Protected by the Biker (Grim Reaper MC)

by Savannah Rylan

  “For now, yes, but it won’t be for long. They’re going to look for vengeance. They’re not just going to disappear in silence when we destroyed their prostitution ring,” Axel continued and everyone fell silent again.

  “They’ve been quiet for some time now,” Tank was the one who spoke now and Axel shrugged his shoulders.

  “That doesn’t mean anything. In the meantime, we can’t be waiting around like a bunch of sitting fucking ducks, hoping that they don’t retaliate,” Axel said.

  “How do we prepare ourselves for a retaliation?” I asked and Axel looked me directly in the eye.

  “That is the exactly kind of question I want you boys to ask me. We have our first shipment of firepower coming in tomorrow,” Axel replied, speaking to me directly now and I nodded my head. I was pleased with the direction this meeting was taking. I’d been tired of sitting around and drinking ourselves to death. Just as Axel had said, I wanted to get up and get going; to prepare ourselves for a retaliation from the Dragon Knights. We all knew it was coming, and we could only hope that it would come later rather than sooner.

  However, if Axel had already arranged for a shipment of firearms for our MC; it would mean that we would be well prepared. The Dragon Knights were already trading weapons, this way we would have the same strength as them.

  “And in case any of you are wondering; with this first shipment, we will have more firepower than those assholes already do. There are four more on their way,” Axel continued and a collective cheer rang around the bar. Gunner and I exchanged looks and we nodded our heads at each other. He and I had discussed this already. We were on the same page as Axel.

  “Gunner, Hunter and Tank; I want you boys to meet with our new associates. The weapons need to get safely into our warehouse,” Axel added and we nodded our heads at him.

  “Long Beach?” Gunner clarified and Axel confirmed it.

  “When is it due to arrive?” I asked, speaking through the frenzied chatter that had erupted in the bar now. I was conscious of taking Marco to the VA the next day. Our appointment with Kylie was at four.

  “Two,” Axel replied and I tried to cover up the relief flooding my face. If I had to choose, I’d choose the MC over Marco and Kylie but I didn’t want to have to be in a position to choose. I was desperate to see that woman again. I was beginning to feel hungry for her already.

  I heard the sound of bottles of beer clinking together. Someone had already started passing them around. When Tank handed one to me, I chugged the beer down thirstily because I needed something to numb my thoughts about Kylie.

  “Steady on cowboy!” Tank laughed as he passed me another one. I started guzzling this one down as well. Anything to make me forget that I had met Kylie that day. The last thing I wanted to do was acknowledge the fact that a woman had a strange reaction on me. My brothers didn’t need to know that. Nobody needed to know that except me. Axel closed our church session and the rest of the MC started to gather around the bar.

  I followed the others to our usual table and sat down, preparing myself for another night of mad drinking. I didn’t know yet how many beers it would take for me to forget about Kylie and her gorgeous body, so I kept drinking.

  By the time it was midnight, I was laughing too hard and cheering too loud with my brothers. I could still sense Kylie’s presence in the back of my head, a burning desire for her body. That was probably what kept me away from Jessica and all the other chicks that night, but I was glad that I had decided to drink myself to sleep.

  Eventually, just like the others, I passed out at the table with a beer in my hand sometime in the early hours of the morning. And thankfully, it was a blank deep sleep and I didn’t fantasize about Kylie. At least not till I woke up the next morning.

  CHAPTER 6

  Hunter

  Marco clucked his tongue as I wheeled him back into the VA building the next day. The shipment of weapons had come in earlier without a hitch, and I was happy that I was able to grab Marco with enough time to make his appointment. At least he wasn’t resistant to going back there and I had a feeling that Kylie had something to do with it. She had managed to make him feel comfortable, without acting pitiful. She had treated him with respect and he had been able to sense that she genuinely wanted to help him. Kylie Aston was definitely good at her job.

