Protected by the Biker (Grim Reaper MC)

by Savannah Rylan

  Laiken scooted closer to me on the couch. Her hands gripped mine, clinging to them as her eyes held my stare. Another tear leaked down her face, and I wanted to wipe it away, but she held my hands firmly in her lap.

  “I have so many more questions,” she said.

  “I’ll try to answer them the best I can,” I said.

  “I just don’t even know where to begin.”

  “I’m sorry, Laiken. I’m sorry all of this came to such a head and that you had to find out from someone that wasn’t me.”

  “It was a fucking shocker to see your picture up there, that’s for sure,” she said.

  I studied her closely as her fingernails picked at my nail beds. It was a nervous tick she had when we were dating. If something were on her mind, she would pick at her nail beds. But if we were holding hands and something was worrying her, she would pick at mine. It took me a while to catch onto, but it earned me so much more sex with her. At the beginning that was the point. Having all of the debauched sex I could with her smoking hot body. But as we continued to spend time with one another, I grew to care about her mental state. Her emotional state. I came to care about who she was as a person and what she wanted to do with her life. There was really no point where we declared ourselves ‘together.’ It just was one day.

  Natural. Like that shit should be.

  “Laiken, what’s wrong?” I asked.

  She snickered and shook her head, sniffling to try and hide her worry.

  “Did something happen at work?” I asked.

  “So much,” she said. “So much swirling around in my head. I just can’t seem to get any of it to take root.”

  “Just start talking,” I said. “I’ll try to make sense of it.”

  Her eyes slowly panned up to mine before she leaned in closer to me.

  “Just give me a moment.”

  Her lips landed on mine as her body straddled my lap. She took me to my back, the couch cushions bracing my fall as her tongue devoured my lips. I accepted her fully, wanting nothing more than to make her happy. My hands pulled her shirt from her pants, stripping her of her uniform and the layers that separated our bodies.

  I wrung my hands within the tendrils of her beautiful blonde hair. She sank to her knees, pulling down my pants, as my cock bounced for her, precome leaking from its head. Her eyes fluttered up towards mine as she greedily gobbled me down, taking me all the way to the back of her throat. My hips shot off the couch, stuffing her full as her nails dug into my thighs.

  I fucking missed her like this. I missed her wanton and desperate for me.

  Her cheeks hollowed out, and I could feel her throat closing around my dick. My hips pumped into her mouth as my hand held her steady. Her spit was dripping onto my stomach as her hand worked the base of my cock. I could feel her tongue wrapping around the tip as I fell back down to the couch.

  “Holy shit, Laiken. You’re so beautiful. So… so fucking beautiful.”

  She released my cock with a pop and rushed up my body. She undid and pants and stepped out them, and her panties as her lips crashed into mine. I could taste myself on her. She straddled my lap, her pussy dripping onto me as her hands wound tightly into my hair. I could feel her warmth hovering over me as her tits swung in front of my lips.

  “I just want to protect you,” I said wish a whisper.

  I reached forward with my lips and wrapped them around her nipple. She dug her hands into my hair, pulling me closer to her breasts. My hands grabbed onto her body, her love handles molding to my grasp as I imprinted my hand on her skin. I flicked and sucked and circled her nipples, listening to her gasps and whimpers pour forth from her lips. My cock was trembling to be inside her as she hovered over it. It ached with salacious need. I bit down into the meat of her breast as I sank her pussy onto me, and as she sank all the way down, I heard those words pour forth.

  “I love you, Jace.”

  Our eyes connected as our foreheads rested against each other. My hands were planted on her thighs, ready to hold her to me as I fucked her stupid. I breathed her air and was encompassed by her warmth. Her body molded to me like it had all those years before and I could feel her juices trickling onto the couch. I rushed my hands up her back, taking in all of her before I leaned in and captured her lips.

  “I love you, too, Laiken. I never fucking stopped.”

