Midnight Obsession: A Midnight Riders Motorcycle Club Romance Part 4

by Olivia Thorne

  There weren’t any cars or street lights. We were at the ass end of nowhere out here.

  “Should we call Kade now?” Fiona asked.

  “I don’t have his number memorized. All I do is just punch the button on my phone.”

  “I have his number. He texted me.”

  “…he did?”

  “The day we… the day he gave me back my car.”

  I knew what day she was talking about, and I knew why she hadn’t finished her first sentence. I didn’t say anything, I just handed the phone to her.

  She brought up her text messages, tapped the screen, and handed the cell back to me.

  The phone rang several times. I thought maybe she was mistaken, but then the call went to Kade’s voicemail.

  “Leave a message.”

  Talkative guy.

  “We made it,” I said. “I’m calling you from Fiona’s cell – mine’s toast. We’re almost to the highway. Call me back at this number.”

  After I hung up, I turned to Fiona. “Keep the phone alive, or use the light as long as we can?”

  She looked out at the darkness. “Keep it alive for as long as you can.”

  I shut the light off and we picked our way through the scrub brush as best we could. It took us another half hour, but we finally got to the highway. In all that time, we never saw a pair of headlights go by, and we never got a call.

  When we got within a hundred feet of the road, I pulled the phone out of my pocket.

  Dead – and no amount of pushing on the side button could bring it back to life.

  “Goddamn it,” I swore.

  “It’s okay,” Fiona said.

  “But he doesn’t know where to find us.”

  “He will.”

  I didn’t say what I was really thinking: I hope nothing happened to him.

  I didn’t need to. Fiona picked up on it right away.

  “He’s alright,” she said quietly. “If we made it out, he’ll be fine.”

  I hugged her to my side. “You’re right.”

  I hope.

  We sat down on the ground, both to keep out of sight of any possible unfriendlies and to rest. After a three-hour hike through the hills, my legs were aching.

  Fiona nestled up against me, and I put my arm around her. We sat like that for a couple of long minutes before she finally whispered, “I’m sorry.”

  “For what? You saved my life back there,” I said, and immediately winced. I’d been doing good keeping up the story that she hadn’t hit Eyeball – until now. “I mean, distracting him like that with the phone call.”

  She was quiet for a second, then she said, “I know I killed him.”

  “You’re wrong.”

  “No, I know I did… and it’s okay. I mean… I’ll be okay.”

  I could tell from her voice that she’d accepted it. That there was no point in lying anymore.

  “The first time, it’s… it’s hard,” I said, trying to comfort her.

  She looked at me in the moonlight. “You’ve killed someone before?”

  Fuck.

  This was going from bad to worse.

  “…yeah,” I admitted. “A couple of times. Other gang members. I told you that I’d seen a lot of bad shit that made me want to change the club. Well, I’ve done a lot of bad shit, too. Things I don’t like living with. That’s why I…”

  I stopped talking. Talking about the club might be a sore spot for her, seeing how angry I’d been about it the last couple of days.

  Funny, all that was gone now. Now I was just sad. I’d saved the single most valuable thing in my life from the gunfight and the fire…

  But she wasn’t mine anymore.

  “Never mind,” I said.

  She was silent for a moment. Then she murmured, “You can talk about it.”

  “I’ve already done enough to fuck up your impression of me forever,” I said, trying to keep my tone light – even though my heart felt like a lead weight was crushing it. “I’d rather you not think I’m a total shit of a human being.”

  “I don’t,” she whispered. “In fact… that why I said I was sorry.”

  I looked at her in surprise. “For what?”

  She looked up at me, and I could see the starlight reflected in her eyes. “I was horrible to you about the police thing.”

  The lead weight went away. In its place, I felt something else… something like hope. But my guts still churned with guilt.

  “You were right, though,” I said. “It was shitty and fucked up that I didn’t tell you. It was shitty and fucked up that I even did it in the first place.”

  “But that’s not you. That’s not the real you. We all do shitty, fucked-up things… like not tell somebody we love the truth when they’re risking everything for us.” I could see her eyes welling up. A single tear beaded at the corner of her eye and rolled down her face as she whispered, “But that’s not really who we are.”

  “I know,” I said, and cradled her head to my chest. “I know. Shh.”

  She pushed against me and forced me to look at her. More silent tears were spilling down her cheeks. “I need you to know how sorry I am for what I did to you.”

  “I know. I do. And I’m sorry too, Fiona. I’m so sorry.”

  I leaned down spontaneously and kissed her. Softly… gently. I could taste the salt of her tears on my lips.

  She put her hands on my face and kissed me back, harder.

  I forgot everything that had happened up to that moment – all the violence, all the danger, all the heartache. All I knew is that the woman I loved – the woman I’d thought I’d lost – was back in my arms.

  Without breaking our kiss, I put my hands under her jacket and around her waist, savoring the touch of her body.

  With our lips still together, she shifted one leg over mine, raised herself up, and straddled me.

  We kissed harder… deeper… our hands roaming over each other’s bodies.

  From there we sort of lost control.

