Los Perdidos: The Novel (Sons of Glory Motorcycle Club Romance)

by Daphne Loveling

  Smoke pulled me off of him gently. “I’ll take a rain check, darlin’. Right now, I’m gonna taste you, make you scream, then I’m gonna fuck you like you asked me to.” He pushed me off of him, back onto the bed, and stepped out of his jeans, then reached over and undid my own. I lifted up my thighs to help him pull them off, staring at his gorgeous nakedness the whole time. He moved on top of me, the weight of him crushing me in a way that was strangely reassuring, like I was being anchored to him. He kissed me deeply, and moved between my legs as I opened them for him. We lay like that, his hardness pressing against my aching pussy, thrusting slowly in rhythm as our tongues tangled. Then his mouth left mine, burning a path down my skin to my breasts. He teased first one nipple, then the other, biting and sucking as I arched my back to meet him. I could hear myself emitting small, strangled cries. My hands fisted in his hair. It was agony, it was torture, it was perfect. My core throbbed, aching for him to plunge inside me and give me the relief I craved.

  Smoke left my breasts and continued downward, his hot breath scorching my skin as he went. Then his head was between my legs. His longish hair fell forward and tickled my thighs. My insides clenched as I waited for the touch of his tongue, the caress that I knew would send me careening over the edge into infinity. Smoke preferred to tease me, though. Spreading my legs wide, he began to trace small licks and bites up my thighs. I squirmed, as my body tried to get closer to his tongue to get the relief it so needed. My lower folds were wet and glistening, I could tell, and they throbbed with the need for release. I felt the heat and tickle of his breath against my pussy, and knew his mouth was only an inch or so away. The thought drove me wild, and I began to whimper, trying to squirm closer. His hands clenched around my ass, holding my hips still, and he laughed at my frustration. “I like to see how much you need it, baby girl,” he growled. “You got me hard as a rock.”

  Then his tongue was inside me, drinking my juices as his touch licked like flame against my skin. My head arched back and I cried out, in agony and ecstasy at once. I called out his name, and pleaded with him to give me release. He clearly enjoyed making me wait, controlling my pleasure. He stopped for a moment, and I heard him whisper,” Jesus, the way you taste…” Then he dipped his head back down and gently took my clit between his thick, sensual lips. He began to suck softly, teasing my nub ever so slightly with his tongue. Instinctively, he had found the exact spot that I knew would send me over the edge, and now he began to toy with me, playing me. In vain I squirmed closer, trying to make him increase the pressure, but every time I moved he backed off, teaching me to wait. With a frustrated whimper, I stilled, but moaned in desperation: “Please, Smoke. I can’t take any more. Please let me come!”

  In response, he moved away from my clit and slowly plunged deep inside me again, caressing my pussy and licking my juices. Then slowly, so slowly, he flattened his tongue and lapped luxuriously upward, caressing my lips and clit at once. I gasped as he licked me slowly again and again, carrying me just a little higher each time as my needy clit waited impatiently for the next brush. My whimpers turned to cries of pleasure, each stroke building the wave, until with one final lash Smoke pushed me over the edge. I screamed, my body bucking, as I came against his tongue, riding it to a shuddering orgasm that felt like every atom in my body was exploding into an infinite number of stars.

  Then, as I was still coming, Smoke was kneeling between my legs, pushing his hot steel inside me and filling me. As he began to thrust, I came again, or else continued coming – I didn’t know. All I knew was that the pleasure redoubled, joined by a new kind – the intensity of being filled by this man who at the moment was my entire universe. I clung to him as he filled me again and again, both of us calling out, moving in an ecstatic rhythm that our bodies had found for themselves. We rocked together, he thrust deeper and deeper, and we again climbed to the peak and fell into the ocean of bliss. I called his name as my inner walls began to spasm, and with a final roar, he came inside me, flooding me with hot cream as my pussy clenched at him, draining him of every drop.

