Biker Justice: A Skull Kings MC Novella

by Sage L. Morgan

  “Carmen!” she uttered in surprise.

  I raised my eyebrows, feigning surprise. “You work here?”

  Lisbeth nodded and smiled. “Yeah. I mean, it wasn’t my first choice, but...” She followed me to the washers where I began loading my clothes. “I wanted to work at Amazon, actually, but my brother said no. Noah even said they’re always hiring, pretty much.”

  “Hiring dancers. If I were Liam, I’d say no, too.”

  “What about bartending? I’m nineteen now, so I can legally serve alcohol.”

  I got the feeling this was exactly the conversation she’d had with Liam. I sighed. “Well, there are plenty of other bars in town where you can actually wear clothes, with air conditioning to boot.” I grabbed a sock and wiped my damp forehead before tossing it into the washer. “I must’ve passed a dozen ‘help wanted’ signs on my way here. Why’d you choose this place?”

  Lisbeth sank into a plastic chair, her shoulders sloping downward. For a split second, she looked just like the little girl I used to babysit almost ten years ago. But then I blinked, and the little girl was gone. When she gazed back up at me, there was a weathered hardness in her eyes, clearly the look of a young woman who’d seen and been through a lot. She kept rubbing her forearm with her right hand. There was a strange tattoo there, the lines of a compass over the outline of a rose.

  “I’m trying to keep a low profile. I got in a little bit of trouble,” she said.

  “What do you mean by that?”

  Lisbeth exhaled slowly. “Look, don’t tell anyone, okay? But the reason I came back to Canyon City was because...I did something. Or they think I did something.” She began talking faster, and I struggled to catch her every word. “Now, I have no idea of they’re looking for me or not, but I figured this was the safest place to hide, with Liam and the MC here and all, and—”

  “Whoa, hang on for a sec,” I said. I put my hand to my forehead, feeling overwhelmed all of a sudden. “Who’s ‘they,’ Lisbeth? What exactly did you do?”

  Hearing a sharp edge in my voice, Lisbeth’s eyes went wide. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”

  I caught her elbow just as she stood up. “What the fuck? You don’t get to drop a bombshell like that and tell me to forget it. What kind of trouble are you in, Lisbeth?”

  Lisbeth wrenched her arm out of my grasp. “Nothing I can’t handle, okay? Jesus, I was just venting. I thought I could trust you, Carmen.”

  What a brat. “Look, you’re still pretty young—”

  “God! You, too, huh? I’m so sick of everyone treating me like I’m still ten. The moment I come back, all anybody wants to do is ask me about what happened during every spare minute I spent outside of this stupid town. First Liam, then that Logan guy, now you—”

  “Logan?” I said, taken aback. “What does he have to do with this?”

  Lisbeth scoffed. “Yeah, Logan. He’s such a creep. He took one look at me at the barbeque and kept coming back to ask random questions.” She hid her compass tattoo under her hand as she recalled their conversation. “He asked me how old I was, about my sisters, whether I had other tattoos under my clothes...all sorts of stuff. Maybe Liam put him up to it, who knows? But he’s sticking his nose in my business, and I don’t even know him.”

  Suddenly, the heat and humidity of the Laundromat was becoming too much. I could feel my mouth opening and closing with nothing coming out. Lisbeth watched me for a second or two, rolled her eyes, and reached past me to start my wash.

  “Look, it’s supposed to take forty minutes for one load, but on hot days it might be an hour or more. Maybe you should leave and go get something to drink.”

  “Fine.” I had a million thoughts in my head, but I could barely sort through them. “I’ll see you later.”

  Back outside, the breeze passed over my damp skin, cooling me down. I closed my eyes with my hand on the car door, breathing slowly. Then, for some reason, I decided to glance across the street, and it was as if it was meant to be. I saw him straddling his bike under a tree, nearly invisible in the shadows. I was relieved to see him. Not happy, but relieved. I marched across the road.

  “Hey, Car. What are you doing all the way out here?” Logan asked casually, as if it was perfectly natural for him to be parked in the dry grass on the side of the road, hiding behind a tree.

  “Cut the shit. What are you doing here?”

