Retribution: A Motorcycle Club Romance

by Valentine, Sienna

  “Eva,” he rasped.

  She nuzzled up against his face. “Will.”

  He gave her lips a peck and flashed his incredible half-grin. “I’m coming back in here tonight after your brother goes to bed, and I dare you to stop me.”

  ~ FIFTEEN ~

  The following afternoon, Will poured himself a double-shot of whiskey, drank it down, then poured another. Bartender perk, he told himself. Charlie had asked him to stay and watch things so he could run into town on some errand, but he had not specified that Will was not allowed near the whiskey during the job. The place was empty, anyway.

  Will was still riding the battle high from the day before, feeling stronger and better than he had felt in months. Hell, in years. Even though he had felt shitty at first when Eva stopped him from using lethal force, she had eased that wound endlessly with her eager hands and passionate kisses. Will felt virile, invincible around her, like he really was the prince in some fairytale come to save her. It made him ache for her when she wasn’t in the room.

  Luckily, that didn’t happen very often. As if she heard his thoughts, Eva appeared from the back, wearing a beautiful, short, yellow sundress. Like it always did, the sight of the pale skin of her bare legs was enough to harden his cock almost instantly. Any other woman would have to strip down to nothing to get Will as aroused as Eva did in her normal wear. She was like a music box that only he held the key to, the touch and sight of her a special secret he felt lucky to have. That power turned him on more than a roomful of the hottest strippers.

  Eva stood there, grinning at him with a goofy, self-effacing smile. She was watching him stare. “What’s gotten into you?” she asked.

  He returned a half-grin of his own and let his gaze roam casually over her body before he sauntered forward to slide an arm around her waist. “I think the better question is, what can I get into you?”

  Eva turned red, but her eyes and mouth said she was hungry. “You’re lucky there’s no one around to hear you talk so dirty.”

  “I’m also lucky they’re not around to see me acting so dirty,” he responded as he leaned forward to steal a wet kiss. His other hand ran shamelessly up her right thigh, under her dress, caressing her ass with greedy touches. The little moan that came out of her mouth made his cock pulse, and he pulled her body against him so that she could feel what she did to him.

  “Will…” she said in a breathless protest. Her eyelids fluttered and her chest rose with heavy breaths. “Someone could walk in…”

  Will brought his hand up and held her face as he kissed her deeply, his tongue probing her mouth. She melted into the kiss and leaned back into him. He only finally pulled away from her mouth so that he could plant small kisses on the rest of her face and caress her swollen lips with his thumb.

  The hand around her waist came back around front and swept underneath the skirt of her dress. Will’s fingers probed until he felt the silkiness of her panties, already wet under his touch. She gasped when he zeroed in immediately on her clit.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he whispered against her lips.

  Eva bucked her hips up to meet his touch and kissed him hungrily. “No,” she said in a whisper of her own.

  Will smiled and kissed her again. He pulled his hand out from under her dress and turned her around, pressing her ass against the growing bulge in his jeans. Eva moaned and writhed against him as he pushed his hands over her body, squeezing her breasts and sucking on her neck. After a few moments, he roughly pushed her against the bar, leaning her forward over it.

  Dropping to his knees, Will lifted the back of her dress and exposed her beautiful, pale ass, decked out in pink lace panties. Eva responded by gyrating her hips ever so slightly under his touch and gaze, whimpering as he kneaded her ass gently, one finger running slowly and teasingly along her slit. When he couldn’t wait any longer, Will carefully peeled her panties down over her ass until they reached her knees.

  “Do you have any idea how incredible you taste?” said Will as he brought his face up to her pussy. His tongue made a few probing licks against her heated, swollen skin, and Eva writhed like she had been shocked. He smiled as she turned her head toward the front door, eyes wide for fear of it swinging open, yet still unwilling to stop him from his obvious plan. With a delicate touch, he teased her clit under his fingertips for a few seconds before lowering his mouth over her pussy.

  “Oh, fuck,” he heard Eva say as she pushed her hips back to meet his tongue, driving him deeper into her. Her sweetness coated Will’s mouth and beard, his hands holding open her lips and ass to give him complete access to every inch of her. He pushed on her clit as he licked her and moaned against her lips when her legs began to shake from pleasure. Will didn’t let up even then, his tongue lashing her folds until a mighty orgasm overcame Eva. He drank the juices as she came on top of his face, listening as her hands grasping at the bar for support and her soft voice groaned his name.

  A few more licks along her sensitive pussy and then he stood, bending over her to grab her head and forced her to lean back and meet his deep, passionate kiss. Still breathless from her orgasm, she returned it desperately. “That’s what you taste like,” he said, when he finally pulled away. He brought up his fingers and put them to her lips for good measure. Watching Eva pull them into her mouth and suck hard against them made his dick so hard it hurt.

