by Kara Parker
Now it was my turn. He was sitting up in the sand with his legs splayed out in front of him and this time it was I who gently pushed him back. Taking my time I put one leg over him until I was straddling him. He was watching me, he was breathing hard and staring at me as I removed my leather jacket and tossed it to the side.
Still straddling him I leaned down and kissed him deeply. His hands came up and he began to run them through my hair, occasionally gasping and grabbing a chunk when I did something that clearly worked. As I kissed him I began to writhe against him. My movements were deliberate and slow as I grinded against him.
As I started to move he groaned in pleasure and his hands moved their way down my back and then up my shirt. I moaned as his hands began to run up and down my back while I pushed myself against him. We were still fully dressed, but I could feel his erection in his jeans as I moved my hips in a rhythmic motion against his.
I could feel pressure growing inside of me. I wanted more. I wanted his tongue and lips all over me. I wanted to feel my skin against his. I wanted him inside me. I needed it. I was aching for him, my body crying out for him. I pushed myself against him harder now as I sought the release that my body wanted so desperately. Julian’s hands were wrapped around me and he was gripping me tighter as he pushed himself against me even harder.
“Daniela,” he whispered into my ear. “I want you.” His voice was thick with passion to the point of desperation. He tightened his arms until I was immobile on top of him as kissed me deeply.
Suddenly, he spun and before I could blink I was on my back and he was kneeling between my knees. He ripped his jacket and shirt off, and then pulled mine off my head and threw it into the sand. My bra was on, but it unclipped in the front and he smiled down at me as he quickly unsnapped it. Then his mouth was on my left breast, biting and sucking as his hand massaged the right. I felt trapped underneath him, powerless as his tongue and his hand did their magic to me.
I pulled his head up and half sat up as we kissed deeply. My hand moved down to the crotch on his jeans and the substantial bulge there and I began to move my hand up and down, feeling him grow through the fabric of his pants.
More roughly this time, Julian pushed me down as his fingers fumbled with the buttons on my jeans finally unbuttoning them and pulling them and my panties off in one smooth motion. I was lying on the sand underneath the moonlight completely naked. Anyone could have walked down this way and found the two of us, but I didn’t care. The whole world could have been watching and I still couldn’t have cared.
Julian stopped, just stopped moving as he stared at me. His eyes started at my face and then moved down my neck and stopped at my breasts, like he was drinking me in. His eyes kept moving down until he went all the way to my feet and then they traveled back up. No one had ever looked at me like that and when his eyes came to find mine, I had to look away.
“You’re so beautiful, Daniela,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the crashing waves behind him. I finally chanced to look at him again and when I did he smiled at me and leaned over and kissed me gently and deeply.
Finally he stood and took his own jeans off as I sat up. His penis was hard and ready as he knelt down in front of me and kissed my neck as he slowly turned me around. I hadn’t realized how much I wanted this until I was in the middle of it. I cursed myself for the weeks I had spent mad at Julian. I cursed those wasted hours.
From behind me, he wrapped his arms around me as, his hands massaging my breasts and he kissed my neck. His erection was pushing into my back, trying to find a way inside of me. Julian rifled through the pocket of his jeans and emerged with a condom that he quickly ripped open and then unrolled over his hard cock. I wanted him; I wanted him right then and there as I got down on my hands and knees. His hand grazed my ass gently as he took his penis in his hand and brought it to my entrance.
I was already wet but I still gasped as his cock slid inside of me and I heard Julian moan. I had forgotten the size of him and it took me a moment to adjust to his girth. His hands were on my hips as he started to move against me, thrusting all the way and then pulling himself all the way out as we picked up the same rhythm and moved with each other.
I already felt so close. I was so hot for him that I was sure the slightest touch from him was going to send me over the edge. And I was right: his cock was sliding in and out of me and with every thrust he stroked against my g-spot again and again and again as I began to cry out loudly into the night.
“Julian...yes...Julian... don’t stop,” I cried out as he picked up his pace and his cock continued to push me towards the release.
“God Daniela, yes,” I heard Julian moan behind me and his hands gripped my hips even harder as he pushed deeper and deeper into me.
“Oh, Julian. Yes!” I shouted as he thrust into me and again and again. And then the fire inside of me was too big to control as my body out of my control began to writhe hard against him. With one last push against him my orgasm exploded around me as my body convulsed and I rode it out, pushing against Julian, calling out his name as explosion after explosion of pleasure rocked through my body.
“Daniela, yes!” he shouted as he thrust into me hard three more times and then came to a shuddering stop still inside of me as finally my body stopped convulsing and I could breathe and open my eyes. My body was still shuddering and contracting around me as I gasped for breath and remembered where I was.
