Deep in Chaos (CKMC Book 2)

by Linny Lawless

  We were tilted a bit, but the kick stand and his body kept us balanced on the bike. He leaned in and kissed me softly. His hands reached up for my helmet strap. He continued to kiss me, maneuvering his warms hands to unstrap my lid. I felt it lift off my head and land softly on the ground next to his.

  He broke the soft kiss and leaned back. “I’ve never met a woman like you, Tanya. I can’t stay away from you for so long. I need to see you. Just be around you.”

  We both still had our shades on and it was a dark night. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I wanted his lips again. I reached up, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him to me. I crashed my lips into his. He drove his tongue into my mouth. I inhaled deeply, my tongue collided and curled around his.

  “Let me touch you…” He mumbled against my lips.

  “Mm hmm” I answered back.

  His one hand reached up under my blouse and glided up my stomach to my ribcage. His other hand worked on unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans as he wrestled his tongue against mine. My bra cup was shoved down and my nipple hardened. It ached as his finger and thumb twisted and tugged on it lightly. I cried out against his mouth as his other hand glided down into the front of my jeans. His finger slid along the outside of my wet pussy lips.

  “Fuck that feels good, Owen. Keep going and don’t stop.” I breathed out.

  “Yes, Tanya. Whatever you want.” Then his warm finger penetrated me. Deep inside.

  I cried out. My hips gyrated against his finger as he glided in and out. I arched my back, so his thumb and finger kept up with the teasing torment against my hardened nipple. Both my hands roamed down his tight muscled abs. They tightened. I reached down and rubbed both hands on his hard bulge.

  He moaned against my mouth. “God Tanya. I’m so fucking hard for you it hurts…”

  “It doesn’t have to hurt… I can make it stop hurting. I’ll ride you and make it feel all better…” I couldn’t believe I said that to him.

  It would have been impossible to ride his hard cock on the bike, leaning on a kickstand. So the next thing I knew, we were parked in front of his motel room. We were off his bike, lids and shades off, hanging them on his seat and handlebar. He took my hand and lead me into his room only several feet from the bike.

  He led me inside the room. It looked like any other cheap motel room. The bed was made, furniture very retro seventies style, shag carpet. I walked forward; he stepped back. His slight limp didn’t impede his balance. He stopped when the back of his legs hit the bed. I reached up, pushed him and he fell, landing on his back. I climbed on him, and straddled my thighs around him, caging him in.

  My hips began to move, rubbing down along his hardness. Even though our clothes were still on, the friction made butterflies flutter in my belly. He shut his eyes, and moaned, grabbing my hips.

  “I’m going to take what I want. And you’re going to give it to me.”

  His eyes opened suddenly. “Yes Tanya.”

  I was off him and the bed and stripped. He sat up, watching me peel off my top and bra. I wasn’t trying to be slow and seductive. I kicked off my heels and shimmied out of my tight jeans. His speed in shedding off his clothes matched mine. I was back on the bed, straddling him.

  My pussy was ready. Soaking wet. Him rock hard and ready too. I reached down between us, lifting him and guiding him to my opening. I lowered myself onto his cock. He slid up inside me, slowly. We cried out together when I was finally impaled on his engorged shaft. I froze, and my head fell back. He felt so good. Filling me up. Stretching me.

  I reached down and brought both his hands above his head, and I took him. I rode him. His ass lifted off the bed and back down

  again, slowly at first, his rhythm matching mine. My hips picked up speed and I fucked him, sliding up and down his eager cock.

  “I can’t… hold back… Tanya… I’ll come inside you…” He gritted his teeth, his voice strained. An orgasm exploded from within me and my whole body jolted with spasms. My pussy walls squeezed his cock and I cried out.

  “Cum inside me… Now!” I commanded him. His rock-hard dick squirted hot cum against my cervix. We cried out together.

  I released his hands and laid over him. My cheek rested on his hard pounding chest. My breasts crushed against him. A sheen of sweat covered our bodies and the smell of sex permeated the motel room. I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing. His strong arms wrapped around me.

  “It doesn’t hurt anymore.” He mumbled against my ear. It was the last thing I heard as we both fell to sleep that way. Holding each other.

