The Biker’s Property (An Alpha Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club Series Book 1)

by Fox, Regina

  Danny held her hand as they walked across the parking lot to the front door of the restaurant. Penny saw him scanning the parking lot, which was packed with motorcycles. She didn’t like the look on his face.

  “Is everything okay?” she asked.

  “Not sure baby doll,” he said.

  He ducked into an alcove and dialed on his cell.

  “Hey Trenton,” he said. “Where are you?”

  ‘We’re still at the bar having cocktails. I have the missus with me,” he said.

  “Gotta be careful with that brothah. Penny and I are at the restaurant but it’s packed with Riggers.”

  “We’re over at the Sportsman, and the place seems to be crawling with them here too. But so far they’ve been cool. We’ll head on over. Maybe put our name in for a table,” said Trenton.

  The hostess had a table for two for them fairly quickly. Danny held Penny’s hand as they followed. Penny felt a hand reach up her skirt as she walked by. She shrieked with surprise. When she looked over her shoulder, she couldn’t tell who did it.

  Without looking back, Danny stopped dead in his tracks. “What’s the matter,” he demanded sternly.

  “Nothing,” she fibbed.

  She didn’t want to start anything. But it didn’t matter. Someone spoke up.

  “Nothing,” barreled a deep voice. “Just got a little handful of that tight little ass, chief.”

  Danny turned on his heel, his face locked with fury, though he remained calm.

  “You and your boss Brill Wayland want to make it an injun and a white man thing. It ain’t about that. You Riggers come to our towns, take our jobs and destroy our homes.

  “You can call me a chief all day long just like your jailbird boss. I am no chief but I am a captain, and if you don’t find your manners, you’re going to find out why.

  “As for grabbing my girl’s ass, I don’t blame you. It’s absolute perfection. I guess you got inspired by the fact that Brill Wayland has his hand so far up your ass working your mouth, putting words in it, you don’t have a mind of your own. You don’t have a thing of your own because it’s all his. You damn sure don’t have a soul. What a cool thing for a club to be about.”

  All eyes were on them. Danny turned his back on the Rigger and continued walking. The Rigger started to make a “woo woo” sound to taunt him.

  Danny turned to Penny. “I’m going to jail, baby doll.”

  And while still looking at Penny, he pitched forward slightly. She couldn’t see that what he had done was throw a kick behind him. He came just so close to kicking the Rigger straight in the face but pulled his kick. It was only a warning, but the Rigger was white with terror.

  “I’m having dinner with my woman now. Don’t bother me again,” said Danny.

  The Rigger rose from his table, completely ignoring Danny’s warning. Trenton was right behind the biker, having just arrived with quite a few Ghosts of the Prairie members. There were more than the few who rode up at first.

  Trenton was a big man. As big as the biker who had been mouthing off. He pushed the man back in his chair. He strode by them with Mrs. Wayland’s hand in his.

  The Rigger clipped her arm.

  “Hey!” he demanded of her. “What are you doing? Your ol’ man isn’t going to like this.”

  “He’s not my ol’ man,” said Mrs. Wayland. “And you’re fired.”

  “You can’t fire me,” smiled the Rigger.

  “She can,” replied Trenton. “In the event Wayland is out of commission, i.e., in jail, the company is automatically and totally hers.”

  The manager approached Trenton and Danny and the Rigger who would not keep his mouth shut.

  “Gentlemen, The Bison is grateful for your business. But if it looks like there’s going to be fighting, I have to ask you to leave now. Starting with you sir. You goosed this lady.”

  “Fine,” the Rigger threw his napkin down on his plate, “I am leaving. But I ain’t paying.”

  “I’m paying,” said Mrs. Wayland. “I’ll take it out of his pay.”

  The biker shoved Mrs. Wayland and that was that.

  Danny shrugged to the manager. “Sorry dude,” he said.

  Someone whisked Penny, Mrs. Wayland and Cady outside. Pushed her at the small of her back until she was out in the parking lot. The sound of punches landing and glass breaking could be heard outside.