  Our kissing became frenzied. No matter what else we did, no matter where we put our hands, we wouldn’t stop kissing for more than a second. I pulled up her shirt, aching to cup her bare breasts. She tugged at my jacket until it was off, then pulled off my wifebeater as fast as she could.

  We finally broke off our kiss so I could spread out our jackets on the ground while she pulled off her boots and jeans. Then I lowered her down onto our makeshift bed as she fumbled with my belt.

  I positioned myself over her in the moonlight. She was so beautiful – her dark hair spilling out around her head like a wild halo, the mounds of her breasts jiggling as she struggled with my belt.

  I felt her hands free my already hard cock and guide me between her legs.

  I felt the tip of my head touch her pussy. She was already soaked.

  “Are you sure?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.”

  As I slowly entered her, her eyes rolled back in her head as she whispered repeatedly, “Yes… yes… yes…”

  God, she was so wet, and hot, and soft.

  FUCK she feels incredible

  As I eased deeper inside her, she kept whispering and murmuring, “Yes… yes… oh God yes…” with her eyelids half-closed and fluttering.

  I slowly moved in and out of her. Braced my upper body on my elbows so I could use my hands to touch her hair, to stroke her face.

  I couldn’t believe I’d had something this good, this amazing, and almost lost her forever.

  Her eyes opened, and she focused on me long enough to reach up and kiss me. She put her hands around my neck and cried out as I began to thrust harder. She met me with her hips, pushing back against me, rhythmic, sensual, driving me deeper and deeper inside her.

  “…yes… yes… yes…” she whimpered into my mouth as I fucked her.

  As I made love to her.

  Her yes-es became guttural moans as I sped up, slowed down… circled my cock inside her by rotating my hips… went shallow, then
deep. Her fingernails dug into my back and she was biting my lower lip, then let go of it to wail “unh – unh – unh” in a high-pitched voice. Suddenly her eyes popped open and she was staring at me as she came – screaming my name, “Jack – oh fuck, JACK – JACK – ”

  Her pussy tightened around me, sliding up and down my cock so wet and soft, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

  “FIONA – ”

  I shouted and felt my entire cock explode as I drove into her even harder, over and over. She grabbed onto me like a drowning woman as she screamed in my ear… and then, with me still deep inside her, we held each other tight in the cool night air.

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  Fiona

  I felt myself slowly return from someplace indescribable, someplace where nothing mattered but pleasure and the feel of his body inside me, the passion on his face, the love in his eyes.

  I laid my head back against the jacket and stared up at him as he smiled down at me.

  “I can’t believe we just did that,” I said.

  He laughed. “I think we needed it.”

  “You’re probably right…”

  We kissed again, slow and lingering, and then he withdrew from me. A little thrill of pleasure shook my body, but I refrained from asking for seconds. It was crazy enough that we’d done it the first time.

  But, like he’d said, I think we needed it.

  We got dressed. Afterwards we sat on the ground, me nestled between his legs, my back against his chest, as we sat waiting in the darkness.

  We sat in silence for a long time before he spoke. “I’m worried about Kade.”

  “He’ll be okay,” I said, though I wasn’t so sure.

  “Yeah,” he replied noncommittally.

  Five minutes later, a pair of headlights appeared far down the road. But that was the problem: it was a pair, not a single headlight. A car, not a motorcycle.

  “Get down,” Jack whispered as he pulled me to the ground amongst the scrub brush.

  It took a couple of tension-filled moments until the vehicle sped past us. Turns out it was pickup truck. We stayed still until the engine was just a whisper in the distance, and then Jack propped himself up on his arm to look.

  “Shit,” he muttered.

  “What?”

  “They’re turning around.”

  Five hundred feet down the highway, the red tail lights suddenly swung around and were replaced by two bright dots of white.

  “Could it be Kade?” I asked.

  “…I don’t know.”

  “Who else could it be?”

  “It could be Lou, or one of his thugs.”

  “But how would he know we’re here?”

  “Maybe they killed Kade and got his cell phone. Maybe they heard the message,” Jack said grimly.

  I was sorry I’d said anything.

  The truck didn’t move – it just stayed there on the road and flicked its lights on and off.

  “Hold on,” Jack said, and pulled his pistol out of his jacket pocket.

  “What are you doing?!”

  “Cover your ears.”

  I clapped my hands to either side of my head, and Jack fired the gun close to the ground so the muzzle flash wasn’t visible.

  BLAM!

  A few seconds later, another gunshot rang out in the distance.

  Crack!

  Then the truck began rolling towards us at a reduced speed.

  “Stay here,” Jack said, leaving me on the ground as he stood up.

  “Wait!”

  “I think it’s Kade – but in case it’s not, get your gun ready,” Jack warned.

  I swallowed, my mouth dry, as I pulled the Glock out of my jacket pocket.

  The truck sped up as Jack walked towards the road, then stopped a hundred feet away.

  Suddenly a voice called out, flat and unemotional. “Need a ride?”

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  We piled into the cab of the truck with me in the middle between Jack and Kade.

  “Good to see you, man,” Jack said.

