The Biker's Religion (Rough Riders MC Book 2)

by Shelly Morgan

  Looking at the clock, I see it’s already almost noon. Shit, we slept longer than I would have thought. And the hotel doesn’t serve breakfast after ten-thirty.

  I watch her walk into the bathroom and close the door. I’ll give her a few minutes, but then I’m coming in.

  “What do you want to eat? Pancakes? Waffles?” I pull out my phone to see what’s close by. I saw a Waffle House when we came into town yesterday. Or I’m sure there’s an IHOP we could find if she’d rather have that.

  When she doesn’t answer after a few minutes, I walk to the bathroom door and knock. “You still alive in there?” I ask, not really worried, but more wondering if she heard me.

  “Yeah, calm your tits. I’m thinking,” she yells through the door before I hear the shower turn on.

  Opening the door, I must surprise her because she jumps a little at the noise, and she uses her hands to cover all her bits from me, which just pisses me off. I only got to see her completely naked once, and that was right before we went to bed. I don’t count this morning because I was so caught up in the pleasure she was giving me.

  Once the shock wears off, or maybe it’s seeing me standing there naked with my hands on my hips that makes her feel better, but she drops her hands to her sides. And when her eyes slide down my body, again the hunger in her eyes is almost enough to make me come on the spot.

  “Like what you see?” I ask, cocky with the knowledge that she’s attracted to me and likes the way I look. I also know that she likes what my cock can do to her, but I can’t wait to show her how much more pleasure I can give her.

  I don’t know if she just didn’t hear me or if she’s choosing not to answer, but she shakes her head a little and then turns away from me to get in the shower. Hope she’s ready for some company because I’m showering with her.

  The door barely closes when I open it again, but Amy must have known I’d be joining her because she doesn’t even turn toward me to investigate. Instead, she stands under the shower stream, her face tilted up while the water runs down her from head to toe.

  Stepping right up behind her, my hard cock nestles in between her ass cheeks and my hands wrap around her to get two handfuls of her breasts. Damn, she’s perfect.

  Amy moans and pushes her ass back into me and her chest moves forward, further into my hands. I massage her breasts and move my lips down to her neck, licking and sucking while her ass moves back and forth, and side to side on my cock. Fuck, I wonder if she’d let me fuck her in the ass. But that will be for a later time, because right now, I want nothing more than to fuck her pussy.

  “I’m gonna dirty you up before I clean you up,” I say as I whip her around to face me, then I grab her leg under her knee and hitch it up over my hip before I’m slamming into her. She screams out, but I mute it with my mouth and tongue.

  I pump into her a few times, but the angle just isn’t right. It feels good, but I need to be deeper within her. So putting her leg down, she groans a little in frustration, but I don’t say anything. I just turn her around and press my hand on her back, telling her without words what I want.

  She complies wordlessly, and when I lift one of her legs to prop it up on the bench in the shower, she moans as if she knows what I’m about to do.

  “Brace yourself on the wall,” I tell her as I line my cock up with her pussy. And as soon as I think she’s set, I push into her. I start out slow and deep because I want to make sure she has her footing and that she’s got a good stable hold on the wall. But once I’m comfortable with how she’s holding up, I start to move faster and harder inside her.

  Amy moans loudly, and usually I love to hear a woman and all the pleasure I’m giving her, but I want more control over her. I reach one hand around her to cover her mouth. It doesn’t completely stop the sounds emitting from her, but it does muffle it.

  With each push inside her, I feel her pussy walls start to clamp around me. I don’t know if she’s doing it on purpose or if she’s close to her climax, but it feels fucking amazing. But if she keeps it up, I’m going to come in no time. It’s been too long since I’ve fucked anyone, but I know that’s not the whole reason I feel like I’m lasting as long as a teenager. It’s because her cunt feels as if it were made with me in mind. Like my cock is her pussy’s missing piece.