  This was different from the first night at Average Joe’s. Although that seemed to be packed with bikers, it wasn’t anything like this. The Bison was huge. And even though by all appearances, New City was a fairly poor town, the restaurant worked very hard to create a nice place to dine. It was as fancy as it could be and the décor was fragile.

  As the women stood in the parking lot, flinching at one crash after the other, the manager stepped out, sat down and wept. As Penny thought, he probably owned at least part of the place.

  She walked over to the man and put her arm around him.

  “I’ll make sure they put it back to the way it was. You don’t deserve this,” she said. “We’ll make it right. I’ll help you.”

  “The insurance isn’t going to cover this,” he laughed. “It’s just not.”

  “You’ll see,” said Penny.

  “Here come the party lights,” announced Cady in a cynical monotone.

  There in a line, flashing all colors, was the sheriff and his deputies. New City had four cop cars and all of them were present.

  The enormous police chief stepped out of his car after its wheels skidded into the lot. He put an electronic megaphone to his lips. As soon as he called for the fighting to stop and for everyone to come out with their hands up, Danny and the other Ghosts of the Prairie were the first to abandon the brawl and to appear.

  For just a split second when Penny saw the restaurant manager so destroyed, she really almost didn’t like Danny. She thought she had gotten caught up in the lure of his world.

  But seeing him, his beautiful self, with his hands placed on his head, she didn’t care why it was she liked him so damn much. She just did. She liked everything about him. He stole a glance at her and caught her gazing at him. He winked. And then waited for the deputies to come around and put cuffs on them.

  The sheriff looked up to the sky as the bikers just kept coming out.

  “We don’t have the man power,” he said.

  “Hey chief,” Danny called.

  At first the sheriff did a double take, but then he saw who had said it and he shook his head. Danny smiled.

  “Ghosts of the Prairie vow to go to the station. Word of honor,” said Danny.

  “You’re going to take yourselves to jail?” the sheriff asked incredulously.

  “As their captain, word of honor,” said Danny.

  The sheriff and Danny regarded one another in the eye before the sheriff relented.

  “Ghosts of the Prairie, huh?” asked the sheriff. “Go.”

  Brad, Ogi and the Ghosts of the Prairie mounted their bikes. Danny asked if he could walk the women across to the motel and pick up his bike. The sheriff okayed that.

  The big mouth Rigger protested the fact that their rivals were allowed to turn themselves in but they were not. He apparently got way too close for the enormous sheriff. The sheriff knocked the man’s feet out from under him with a sweep of his leg.

  Danny took Penny’s hand and together with the other two women, escorted them back to the Holiday Inn. The women went to their own rooms. Penny took his beautiful face in her hands and kissed him with everything she had.

  “I’ll be waiting for you. Hurry back,” she said.

  “I don’t know, baby doll. I may not be right back. I may be a couple days,” he said. “But Trenton is here and he’s the club’s lawyer. We may get out.”

  Penny missed him already. It was crazy. Her heart was breaking.

  “When do you have to actually be there,” she asked.

  He laughed because he knew what she was thinking.

  “I never though
t I would ever hear me say this but,” he took a deep breath, “I don’t want to fuck you right now.”

  Penny felt her face morph into an involuntary pout.

  “I gave this man my word. Out of respect. He’s no dummy. He’s seen you. If I am not back promptly he’ll know why and he’ll take that as a sign of disrespect. Oh, he’ll understand but I can’t push him.” He kissed her forehead.

  He swept her up in his magnificently muscled arms and carried her to the bed. He took off her shoes and shimmied her skirt off. He made a face as though the sight of her caused him great pain. He bit his knuckle.

  In the light, when he did that, she could see bruises forming on his hands. Not on his face. That meant to her that he had been able to defend himself.

  She wanted to ask him about the bruises, but she also wanted to stay in the moment. She knew he was off to jail right after, and she had no idea how long he would be gone. She lay on the bed in her panties and shirt, watching his eyes as they took her in. She slid her panties off and raised her top above her breasts so he could get a better look at everything he would be missing while behind bars.