  Logan slipped off his sunglasses. “I’m on official Skull Kings duty. Liam asked me to keep an eye on his sis.”

  “That’s a load of bull. Liam asked me to do the same thing.”

  Logan grinned. “Well, maybe he wanted us to run into each other.”

  He began leaning in. For what, a kiss? A sour taste rose up in my mouth, and before I could stop myself, I felt my hand dart out and slap him across the face.

  “Lisbeth told me you’ve been asking all sorts of inappropriate questions,” I said quickly. “And now, I find you spying on her from across the street? She’s Liam’s youngest sister. How do you think he’d feel if he knew what you were up to? If he knew that you kept trying to chat her up at the barbeque...”

  My voice cracked, and I swallowed. While we were together, I’d almost said. But maybe in Logan’s mind, we weren’t actually together. Physically, sure. But that’s probably all he’d wanted from me, after all.

  Logan waited silently for me to finish my thought. When I didn’t, he opened his mouth to speak. “Is that what you think this is about?”

  “I think that you’re just a sleazeball that I never want to see again.” I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to force the hurt out of my voice. “Stay away from Lisbeth. And stay away from me.”

  I ran back across the street to my car, started the engine, and drove onto the road. Logan stayed under the tree the whole time, disappearing into a mere smudge in my rearview mirror.

  * * *

  Great. After running into Logan, I was too flustered to know what to do with myself. Lisbeth had told me an hour, but I was sure she’d need two before she cooled herself back down. I still had to put my laundry in the dryer.

  You owe me, I texted Liam once I got myself back home.

  The afternoon sun slanted in through the windows, and my skin became sticky with sweat. I decided to make some iced tea. A strange humming noise hovered in the air as I searched the cupboards for my box of Lipton bags. Only a moment later did I realize the humming was actually the buzzing of a motorcycle engine. Then, the doorbell rang.

  I had a good idea of who it could’ve been, and it didn’t make me happy.

  Logan’s silhouette was immediately recognizable through the small window of frosted glass in my front door. I made sure to open it with a frown. “What do you w—”

  He didn’t give me a chance to finish. He swept in, pushing me back as he slammed the door behind himself. There was a look in his eyes that made my stomach clench.

  “What do you want?” I tried again, but in a markedly feebler way.

  “I want you.”

  “What?”

  “I fucking want you, Carmen. Isn’t it obvious?” He began stepping closer with each word. “I can’t wait anymore.”

  I gasped as I bumped my back against the wall. I’d been drifting backward, and now I was trapped. Logan planted his fists on either side of my head, corralling me in. When he dipped his face toward mine, his gentle breath blew against my cheeks.

  “But it’s your call, Carmen. Just say the word and I’m gone.” A thin, oily smile spread quickly over his lips. He raked the fingers of his right hand down my left arm, making me shiver. His grip closed gently around my wrists. “But this is what you do to me, Carmen.”

  Logan drew my hand up against his body, leading it against his crotch. I stiffened as I felt the hardening knot in his pants. He let me go, giving me the opportunity to snatch my hand back, but I was mesmerized. He was rock-hard down there because of me. For me.

  My heartbeat pounded in my throat.

  “What do you
say?” he whispered.

  My mind fought to regain control. I tried to think about how I’d felt when I caught him sneaking away to talk to Lisbeth at the barbeque. I recalled how annoyed Lisbeth had seemed, my own feelings of quiet rage as I scolded Logan under the tree. But all those feelings were as elusive as smoke, drowned out by the heat of Logan’s hard, lithe body and the intensity of his gaze.

  When Logan put his hand on my chin, tilting my face up toward his, I wanted only one thing. I gave my answer in a deep, hungry kiss.

  Chapter 5

  I led him through the house toward my bedroom, afraid that he’d notice how scared I was if we didn’t retreat to the bed as quickly as possible. His hand was stuck in mine, lagging gently behind. His other hand was circled delicately around my wrist. When we got into the bedroom and I turned around, he pulled me in for another kiss.

  “Mm,” he groaned as our hips touched.

