Jones, Olivia - Bikers From Hell_ Complete Series

by Olivia Jones

  “Get your clothes on fast,” Ryker ordered.

  He went over to a drawer and pulled out a large silver pistol. We quickly got dressed and Ryker tucked the pistol in the belt behind his back. Footsteps pounded up and down the hallway. They could come bursting in at any moment. Ryker locked the door and went back to the dresser. “Help me with this.”

  I took one side and we shifted it over. I thought we were trying to block the door but Ryker stopped short of it. He bent down at the wall and pushed it in. A small square door popped open. Ryker smiled. “I always have an escape plan.” He motioned for me to go first. “I'll follow behind and close the trapdoor behind us.”

  I got down on my hands and knees and looked through the tiny door. The shaft was small but big enough to fit a person crawling through. I glanced back at Ryker and he kicked my butt to get me going. Ouch! I inched my way through the tunnel, wiping cobwebs out of the way. Ryker followed behind and closed the door, cutting off the small amount of light.

  We could hear the door to the bedroom break open. Boots pounded against the floor as they walked around. My pulse was pounding in my ear and fear kept me frozen. A man yelled, “Clear” and walked away. We were safe—for now.

  “Keep going, Brooke,” Ryker whispered.

  I continued my descent into the musty escape. I finally came to another small door that opened to the outside. We were still on the second story and the drop was at least fifteen feet high. “What do you want me to do?”

  “There should be a dumpster right below. Jump down into it.”

  He's got to be kidding. But I knew he wasn't.

  I took a deep breath and looked below—it might as have been a hundred feet. I felt a shove on my ass and I came crashing down into a pile of smelly black trash bags. The overwhelming stench of rotten food made me want to vomit. I quickly climbed out of the dumpster and watched as Ryker made the same leap. His head popped out with some lettuce stuck in his hair. I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous situation.

  Ryker climbed out and joined me. “It's time we split up, Brooke.”

  What is he talking about? “No, I'm staying with you.”

  Ryker and I ducked down behind the dumpster. “Listen to me. They aren't looking for you. You can walk away from this without a scratch.”

  I steeled myself. There was no way in hell Ryker was going to change my mind. “I'm not going anywhere without you.”

  Ryker looked deep into my eyes and kissed me hard. “You're so cute when you're defiant. I don't have time to argue with you. Stay here and I'll get my bike.”

  I nodded and kissed him once again before he went off into the darkness. I sat behind the dumpster, my hands balled up in my lap, my stomach full of nerves. Minutes passed and he still wasn't back. Did he get caught? Should I check out what was going on?

  I stood up and a hand touched my shoulder from behind. I screamed and turned around to find Ryker with his index finger against his lips. His Harley sat behind him, ready to take us away from all this. “Hurry and get on. The feds are crawling all over this place.”

  “You don't have to tell me twice.” I bounced onto the bike behind Ryker and held onto him as he started the motorcycle. We zoomed through the alley and around the front of The Burger Joint. Black SUVs were parked all over the place. A woman with short hair and a suit came running outside the restaurant as we sped away.

  We were going to make it.

  I leaned forward and nuzzled my nose against his neck. I never wanted to leave this motorcycle. The bike suddenly stopped. Why were we stopping so soon? The FBI were probably on our tail. I gazed over to see my apartment.

  “What are we doing here, Ryker? Do you want me to get some stuff?”

  Ryker shook his head. “You can't come with me, Brooke.”

  I hit him in the shoulder as hard as I could, but I knew he couldn't even feel it. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “The FBI are after me and the MC is in handcuffs. I need to escape town until the heat dies down.”

  Ryker killed the engine and got off the bike. I stayed on, hoping to somehow chain myself to the handlebars. “I'm coming with you,” I said, my bottom lip trembling.

  Ryker sighed. “You don't understand. If you come with me, you'll be aiding and abetting a fugitive. That comes with some serious prison time. I can't let you do that.”

  I put my hand on his face and caressed it. “I know that you love me and don't want anything bad to happen. But you need to hear me...I'm not getting off this fucking bike. There's nothing here for me. I'm a stripper for god's sake.”

  Ryker suppressed a chuckle. “You are truly unique, do you know that, Brooke?”