  “Good to see you too. I got your message – I tried to call Fiona, but you guys didn’t answer.”

  “Phone died,” Jack explained as he shut the door.

  “Figured,” Kade said as he put the truck in drive and took off down the road.

  “Where’d you get the ride?”

  “I didn’t go to juvie for nothing,” Kade said. He looked at us in the rearview mirror, and I could see him frown the tiniest bit. “Did you guys…?”

  He stopped himself, shook his head, and turned back to the road. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.”

  Embarrassed that he knew we’d had sex, I went on the offensive. “What took you so long?”

  He didn’t bat an eye at my reproachful tone. “I ran into the cops at the bottom of your neighborhood.”

  “What?!” Jack exclaimed in surprise. “We didn’t hear sirens until at least five minutes after I talked to you!”

  “That’s because they weren’t there for the fire. They were waiting. No lights, no nothing, just a couple of cruisers on either side of the turn-in.”

  “MotherFUCKER,” Jack swore as he realized the implications. “Peters was running backup for Eyeball and the others.”

  “In case you two got out,” Kade agreed.

  “What happened to you, then?”

  “I saw them just in time – just the outline of their cars under the streetlamps. I figured they might gun me down if I tried to blow past them, and I was going too fast to turn around in time, so ran my bike up somebody’s driveway, ditched it, and ran through their backyard. The cops came after me. Took a couple hours of them chasing me on foot and in patrol cars before I was sure I’d gotten away. That’s when I boosted the truck.”

  “Thanks for coming to pick us up.”

  “No problem,” Kade said, as though he was being thanked for holding open a door.

  “Well… we need to figure out our next move. Can’t go back to your place or the shop.”

  Kade’s eyes flicked up and looked at Jack in the rearview mirror.

  Jack caught it. “What?”

  Kade narrowed his eyes as he looked back at the road. It was the closest I’d ever seen him come to a grimace.

  “They torched the shop.”

  Jack stared at him, and I felt my stomach churn with fear.

  “You’re sure?” Jack asked, his voice unnaturally calm.

  “Yeah. I drove past on the way here. Every fire truck in Richards was there – way too many for the size of it. I’m guessing that’ll be the official reason why they let your house burn down – too busy putting out another fire.”

  Jack sat there in silence, then said quietly, “That’s it. Lou got everything.”

  “Not everything,” I said as I squeezed his hand.

  He looked at me, then smiled gently. “Not everything,” he agreed.

  “So what’s the plan?” Kade asked. “I don’t think we should be driving around in a stolen vehicle.”

  I pulled out my cell. “Is there a phone charger?”

  Jack searched the console, then popped open the glove compartment. “Not that I can see.”

  “Let me see your phone, Kade.”

  He handed it to me.

  “Who are you going to call?” Jack asked.

  “Sid.”

  “You know his number without looking in your phone?”

  “I’ve memorized a few important numbers. Unlike some people I know,” I kidded him.

  “After tonight, I’m memorizing everybody’s,” Jack grumbled.

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  We ditched the truck in a parking lot about 30 miles from Richards, and Sid picked us up in his Oldsmobile. Not happily, by the way.

  “3AM limo rides ain’t included in Friend Prices,” he grumbled as Jack and I got in the back seat.

  “Thank you, Sid,” I said, then kissed my hand and patted my fingers on his bald head.

  “You two look like shit,” he observed, then looked over at Kade as
he slipped into the front passenger seat. “Who’s the Viking?”

  “My right-hand man,” Jack said.

  “You got an oversized right hand, then. Elephantiasis or somethin’.”

  “Just get us back to the room, Sid,” I said.

  “‘Just get us back to the room, Sid,’” Sid muttered, shaking his head as he started the car. “This ain’t a fuckin’ cab, you know.”

  We explained the situation on the way to Sid’s hotel, and how the authorities might be looking for us. He dropped us off on a nearby residential street, then went on ahead and opened a side door for us when we walked up to the rear of the hotel.

  “I guess you’ll be wantin’ separate rooms,” he groused as we shuffled in.

  “Why?” Jack asked.

  “Bonin’.”

  “Sid!” I hissed.

  “I think they already did that,” Kade said in his deadpan voice.

  “Well you ain’t doin’ it in my room,” Sid said.

  I turned red. Jack just grinned.

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  Once we were inside Sid’s room, I borrowed his charger and plugged in my phone.

  “What’s the plan, Stan?” Sid asked.

  “Call Sloane, get what she promised me, and hit Lou’s meth operation,” Jack said – then made a face and groaned. “Shit…”

  “What?”

  “I don’t have her number. My phone got shot.”

  “I’ve got it,” Kade said. “As long as it’s the same as it was two years ago.”

  “It is,” Jack said excitedly, and motioned with his hand. “Let me see it.”

  Kade tossed him his cell, and Jack scrolled through the contact list.

  “It’s almost four in the morning,” I pointed out.

  “Can’t do anything but try,” Jack said.

  He hit the dial button, then placed the cell on speaker phone.

  Sloane’s sleepy voice answered on the fourth ring. “Hey hot stuff, is this a booty call?”