Charge: A Motorcycle Club, Shifter, Romance (Shifting Steel Book 2)

by Stephanie West

  Marisol sucked and tongued as much of his considerable length as she could manage without choking while playing with the base of his shaft. He tasted slightly spicy, and smelled musky. The heady scent invaded her senses. The pleasure she derived from this erotic act becoming all the more intense.

  The sound of Trip’s panting grunts, the taste and scent of him, mixed with the sensation of smooth skin over trembling muscle all coalesced pushing Marisol’s desperate need into an almost unbearable state. She ached, her channel cramping painfully.

  Marisol reached down and rubbed at the swollen wet nub between her legs seeking relief as she tongued Trip wantonly, enthusiastically. She moaned as the spike of ecstasy shot through her. The sound vibrated Trip’s shaft and Marisol felt him stiffen up further in her mouth, his hands tightening in her hair.

  “Shit” Trip pulled Marisol free from his cock with a groan. “You’re going to make me come.” He husked. His eyes looked eerily like the jaguar she first knew him as.

  Trip spun Marisol around and shifted her so she was on her hands and knees. He pressed his hand into the middle of her back till her breasts rested on the bed and her ass was shoved up in the air.

  Marisol trembled as she felt his Trip’s fingers spread her nether lips. A hot wet tongue swiped at her needy slit then blew cool air across it. Marisol suppressed a moan shoving her face deeper into the bed. She was shocked when his tongue teased the puckered opening of her rear as his fingers pushed into her quaking channel.

  She trusted Trip but all of this was so new to her. The way he laved her slit and rear as his fingers played over her swollen clit felt impossibly carnal awakening desires she’d never imagined lurked beneath the surface.

  Trip

  Marisol was hot and tight around his fingers. Her erotic mewls and perfume made Trip want to shove himself deep into her wet cunt. He licked every inch of her pausing at her sweet ass. One day he’d bend her over and work his cock into that tight hole. He was an ass man after all.

  “Hell I love every bit of her.” Trip grunted at his tongue speared deep and Marisol shuddered as she cried out into the mattress.

  Trip ran his fingers through the honey that leaked from her and circled her clit. Marisol trembled and he heard another muffled cry as he pinched and stroked the swollen nub.

  While one hand played with her clit his other worked her slick opening till her thighs quaked. Trip spread Marisol open further and touched her ass. His slick finger working gently into the tightly puckered rear opening.

  Trip groaned at the thought of burying his cock there, but resisted. She was barely used to him putting his dick in her hot pussy, he wasn’t about to force himself into her tight ass.

  Marisol didn’t flinch as Trip’s stroked into her. He smiled at how receptive she was as his finger disappeared into her tight rear. His other hand resumed its assault on her clit. His cock throbbed painfully at the beautiful sight.

  Trip pulled his hands free and nudged Marisol’s knees wider while gripping her hips. He leaned forward letting his shaft home in on her weeping slit. Trip watched as he pushed the thick head of his dick into her, stretching her wide open as he burrowed in an inch at a time. Marisol writhed and quaked, making delicious gasping sounds.

  “God you’re so fucking tight. You feel incredible” Trip growled.

  He had to resist the urge to lunge forward. Marisol felt so damn good her silky sheath wrapped around him. It was difficult to not give in to the temptation riding him. The unbearable need clawing inside that demanded he pound into her, claiming her, marking her. His fangs burned with a similar need.

  Marisol’s hips rocked back and she impaled herself on the rest of Trip’s length. Her back arched and she gasped erotically. Her cunt trembled as it sucked at his cock. Marisol threw her head back in abandon as he pulled slowly out and then shoved back in.

  “Harder Trip Please” Marisol groaned out her demand.

  Trip stared at the beauty before him. She was stunning as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy. She had him ensnared. The tenuous grasp Trip had on control snapped at her erotic plea.

  Trip gripped her hips and did just what he’d been resisting, just what she demanded. He thrust forward hard and fast reveling in the moist slapping sounds that filled the air along with her muffled passionate screams.