  Her hips rose up and slammed down onto me. Her lips swallowed my groans as she did it over and over again. I grabbed onto her thighs, pressing bruises into her skin as I raised my hips to connect with hers. I felt her tits bouncing against my body as my muscles worked to fill her pleasure.

  “Fuck, Jace. You fill me so well.”

  “Your pussy’s always been tight for me. I can’t get enough.”

  I slammed up into her as sweat poured down her face. Her skin was glistening as her creaminess slicked my cock. I could feel her walls fluttering around me, begging my cock to get bigger and spill into her body. My balls were pulling up into me as her motions began to stutter, and I knew she was close to her end.

  “Just a little longer. Please,” Laiken said.

  “You’ve forgotten who I am already,” I said with a grin. “I’m the man who loves you. Who memorized you. Who cherished you. I’m the man who made you shake at three in the morning. Who pulled you from a restful night’s sleep coming on my cock. I’ve memorized every peak and valley. I know every button and hideaway spot. There isn’t a part of you that hasn’t been covered in me.”

  “Fuck Jace,” she said in a whisper. “Holy shit.”

  I slid my fingers between her pussy lips and found her pulsing clit. I slammed myself into her one last time as I pressed my fingers deep, and that was all it took. My cock pumped thread of my come into her body as her walls clamped down, holding me in their vice grip as her body shook. She was speechless, and I was grunting. Her pussy was devouring me, and my cock was cradled within her. My muscles contracted, spasming with their ecstasy as Laiken clung as tightly as she could to my body.

  Then she collapsed on me, her lips pressing lazy kisses into my shoulder.

  “I love you,” she said, panting.

  “I love you, too, Laiken. I love you, too.”

  Chapter 24

  Laiken

  My eyes fluttered open, and I could feel Jace’s arms around me. My eyes took in the slowly setting sun as the sting between my legs slowly surfaced. I stretched and groaned, pushing my ass into something solid and hard.

  “Sleep well?” Jace asked.

  I turned around in his arms and found him grinning at me. I pressed my lips to his, smelling my sweat upon his skin. He held me close as we laid there on the couch, naked underneath the blanket he must’ve pulled over us.

  “I get it, you know,” I said.

  “Get what?” he asked.

  “Why you had to push me away like that.”

  I saw Jace nod as his grin slid from his face.

  “What are you going to do now?” he asked as his eyes focused behind me.

  I turned around to see what his eyes were focused on and saw my badge lying on the floor.

  “I’m not sure,” I said. “As a cop, I should’ve carted you off to jail with all the things you told me this morning.”

  “I know,” he said as he let out a sigh.

  “You’re an outlaw, and I’m a cop. This can’t work between us, right?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. You tell me,” he said.

  “Don’t play that game. Don’t do that.”

  “I made my choice, Laiken. I’m laying here with you. I haven’t gotten up, and I’m not second-guessing my choices that got me here. Technically the club could kill me if they wanted for opening up to you like that. But I am still here. So… you tell me.”

  I sat up on the couch and put my head in my hands. Jace sat up and wiggled his way behind me, his arms threading around my waist. He pulled me flush to his chest before he settled the blanket around my body, and I drew in a deep breath at his touch. I
felt so beautiful and safe wrapped up in his arms. That was something that had never changed.

  I wasn’t sure if it was something that ever would.

  “If you want, we can figure this out,” Jace said.

  “I just don’t know how.”

  “It’s usually why couples work together,” he said.

  “Oh, so we’re a couple now?” I asked.

  “We just professed our undying love for one another. I’d say that makes us a couple, yes.”

  “Undying, huh?”

  “What would you call it?” he asked.

  “A fit of passion because I was about to come?”

  I heard him sigh as he leaned his head forward. His lips pressed a kiss into my shoulder. A kiss that drew goosebumps upon my skin. A shiver ricocheted down my spine that I couldn't control, and I felt Jace grin into my skin.

  “I know you should cart me off to jail. It’s your duty as an officer of the law. But hear me out for a second, okay?”

  “Why?” I asked.

  “We’re not the bad club in town.”

  “The Road Rebels?” I asked.