Slowly Julian pulled himself out of me and he collapsed back into the sand and brought me down with him. Wrapped in each other’s arms we stared at the sky as we panted for air.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
It took me a while, but I finally managed to get to my feet. I was tangled in Julian’s heavy arms and he had fallen asleep with me still locked in his embrace. Once I was up I took a deep breath of the salty air and let the night’s wind toss and turn the hair on my head, sending locks spiraling above and behind me. There were a million stars above us and the ocean in front, but we only had one place to go: back to Los Desperados’ headquarters. I didn’t know if we were still bothering with the pretense of pretending we weren’t together, but I didn’t really care. People were always going to gossip and talk; it didn’t matter if you were guilty or innocent of whatever they said. I had never bothered myself with it before and didn’t care about it now. It was different for Julian, though. He was high up in Los Desperados’ hierarchy and I knew he must have worked hard to get there. It mattered to the other guys who you were with, what your old lady was like. It was important that she show respect, but not be a pushover, she still had to be fun.
But I wasn’t an old lady. I was a biker chick and that’s a horse of a different color. I wouldn’t be sitting at home playing house. I wouldn’t clean his clothes or make him dinner. I would be out riding, too. But for some bikers there was a sense of pride in having a biker chick that was just as tough as the men. It took a real man to hold onto a woman like that. That was probably why Paul had been so mad when I left him and so eager to get me back.
I didn't want to think about Paul. I had mourned him enough. Any more and it would just be punishment for punishment’s sake. I didn’t need to punish myself. Paul was a biker through and through and he knew what that meant. He had always known that he wasn’t going to retire to a condo in Florida. Bikers die in the game; it’s the cost of doing business and no one ever said it was going to be any other way.
I was naked in the moonlight. I could feel the wind on my thighs and my breasts and my stomach, places the ocean wind had never touched before. I didn’t feel self-conscious or awkward, I felt wonderfully alive. Julian was still lying in the grass where I left him. He was sleeping lightly, one hand underneath his head, his body facing the sky. I smiled over at him; everything between us was so complicated, until it wasn’t. When the two of us became one I remembered everything we were to each other. I remembered how we helped fill in the gaps where the other was lacking. We were good for each other; i
t was the world that was a mess.
Still naked my bare feet took me over the cool sand and towards the water’s edge. I could hear the waves and see the white caps in the moonlight as they crested and then crashed, spraying foam and salt as far as the wave could. The water ran up the shore and towards my feet and then it surrounded me with cool ocean water that made my skin break into goose bumps. My feet sank into the sand as wave after wave sent water running up before retreating back down the sand.
I stared out into the moonlit ocean and wondered what I was really doing. I had been going through the motions with Los Desperados, I had needed a job and a place to stay and they had been the only ones offering. But now I didn't have to go back. I could leave. I could tell Julian enough was enough and I could ride off into the night and make a new life for myself somewhere else. Maybe I could go down to one of those border towns in the desert, or maybe up to New York City.
And then what? I couldn’t see myself actually living in any of those places. I only saw myself leaving this one. The problem was, I didn’t want to leave. It was Julian; he was like a magnet that kept pulling me back. My mind railed against it and gave me a million great reasons why I should leave. But my heart just laughed and told me I wasn’t going anywhere without him.
I turned and walked back towards Julian, my feet pressing into the sand, the moonlight shining on my naked body, the salty wind caressing me.
“Well, isn’t this a sight, and me without my camera,” Julian was giving me a crooked grin as I walked over to him.
I remembered my un-perfect thighs, and my belly, and for a moment I thought to cover myself up. But it would do no good. Besides, it wasn’t like he hadn’t already seen me naked more than once.
He was half dressed, in his jeans, but his chest was still bare. “What were you doing?” he asked.
“Getting my feet wet,” I said.
“Naked? Why didn’t you ask me to come?”
“You were sleeping, I didn’t want to wake you,” I answered as I slipped into my panties and jeans and then did the clasp on my bra and slipped my shirt over my head. “We should head back anyway. People are going to wonder where we are.”
“People are going to wonder where you are. I can go wherever I want.”
“Must be nice,” I said rolling my eyes.
He stood and put his shirt on before walking over to me and placing his hand on that place where my shoulder and my neck met. He pulled me to him and kissed me deeply as his arms encircled my waist. I brought my hands up to his face and then around his neck as we kissed each other and I remembered how wonderful it was to be held by him.
“But you are right,” he said as he finally pulled away from me. “We should be getting back.”
Hand in hand we walked to our bikes and put our helmets on and revved the engines. I let Julian lead this time as we retraced our route back home. The coastal road was empty and we drove side by side with the ocean on our left. The ocean looked like a dark endless pool, the only light where the moon was reflected in its placid surface far out near the horizon.
The drive was quieter and slower, but I was grateful for it. I had enough high-speed chases for one day. It was nice to just ride with Julian, to be beside him when the road was empty and slip behind him when there were other cars. I didn’t bother with road signs or anything else. I just watched his back in front of me and made sure he was never too far away.