  Our bodies, having claimed one another, eventually calmed, and the room reappeared around us. Eventually, Smoke dropped back onto the bed beside me, panting. He scooped his arm under me and drew me to him, and we lay like that, catching our breath. I was bathed in a deep contentment, half-asleep and more comfortable than I’d ever been in my life. I snuggled against this dangerous man who had given me so much pleasure. He pulled me to him and slung one leg over me. “You are something else, College,” he murmured into my hair.

  I emerged a bit from my reverie, upset at being reminded of the distance between our two worlds. “Don’t call me that,” I said calmly, but my irritation came through in my voice.

  “Why not?” he asked, opening his eyes and propping himself up on an elbow to gaze down at me. He looked amused.

  “Because,” I began, and hesitated. My eyes went to his. “Because it’s not all I am. And honestly, it feels like less and less of who I am all the time.” The truth was, I didn’t know who I really was anymore. I felt pulled in all directions, none of them leading even vaguely to the same place.

  “Okay, no more ‘College.’ But, no offense, Jen doesn’t really suit you. It’s not… enough.” Strangely, I knew what he meant. I felt like every third person I met was named Jennifer. It always felt so boring, so generic. Smoke cocked his head, considering. “How about Flame, then? For your hair?”

  “Flame,” I tested the word on my tongue. It made sense. Flame, like the burn he had awakened in me. I smiled up at him. “I kind of like that.”

  He smiled, and with his other hand reached up to finger a lock of my auburn hair. “Well, my Flame, let’s get some sleep, huh?” He bent down and kissed me with surprising gentleness.

  I settled into his arms, my head resting on his muscular chest. Flame, I mused to myself. And Smoke. It fit, somehow.

  As I drifted off to sleep in Smoke’s arms, I realized I would probably miss my first class the next day. I’ll get the notes from someone in class, I told myself. That was the last coherent thought I remember until morning.

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  I slept through the night without waking once, for the first time in I don’t know how long. When I woke, still in Smoke’s arms, the clock next to the bed said it was almost nine. I looked around the room for the first time: in the heat of the moment last night, I had barely noticed anything other than Smoke. In most aspects, it looked like any typical twenty-something guy’s bedroom. Pulling myself gently up on my elbow so as not to wake Smoke, I gazed down at him as he slept. Awake, he seemed like a warrior, invincible and unbreakable. Now, with his features relaxed, he looked much younger, less hard. Seeing him in this state of vulnerability, something in my heart twisted. I felt like I was being given something rare and precious – something to hold onto deep inside myself.

  As if he could feel my gaze on him, Smoke’s eyes opened slowly, meeting mine. I was momentarily afraid that he’d be angry to catch me watching him, but he gave me a lazy smile. Morning, my red-hot Flame,” he murmured.

  “Morning,” I smiled back at him. “Sleep well?”

  “Like a baby,” he replied. “You?”

  “Mmm-hmmm!” I snuggled happily against him and we lay like that for a moment. I lay one hand against his chest and began to trace the outline of one of his tattoos, a stylized picture of a rooster. Smoke reached up and put his hand over mine, then slowly moved it down his stomach to his already-hardening cock. I laughed. “Ready for breakfast already?” I asked boldly, my inner walls clenching in anticipation.

  “What do you think?” he grinned, moving on top of me. Spreading my legs with his knees, he found me already damp and willing. He pushed inside my waiting folds as I looked up at him with desire. “My red-hot Flame,” he whispered.

  Smoke fucked me gently at first, the two of us rocking slowly against each other. But as our lust mounted, his strokes became more urgent. I wrapped my legs around him, a
nd asked him to fuck me hard, to make me come. He spread my legs wide, lifting my hips up, and began to pound into me, possessing me. I clutched at him as he took me, feeling as though no one else could ever reach as deep inside me as Smoke. We came together, crying out, and as we floated back to earth, I marvelled at my feeling of completeness. I found myself wishing he would never pull out, that we could stay linked together forever.

  But eventually of course, he did. With a sigh, he left me, and glancing at the clock, he grunted with displeasure.

  “We need to go get some breakfast, and then I need to stop by the Black Dog for a bit,” he said as he grabbed his jeans. “You want me to drop you off first, or after?”

