Midnight Obsession: A Midnight Riders Motorcycle Club Romance Part 4

by Olivia Thorne

  I know it sounds strange, but I felt oddly comforted.

  “I don’t think they’ll put you in prison for twenty years,” I said, in as light a tone of voice as I could muster.

  “Trust me, if they put you in the pen, they’re gonna toss me in, too, and throw away the key.”

  “Naaah… twenty years for revealing the identity of an undercover agent, plus telling you, Sid, and Kade… you’ll be out at least ten years before me.”

  “Well, we’ll have to get married before, then, so we can get conjugal visits.”

  I looked at him in surprise. He was joking, but it was a hell of an unexpected turn to the conversation.

  I decided not to get all serious about it, though. “So you’ll come to the women’s prison and give me a good pounding every once in a while?” I asked seductively.

  He laughed. “Every chance I get, baby. Every chance I get.”

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  We found a trail down to a deserted beach and walked along the rocky shore in the twilight, our boots crunching in the broken shells.

  “Don’t think I’ve ever done this before,” he said.

  “What, take a walk with a pretty woman?” I teased him.

  “Not by the beach. Not since I was thirteen, anyway.”

  “You must have made all the little teenage girls fall in love.”

  He got a dark look on his face. “Wasn’t much time for that.”

  “Why, were you in a biker gang even way back then?”

  “No.”

  I could tell I was treading in dangerous territory, but I wanted to know what was going on in his head. “Then what?”

  “Between working a job after school to help my mom, and taking care of her after my old man would beat on her, there wasn’t much time for girls.”

  Damn.

  Guess I was hearing about the demons after all.

  “Sorry,” I mumbled.

  “It’s okay. It’s all in the past.”

  “What happened to them?”

  “Don’t know about my dad. Probably died drunk and alone in a gutter somewhere. When I was sixteen and finally got big enough, I threatened to kill him unless he walked away and left my mother alone for good.”

  I looked at him in shock. “Did he?”

  “No, he broke my arm and three ribs. The first time, anyway.”

  “There was a second time?”

  “Oh yeah. He was scared the county’d put him in jail for kicking my ass, so he took off. Came back a year later, when I was seventeen. Then I broke both his arms and five of his ribs. Never saw him again.”

  “What about your mom?”

  “She remarried after I left home at eighteen. Nice guy. Move to Reno, had a good ten years or so with him.”

  “What happened?”

  “Car accident. Couple of years ago.”

  “I’m sorry, Jack,” I said softly.

  “She was happy until the end. That’s all you can ask for, the way I see it. Happy and free till the end.”

  “You weren’t happy with Sloane?”

  “The first couple of years were good, but eventually I was miserable. What we had was never enough for her. It was always about more, more, more. If it wasn’t for the Midnight Riders, I would have been happy to just ride the back roads of America for the next thirty years, staying in motels and campgrounds and having sex out under the stars.”

  Wow.

  Sounded good to me.

  “Are you happy now?” I asked.

  He stopped me, turned my body towards him, and held my face in one hand.

  “More than I’ve ever been in my life,” he said, and kissed me.

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  That kiss got hot and heavy pretty quick.

  First his hands roamed from my face down to my waist, and then finally to my ass, which he held good and tight as he pulled me hard against his body.

  Meanwhile, I started rubbing my hands across his chest… and then went lower to his abs… and before I knew it, I was stroking him through his jeans – every long, hard, thick inch of him.

  Mmmm…

  You can’t turn a man on like that and not expect him to return the favor. He squeezed my breasts as we French-kissed, then unzipped my jeans and slipped his hand down between my thighs.

  Oh God

  “Fuck… you’re so wet,” he whispered as the tip of his finger massaged my clit, making my knees buckle.

  A really big wave crashed on the shore (that’s not a metaphor – it was an actual wave on the beach), and I came back to reality.

  We were in a public place, for God’s sake, feeling each other up like two horny teenagers.

  A deserted public place, yeah… but still.