  Marco pushed open the door of the physical therapy room with his foot and I saw Kylie instantly. She was standing over her desk, reading the ledger she had been writing on the previous day and once again, I felt an electric shock run down my spine when I saw her.

  She looked up when she heard us enter and then shut the ledger close with a thump. The action made some of her curls fly in front of her face, and I couldn’t think of anyone else who had looked this beautiful before.

  Kylie was in the same scrubs as the previous day. Nothing was different about her appearance other than the color of the shirt that she was wearing underneath. Also, her green eyes looked brighter, less tired today and maybe I was imagining it, but there was more color on her lips. Like she had put on a colored lip gloss today. Was Kylie trying harder with her appearance? Now that she knew I was going to turn up? There was no harm in fantasizing, I thought to myself.

  She had the same kind smile on her face as she walked towards us.

  “How are we doing today?” she asked, in her genuinely polite tone and Marco smiled at her. I realized that Marco was smiling more now since he had met Kylie. One of the other positive effects she was having on him!

  “Are we ready to get started? I don’t want to keep you too long,” Kylie said and she took the control of the wheelchair from me and walked Marco towards the levers. I noticed how she hadn’t greeted me and how she was trying to avoid my eyes. I was getting the sense that Kylie was trying to keep her distance. She was resisting her attraction to me, which only made me want her more.

  I stood at the back as I watched the two of them together. Kylie helped Marco out of his wheelchair and on to the levers. Just like the previous day, Marco had to put in his full force to be able to balance himself using the levers. But he wasn’t giving up yet and Kylie encouraged him to take the steps, one at a time.

  Marco was clearly in excruciating pain, and I knew that he was a fighter. But the fact that he was pushing himself so hard also had something to do with Kylie. I knew that he wanted to impress her, for her to think more highly of him. And if that was going to help him get better, then who was I to divert his attention from her? After all, didn’t I want my friend to get well?

  But the more I watched Kylie, the more I couldn’t help hoping that she would look at me again. She was concentrating on her patient though, she had barely looked at me once since I arrived and I could feel myself getting desperate for her attention.

  I thrust my hands into the pockets of my jeans as I stood there. There was nothing else for me to do but to stare at her. I had to have her. I felt like I was going to burst at the seams if I didn’t do something about it. I had already endured one entire day of thinking about nothing else but her.

  Even when I went with Gunner and Tank to the warehouse, to take care of the shipment; I felt like a zombie doing work mechanically. If I was hungover, I couldn’t feel it. If I was bored, I didn’t know it. All I could think about was how angry my cock was that I wasn’t inside her. It was like my crotch had a mind of its own and it had taken complete control over the rest of my body and mind.

  I saw Kylie and Marco laughing. They had fallen into a natural comfort in each other’s presence as they worked. The more I watched them, the more I could see the marked difference in Marco’s demeanor. The man wasn’t as enraged as he was ever since his injury. Neither did he look depressed and he spoke casually, making jokes and flirting lightly with Kylie. And as glad as I was that he was in the capable hands of a therapist like her, I also couldn’t help but want her at the same time.

  This wasn’t just about Marco anymore, this was also about me and what my cock wanted. And it wanted her. />
  I had no idea how long I’d been standing there, staring at her move and work. It was only when she started helping Marco on to the wheelchair and began bringing him back towards me that I looked at my watch. Twenty minutes had just flown by, and I had done nothing else the entire time other than stare at Kylie and fantasize about her.

  “Just one day and your friend is already making amazing progress,” Kylie said, in her usual airy light voice and I felt my cock move in my pants again. Marco in his wheelchair was beaming at me too.

  “Kylie’s signed me up for a support group,” Marco’s voice interrupted my thoughts and when I looked at him, I saw that he was still beaming. Marco wanted to go to a support group? It was as ridiculous as flying pigs. He must have seen the shock on my face, because he tried to justify his actions immediately.

  “Kylie thinks it will help me cope. There’s one in half an hour. Will you drop me there, man?” he said and I shrugged my shoulders.