  “You want to make this harder, don’t ya baby?” Danny chuckled lightly as he spoke. “I want to make something harder…” Penny teased and spread her legs open wide.

  She started spreading herself open, playing with herself in a bold manner, something she did not even do alone. “Fuck me hard and fuck me fast,” she groaned and laid her head back on the mattress.

  Danny already had his cock in hand and was guiding it to the already wet spot between her legs.

  He entered her forcefully, spreading her folds inward, pulling the skin around him. Penny let out a loud moan and arched her back, pushing his cock against her pelvic bone.

  Danny thrust himself into her fast and hard, just like the lady asked for and knew he was not going to last long.

  “Harder,” Penny directed and began thrusting her hips towards his hard erection. Danny thrust harder, faster and started to groan. “I can’t take much more baby,” he whimpered. The pelvic bone created a new friction against his shaft that was throwing him off his game. Penny being so aggressive, the harsh words coming out of her sweet mouth, it was all making his head spin. “Come for me baby,” her sweet voice whispered in his ear.

  Danny rose his head up and looked into Penny’s eyes. Her sweet lips, bright eyes and hair flowing off her shoulders was enough to send him over the edge, but when her tongue escaped her mouth and slid across her lips, he was done.

  He gripped her tightly and let out a primitive growl as he thrust one last time and released his load into her.

  He relaxed his body, careful not to place all of his weight on her and kissed her softly on the neck. “I have to go baby,” he said. He stood, pulled his pants together and refastened his belt and left Penny lying on the hotel bed, legs spread, tits peeking out from her top and dripping his salts from her inner thigh.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Penny had the idea to approach the restaurant owner with the proposal to not press charges against the Ghosts of the Prairie if they found a way to restore the restaurant. and fast. It was a deal. As her first act as owner of the company, Mrs. Wayland wrote the restaurant owner a pretty good check as earnest money so that every single Ghost of the Prairie could get sprung.

  As second act as company owner, she wrote Penny a check to cover everything she spent to come out. As Penny held the check in her hand, she had not known until that moment whether or not she would be going back to Ruckersville. But now she was sure. She really didn’t want to go.

  Even as incredible as the time had been between Danny and her, Penny started having doubts. What if Danny had given himself so intensely because he knew it probably was going to be a fling? That question didn’t feel like it was appropriate for him, but there was that possibility.

  The third act as owner of the company was for Mrs. Wayland to fire all the Riggers and to send them packing. She had payroll work overtime, processing final pay. Penny sat in the waiting area of Wayland Energy, with nowhere else to go, just hanging out as she watched some bikers very annoyed that they had been fired, and some who didn’t care one way or the other.

  Danny had not been released from jail, or if he had, he wasn’t there and he hadn’t called. She knew in her heart of hearts Danny White Feather was not a man to be doubted, but the longer he didn’t show, the more her stomach ached.

  She almost nodded off, when in through the company doors walked the handsomest man she thought she would ever see in her life, and Trenton. Mrs. Wayland did not even try to hide her connection to Trenton. She touched him lightly and kissed him on the lips. Penny thought they looked good together.

  Penny and Danny’s eyes met. Penny had not meant to get herself all worked up but she had.

  “Ain’t she just about the prettiest woman you ever saw?” he asked Trent while he beamed at her.

  “Yeah, just about,” said Trenton, entranced himself.

  Penny scuttled off of the sofa and into Danny’s arms.

  “You get your money?” he asked. She nodded. “Thanks,” he said to Mrs. Wayland. “And thanks for what you did for us. We’ll see to it that you’re paid back.”

  “No, it’s my gift. I am actually going in as partners with the guy. I think he’s relieved,” she said.

  “They’re open for business,” said Trenton. “Anyone hungry?”

  “Are you hungry?” Danny asked Penny.

  Danny intuitively corralled her toward the door.