  Trip fell forward pressing Marisol into the mattress grinding into her quaking depths. His cock throbbed as she shuddered and writhed beneath him. Her clasping, straining cunt gripped him even tighter as she froze, stiffened up, then burst with her orgasm. The flood of moisture in Marisol’s pussy made it easier to push into her clenching heat as Trip pumped frantically into her. She fisted and sucked him in even as her body spasmed and attempted to push him out.

  Trip struck out and bit down on Marisol’s shoulder as his cock erupted spurting deep inside her. Marisol cried out then groaned deep with pleasure as she jerked beneath him her channel spasming even harder. Electric euphoria overwhelmed Trip, he felt as if every cell of his being was on fire.

  “Mine, you are all mine.” Trip groaned as he collapsed.

  Marisol

  Marisol saw stars as she peaked yet again and fell over the cliff headlong into bliss. As the pieces of her mind, body and soul came tumbling back down to earth Marisol trembled. Trip laid collapsed, breathing heavy on top her. She loved his delicious weight as his shaft still pulsed buried deep in her body.

  Marisol decided then and there that she would leave with him if he still wanted her. There was no way she could let him go. She couldn’t believe they’d made it but she was glad to find them safely on the other side of this harrowing adventure. She’d lost a lot but had gained something that couldn’t be measured or quantified.

  Trip rolled Marisol to the side and pulled her close to his chest as they drifted into a blissfully sated sleep.

  8 Moving On

  Trip

  Trip awoke smelling the fresh scent of Marisol’s hair tousled in his face. He pulled her close copping a feel on one full breast. Marisol moaned and snuggled against him, her nipple stiffening in his palm.

  Trip imagined his brothers would be ready to head out today, but as he lay curled around Marisol, Trip couldn’t fathom letting her go quite yet.

  Marisol hadn’t agreed to go with him and Trip feared she wouldn’t, not after seeing what her unique gift. Marisol and her grandmother were somehow connected to the unrestrained mountain landscape and the ancient gods that ruled it. Marisol was as wild as a gathering storm. She was ethereal and unreal. How could anyone hold onto someone so ephemeral. As much as Trip was tempted to carry Marisol off he just couldn’t take her away from her mountain and yet he couldn’t imagine abandoning the only family he knew if he stayed behind either.

  Trip looked at the claiming mark he placed on Marisol’s shoulder in a fit of passion. A deep rending pain gripped Trip in his chest forming a knot in his throat. He felt the pain of loss that he hadn’t experienced since his youth. For the first time in a long while Trip said a prayer. He prayed that Marisol would agree to accompany him despite the sense of impending disappointment.

  There was a knock on the door and Trip pulled the blanket up to shield Marisol.

  “Yeah?”

  The door cracked open revealing Marisol’s Abuela.

  “Breakfast is ready.”

  Marisol pulled the covers over her head refusing to get up.

  “Come on beautiful.” Trip smiled at her.

  The two of them arose and quietly got dressed. Trip opened his mouth several times to state his case but closed it not knowing quite where to begin. What kind of life could he really offer Marisol. They emerged to the wonderful smell of eggs and beans.

  Trip sighed at the sight of the sweet yet wily old woman. She puttered about doting on them in a way that softened Trip’s heart and made it swell. He feared he was going to miss the old woman too.

  Marisol

  In between dishing up a couple plates of food Abuela fetched a bag and
grabbed a variety of things off a shelf.

  “What’s going on?” Marisol asked as she watched her grandmother place a few ancient looking trinkets on the table.

  “I’m packing. These boys will head out soon.”

  Trip almost lost the bite of food he just shoved into his mouth.

  Marisol looked at his shocked expression. She couldn’t believe her Abuela had started packing up her stuff before Marisol was even sure Trip was still serious with his offer. From the look on his face she didn’t know. Marisol knew that Trip enjoyed her body and cared enough to keep her safe but that didn’t mean he wanted her in a more permanent fashion. Not to mention she AND her Abuela. It seemed like such a burden to take on.

