistake. I had promised her that I would never do anything to hurt her and I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to keep that promise.

  “Yeah, well, things have changed,” I said, trying to sound as distant as possible.

  Noelle’s mouth fell open as she stared at me.

  “How? What things changed and how did they change in a matter of minutes?” she asked and I could see her shoulders quaking from the tension in her bones. She was struggling to come to terms with it…I knew it had taken a lot of courage on her part to spend the night with a guy like me. I knew she was feeling for me, everything I was still feeling for her.

  “I’ve realized that you’re not the right woman for me, and I don’t want to string you along or use you,” I told her and Noelle’s brows crossed, her lips were still parted and she was breathing heavily through her nose.

  “I’m not the right woman for you?” she asked, and I stared back at her, daring her to disagree with me.

  “What is wrong with me? Who is the right kind of woman for you, Tank?” she barked, her voice rising in the silence and stillness of the early morning.

  I breathed in deeply, and as much as it hurt me to do it, I shrugged my shoulders in response.

  “I don’t believe this, this can’t actually be happening…we barely started to get to know each other, and now you’re breaking up with me?” she cried, and I could see tears glistening in her eyes.

  My instinct was to pull her into my arms, to protect her and keep her safe by keeping her there in my arms. But that wasn’t practical, and it was never going to work. The only real way by which I could keep her safe was by pushing her away.

  “Fuck you!” she hissed and then turning on her heels, she charged up the steps to the door of her building. I watched her go, her ample ass swinging in her tight dress. I wanted her again, the moment my gaze fell on her body, I wanted her…but this was the right thing to do. She was going to be safe from today.

  The DKs would lose interest in her when they realized that I wasn’t seeing her anymore. That they wouldn’t be able to use her as leverage against me.

  I heard the door slam as she stormed into the building.

  I waited a few more moments on my bike, staring up at the windows, wondering which one was hers. Then eventually, when there was no doubt in my mind that Noelle was safely inside her home, I drove off.

  I was gripping the gears too tightly as I rode and I knew I had to get to the Rusty Pelican. It was too early to call Church, but I knew that Axel was usually always there because he was an early riser.

  I couldn’t stop thinking about Noelle, and what I had just given up, how much I had hurt her in the span of one hour. But by hurting her and myself now, I was going to save her life, and that was what mattered.

  CHAPTER 12

  Noelle

  I shouldn’t have dropped the L word. Now I was convinced that it was what had caused the change in Tank’s mind about me.

  I stood by the window of my apartment for a few more minutes, watching the empty space that Tank and his bike had left behind. Surprisingly, even though he had just dumped me, he had waited there till I was inside my apartment before he rode off.

  I jerked away from the window, rushing to my couch so I could crash into it. I didn’t care how ruined my dress was, or the fact that I needed to shower and change and leave for my shift at the hospital. All I cared about was how stupid I had been.

  I had used the L word too soon. Even though I hadn’t exactly declared my love for him, I had asked him to make love to me. I should have known, that a request like that would have a man like him, running in the opposite direction. I barely knew him. We were sleeping together. Our time together was supposed to be fun and casual, and I had dropped a bomb on him in the middle of that.

  Of course, he thought I wasn’t the right kind of woman for him. No matter how sweet and polite he was with me, it was foolish of me to assume that Tank wanted to keep me safe, that he wanted to take care of me.

  I screamed into the cushion on my couch, muffling my voice with it. I should have followed the things my parents had taught
me, I should have followed my mind…instead, I had followed my heart.

  Everything about Tank had signaled that he was going to be the wrong man for me, that he was good at breaking hearts. I should have known that he wanted nothing more from me than my body and when he had that, he was just going to leave me.

  The previous night had been magical, and I was foolish enough to believe in that sort of magic. At the restaurant and then at his apartment after we had sex, we had talked. Even though Tank had needed some coaxing and cajoling, he had finally opened up.

  Underneath that tough masculine biker exterior, I had discovered a man who had simple needs, and a good heart. That was the impression I had got, and it had made me fall for him harder. To me, as hot as Tank was, he was more than just a hunk of meat. He was a man I was capable of falling in love with, someone I could immediately see returning home to, to waking up beside every morning.

  And we’d had that, even if it was only for a few hours…I had experienced waking up in his hours and making love.

  That thought reminded me again of what I had said.

  Tank, will you make love to me?

  I screeched into the cushion again, embarrassed and angry about what I had said. How could I have expected Tank to understand? Why did I think that he was feeling the same way about me, as I was about him? I had no doubts that Tank was well experienced with women. Hell, I knew for certain that no hot blooded woman would be able to resist fantasizing about him if they laid eyes on him. He exuded sex and masculinity and being good in bed. His silence added to his strength and charm, and I knew he could have any woman he wanted.

  So, why had I been foolish enough to assume that he had wanted me? That he had wanted me for anything more than as a sex toy for one night? And then I had said something as stupid as using the word “love,” with a guy I barely knew.