  “Maybe we should take this back to the cottage,” I murmured, then moaned as he slipped one finger inside me. He pulled it back out, wet and slippery, and caressed my clit some more.

  “Let’s do it here,” he whispered as he nibbled at my neck.

  “…what? No…”

  “We fucked the other night in the desert,” he reminded me.

  “Nobody was around!”

  “Nobody’s around here, either.”

  He had a point… I guess…

  I couldn’t concentrate. I was inching closer and closer to orgasm, and my thinking was getting foggier by the second…

  “Let’s do it here,” he growled.

  “No…”

  “Yes…”

  I didn’t say anything this time. With his finger doing what it was doing, it was way too difficult to speak coherently.

  Somehow his fly had come undone – did I do that?! – and I was stroking his bare cock now, loooong strokes up and down his shaft, his skin hot and feverish in my hand.

  I was barely aware I was doing it. I was too distracted by his kisses on my neck and the waves of pleasure fluttering through my thighs as he started rubbing my clit faster, firmer.

  “Fuck me here,” he growled.

  “…ummmmmm,” I moaned as I felt the pre-cum on the tip of his cock suddenly make my fingers slick.

  As my hand glided over him, wet and slippery, I imagined I was actually fucking him… and suddenly I wanted to do that very, very badly.

  “Is there a place… to do it in private?” I gasped as my pussy gave a little contraction, sort of a mini preliminary orgasm.

  In answer, he guided me back to a little ravine near the cliff. It was back far enough from the shore that nobody could see it unless they were right there at the opening.

  We would have looked a sight if anybody’d actually been around to see – us stumbling, kissing each other, him with his huge cock out and me giving him a handjob as his hand vibrated inside my pants.

  Once I had the illusion of privacy, I became a lot more cooperative. Our clothes flew off and he made a little pile on the shells and rocks. Then he sat down Indian-style and naked on the ground, looking up at my face with a mixture of love and lust. I straddled him, grabbed his cock, and slooowly lowered myself down on the tip.

  Oh GOD

  I threw my head back in ecstasy. I was so turned on, so primed by him touching me, that I started to come with just his head inside me.

  As I slid further down his thickness, I came even harder. The orgasm just kept getting more intense as it continued.

  He kissed my breasts, lightly bit my nipples, softly brushed my ass with his fingers as I sank down, down, all the way down on him.

  I tried to stifle my urge to cry out – but when I finally took all of him inside me, he was sooo deep and his girth was filling me up so completely that I couldn’t help but scream the tiniest bit as I hit the peak of my climax.

  I buried my face in the crook of his neck and made high-pitched “unh, unh, unh” sounds as I rocked my hips back and forth so that big, thick cock could hit me oh God Yes YES right there on that spot, that spot right THERE, deep inside, again and again.

  When the contractions finally began to ebb away, I pulled back and looked him in the eyes.


  “That was fucking incredible,” he said hoarsely.

  I nodded mutely. I hadn’t quite gotten back the power of speech.

  Then he grabbed my hair at the base of my neck and gently – but insistently – tugged on it.

  “Fuck me,” he whispered. “Fuck me the way you came just now.”

  It was such a turn-on, that need in his voice, the passion burning hot and bright in his gaze.

  I looked deeply into his eyes, my lips slightly parted, as I started to ride him. Moving up and down with my body, sliding up his cock, all the way to the tip – and then rhythmically back down, his entire shaft wet with my desire. I rocked back and forth, my hips undulating, caressing his cock with my pussy. Every so often I would change it up – bobbing up and down fast, plunging down on him. He would tilt his head back, the cords in his neck tight under the skin, and look like a man in torment as he tried not to come.

  I wanted him to – I wanted him to come so bad. I wanted to see the pleasure on his face, I wanted to feel him explode inside me. I did everything in my power to push him over the edge – but he would stop me at the top of his shaft, forcing me to linger there, just his swollen head inside me… and he would do things to me. Pinch my nipples… wet his finger with his tongue, and then use the wet tip to stroke my clit… clench my ass in his hands and knead my flesh. Move his fingers down to my lips and stroke my pussy, making me whimper and moan and beg him with my eyes to let me keep fucking him.