  14 Skully

  I woke up in a hospital bed. The back of my skull throbbed with pain. The same throbbing pain pulsed down my right leg. My eyes opened. I looked around the room. Denise was there, sitting in a chair next to the bed. She was my social worker/custodian. A plump middle-aged woman, her short blond hair cut in a bob.

  She smiled at me, dressed in her navy-blue suit. “Don’t get up, Owen. Just relax.” She was off the chair beside the bed and next to me.

  “What happened? Where am I?”

  “You had an accident on the dirt bike, Owen. You broke your right leg and you have a slight fracture on the back of your skull.” She didn’t smile at me like she usually did. Her eyes looked worried.

  The pain throbbed in those same exact places on my body. I shut my eyes, hoping that would shut out the pain. The darkness behind my lids helped me remember what happened. It was summer. I was out with some of the neighbored boys I hung with. They lived in the same neighborhood as my foster parents... Tony, Jeff, and Randy. They pushed me and sucker punched me at school. But I dealt with it. Didn’t say much when they bullied other boys and even girls sometimes too. I just wanted to belong. If I could hang with them, I thought they’d have my back.

  We were out at the powerlines. Rolling dry dirt hills along the high electrical poles. Tony and Jeff had dirt bikes. They took turns riding up and down the hills, and Randy was good at it too. They showed off to some of the other boys and girls that hung out with us. We’d smoke some weed, drank some cheap beer someone had stolen from their parents’ refrigerators. I wanted my chance to ride one of those dirt bikes, to prove that I could ride just as good as them.

  “OK numb-nuts, go ahead and try it. Don’t cry like a pussy if you fall off the dam thing.” Tony sneered at me. He pulled his bike up alongside me. It was a bright green Kawasaki, with bumpy treaded wheels for the sole purpose of dirt bike riding. He climbed off, handing me his helmet, as I took the handlebars from him. I climbed on, not knowing what the hell to do.

  Tony’s hands were on his hips, chucking. “Hold in the clutch, kick it into first gear. Let off the clutch and ease on the throttle… Dumbass!”

  I did what he said, and I was moving. I shifted into second gear, riding along the rolling dry dirt hills along the powerlines. I picked up speed and shifted to third. I suddenly got a hard on. I had already banged a few chicks in high school, so popping a boner riding a dirt bike made me realize that I loved it. I loved being on the two-wheeled machine.

  I became brave when I saw the rising of the next hill and I twisted the throttle. But I went too fast. The momentum lifted me off the seat. Then I remembered nothing after that. Just darkness. Like I slept for a long time. And woke up there in the hospital bed.

  “You will be in that cast for a while and the fracture in your skull needs to heal. You’re foster parents can’t afford the medical bills. You now belong to the state. I’ll be your guardian until you are eighteen years old.”

  15 Tanya

  I woke up next to Owen. My arm draped over his hard chest. He was sleeping, giving me a chance to look at him. His dark brown hair was short and messy, pressed into the pillow. His chin sprouted a few days of unshaven beard. He had long dark eyelashes that any girl would kill for. His breathing was steady. His eyes fluttered open. He focused and looked at me watching him.

  The side of his mouth lifted in a smile. “How long have you been awake, sweet-c
heeks?”

  I couldn’t help but smile at that quirky nick-name he gave me. “Not long… I just woke up too. You need to get me back to my car at the Crow Bar. I need to get home.” I climbed over him, off the bed and worked on getting myself dressed.

  He lifted one of his muscled bicep and anchored himself, watching me. “Do you have to get back so soon? Why don’t we get some breakfast, or some coffee, maybe?” He was off the bed, standing naked. His cock was thick and hard again. It took all the control I had not to push him back on the bed and ride him again.

  “No Skully. Maybe some other time.“

  “Is it something I did last night? I’m sorry, Tanya… I should have stopped and put a condom on.”

  I stepped back from him. “Are you clean? No STD’s?” He shook his head. “OK then. Don’t worry about it. I can’t get pregnant.”

  “So, you’re on the pill or something?”

  “No! God Damnit! I can’t get pregnant, Skully! I can’t have children!” I shouted.