  Marisol also saw the way the men looked at her when she used her gift. They viewed her with awe but also trepidation. The men weren’t quite normal themselves but what they’d witnessed Marisol do went beyond the quick death Trip had dealt their enemies. She couldn’t help but wonder if Trip feared her on some level or at the very least viewed her as more trouble than she was worth.

  “Abuela I don’t know that Trip.” Marisol was interrupted by Wolf coming through the front door.

  “Abuela I got the stuff loaded up, you have anything else?” Wolf asked.

  “Yes but you sit and eat.” Abuela winked at Marisol as she filled a plate for his brother.

  MD hopped up from the table and took his plate to the sink.

  “I got it and am done eating.”

  MD grabbed the few remaining bags then walked out the door. Trip looked over at his friends and her Abuela then back at Marisol an odd smirk on his face. Marisol chewed her lip uncertain what to think.

  Trip’s friends seemed to accept Marisol and her Abuela would be going with them, but did Trip?

  “I need to go talk to the university professor. I saw he was here. He will be able to use the house for his students.” Abuela said as she left.

  Marisol looked back at Trip with uncertainty in her eyes. She hopped up and followed.

  “Abuela wait.” Marisol closed the door behind her. “Abuela I know Trip’s friends have loaded your things but I don’t know that Trip still wants us. I never asked him for sure.”

  Abuela turned to her. Seeing the fear and reservation in Marisol’s eyes her grandmother halted her steps towards the professor’s house.

  “Come this can wait. Lets go up to the ruin and say goodbye to the mountain.” Abuela smiled warmly.

  “Abuela?” Marisol said as her grandmother tugged her towards the mountain path.

  “Do not fear mija. Grandfather Tlaloc will be with us no matter where we go. Still it will be good to take a moment at the ruins to clear our minds and say thank you for our good fortune yesterday.”

  Marisol could not believe her Abuela was so willing to leave her mountain behind. She had never left the mountain ruins for long. Her mind wandered as they climbed the path. She didn’t know what the future held. She was stepping into the unknown and it frightened her more than even her fearsome gift.

  Marisol found herself sitting on a ragged stone wall looking out at the new morning. The colors played across the horizon. The view looked like a painting with swaths of red, orange and yellow reflecting off the clouds.

  “Have faith mija.” Abuela gripped her hand as they sat soaking up the view.

  Trip

  “Well I guess grandma has decided.” Trip mused. He could hug her.

  Trip hoped that Marisol’s grandmother having decided to go with them boded well, but as he watched Marisol leave the adobe dwelling looking uncertain he had his doubts.

  Trip finished eating and helped his brothers load up the vehicles. Marisol and her grandmother hadn’t returned by the time they were done and Trip started to get nervous.

  He followed his sense of smell as he walked up a steep winding mountain trail. As Trip broke through the tree line he saw a clearing and old stone ruins on the rise. There sitting on a wall facing the sunrise he saw Marisol.

  Her long wavy black hair billowed in the gentle mountain breeze the light casting a rosy glow on her sun kissed cheeks. She was a goddess surveying her kingdom. How could he think to take her away from all this. She belonged here as much as he didn’t want to admit it.

  Marisol’s grandmother rose from her side and approached him smiling with a wise wrinkled face.

  “Go to her Jaguar.” The old woman said as she patted his shoulder and left the clearing.

  Trip quietly approached not really wanting to disturb Marisol, she was a vision. But she turned sensing him and gave a hesitant smile as she patted the stone wall beside her. Trip sat down reached over and took her hand. They sat quietly for a while just looking out at the valley landscape below. Eventually Marisol spoke.

  “I am sorry my Abuela assumed we were going with you, especially now that El Patron is dead. She surprises me.” She smiled at him.

  “Its alright.” Trip said bracing himself for Marisol’s rejection.

  But despite the fact that El Patron was now dead and Marisol could hold her own, Trip still felt the need to protect her. In his heart she was his. His beast whined in desperation, begging him to do something before she slipped through his fingers.

  “You know there are still men out there who would take advantage of you and your grandmother.” Trip reasoned.