  Will leaned back enough to unbuckle his jeans and pull down his boxers. His hard cock sprung free, swollen with lust. Lifting the folds of Eva’s yellow dress again, he smiled to see her panties still wrapped around her knees like sexy. pink rope. Her pussy dripped, waiting, as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit. Eva cried out as soon as she felt him, pressing back against him and begging for him to give it to her, this time not even waiting for him to ask.

  Will couldn’t stand much more teasing himself. With the taste of her orgasm still fresh on his tongue, he pushed his length into her and began to fuck her hard, holding her body against his with one hand, while the other braced them on the bar. He bucked his hips up to bury his cock as deep inside Eva as he could, and Eva pushed back against him before dragging his hand up to cup her swaying breasts. She twisted around to kiss him then, her tongue lapping at his lips like a hungry dog. He loved the way she seemed to let go of her inhibitions when they fucked, the way she lost herself in the touch and passion, completely in the moment and undistracted…

  “Will,” she said in a breathy voice.

  “Eva,” he said back, pushing hungry lips into her neck and shoulders.

  “Will!” she said again, this time in a voice that made him open his eyes and listen. Underneath the pulse of his heart and sound of their bodies came the unmistakable rumbling of approaching engines pulling into the bar’s parking lot. They were so unusually loud they could only be motorcycles.

  “Someone’s here,” said Eva, eyes wide with fear even as she remained bent across the bar with him inside of her.

  Will groaned in frustration at the idea of having to separate himself from Eva’s sweet pussy before they were both done, but the sharp sound of car doors shutting drew away the last of his lust-haze. He pulled his cock out and moved away from her quickly, fumbling to do up his pants.

  The bar door swung open as both of them were still quite obviously rearranging their clothes, faces flushed. Eva’s hair looked like she had been caught in a wind storm. Will glanced over to the front door and saw Charlie entering, his face dark and angry.

  Oh, fuck, thought Will. Did I just get caught fucking his little sister? He looked away instinctively, eyes landing on Eva.

  “Charlie,” she said, with a big, overcompensating smile. “How was town—” Her words dropped off when two more men followed him into the bar. A wash of recognition came over her face, causing Will to turn and look. His stomach hardened to stone.

  Jase and Ghost stood there, flanking Charlie, whose arms were crossed in front of him. He looked like the bullied kid who had run home and convinced h
is big brothers to fight for him. Ghost’s expression seemed much like it always did: alert yet bored, his eyes betraying little as he looked at Eva and Will. Jase’s face, however, spoke volumes. He glared at Will with a potent mix of disappointment, anger, and exhaustion.

  “Oh, fuck.” This time, Will couldn’t stop the words from dropping out of his mouth. He felt Eva’s eyes on him but didn’t turn to meet them.

  For a moment, the men on both sides of the room stood silently, sizing each other up. Will didn’t want to speak first. He didn’t fully understand how this strange fellowship had come together, and he didn’t want to give them any information they didn’t already have. Instead, he waited.

  He thought Jase would speak, but instead it was Charlie who broke the silence. His gaze flickered back and forth between Will and his sister. “Did we just interrupt what I think we interrupted?” His voice was deadly quiet.

  “Charlie…” said Eva in a calming tone.

  Her brother shook his head and let out bitter laughter. “No, that’s just about perfect, isn’t it? This motherfucker comes in here and endangers my family’s livelihood, why shouldn’t he help himself to my sister, too?”

  “She’s a grown woman,” said Will.

  “You shut your fucking mouth,” said Charlie, pointing an angry finger. “I know all about you now, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor. This little playtime is over for you.”

  “No one’s playing,” said Will. “Least of all, me.”

  “Charlie, what is this? Who are these guys?” said Eva with a hand toward them.

  Jase moved into the bar space a few steps. “We’re friends of Will’s…”

  “They’re members of your sweetheart’s fucking biker gang, that’s who they are,” said Charlie, spitting the words. “That’s why he’s so good at beating the hell out of people. That’s why he knows what’s going on. He’s a fucking criminal.”

  Will’s face went dark. He met Charlie’s angry eyes. “I protected you.”

  “Not according to your buddies here,” said Charlie. He held up his smart phone to display a picture of Will sitting at the bar with half a smile on his face. She wasn’t in the picture, but Will knew he had been talking to Eva when it was taken. “You think I was about to go along with your insane plan? Instead I took this around town until someone recognized you. Imagine my surprise when they told me who you were.”

  “You should have come to us, Will,” said Jase. “What the fuck made you think this was a good idea? Were you seriously going to try and storm the cartel with two men—one of whom isn’t even trained? What did you think you were gonna do?”

  “The same thing I should have done before: slit every last one of their fucking throats,” said Will in a steady, firm voice.

  Ghost let out a sardonic laugh and scratched at the side of his face. “Will, I love you, bro, but this is just fucking suicide. This is stupid, and you’re not stupid. You need to listen to us.”