  She starts pushing her ass into my thrusts, moving in time with me. Her moans are coming louder and faster, so I move my free hand to her clit and start to rub in small, tight circles. Her legs start to shake and her hips are moving out of rhythm, but I don’t mind. She’s losing control and I’m loving every second of it, knowing that I’m the one causing her to let everything go and just feel.

  I start to feel her core tighten to the point of pain, the convulsions seeming in time with my heart beat. Now, her screams are loud, I think she’s screaming my name or fuck over and over, or shit, maybe she’s screaming both.

  Both my hands are now clamped over her mouth, and I pound into her from behind five more times in quick succession. Light blazes behind my eyelids as my balls draw up tight and then I’m coming.

  “Ah fuck,” I moan, and now my legs are shaking. We may be in danger of falling in the shower, but I can’t concentrate on that right now. She’s still squeezing my cock with her pussy and I feel like I’ve emptied everything, including my soul, inside her.

  My hands fall from her lips as she leans forward to rest her head on the shower wall. Her movement causes my cock to slip free from her heat, making us both groan from the loss of the other.

  “Holy shit, I think you just killed me,” she breathes out, sounding satisfied and exhausted. Maybe lunch will have to wait, we may need a nap after this.

  “Well, you said death by orgasm is the way to go,” I say back, causing her to laugh.

  “That I did.”

  After our breathing is back to normal, she stands up and turns around to face me. “I’m gonna get washed up, and then you’re taking me out to eat. If you’re gonna keep supplying me with orgasms like this, I need the sustenance, otherwise, you will kill me.”

  Nodding, I smile to her. “All right, woman. Food, drink, and then more orgasms. Got it.”

  We both wash up quickly, and I get changed while she dries her hair and gets dressed. I notice my phone is lighting up with missed calls or messages, so I grab it and yell through the door to the bathroom. “I gotta run outside quick to make a few calls. Be back in a few minutes.”

  “Yup,” is all she says, so I hurry into the elevator and out the door. The humidity smacks me in the face hard as soon as I’m outside. Shit, today is gonna be brutal. I was gonna take Amy out on the town, but maybe it’ll be best to stay indoors today. I’ll have to see what she wants to do after I feed her.

  Looking down at my phone, I see that I have a few missed calls and text messages from Bear, a text from Torq, and a few texts from Rack.

  Without looking at any of the messages, I dial Bear. He answers on the third ring.

  “I’ve got my guys on their way. They should be there late tomorrow night,” he says.

  Shit. I thought they weren’t leaving until tomorrow, giving me one more day with Amy. But if they are already on their way, that means we only have today and a few hours tomorrow before we have to get back.

  “There a reason they leaving sooner than planned?” I ask, trying to figure out what I’m going to do with Amy and how I’m going to tell her about what is about to go down. I know I can’t tell her everything, but I need to tell her something. It’s not like I can just lock her in a room and tell her to stay put until shit blows over, though I wish like hell I could.

  “You been hidin’ under a fuckin’ rock or something? None of your boys told you?” He sounds irritated, but I let it roll off my back. Sometimes that’s just the way Bear is.

  “Been fuckin’ busy. Told you I had shit going on yesterday. This is the first time I’ve looked at my phone today.”

  “Well, shit is happening faster than we thought it would. Your VP called
me this morning, said he couldn’t get a hold of you, but that he thought it better to move forward sooner rather than later. So, like I said, my boys will be there tomorrow and you need to be there when they arrive. Everyone needs to be on the same page before shit goes down.”

  I hate that he knows more than me when it comes to my club, but a part of me doesn’t really care. He should know more. This is my territory we’re about to go to war on, but this deal is with him and the cartel. My club is just the middle man.

  Since I’ve been out of the loop as president, taking a leave of absence basically, I feel like I’m not the best person to really be in charge. I don’t know everything that’s been going on because I haven’t been here. So Rack making a judgment call and bringing Bear in doesn’t bother me. My VP is damn good at his job. I trust him completely.