  I felt a jolt of excitement as his hands explored my back, worked under my tight shirt, and began pulling my bra strap apart. I was dizzy with pleasure. All those things we’d texted to each other, the things he promised to do with his mouth, it was all about to happen. Finally.

  Logan pulled my shirt and bra off over my head. He cast his eyes respectfully to the ground as he eased me onto my bed. His breath came out low and gravelly when he finally gave himself permission to look. “Damn,” he muttered, taking one of my heavy breasts in his hands.

  I winced at the shock of his wet, hot mouth closing over my nipple. His tongue swirled around it as he suckled, making me writhe under him. His free hand swept along my side, lingering at the slope of my hips, before making quick work of the button and zipper of my jeans.

  “Oh!” I cried out.

  Logan’s touch was rough. He shoved his hand into my panties and dug his index finger toward my clit. A furrow formed in his brow as he struggled to work his hand inside of my loosened jeans.

  “How does that feel, baby?”

  I combed my fingers through his hair, yanking his mouth against mine. The kiss stifled a squeal of anguish as he flicked my hard nub, working with the slick, wet juices that leaked out onto his hand. My thighs parted, needing more of him, all of him.

  “I’m ready,” I whispered.

  Logan pulled away, his expression unreadable. He slid his hand out of my jeans to reach for something in his shirt pocket. The tell-tale glint of a foil condom wrapper flashed in the light as he pulled it out.

  “I know you were worried,” he mumbled.

  That was when I noticed his hands were shaking. I propped myself onto my elbows, regarding him through lowered lashes. “That was really decent of you,” I said, reaching for his hand. My hand fell short, landing on his belt buckle instead. With a coquettish bite of my lip, I unbuckled it and wrenched it off.

  The light returned to Logan’s eyes, and his lip rose into a snarl. “I hope you like it rough.”

  “I do, but the question is whether or not you’re up to it.”

  Logan leaned down, pushing me onto my back once more. He closed his hand over my breast, nearly making a fist as he squeezed my flesh. “I can rise to the challenge.”

  I kicked off my jeans as I watched him undress. His shoulders flexed as he took off his shirt, revealing flat abs and a hard chest. His hips were narrow and strong, his thighs like carved marble beneath his baggy jeans. His cock strained the front of his boxers, allowing me a glimpse of his veiny shaft through the slitted vent in the front.

  I stifled a moan of pleasure as his boxers fell to his feet.

  “I’ll warn you right now,” Logan began as he rolled the condom along his girth, “once I start, I won’t be able to stop. I might hurt you. I might get a little crazy. Are you ready for me?”

  I couldn’t nod quickly enough.

  Logan crawled onto the bed and inched forward on his knees, driving my thighs apart as he drew himself up against me. He touched my wetness once more, rubbing and teasing. My gaze was glued to his cock, hovering in the air like a lightning rod. It jerked with each pulse, and I couldn’t wait to be violated by that monster.

  “Logan,” I whispered.

  He glanced up quickly, blue eyes smoldering. He pulled his hand away from my body and painted my nipples with his fingers. The air blew cold against my wetted skin. I felt a surge of adrenaline when I smelled my own fragrance wafting off of my hot body.

  Logan’s face disappeared as he sank down to lick my silky juices off of me. A shudder moved all the way down my back, and I bumped against his cockhead. My legs gave a jump. I was ready. I was more than ready.

  I bit down on my lip as he penetrated me.

  “Ooh,” Logan sighed, grimacing. “You’re so tight!”

  I squeezed his shoulders as he began thrusting. My fingertips turned white as they pressed into his tattooed skin. Logan’s breath was in my ear, marking time as he pumped his hips. Each stroke brought his body closer to mine, pushing his flesh deeper into my wet heat. I turned my head and sucked on his neck, making him go wild.

  And just as he promised, he went from zero to sixty.

  I screamed as he pounded himself into my pussy, the force enough to leave me bruised and aching. He wasn’t a man but a wild animal now, groping blindly toward pleasure. My breasts bounced against his lightly furred chest, sending tiny shivers all throughout my body. I raked my nails down his back. He howled and fucked me even harder.

  “I want you to come,” he muttered through gritted teeth.