  “No, you fuckers need to listen to me,” said Will, fury boiling within his veins. He stalked around the bar to meet them, ignoring the feel of Eva’s questioning gaze on him. “Two years ago, I couldn’t get either fucking one of you to listen to anything but a violent answer, and now you both have the balls to stand here and tell me I’m wrong for fighting? You would rather me try to talk my way out of this mess again and watch Henry get them killed, watch this place get burned to the ground at my feet again? I don’t think so. I fucked up before, and it’s not happening again.”

  “Two years ago is not what’s happening right now,” said Jase. “Can you get that through your thick skull? You’re putting these people at risk, and for what? You can’t bring her back, Will.”

  “Shut your fucking mouth, Campbell!” yelled Will as he took two hard steps and shoved into Jase’s chest with his own. Jase had height and weight on him, but in that moment Will felt no fear, no pain, no future, his rage laced with the illusion of invincibility. “This has nothing to do with her.”

  “We are literally standing on the ruins,” said Ghost. “You’re lying to yourself, and we can’t let you drag these people into this anymore.”

  Before Will could explode at Ghost, he heard Eva’s voice from behind the bar. “Will, what are they talking about?”

  Will felt pain in his chest as he turned. Her big brown eyes stared into his, beautiful and trusting and sweet. She didn’t belong in this dark, brutal world of his—just like his grandmother had not belonged, had been completely unprepared. He wanted to shuffle her away to some place as peaceful and pretty as she was, where he could keep her safe and happy and ignorant of all of this.

  He couldn’t find words to answer her. He could only feel the desperation in his eyes, on his face, as he stared at the sadness on hers.

  “He’s a fucking fake, is what he is,” said Charlie. “Should’ve known you were a crazy asshole from the second I saw you.”

  Will turned to glare at Charlie. “You would be a pile of bones right now if it weren’t for me, you helpless little fuck. You have no idea—”

  The rage in Will’s eyes made Charlie take a step back, and made Jase take a step forward, putting out a big arm to act as a barrier between the two men. “Jesus, Will, get a grip.”

  When Jase’s other hand made contact with Will’s shoulder, he threw it off angrily and shoved Jase in the chest with both hands and all his weight. Surprised, Jase stumbled backwards until the jukebox broke his fall. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do, you stupid prick! I’ve had it with your shit!”

  With frightening speed, Jase launched himself off the jukebox and came at Will, eyes as black as hell. Will squared up and stood his ground, fists knuckle-white, knowing Jase’s hit would likely knock him on his ass and not giving a single fuck anyway. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around him from behind and twisted him away from Jase’s warpath.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa, now!” said Ghost, as he kept Will wrapped in his left arm and stuck out his right to bring Jase to a halt. Ghost positioned his body like a shield between them, using his weight to keep them apart. Jase scrabbled and shoved at Ghost’s arm, his teeth gritted, glaring at Will. “I know we’ve all been wondering about this ‘will they or won’t they’ tension between you two, but let’s save it for the clubhouse.”

  Jase gave in first, but pointed a threatening finger at Will. “You’re fucking asking for it, Bowers.”

  Will flipped him the bird and yanked himself out of Ghost’s grip, straightening his shirt. He looked over to see Eva watching him with a sad look in her eyes. In the chaos, Charlie had moved around to stand next to her, and his expression gave no illusions to how he felt about Will.

  “Let’s go,” said Ghost, tapping on Will’s shoulder. “They’re waiting for us.”

  Will didn’t know what to say to Eva. He was so full of rage and bile and resentment that he couldn’t imagine what she must be thinking at that moment, staring at him from across the room. He watched her until Ghost was tugging at his arm, pulling him toward the door. Jase didn’t wait for either of them, but stalked out into the parking lot.

  Will left without saying a word to her, unsure of where he was being led or what the fates had in store for him next.

  ~ SIXTEEN ~

  Everything was just a blur of green light and deep shadows as Eva pushed her way out of the bar and into the forest meadow. The cooling air of coming autumn made the tears on her skin sting cold. She could still hear the rumble of the motorcycles as they wound their way down the highway and into town. Charlie called out after her, but she ignored him, picking her way through the forest until she found a spot still lush with wildflowers and soft, green grass. She lowered herself to the ground and pulled her knees to her chest.

  Her thoughts raced with the new information. Will, in a motorcycle gang? It certainly explained a lot—and the thought of being pressed up against him as he drove them around on a powerful bike was instantly appealing. Eva wondered why he had bothered to keep such a miniscule thing from her, considerin
g, but the confrontation between him and the two other bikers made clear that it wasn’t about hiding it from her—it was about hiding her from them.

  She couldn’t forget how deeply pained Will had seemed as he snarled and shoved at the men, men who introduced themselves as Will’s friends. The way they talked to him enforced that, and it was the second time the big black-haired one named Jase had reached out to Will. They cared about him, just like she did. But she didn’t understand their anger with him.