  “No, that’s okay,” I replied. “I’ve got time.” The fact was, I was already going to miss my first two classes, and my third one wasn’t until the afternoon. At this point, an hour or two wouldn’t make any difference. And despite myself, I was curious to know more about his life, so different from mine.

  “Is the Black Dog owned by the Perdidos?” I asked as I dressed, keeping my tone casual.

  “Yeah.”

  “Is it your clubhouse?”

  Smoke grinned at me curiously. “You’ve sure got a lot of questions for so early in the morning.” Something in his eyes told me I should probably stop asking. “Sorry,” I muttered.

  We stopped at a local breakfast place and grabbed coffee and eggs, then headed to the bar. I clung to Smoke as we rode, getting more and more comfortable all the time with being on the back of a Harley. The bike’s engine vibrated through the seat and thrummed against my still-sensitive sex. I shivered and angled my hips forward, enjoying the surreptitious thrill. I was definitely beginning to understand the appeal of these machines.

  Despite the fact that the Black Dog hadn’t yet opened to customers for the day, there were at least a dozen people in the bar. Most of the men had cuts on with the Los Perdidos rockers on the back. Smoke left me in the front of the bar with a girl who looked to be about my age, or maybe little older than me. Telling me to sit tight, he went toward the back to talk to a group of club members. Among the men in the group, I recognized the president – Ram, was that his name? – from the other night, and a few other faces, too.

  The girl had long, dirty blond hair and gorgeous emerald green eyes. She was dressed in short shorts and knee-high boots, and sipping a soda. “Are you Smoke’s old lady?” she drawled.

  “No, not exactly,” I replied.

  “Diet coke?” she asked, motioning with her head toward her glass.

  “No thanks.”

  “My name’s Rosie,” she said, taking a swig of her drink. “What’s yours?”

  I hesitated for a second, deciding. “Flame,” I finally said.

  She accepted the name without a reaction. “So, are you a sweet butt? You don’t look like the type,” she persisted.

  I laughed at the term. “What’s that?”

  Rosie whistled. “Whew, you got a lot to learn, don’t you?” She tossed her hair back, and looked at me. “You know, a sweet butt. Like, a groupie, kind of. Not anybody’s old lady, yet.”

  I frowned. “You mean, like has sex with everyone?”

  She scoffed. “Yeah, anyone who wants to. Until someone wants her to be his old lady. Then the club votes on her, but if they want, they can fuck her until she’s officially in.”

  Holy shit. “Seriously?” I asked, trying to keep as much of the shock out of my voice as possible.

  “Yeah, seriously. Where’d you come from, anyway? You seem like you’re in a little over your head.” Her tone was blunt, but not unkind. Rosie took another sip from her straw. I ignored her question, knowing that anything I answered would just make me look stupider in her eyes.

  “What about you?” I asked. “Are you a sweet butt?”

  Rosie snorted and stirred the ice in her now-empty glass. “Hardly,” she said in a disappointed tone. “I’m Ram’s daughter. Everyone’s too afraid to touch me.”

  “You’re the president’s daughter?” I asked incredulously. It seemed incredible to me somehow that motorcycle members could have children, families even.

  “Yeah,” she said, a trace of bitterness in her voice. “I’m his little princess.”

  “So,” I asked slowly, “What are they doing back there?”

  “Talking about a deal,” she replied casually. “I think something went wrong with a shipment. The Iron Alliance is messing with our territory. I heard my dad talking to Fester, saying he’s gonna send Smoke around with some other guys to teach them a lesson.”

  My heart thudded. This, I realized with a shock. This is Smoke’s life. This is the reality. My mind immediately went back to what Rosie had just said: You seem like you’re in a little over your head. God, was I ever. I tried to imagine what “teaching a lesson” to the Iron Alliance meant. Whatever it was, I was sure it wasn’t pretty.

  I stared off into space as Rosie continued to chat at me. What was I getting myself into? Was I up for this? Two sides of me were warring with each other. The girl who was even now fretting just a little bit about missing her classes this morning tugged at me to get off of this ride, before it started spinning too fast for me. But the woman who had just made love to Smoke, whose body had been awakened by him in ways she hadn’t even dreamed possible, told me to hold on tight and accept the ride for what it was.