  “Isn’t that the risk no matter where we are?” Marisol asked.

  Not if he had anything to do about it, but she was right it was a stupid line of reasoning.

  “I would never allow that to happen.” Trip assured her.

  Marisol looked at him questioningly.

  “Crap” Trip cursed inwardly, he had to do better than that.

  “Come with us.” Trip asked putting his heart on the line. “Come with me to Chicago.”

  Trip stared into Marisol’s dark eyes willing her to see and feel the things he wasn’t brave enough to come right out and say.

  “Are you sure you have room for both of us.” Marisol asked nervously. “We don’t even have papers to get into the U.S.” Marisol chewed her lip with that cute hesitant expression.

  Trip couldn’t help but smile in elation. The hesitancy he sensed in her was not what he expected. Marisol wasn’t rejecting him. Her eyes reflected the same happiness, need and uncertainty that he felt back at him.

  “Don’t you worry about any of that.” He reassured her as he pulled her onto his lap. Marisol snuggled against Trip. “Do you think people like us need something so trivial as papers.” Trip whispered into her ear.

  Marisol turned and smiled at him. Trip lifted her chin and kissed her full red lips satisfaction filling him till he was near bursting.

  An hour later Trip again found himself in the old cage of a truck as they headed down the mountain road. He’d come to Mexico because his brothers needed him, but was leaving with something of his very own.

  Marisol was brave, strong and passionate. Trip felt so damn lucky to have found Marisol as he reached over and stroked her shoulder. The way she looked wistfully at the mountain had him hoping she didn’t regret choosing him, but as she turned into his gentle touch and smiled Trip knew all would be well, better than well, amazing.

  When Trip was young he’d thought everything was lost as he wandered alone and in pain. The brotherhood the Reapers offered had gone a long way towards bridging the gap in his life, but still there had been a hole. Trip longed for something he couldn’t quite name.

  But now that his life had come full circle he knew what had been missing, love. The kind of love that only a woman could give. Never in Trip’s wildest dreams did he expect to find a woman who accepted him on a soul deep level, a gentle spirit who cared for him and set his world on fire like the very lightning she wielded. Marisol was everything that Trip never realized he was missing, she was home.

  Trip didn’t care in that moment that he was in the beater of a truck rather than on his bike. Sitting beside Marisol in the boring steel cage as they traveled down the road, Tri
p couldn’t help but beam.

  “What a wild and glorious ride!”

  Epilogue

  Wolf

  Wolf leaned against the Reapers’ clubhouse watching Iris and Penny welcome Trip home as well as the newcomers, Marisol and her grandmother. Cain’s old lady looked like she was smuggling a watermelon and might pop at any moment. She glanced towards Wolf and wagged her finger.

  “You’ll get yours.” Iris hollered.

  Wolf chuckled assuming Iris had picked up on his teasing thoughts. Cain passed him a beer as Swain and MD joined them outside.

  “Did you get busted?” Cain grinned.

  Wolf nodded.

  “I appreciate your help man.” Cain tipped his beer to Wolf along with the other two brothers who’d gone down to Mexico to back-up Trip.

  “Anytime man.” Wolf took a sip.

  The Reapers might not be part of his pack, but they were brothers just the same, their kind had to stick together.

  “Never thought I’d feel damn near normal.” Swain chuckled as he looked over at Iris and Marisol.

  “No shit!” MD grinned.

  “Watch it.” Cain said “You all are on your own if Iris hears you.”

  “You should’ve seen Marisol and her grandmother in action. Those woman have some crazy mojo.” Wolf told Cain as he shook his head in amazement.

  Between Iris’ ability to see the future and Marisol possessing the powers of some ancient rain god, things were getting down right freaky in the Windy City.

  “I’m looking forward to returning to my boring run of the mill pack.” Wolf commented.

  “Boring!” Cain snorted.

  Cain was right, Wolf’s pack was anything but boring. They were a wild bunch of mongrels, and yet compared to the crazy things that had gone down in the last several months Wolf was ready to return to his version of normal.