  His arms came around me then. He was so tall. And warm. I didn’t want him to know about the defective part of me. Why did I tell him? I pulled away. “Just take me back to my car, Skully. Like. Now.”

  It was careless, and reckless to fuck Skully without a condom. But it happened. If I wanted him again, and I already knew I would, I had to be honest and tell him about my infertility. Once it came out, I couldn’t take it back. We were both silent on the ride back to my car.

  I climbed off his bike, unstrapping my lid. “Thanks for last night and the ride, Skully. And good luck with your new job.”

  “Can I see you again soon? And I don’t mean just to fuck. I mean just see you again. Take you for another ride? You sure do make me, and my bike look good with you on it.” He smirked.

  I couldn’t help but smile back. “Sure, Skully. I’ll go for another ride with you. Soon.”

  16 Skully

  Second week at my job at Hardcore Cycles. I was getting the hang of it, just basic maintenance, and oil changes on bikes. My buddy, Torque, who owned the shop was pretty laid back and trusted me.

  I thought about Tanya and what she said about not being able to have kids. I felt her pain. Actually, felt it physically. How ironic that I grew up in foster homes all my life because whoever my parents were, didn’t want me. I didn’t know what to say to her when I dropped her off to get her car. She was silent behind me the whole time. I wrapped my hand underneath her soft plump thigh once. She responded back with a nice squeeze with her inner thighs. She didn’t seem to talk anymore.

  The way she took control of me that night in my motel room. Every time the images flooded back, I’d get hard and the front of my jeans felt tight, even while I was at the bike shop. How she looked and felt on my cock. Her luscious thighs straddling me. She took what she wanted. And she wanted me. Just as much as I needed her.

  She was soaking wet for me. I needed to see her again. And soon. My dick jumped again when my phone lit up with her name and a text:

  “CKMC is getting together for a charity ride. Do you want to ride along?”

  It took me a few seconds to type a text back to her, my thumbs fast and clumsy on the screen

  “Sure. When? What time?”

  “Sat, 11am.”

  I turned into the lot of the Chaos Kings clubhouse on my dyna. I stopped and planted my feet on the asphalt. The lot and entrance to the clubhouse was packed with a hundred bikes or so and double that in people. It was a warm morning already so most of the women were in shorts, and tank tops. Some of the men wearing their jean or leather vests. It was way too fuckin hot to layer up. Just wearing the bare minimum was my plan.

  I spotted Tanya instantly in the crowd. She wore a hot pink tank top, white shades, tight ass jeans and even white boots. She looked so god damn pretty in that pink… She saw me too and waved me to come over to her. I shifted back into first gear and rode towards her. I was very aware of my peripheral vision. I looked like everyone else, just like any other biker wearing a grey tank top.

  Tanya titled her head slightly and smiled. “Thanks for coming along for the ride, Skully.”

  I shut the bike off, kicked the stand down and climbed off. “Thanks for the invite.” I pulled out my smokes from the tool bag on my bars.

  “You can take your lid and shades off, Skully. We’re still waiting on a few more to join the ride. Come on. Let’s go inside. I need to make my rounds with hugs.”

  I followed her into the clubhouse. I hadn’t been there since I had the talk with the Chaos brothers. I spotted Ratchet with Sam at the bar, which was where Tanya was leading me to. Both girls squealed and hugged each other. I looked at Ratchet and nodded. He nodded back, which confirmed to me that we were good. I grabbed a stool behind Tanya as she talked with Sam a bit. I took a drag of my smoke, surveying the place.

  Magnet walked up to the bar. He stood next to me but didn’t look my way. He asked the cute blond behind the bar for a beer. She walked away. He still didn’t look at me.

  “You hurt her. I hurt you.” He twisted the cap off his beer and took a long swig.

  “I don’t intend to.” I didn’t look at him either. He walked away.

  By the time I was done with my smoke, the other group pulled into the lot. There were several road captains, including Gunner and Ratchet, that kept small groups together for the ride. Bikes were started back up, lids strapped on, shades down.

  Tanya walked with me to my bike, strapping on her lid. “I’m glad you came, Skully.”