  “If Kylie thinks it’ll help,” I said and looked at her. She had been staring at me, and now her cheeks flushed but she held my gaze.

  “Marco needs to surround himself with people who will understand what he’s going through,” she explained. “Not that you’re not being an immense help to him already,” she was quick to add and I nodded at her.

  “I know my limitations,” I said to her and Kylie looked away from me and at Marco again.

  “I’ll see you in a couple of days, Marco. Take care of yourself,” she said to him and Marco already started wheeling himself out of the room, leaving me behind. I couldn’t drag my gaze away from Kylie, especially since she was looking at me too. Almost like she was trying to tell me something.

  I wanted to tell her something too. That I wanted to fuck her. That I wanted to know just how tight her pussy was. Kylie’s lips fell open and a glazed look came over her eyes. It was like she could hear everything I was thinking, and like she agreed with it all. She wanted exactly what I wanted.

  Turning on my heels, I followed Marco out of the physical therapy room. I had managed to stop myself just in time from saying more than Kylie wanted to hear.

  ***

  “What are you doing?” Marco asked me, when I joined him outside. He was wheeling himself without any help from me and he tried to keep pace with me as I hurried towards the doors of the building. I felt like I was about to burst. It had taken every ounce of strength I had to not grab Kylie and kiss her.

  “What are you talking about, man?” I asked him, without looking at him and ran a hand through my hair in frustration.

  “You look like you’re going to get blue balls if you don’t do something about this shit storm you’ve created for yourself,” Marco was zooming himself with me and we both burst out through the doors of the VA. I needed the fresh air and I gulped in a lung full. Blue Balls? I had never known what that felt like before, but clearly Marco did.

  “I’m driving you to your fucking group meeting thing, whatever it is,” I snapped at him in frustration and immediately regretted my tone. Marco clearly had bigger problems in his life than I did. All I was going through was a desperate need to fuck a woman I couldn’t have.

  Marco however, seemed unaffected by my tone of voice. He followed me to the car and I popped open the back door to help him in. When he sat down on the seat and just when I was about to shut the door, he stopped me.

  “Just drop me there and get back here, Hunter,” he said, with a look of complete seriousness on his face.

  “What are you trying to say?” I asked him, in a quieter voice now.

  “You know exactly what I’m saying, Hunter. The two of you would have ripped each other’s clothes apart if I wasn’t in that room,” Marco said with a smirk now and I ran a hand through my hair again.

  “She’s your therapist,” I told him, gripping the car door tightly with my hand.

  “Does that matter?”

  “She’s supposed to help you get better. I don’t want to screw this up for you,” I told him, glaring at Marco in the eye. He let out a small laugh and then shrugged his shoulders.

  “You are both adults. I’m pretty sure the two of you can handle a quickie without letting me meddle in it,” Marco said, the laugh still lingering in his voice. I shut the door on him and got into the driver’s seat.

  As I started the car, I could see Marco staring at me, the grin still on his face as he watched me.

  “Just get back there, Hunter. She wants you. All she could do was keep herself from looking at you the whole time. Maybe she’ll work better once she’s been laid,” Marco said with another laugh, and I wanted to snap at him again, threaten him to not speak of Kylie that way, but I remained silent.

  What I was feeling for Kylie wasn’t something I wanted to discuss with Marco or anyone else. I was at war with myself over it. My need for Kylie was reaching a level of obsession and I knew Marco was right. I had to have her for this to be over. Even just a quick fuck would do, I just needed to feel her body. But if she didn’t want it…

  I drove Marco towards the address he had given me for the group therapy. I could sense him looking at me through the rearview mirror but I tried to avoid meeting his eyes. If he had seen it, Kylie would have seen it too. She would know exactly how much I wanted her. And yet, she had done or said nothing to indicate that she wanted the same thing. I was trying to convince myself that Marco was wrong about what she wanted.

  At the address, I parked the car outside the community center and then helped him get out of the car.