We were on the long, empty road to Los Desperados’ headquarters when we first realized something was wrong. The clubhouse was between hills on the road and there was no way to see too far ahead, but we heard something. At first I thought it might be fireworks as I heard the loud staccato of a dozens of pops, one right after the other. But no, that’s not what fireworks sounded like. These sounds were too spread out. There was no rhythm to them.
I was riding beside Julian when we first heard the noise and I turned to look at him and he looked at me and then he looked forward as he concentrated on the noise. And then, together, we both realized what we were hearing. Gunfire.
Julian gunned his engine and I did the same and we went faster and faster as we raced to Los Desperados’ headquarters. As we crested the last hill I saw the chaos that awaited us. There was a huge orange fire in the parking lot and I watched as a man with a torch raced for the building only to be gunned down ten steps away. Guns were going off loudly and there were bodies strewn everywhere.
I recognized The Bandits; they were back for one last try at Los Desperados. The Bandits each had a bandana over their mouths and they had built a giant fire in the parking lot and were using the bright flame and smoke as cover. It looked like the entire gang had come out; there were no less than fifty Bandit bikes behind the fire.
Los Desperados was taking none of it lying down. They had busted out the windows from the apartment and got on the roof and were using their positions to act as sharpshooters to stop any of the Bandits from attempting to attack the clubhouse itself. The Bandits were doing similar, long range rifles being assembled in the dark parking lot as men raced to create an offensive position.
I looked at Julian and we both quieted the engines of our bikes and cut the lights as we made our way to The Bandits’ rear position.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Julian took the lead and he revved his engine loudly and shot down the dark street towards home. I revved my engine behind him and followed going faster and faster as the building and the fire loomed in front of us. We didn't slow down. We kept racing straight for the fire and The Bandits that were hiding behind it.
I didn’t think about loyalties. I didn’t think about who was right or who was wrong. This was a war; there was no good side, only the winning side. The Bandits might come and cause some chaos and destruction, but Los Desperados were tougher and more powerful than anyone had guessed. They would rebound from this and every other attack The Bandits would attempt. If this kept going it would only weaken my former gang. They needed to accept their losses and move on, just like I had.
What would happen when they saw me in the fray and I didn’t join their side? I knew they suspected I had turned and joined Los Desperados, but this would be a confirmation. I could already hear Big Mike screaming about it. He would rant and rave about how he had taken a chance on me, how I was nothing without him, and this was how I repaid him. Why do men always think they’re the reason women are successful?
Julian kept speeding up and he turned towards a line of Bandits who were creating a defensive line around a half constructed long-range sniper rifle. He raced right at them and at the last minute someone finally noticed him and they all screamed and jumped back as Julian rode his bike right through them. I heard a man yell and there was a loud thump as someone went under Julian’s wheels. With a quickness you would never expect from a man so large, Julian jumped off his bike and had his Glock out in one smooth motion.
Someone had their gun pointed at Julian and I revved my engine and headed right for him. I heard him scream when he saw me and then he tried to jump out of the way, but it was too late as I felt a thump and heard a sickening crack as my bike crushed his right leg. His screams echoed around me sending a shiver down my spine. Following Julian’s lead I dismounted, and then realized I didn’t have a gun. Los Desperados trusted me to a point, but that point didn’t include a gun.
I might not have a weapon, but the guy with the broken leg did. I didn't recognize him and I didn’t bother to try. He was screaming and holding his leg and I gave him a swift kick to his head that knocked him out cold. I opened his jacket and felt for his heartbeat and heard its even thump. Once I was sure he was alive I started searching through his pockets until I saw two Glocks and an extra magazine. I grabbed them both just in time as a Bandit came running at me, but before I could shoot the runner, he was hit, his body pushed back as blood sprayed the ground beneath him.
I spun around and Julian was behind me. He gave me a nod and, together, we started taking out The Bandits in the parki
ng lot. There were still about five men desperately trying to put together a long-range rifle and we advanced on them, aiming and shooting, picking off three of them before the other two ran away.
I gave Julian cover as he picked up the half-assembled rifle and threw it into the fire. It was a shame to waste such a good weapon, but better it be destroyed than in the hands of our enemy. I heard a cheer erupted from above us and the firing from Los Desperados increased as the arrival of Julian and myself had reinvigorated the troops.
The Bandits were being pushed back as other members of Los Desperados poured out of the clubhouse and into the parking lot. The Bandits couldn’t use the fire as a shield and they were retreating back towards their bikes, but motorcycles didn’t offer any real protection and Julian and I quickly advanced on them again.
Just as we took a step forward there was a spray of machine gun fire creating a line in the dirt right in front of us. I jumped back, but the fire was behind me. I stumbled too close to the flames, and jumped forward, but the bullets were pushing me back. I ran to the left to go around, but when I got to the other side, Julian was no longer with me.