  As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, I heard the sound of a chair scraping against the floor. I looked over and saw Smoke get up and walk toward me, his boots loud on the worn wood floor. “You ready to go, baby girl?” he asked me, grabbing me by the waist.

  “Sure,” I said, smiling at him and rising off my stool. I hid my worry and kept my face neutral, making sure to refrain from asking him any questions concerning what he was about to do. As I turned to go, I glanced back at Rosie, who was nursing a fresh diet coke now. “Nice to meet you, Rosie,” I said, waving.

  “Same,” she nodded. She watched us leave without another word.

  Smoke drove me back to campus and dropped me off at my dorm. I kissed him goodbye, throwing my arms around him and not caring that students were watching us as they walked by.

  “See you tomorrow?” he asked.

  “I don’t know,” I replied. “I want to, but I have class and I have to work after that. Maybe you should have my phone number?”

  He laughed. “Yeah, good point.” We took our phones out and exchanged contacts.

  “Okay, I better get going,” Smoke said when we were finished. “See you soon, darlin’.”

  “I hope so,” I smiled, leaning in to him for one final kiss. He released me, and I stepped away from the bike and watched him put it into gear.

  “Smoke?” I said, and he looked up.

  “Yeah, baby girl?”

  “Be careful,” I said simply.

  He winked at me, the corners of his mouth turning up in that ever-so-slight smile I had come to love, and gave me his four-finger wave from the throttle. He kicked the bike into gear, and then he was gone.

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  The next day, it was mid-afternoon, and I was hanging out with Dana during some free time between two classes. I had run into her on the mall, and we were now lounging on an overstuffed couch in the student union talking when my cell buzzed. I pulled the phone out of my back pocket as Dana was telling me about some minor spat she and Cory had had that morning. Glancing down absently, my heart skipped a beat when I saw the message:

  What about it, Flame? U wanna come 2 Black Dog 2nite?

  A wide smile spread across my face as I read my very first text from Smoke. It struck me as hilarious, somehow, to be getting a text message from my motorcycle gang member boyfriend. Well, not boyfriend, I reminded myself. Though what he was exactly, I couldn’t really say.

  Receiving a text from this man, who lived a life so very unlike my own, was strange in its very normalcy. I’d had a similar reaction when he took me to his house and I saw where he lived for the first time
. Underneath all the tattoos and the leather cut with the motorcycle club patches, deep down, he was just a guy. He texted, slept, showered, brushed his teeth. Just like any other guy. Maybe he eats corn flakes for breakfast, I thought, and the idea was so ludicrous I burst out laughing.

  “What is it?” Dana asked curiously, cutting her eyes to my phone.

  “Um, nothing,” I replied, suppressing my smile and looking up at my best friend. “It’s just a text from Smoke. He wants to know if I want to hang out tonight.”

  Dana’s brows furrowed. Apparently the idea of him texting wasn’t quite as amusing to her. “Seriously? You’re not going, are you?” she asked, eyeing me sharply.

  I felt a wave of defensiveness rise up inside me, and I fought to push it back down. “Why not?” I asked in what I hoped was a calm, reasonable voice. I pretended it was the most normal thing in the world that I would be going out to a biker bar after a day of college classes to hang out with a guy who was a member of an outlaw motorcycle club.

  Dana pursed her lips and was silent for a moment. She took a long sip of her drink, and then looked at me. She seemed to be trying to choose her words carefully. “Jen,” she began. “Please don’t take this the wrong way. You know I’m your friend, right?”

  “Of course you’re my friend, Dana. My best friend.” Calm and reasonable, I repeated to myself. Calm and reasonable.

  Her eyes brightened for a second at my words, then grew serious again. “Yes,” she affirmed. “I’m your best friend. So you know I only want what’s best for you. Right?”

  “Of course,” I nodded.

  “Well…” She took a deep breath, and then let her words out in a rush. “I just think maybe you’re going a little too far with this biker thing. I mean, the guy is totally hot, don’t get me wrong,” she said quickly. “But Jen, this situation is dangerous.”