  “Right. It’s The Devil Saints. Laiken, they don’t just run drugs. They prostitute their own women. Sell them off to men to do whatever those men need them to do, including running their drugs during their transactions. They work their children to the bone. They own half the illegal strip clubs in Henderson-”

  “Strip clubs?” I asked.

  “The Devil Saints have this thing call pop-up clubs. They are usually in the back of their bars, and inside anything goes. I’ve heard stories of men rushing the fucking stage and raping those women right there on the fucking floor.”

  “Are you serious?” I asked. “Can you prove any of this shit?”

  “Not the kind of proof you need that keeps me from being a fucking rat.”

  “Shit,” I said.

  “They’re the bad ones. Not us. We have morals.”

  “A motorcycle club with morals?”

  “We don’t sell our women, we protect our kids, we nurture our families, and we keep our nose to the ground. We’re not like The Devil Saints. Nowhere near it,” he said.

  “Do you guys run drugs as well?”

  Jace fell silent, and I turned myself around in his arms. I straddled his lap, feeling his cock twitch right back to life. He sucked in a short hiss of air through his teeth as I ground down into his hips.

  “Do you, The Road Rebels, run drugs?” I asked again.

  “That’s a hell of interrogation tactic you got there, Laiken. You use that on people all the time?”

  I grinned before I rolled into his hips again.

  “Yes,” he said with a grunt. “But we don’t do the really hard shit.”

  “So not any heroin,” I said.

  “So you do know a bit about us,” he said.

  “Rumors and chatter. Nothing that can be proven,” I said. “You’re welcome for the tidbit, by the way.”

  “Can I have the main course now?”

  He grabbed onto my hips and situated his cock at my entrance.

  “Not so fast,” I said. “I’m not done.”

  “Shit. What, Laiken?”

  I looked into Jace’s eyes before they fell to his chest. I had always admired his tattoos, but there were a couple on his arms I didn’t recognize. One was a wrap-around bicep tattoo. Something in Latin or some shit. But the one that caught my eye brought me back to reality.

  It was a tattoo of The Road Rebels logo, along with his club-given name.

  “Laiken? What’s wrong?” Jace asked.

  “Sorry,” I said. “I have to go.”

  I slid from his lap before his hands had the chance to clamp me to my spot. I gathered up my clothes, jumping into them and trying to piece myself together. I had fucking work to do. I had a captain I had to report to. I had to somehow erase the bullshit that had taken place over the course of today and walk in like I didn’t have a damn connection to one of the fucking motorcycle clubs we were investigating.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Laiken. Slow the fuck down.”

  “How am I supposed to feel?” I asked.

  “I was hoping ready to fuck me again,” Jace said. “Now slow down and tell me what the hell happened.”

  I turned towards him and took in his naked body. His chiseled abs were shining in the sun streaming through the window. His cock was swinging log between his legs, ready for another round at the drop of a damn hat. The veins in his arms were throbbing, and the muscles in his legs were twitching. Holy fuck, this man was the finest slice of marble I’d ever carved my fingers through.

  I shook my head and closed my eyes, trying to bring myself back to reality.

  “I’m not going to bring you in,” I said as I hooked my belt around my body. “But I just need time to sort through all this.”

  “You can do that here. I can cook us some dinner, you can call in sick-”

  “You don’t get to make decisions on my fucking career, Jace. You hear me?”

  I lowered my finger as his eyes settled onto my face.

  “Okay, okay. I’m sorry, all right? If you need time and space to think, I get it. It’s a lot to digest.”

  “Fucking right, it is,” I said.

  “Just… let me know when you get to wherever you’re going.”

  “You worried about me or some shit?” I asked.

  “Always.”

  I turned my head to take him in one last time. His rock hard chest and his dazzling brown eyes. That short, trimmed up beard that felt so good against my skin and those lips that had uttered the words I had longed to for years.

  “And put some fucking clothes on,” I said.

  He grinned at me as I reached for his door.

  “Yes, officer.”