  Finally he couldn’t stand it anymore, and he pushed me over backwards. I shrieked in surprise, but he lowered me gingerly to the bed of clothes and moved with me, his body now on top. He lifted my legs up so my thighs were against his abs and my feet were over his shoulders – and the entire time, his cock never pulled all the way out.

  Then he eased himself slowly inside me all the way as he stared into my eyes.

  “I love you,” he whispered.

  My heart swelled with an intensity matched only by the pleasure of him slowly filling me up.

  “I love you too,” I gasped.

  “I love you,” he whispered again as he started to thrust faster.

  My eyes rolled back in my head in pleasure. “I… oh… I love you…”

  Deeper.

  “I love you – ”

  “Oh God – Jack – ”

  Harder.

  “I love you – ”

  “Oh Jack – I love you oh God, oh fuck – ”

  “I love you, I love you, I love you – ”

  “Oh – Jack – I loohhhHHHHHH – ”

  I lost control as every muscle in my body exploded in ecstasy.

  I heard him bellow, and I had just enough presence of mind to open my eyes at the last second. I saw him grimace in agony and ecstasy, and then I felt his cock explode inside me, suddenly thicker and even harder as it pushed me further into delirious joy.

  We cried out and stared into each other’s eyes, his fingers in my hair and my hands clutching his, and then he collapsed on top of me, spent, murmuring in my ear, “I love you… I love you… I love you…”

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  We held each other afterwards, our bodies the only thing keeping each other warm against the cool evening air, and stared up at the stars just beginning to appear in the violet sky.

  “I wish we could stay here forever,” I whispered. “I wish the rest of the outside world didn’t even exist, and we could forget everything else.”

  “Me too,” Jack said. “Me too.”

  As the evening chill became too much to bear, we finally got dressed and made our way back to the cottage. Once we were there, we touched, and kissed, and had sex all over again. This time it was gentler than before – bittersweet, almost. We tried to pack as much into that night as possible, from the beach to the bed. We fucked and made love and whispered I love you like it was the last time we could.

  Who knew?

  Maybe it was.

  153

  Lou

  I sat on the porch of the rundown house in a chair older than my grandmother, with my feet kicked up on the rickety railing. I was alone; my boys had taken off an hour ago with the three 55-gallon drums so they could store them at a safer location.

  I smoked another cigar as I waited. The tobacco smoke covered the smell of the burned-out meth lab 400 feet away.

  The moon was high in the sky when I heard the roar of three motorcycle engines.

  As they pulled up in the driveway, I got down off the porch and ambled out to meet them.

  Hector Reyes got off his bike first. Loco Sanchez, the fat-as-fuck VP, was next. He had a side car to balance out his 350-pound ass. Rodrigo was in the rear, skulking around and acting sketchier than I would have liked – but luckily Hector was so fucking pissed at me, he wasn’t paying attention to how cagey his Sergeant-at-Arms was being.

  “Hector,” I said all friendly-like. “Loco. Rodrigo.”

  “What the fuck, cabrón?” Hector snapped. “There better be a damn good reason I came all the fuckin’ way out here to vaca town.”

  “There is, there is,” I reassured him. “I’m lookin’ to do a business deal.”

  Hector stared at me like he couldn’t believe what I’d just said. “A business deal? A business deal?! You get me to ride out to the middle of fuckin’ nowhere in the middle of the fuckin’ night when you should have come to me, on my time table – for a fuckin’ business deal?”

  “You’ll understand why when you hear. Didn’t Rodrigo fill you in?”

  Hector turned and stared daggers at his Sergeant-at-Arms. “He said it was a fuckin’ emergency – that was it.” Then he started chewing out his Number Two in Spanish faster than Speedy Gonzalez.