  I pinched both of his cheeks hard. “Just shut up and get back on the bike.”

  Ryker shrugged and kissed me. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.” I will always be by your side, Ryker.

  I looked back at my apartment and realized that I didn't get to say goodbye to Jenny. The FBI would surely talk to her in a couple of days when they figured everything out. It might be awhile before I could contact her. I blew her a kiss as Ryker drove us away.

  We rode through the night, red taillights streaking past my vision, no particular destination in mind. The singular headlight of the motorcycle lit up the road ahead as streetlights flashed by us. We could go anywhere we wanted to. Start over if we had to. As long as we had each other we could get through anything. Our love would protect us.

  Epilogue

  Brooke

  The strawberry margarita was ice cold and tasted like summer. The sun beat down on my tanned skin as the sounds of the ocean crashed in the background. The view was absolutely incredible. The ocean went on for miles and met up with the horizon. The beach was completely deserted except for us. I never pictured myself living the high life. I lifted my sunglasses and looked over at Ryker. My man.

  Ryker lay on the beach chair next to me, his nose deep into a newspaper. His chiseled chest glistened in the sunlight. My thighs were still quivering from when we made love this morning. His body on top of me, thrusting in and out until finishing. I couldn't get enough of him and his thick cock. Just thinking about it brought a smile to my face.

  “How is everything back home?” I asked softly. We had been on the run for months now and even though we were living in paradise, Ryker longed to go back home. His sense of duty to his MC was overriding any sort of fun that he could be having. Knowing that his brothers were in jail made the guilt unbearable. I wanted to be there for him but there wasn't anything I could do.

  Ryker sighed and folded the newspaper. “That FBI Agent Swift is still on the lookout for us.”

  I remembered when Ryker showed me the newspaper with my missing photo on it—a prom photo from high school. There were a couple quotes from Jenny about me being the “most incredible woman ever.” My stomach wrenched at the thought that Jenny probably believed I was hurt or dead. She didn't deserve that. A phone call to her could change all that but there was no way. The FBI probably had her cellphone tapped.

  It didn't take the FBI long to connect the dots and link me to Ryker. The American media was fascinated with the hunt for us. The tabloids labeled us as Bonnie and Clyde, going around robbing banks and killing people. We weren't even in the U.S. anymore. The east coast of Mexico was our home now.

  “What are we going to do?” I asked Ryker.

  Ryker gazed towards the ocean. “We stay put. Once the media fervor dies down, the FBI will eventually give up the search. Then we can go back and figure out a plan to get my brothers out of prison. I just don't know when that will be.”

  I lay back in the lounge chair and stared up at the clear blue sky, my black sunglasses protecting my eyes. Everything was perfect here. How could I ever leave? I looked back over at Ryker and wanted to feel his warmth again. He needed to keep his mind off things.

  My mouth curled into a sly grin. I got out of my beach chair and crawled over to Ryker on all fours. His eyes wer
e distracted by the ocean but I knew how to get his attention. I reached under his boardshorts and felt his limp penis.

  “You didn't get enough this morning, baby?”

  I shook my head innocently and stroked his cock until it was throbbing hard in my palm. Ryker closed his eyes and leaned back as I felt up his shaft. My finger-tips could barely reach around his entire girth. I pulled his boardshorts down until they rested around his knees, bringing his cock out into the light of day. The beach was still empty but even an audience wouldn't get me to stop.

  Ryker tried to get up to kiss me but I placed my hand on his chest and shoved him back down. “No...no...no. Just relax and focus on my tits wrapped around your cock.” I guided Ryker's hands underneath my black bikini top and he felt up my breast, pinching my nipple hard. His tongue licked his lips, craving to taste me.

  I untied my top and tossed it to the side. Ryker could barely contain himself as I stroked his rod. I shoved his cock in between the canyon of my tits, enveloping him. I gathered saliva in my mouth and spit down into my cleavage, lubing his cock as I slid up and down. Ryker reached out and grabbed my boobs, pushing them hard around his shaft. He thrust in and out, moaning at the top of his lungs. He couldn't last much longer.

  “Come all over me,” I whispered.