  “Hey, guys, we’ll catch up with you,” he said.

  Outside, he guided her to a corner and kissed her. He kissed her like he was a sex-starved man.

  Penny thought he was going to take her right then and there. She wouldn’t have cared. She mauled him just as fiercely. Their hands were exploring one another like the first time. Their tongues were intertwined, legs wrapped around each other and the mood was getting too hot for their environment. He stopped cold because it was getting crazy. His hands had found their way up and under her tight shirt.

  “Are you okay? It’s only been a day but I thought I was going to go nuts without my Pretty Penny.”

  “I am okay. Are you? I saw bruises on your hands.” She took his enormous hands in her dainty ones.

  “Yeah, that happens. Doc says one thing will cure them,” he winked.

  And very secretively, he reached between her legs and stroked the soft inside of her thigh. He let his fingers graze her center through her underwear.

  “Can we go to the hotel now? Can we go home?” she asked. “Or do you want to go to dinner with Trenton?”

  Danny knitted his eyebrows and tilted his head. “I am gone one day and you forget who you are dealing with?”

  He stooped and hoisted Penny up over his massive shoulder. He carried her in one arm over to what she recognized as his brother’s truck.

  “What happened to the bike?” she asked.

  “Ogi and I traded for the day. He has a date. You complaining?” he asked playfully, giving her buttocks a spank just this side of smarting.

  “No. Wait,” she giggled. “What was the question?”

  He opened the truck door and loaded her in. “Oh, I can see I am going to have a deep discussion with you. A long, thorough, very deep discussion.”

  He took an open road from Wayland Energy back to the town proper of New City. On either side of the road was prairie. Flat, flat prairie. He turned off into a field. There was no road. He just turned and drove off road a very good ways and parked.

  He put the brake on solidly and released the seat so it went back as far as it could go. They had plenty of room and privacy enough. He looked at her with his big dark, amazing eyes, lit with an adoring smile. His rich shiny hair ran wild and free around his face and just to the tip of his shoulders.

  “Are you my girl?” he asked her.

  “Yes,” she said, rushed with intense emotion. “I am.”

  “Come make love with
me,” he invited her.

  Penny did a sort of slow whirl, rolling herself on the bench to him. He put his feet up on the bench and leaned against the door as she climbed on top of him. She was so wet and ready for him.

  She straddled him. Her little skirt riding up around her buttocks and hips. She reached between them, unfastening his pants to release his wondrous hard on. She pulled her thong to the side and put him inside of her.

  They had only been apart for a day and up until a week or so ago, they had been apart forever. And yet once he was inside of her, it felt like at last, they were together.

  Penny’s channel was tight around him. And he told her so.

  “You feel so good,” he said.

  They did not kiss. Rather they gazed at each other as the intensity of their sex possessed every cell in their body. It was that strong. Penny moved ultra-slowly, making each movement a slow, wanton grind. She jutted out her boobs, making an S with her spine, undulating on him.

  She fanned her knees, working them back and forth to change up the tension of her flesh on his. The movement flexed her hot wet walls, tightening and releasing, tightening and releasing, until her pleasure was completely out of her control. She felt that unmistakable change that she knew so well. She was going to come.

  He reached under her skirt and gripped her hips. He lifted her up and gave her a good thrust. It sent an exhilarating surge through her. She seized up around him. He did it again and again until the seizing was no longer sporadic. It was involuntary. She tumbled into a delicious flurry of orgasmic spasms.

  Soft high-pitched mews escaped from deep within her, releasing erotic pressure as she blissfully came on him. He pinned her hips on him as he swirled within her. He thrust in her in short jerky little moves. He was deliberately agitating her orgasmically sensitized channel.

  Now her cries were not so soft and gentle. She was almost pleading as she released. Danny took hold of her neck with his mouth and tantalized her as he drove into her.

  As her pleasure ebbed, she gave it back to him. She squeezed her insides around him, tightening for him as he moved in and out. She felt him shiver. His breath raked through his teeth.