  “I’ll be there,” I tell Bear before hanging up the phone and texting Rack. I know I should call him, but if I only have one more day with Amy, I want as much time as possible, and talking on the phone with him, if even for thirty minutes, is too long. So I tell him I’ll be back in the morning and to call church so we can go over everything.

  His reply is instant, letting me know it’s all taken care of.

  Next, I text Torq to tell him I’ll see him tomorrow. It’s only been a few days, but I have missed that fucker. Over the past few months, he’s become a real good friend to me. Like a real big brother. I look up to him, though I’ll never tell him that.

  And lastly, I text Reggie. I haven’t seen him since we pulled into the hotel yesterday. I told him to stay out of sight and to only show himself if there was a problem. And when I say problem, I mean someone is dying.

  12:11 p.m.

  Me: Leaving in the morning. Keep in touch with Rack. If anything changes between now and the morning, come get me.

  12:12 p.m.

  Reggie: Will do Prez.

  He messages me back instantly, which gives him points in my book. Especially since I haven’t spoken to him since we left. This means he’s been watching and waiting, not fucking off.

  Heading back up to the room, I contemplate what I’m going to tell Amy. Or maybe I don’t need to say anything at all. I don’t think I told her how long we were staying. I really don’t want to get into what’s going on and what I’ll be doing when we get back. But then again, she’s been pretty cool about club shit, so maybe I’m overthinking it. I guess we’ll just see how it goes.

  Opening the door to the room, I see Amy fully dressed, which is disappointing, and her phone to her ear. Hearing me enter, she looks at me and holds up her finger, telling me to give her a moment.

  Nodding, I go into the other room to grab my stuff and bring it into the other room. No way am I sleeping in a separate room than her tonight. Not after everything that’s happened in the last few hours. And who knows what will happen when we get back. I won’t have a lot of time to spend with her with shit going down, and then she’ll most likely leave to go back home. I don’t think I can follow her, even if I wanted to, which I’m not sure if I do or not.

  “Sounds good, hun. Talk to you soon,” Amy says into the phone, then laughs before ending the call with an, “I love you. Bye.”

  Turning to me, she says, “Sorry. Angel called while you were out. She said Torq is on his way here. Something about club business or something. But she just wanted to tell me she would be staying with Bear while he’s gone, which I’m glad about. I wish I were there with her so she wouldn’t have to go through this alone. I know this must be hard for her, him not being there. Though I’m sure it’s harder on him.” She says that last part with a laugh, though I can see real concern in her eyes for both of them.

  “There’s nothing for you to worry about, sweetheart. Bear will take good care of her. And as far as Torq goes, well, he’ll just have to deal. We got shit to do.” I pause, trying to figure out how to put this, but she interrupts me.

  “Club business. I don’t need, nor do I want to know.”

  Nodding, I drop it, happy she gave me an out and isn’t pushing for more than I can or am willing to give.

  “Alrighty then. So you ready to get some food?”

  “Fuck yes,” she says, rubbing her stomach. “I’m wasting away here.”

  She laughs, and when I shake my head at her theatrics, she slaps my ass hard as she walks by. “Let’s go get some hot cakes, hot cakes.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  Amy

  Once in the truck, Ice Man starts down the road. “So, did you decide what you wanted to eat? Or should I just drive around until something catches your eye?”

  I think for another moment, and then turn toward him. “Actually, I think I’d just like to go through a drive-through, get a burger and some fries, and maybe a chocolate shake. And then, could we maybe just drive around a bit? I don’t feel like walking, looking at the sights. It’s too hot out for that,” I say, already dreading getting out of this truck and into the heat. Speaking of which, I reach over and turn up the air conditioner until it’s blowing cold enough air to freeze the devil himself. Well, maybe it’s not that cold, but it’s enough for me.

  “Yeah, we can do that. But now you’ve got a big decision ahead of you,” he says, looking at me as if the safety of the world depends on my answer to his unspoken question.

  Instead of pushing for more, I just sit back, leaning against the door and look at him, waiting. And then with a serious face and even more serious tone, he asks, “McDonalds or Hardee’s?”