  “I’m glad too. I want you to ride with me. But I don’t want to rub anyone in the club the wrong way. I’ll get in last and ride in the back with one of the groups. If that’s good with you.”

  “Sure. No one isn’t going to get rubbed the wrong way. I invited you and Chaos is ok with it.”

  “Whatever you say, sweet-cheeks. Whatever you want.” I replied with a big dorky grin.

  The President and VP, Rocky and Spider, led the first group. We rode behind Ratchet and Sam. Tanya leaned back on my sissy bar. She relaxed and didn’t say much. I could see her in my side mirror. The sun was shining on her face, her white shades making her look like a magazine cover model. She was a natural when it came to riding on the back of a motorcycle. Some people tensed up, but she didn’t. We both were part of the vibrating thundering machine between our legs.

  We rode out toward the Shenandoah mountains. The smell of summer, green leaves and grass hit our senses. And sometimes, the stink of road kill hit our noses too. When you rode on a bike, you smelt everything. The groups made a few stops after a two-hour long ride. Later in the afternoon we rode back. Some riders went home, or stopped at different bars, but most kicked their stands down back at the clubhouse.

  The lot was full when I pulled in with Tanya. Loud music blared out from the clubhouse as we climbed off the bike. Handshakes, slaps on the back, and hugs were passed around, everyone ready to let loose. Tanya grabbed my hand, and my heart thumped hard in my chest. I followed her back into the clubhouse; we grabbed a few cold beers and stepped back outside.

  “So, what’s it like now, not wearing a diamond patch?” Tanya tilted the cold bottle to her pretty pink lips.

  I took a long swallow of mine too. Not belonging to a club, whether a diamond club or not, made me feel lost. And alone. “Weird. I wore that Hound patch for three years. “

  “Is it scary too? I mean, making such a huge step like that?”

  “Yeah, pretty fuckin scary. But I’ve been scared before. Many times.“

  She was smiling but it faded. She looked away. “I’m sure you have. You sure don’t show it though.“

  I took a step closer to her. She looked up me. Her shades were still on. “You don’t show it either, Tanya. I thought you were bad ass for grabbing Rusty’s junk like that. I’ve never met a woman like you. “

  “Yeah, I’m one of a kind, huh? Maybe that’s why I’m defective.”

  I reached up and swiped her pretty brown hair behind her ear. “
You’re not defective, Tanya. It’s just the hand that was dealt you. But you’re not defective. Do you think I’m less of a man because of my limp?”

  She exhaled, her breath caressed my wrist. “No. Not at all. I think your limp is part of you. Its sexy…”

  I leaned in and kissed her. Like I did at the park the other night. Her tongue darted into my mouth. I pulled away, smiling down at her. “Thanks. Took me years to perfect that limp.”

  She smiled, but her mouth latched back onto mine. Her hands were in my hair. I pulled her in, pressing her up against my chest. I grew hard. She moaned into my mouth.

  “I know you want me, Tanya.” I growled low against her lips.

  “Yes, I do, Owen. I want you.” She pulled away and took my hand. I followed her back into the clubhouse. I didn’t care if anyone looked at us. My focus was on her sweet ass. I admired it as she led me down the hallway and into one of the rooms.

  I shut the door behind me. And she was on me again. Covering me with her sweet soft lips, o ur tongues caressing, wrestling together. She jumped and wrapped her luscious thighs around my waist. I claimed both of her ass cheeks with my palms, spun around, and pressed her back up against the door. My dick was so fucking hard, it hurt, just like it did before I was deep inside her the other night.

  My hips grinded against her center. “I need you, Tanya. Take the pain away again.”

  She sighed as my lips planted kissed down her cheek to jawline. My tongue darted out and glided down the side of her neck. I licked, nipped, sucked. I carried her to the bed. I placed her down gently on her back and slid down her body, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. I pulled her boots off, then yanked her jeans off. My hands nudged her thighs open and I shoved my face right up against her delicious, hot pussy. She cried out as my tongue penetrated her wet lips and caressed her hardened clit, gliding up and down, and back up again. My hands squeezed the soft flesh of her thighs. They opened wider, which gave me the go ahead to feast on her.