  “I can only come when I’m on top.”

  With a grunt, Logan turned us over, holding my hips against his with his strong hands so that his cock stayed safely sheathed inside of me. I planted my knees in the bed just as he settled onto his back. He smiled lazily up at me. The muscles of his chest seized and flexed as he continued to fuck me from below.

  I let his hands on my ass guide me as I rode his cock. I ground my clit into his pelvis as his shaft massaged me from the inside. My eyes closed, and the world melted away. I could hear Logan’s grunts and sighs, feel the heat of his body radiating from somewhere beneath my stomach, but overall I was only aware of the pleasure he was giving me.

  “Come on my dick,” he whispered, placing a hand at the back of my neck. He tightened his grip, catching some of my hair and forcing my head back.

  My neck was exposed to him, and he pressed his lips to the base of my throat.

  “Are you close?” he whispered.

  I screwed my eyes tight. “I don’t know.”

  I screamed again as Logan held me down against him while he jackhammered into me. His cock collided with the base of my spine. His pelvis kept hitching and rubbing against my clit, building up the pressure inside until...

  “I’m close!”

  Suddenly, Logan stopped. I creaked my eyes open and stared down at him. He began rocking his hips again, but using a gentler, infuriatingly slower rhythm.

  “What are you doing?” I gasped.

  Logan smirked, but there was still a dark hunger in his eyes. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

  I took his hands off of my body and pinned them over his head. “You’re messing with the wrong chica,” I said, baring my teeth playfully.

  I rode him hard and fast, enjoying how powerful I felt as I held him down. Then, to my surprise, he slipped out easily from under me and pulled my wrists behind my back. I yelped as I hung helplessly over him, my loose breasts swaying tantalizingly over his mouth.

  “Logan!”

  “Beg.”

  The moist tip of his tongue traced a light circle around one of my nipples.

  “Oh, god...”

  His hips rose and fell slowly, building me back up. But it was torturous.

  “Logan, please, fuck me. Make me come.”

  “Louder.”

  “Fuck me!”

  “I want to hear how much you want it.”

  “I want it, Logan,” I begged. I gritted my teeth, enduring each slow, agonizing stroke of his marble-hard cock. “I want
to come so bad! Fuck me, Logan!”

  My hands tingled when Logan finally released them. I fell forward only to throw my head back as Logan resumed his thrusts. The pressure came back quickly, mounting higher and higher. My pussy leaked its thick juices onto his thighs, and his cock plunged deeper inside of me.

  “So close,” I whispered. I grabbed a fistful of Logan’s hair and pulled his head into my neck. “I’m so close!”

  “You’re going to come for me,” he said. He squeezed my ass cheeks, grinding my pussy down onto his cock. “Right...now!”

  He jammed his cock right into my G-spot. A wave of cool pleasure washed over me, and I came right away. I screamed his name as my pussy clenched itself around his cock. Then, the orgasm ebbed away, and I fell off to the side, panting and sticky with sweat.

  “Holy shit!” I said.

  Logan turned his head to the side and smiled. I noticed a dimple in his right cheek for the first time. “Was it worth the wait?”

  “Hell yeah.”

  Logan laughed. “I think so, too.” Then, his face became serious. “What time does Xander get out of school?”

  Shit. “Two-thirty.”

  Our heads whipped toward the wall clock, and both of us sighed in relief. It was barely one.

  “I do have to get back to Sudsy Lady, though.”

  “You already checked up on Lisbeth, didn’t you?”

  “I did.” A beat passed. “I still have to put my clothes in the dryer.”

  Logan stared. “You actually took your laundry there?”

  I sat up, feeling the usual irritation I felt around Logan creeping back again. “Well, I couldn’t just walk into a Laundromat without any laundry. That’d be suspicious, wouldn’t it?”

  “Lisbeth’s too smart to think you showing up under a false pretense isn’t you showing up under a false pretense.”

  I stifled a growl as I slid off the bed and began pecking around for my clothes.

  “You should’ve gone incognito, like me,” Logan continued on.

  “And done what?” I snapped. I whipped around after fastening my bra. “Hid in the bushes like a creepy stalker?”