  “I’ll take it from here,” he said to me knowingly and without another word, I got back in my car and drove. I was breaking every rule of the road. Fuck speed limits. My cock was the one doing the driving.

  ***

  I could hear my shoes crunching on the floor as I walked down the spotlessly clean hallways of the VA. The door creaked when I pushed it open and I saw Kylie sitting at her desk in the physical therapy room. She looked up at me with her gorgeous green eyes, and for some reason she didn’t look surprised when she saw me. It was like she was expecting me there or was hoping I would come back.

  I didn’t say a word to her when I stepped in. With my eyes still on her, I twisted the key in the lock and walked towards her.

  “Do you have any more appointments today?” I asked her, in a low deep voice and she only shook her head in response.

  I walked around the table, and stood over her, staring straight into her eyes till she finally parted her lips to speak. But she said nothing, only licked her lips till the glossy moisture on them made them shiny.

  I lunged at her with my full force and our lips met with a sizzle. I grabbed her jaw with a hand, kissing her deeply, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and she moaned lightly. I was towering over her, kissing her wildly and her chair creaked with my weight, arching backwards as I kept her body in position.

  Kylie was kissing me back, tipping her head sideways so I could get full access to her mouth. No woman before her had tasted this sweet and my tongue plunged into her mouth. She was moaning still, her eyelids fluttering as she kissed me back and her hands travelled up and down my arms.

  Scooping her by her waist, I lifted her up from her chair and it crashed backwards to the floor. Gently, and pulling my lips away from her mouth, I placed her on her desk and stepped away from her. Her eyelids were heavy and her pupils were glazed. She was breathing heavily as she sat there, slightly in shock and with her freckled cheeks flushed.

  “I’m going to rip your clothes,” I told her in a deep grumbling voice and I thought she would object. Instead, she thrust her breasts out towards me, inviting me to do what I had just threatened her with. I had to force my hands to stop shaking as I reached for the V neck collar of her scrub-shirt. I clutched it then ripped, the cloth came apart easily and I pulled it down till it fell away. She was in a thin blue cotton shirt. Her breasts were as large as I imagined them, nearly popping open the buttons on her shirt. I grabbed the collar and started pulling it apart t
oo.

  Kylie gasped when her body was revealed to me. She was in a sexy white lace bra, through which I could see the pale pink outlines of her nipples, they were standing up erect now. Our eyes met and I noticed how her lips were hanging open again, she was in a sort of daze, just like I was.

  “I want to see you naked,” I mumbled under my breath and then she reached for the clasps on her back. I watched in absolute awe as her bra came away and fell down to her waist. Her deliciously full breasts bounced into view, her thick nipples were achingly erect and yearning for my mouth. She was sitting on the desk, her legs dangling off the edge and she had pressed her thighs together.

  I stepped towards her, placing my hands on her thighs. Her body shuddered from my touch and I pushed her legs apart. Now I could wedge myself between her thighs and I pressed my throbbing erect cock to her warm pussy. I could feel the wetness spreading, through my jeans, through her pants.

  Kylie arched her back away from me, tipping her head back so that her tight blond curls fell down like a gorgeous golden waterfall behind her. Her breasts were presented upwards now to me and I had no choice but to reach for them.

  I held her by her bare waist with one hand, pulling her closer to me. And my other hand reached for her right breast, cupping it, squeezing it and directing her nipple to my mouth. When I started sucking on it, she moaned again. She shuddered. She tasted almost fruity as I sucked, toying with her nipple with my tongue. Sucking, nibbling, lapping at her skin like a hungry dog. I wanted to taste every inch of her body and her breasts were a good place to start.

  Kylie wriggled with pleasure in my arms. Her hands reached for my head and she weaved her fingers through my hair, holding me in position while I remained latched on to her breast.

  “Oh, my God…” she breathed in a hoarse whisper as I continued to suck, slowly and tenderly. I had never wanted to take this much time to taste a woman before. Even though I knew we didn’t have much time, I was in no rush.