  Chapter 25

  Snake

  I watched Laiken walk out the door before I dug out my damn cell phone. I needed to call Mac. This shit couldn’t go on any longer, and they needed to know. They needed to know about Laiken and I and about the bit of information I could get out of her before she left.

  They were gonna be pissed and had the right to vote me out of the club, but I was hoping to talk them into an idea that could solve all this shit for us.

  I texted Mac and told him we needed to call church again. He was calling my phone before I could get it back in my pocket, but I didn’t care. He had the text message, and I was ready to sit down and talk with all of them. We needed to figure out how the hell we were gonna distance ourselves from all this shit before things spiraled way out of control.

  I locked up the house and headed back to the shop. The sun was beginning to set, and it cast a warm glow over the streets. It was my favorite time of day to ride. When the sun wasn’t high enough to singe my leather, but it wasn’t low enough to force me to turn my lights on. It was relaxing for me, and it made sense that I would be driving through this time of day before looking my men in the face and telling them I was in love with a fucking cop.

  Shit. This was all gonna explode like a damn gas tank in a fire.

  I pulled up to the shop and saw all the guys gathered out front. They had their arms crossed over their chests like I was some sort of fugitive being harbored. I pushed through all of them and led the way into the shop, but the door didn’t even close before I was hit with my first question.

  “What the fuck is this about?” Fox asked.

  “Your eye still hurt?” I asked.

  “We’re serious. You come in here and fuck everything up, leave again for the day, and come back saying you’ve got information for us. Now spit it out,” Hawk said.

  “I want you guys to remember what exactly you did for Hawk before I get into my story,” I said.

  “Oh, shit. Another fucking woman,” Mac said.

  “Hey. Syd’s not just some ‘fucking woman,’” Hawk groundout. “She’s special to all of us.”

  “Yeah, well. Her being special also got her, and your daughter wrapped up into this shit,�
�� I said.

  “I’m protecting my family, Snake,” Hawk said as he got up in my face. “And what are you doing? Betraying us!” Fox said.

  “I’m not betraying anyone! Now sit the fuck down, or I’m gone along with my information,” I said.

  “She must be a hell of a woman if you’re bucking up against me,” Mac said.

  “She is,” I said as I turned towards him. “Just… listen okay?”

  We all sat down and took some breaths so our tempers could cool down. I gathered my thoughts and tried to figure out the best way to begin this conversation. I was wondering how the fuck I could make this work with Laiken. How in the world our two lives could collide.

  I loved her. I loved her with everything inside of me. But with the DEA and The Devil Saints swirling with shit around here, I didn’t see how it was possible for us to be together.

  My mind was failing me. This didn’t have anything to do with numbers or figures. This had to do with lives and livelihoods and handcuffs and drugs. This had to do with loyalty and keeping my mouth shut. This had nothing to do with anything I was comfortable with, and it pissed me off even more.

  We all knew if the DEA could get The Devil Saints away for good, then we would be good. But it felt like they were trying to take down two birds with one stone. They had all they needed in order to take down their club, but for some reason, they were waiting it out. Why? Why had they not just arrested them for having the fucking drugs in the first place? One reason could be that with this cartel bullshit, they were trying to backtrack to the source. Cut off the supply of drugs coming into Nevada as well as take down their club. But if they kept digging down that rabbit hole, eventually we would come up. Whether they figured out we planted the drugs or whether they figured out we ran drugs ourselves, it was going to get messy.

  Either way, we were all going to be in the middle of it.

  The only way things would be safe is if we got out of drug-running altogether. Cut our ties, shut down our trade routes, and fucking laid low. The more bullshit and baggage we could unload, the better. But I wasn’t sure how the club was going to take that.

  Drug-running wasn’t the bulk of our monetary income. It was a side-business, but it was lucrative. It was a combination of the drug running the mechanic shop and the bar that was our main business. The drug running was something we could do in a hurry when we needed quick cash. There had been small talk for a while about us finding something other than drugs for income but during church, we never fully voted on anything.