  I burst out laughing, unable to contain myself. The way he looks right now, and those words coming out of his mouth, are just too much.

  Once I’m finally able to breathe again, I look at him to see he’s still as serious as a heart attack. So clearing my throat, and schooling my own face as much as I possibly can, given the circumstances, I tell him, “McDonalds. Because if the world is going to end, we need Ronald McDonald on our side, along with the Hamburglar. That smiling star won’t last long, even with his sharp edges.”

  I manage to keep a straight face during my whole explanation of my choice up until Ice Man nods his head once, as if he completely agrees with me, his face still made of stone. “You’re right. Ronald McDonald is one mean motherfucker. You don’t want to fuck with him. I hear his laugh turns people’s brains into Jell-O and their ears bleed. And that burglar, he will shove dozens of burgers down your throat until you choke to death. We’ll definitely win the war with them on our side,” he says with triumph, and then his face falls. “Unless we’re up against Mr. Burger King. Then we’re goners for sure.”

  I wait for him to laugh, trying like hell to hold mine in, but the longer his face is stoic and serious, the harder it is for me to not lose control. Finally, feeling like I can’t breathe unless I at least crack a smile, I let it all go, laughing so hard my gut hurts and tears are rolling down my face like a tsunami. But it feels so good. Therapeutic even.

  Growing up, I laughed with my friends, but it was always just a chuckle here and a chuckle there. Rarely, I would find something funny enough to get a semi-good laugh out of. But everything then was just so elementary or filled with drama. I always felt so out of the loop growing up because while everyone else was going on and on about their dream job or their idea of the perfect spouse and wedding, I was dreaming about getting away from it all. I just wanted to live my life to the fullest. Never be tied down, travel the world, have fun. I thought that’s what everyone wanted, but where I grew up, that wasn’t the case.

  Then, after high school, I moved around, never finding a place I really wanted to call home. And never finding anyone worth holding or keeping a friendship with. They were all fake and killing themselves to be perfect and have the best jobs.

  It was all the same, until I moved to Reno. At first, it was hard to see the magic of the place, or find people I wanted to spend time with. But then Angel walked into my life and everything changed.

  I found myself laughing and having the time of my life. But even with her
, I don’t think I’ve ever laughed like this. I feel free for maybe the first time in my life, and it’s because of the man sitting beside me. He’s looking at me like I’ve put a spell on him, when really, it’s the other way around. Sometimes I feel like I’ve secretly been searching for him all my life. Like now, when I feel complete and happy and it’s all because of him.

  The moment passes when we pull into the drive through. He orders a dozen burgers, four orders of fries, a Coke, a Diet Coke, and a chocolate shake. Then, he drives out of town as I dig into the food, confused about where we’re going, but enjoying the ride. Speaking of which…“When are you gonna let me drive this baby?” I ask.

  This truck is like the one Reggie drove me in the other day, but I think this one is a little bit bigger. I seriously considering trading my car in for something like this when I get back home. I like the feeling of being up high and dominating the road.

  “Right now, if you want,” he says instantly, not even hesitating to ask if I’m serious or to think about letting me drive his truck. Though, I’m not sure if this is his or if he’s just driving it, but still. I always thought men didn’t like women driving their trucks or fancy cars.

  “Seriously?” I ask, practically bouncing up and down on the seat, excitement ripping through my veins. This would be a great test run. Show me if I really should consider trading up or if this is just another of my silly ideas that should never come to pass.

  “Sure. If you really want to, I don’t see why you can’t. Though, with the way you’re acting right now, maybe I should change my mind,” he jokes, or at least I hope he’s joking because there is no turning back now.

  “Shut up, jackass. I’m serious. I want to drive.” I say, slapping him on the shoulder.

  Smiling as he pretends to rub the hurt away, he says, “Ouch, okay. Damn women, don’t beat me. Just let me get us to a better spot and you can drive to your little heart’s desire. Plus, that’ll give you time to finish your food and your shake before it melts.”