  Rodrigo looked pissed, but didn’t say anything back.

  “Hold up, Hector,” I said. “Don’t blame Rodrigo – it is an emergency. Time is of the essence.”

  “Okay, gringo, I’ll bite. What the fuck is this amazing business deal you got? A blowjob from your puta of a madre?”

  He and Loco burst out laughing. Rodrigo didn’t.

  I just smiled. “A little bit more than that. One that could net you hombres around, oh, 20 mil.”

  That got his attention. “The fuck you talking about?”

  I gestured at the burnt-out barn, which was barely visible in the lights from the kitchen windows. “As you can see, I’ve had a little trouble with my operations. I need to unload a thousand pounds of ice ASAP to get back on my feet.”

  “Meth?! You fuckin’ dragged me out here to talk about fuckin’ METH?!”

  I held out my arms as though I was mystified. “What, is that a forbidden topic?”

  “The cartel supplies all my inventory, you pinche pendejo! Why the fuck would I want any of your skank-ass, gringo shit when I got my own supply?!”

  “Because the cartel takes 70 percent of your profit, that’s why,” I said. “And I know they don’t supply you jokers with enough to keep up with demand. You got a thousand white trash competitors with no front teeth workin’ out of RVs and rental homes. No way in fuck they’d be able to compete with you unless the market needed more than you could provide.”

  He couldn’t argue with anything I’d said – and he was pissed about it, too. “Where the fuck did you get that number, 70 percent?”

  “Never you mind. Wouldn’t you rather wipe out the white trash and make 90% profit on your own sideline?”

  Hector chuckled and glanced at Loco with a kind of Can you believe this dumbass bullshit? expression before turning back to me. “Okay, first off, the cartel would put me in a shallow grave for pullin’ shit like that behind their back.”

  “No reason they have to know.”

  “If you really believe that, you stupider than you look.”

  “No balls, no billions.”

  “Ain’t no fuckin’ billions.”

  “Your bosses would disagree. They’re rakin’ in fuckin’ billions.”

  “Yeah, well, it ain’t about billions or balls – it’s about brains. And
anybody who’d fuck with my bosses ain’t got none.”

  “You agree with that, Rodrigo?” I asked as I relit my cigar, calm as could fuckin’ be.

  “Yo, why the fuck you talkin’ to him? I’m the one who calls the shots – speakin’ of which, I oughta fuckin’ kill your dumb ass for pullin’ me out here in the middle of the night.”

  “So no deal, then?”

  “No – no fuckin’ deal, you stupid hio de puta.”

  “What about you, fat boy?” I asked Loco. “You of the same mind?”

  “Don’t know who you callin’ fat, ese, but you out of your fuckin’ mind if you think I’m’a go against my prez, homes,” Loco sneered.

  “Might wanna take that promotion right about now, then,” I said as I tapped the ash off my cigar.

  “What?” Hector snapped – right before Rodrigo raised up his pistol and shot Hector in the back of the head.

  He fell in a heap on the ground.

  “What da FUCK?!” Loco screamed, and turned, pawing at his holster for his gun –

  Which gave me the extra second I needed to pull my .357 and shoot him in the temple.

  Fat Boy went over like a heifer in a slaughterhouse.

  Rodrigo and I regarded each other coolly, both of our guns sending up wisps of smoke in the moonlight.

  “I’m taking this to mean you can get the cash together?” I asked.

  “Si.”

  “3.5 million, like we discussed?”

  “Si, si,” he said impatiently.

  “How soon?”

  “How soon can you make delivery?”

  “Tomorrow.”

  “Alright. Tomorrow night, eleven o’clock. You got a place?”

  “Lemme get back to you on that. I’ll call you an hour before. Look… there’s one more piece of the puzzle we need to discuss.”

  “Madre de Dios – ”

  “Hold on, hold on.”

  “Is it that fuckin’ cop?”

  “No, he’s fine. I got him covered, he’ll do exactly what he’s paid to do.”