  Ryker found his release and unloaded all over my chest, his white seed spurting out. I helped him along, running my tits up and down his cock. His cum covered every inch of my breasts, running down my cleavage and to my stomach. I released Ryker and he fell back on the lounge chair.

  I used my rainbow-colored beach towel and cleaned myself up before it all dried on me. I lay next to Ryker on his beach chair and rested my head on his chest. His breathing was fast and his heart pounded in my ear. I felt so safe in his arms. There wasn't anywhere else I wanted to be.

  THE END

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  Bloodshed

  Copyright 2015 Olivia Jones

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  Charlotte

  I was assigned the Wheels of Ash MC to interview and that's when cocky and arrogant Liam came into my life. He's a hard criminal and I have no business being anywhere near him.

  Liam tells me I'm beautiful and that he wants me, but there's a secret I haven't told him yet. I'm ignoring the instinct to run for the hills. The danger and mystery surrounding him excite me too much. I can't stop imagining his naked body on top of me, his rough lips all over me.

  Liam

  I don't know what it is about this girl. I've been with hundreds before but never one like this. Charlotte's so innocent and pure. She makes me feel something deep inside—an emotion I've never felt for someone before. But the MC needs all my focus now.

  I can't let my head get clouded.

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  Bloodshed

  Chapter One

  Charlotte

  I slowly creaked open the door to Cultural Anthropology 301. Mr. Capshaw's back was to me, writing with marker on the white board. It was becoming a habit of mine to be fifteen minutes late—it was impossible to find a parking spot at my college.

  I hunched down and went down the row of desks, scanning for any empty spots. Students watched me as I sneaked by, some giggling and others scoffing.

  Why did the whole world only pay attention to me when I was late?

  A vacant seat sat all the way at the end of an aisle. Everyone shifted their feet to make way for me as I shuffled through. I passed by Kyle and my heart almost jumped out of my chest.

  I was sitting so close to him! He threw a smile at me and I almost melted. Why couldn't I get a guy like him?

  I wanted so badly to tell Kyle how I felt, but I'd never even spoken a word to him before. I only watched him from afar, studying his figure closely.

  I gently laid my backpack down and took my seat. Mr. Capshaw's back was still turned away— the teacher didn't notice me.

  “Nice of you to join us, Ms. Turner,” he announced, turning around to face me.

  Busted.

  I flushed scarlet and sunk into my chair. The students around me laughed. Kyle smirked at me. This had to be the most embarrassing moment of my life.

  “Like I was saying before Ms. Turner interrupted us, it's time for your final paper.” Mr. Capshaw wrote Final Paper on the white board with a sad face next to it.

  A collective groan echoed throughout the room.

  Mr. Capshaw put up his hands in defense. “I know, I know. Most of you have been dreading this since the beginning of the year, but I assure you, it's not as bad as people have told you.”

  My palms were sweating and I shifted in my seat. I'd heard that Capshaw graded these papers with an iron fist. Since it accounted for fifty percent of your grade, some students failed the class because of it.

  “Let me explain what it's all about and then you guys can judge it. I think a lot of you will actually enjoy it.” A kid on the other end of the room raised his hand. “No questions yet. Let me talk first.”

  The kid put his hand back down. I pulled out my notebook and flipped to an empty page.

  “Each and every one of you will go out in the field and study a culture that I assign you,” Mr. Capshaw said in his booming voice. The students looked at one another in confusion. “You're going to use everything that you've learned over the course of the semester. I want you to interview people, observe them in their natural habitats, and record any profound discoveries. Don't just write what you think I'd be interested in, write what you're interested in.

  This is what anthropology is all about. We could read endless books about what others have done before, but until you do it for yourself, you can never really appreciate it. Now I'll take questions.”

  A girl in the back raised her hand. “Yes, Ms. Harper?”

  “What cultures will we be studying?”

  “I'm glad you asked.” Mr. Capshaw walked over to his desk and pulled out a long sheet of paper. Depending on what you get, you're going to be assigned a fraternity, sorority, or a club that's in or outside this school; for example, Ms. Harper, you will be studying the mysterious and wild Anime Club.

  The students all laughed.

  A student in the front row raised his hand. “Have you ever done field work, Mr. Capshaw?”

  The teacher looked offended but then smiled. “Of course I have. You think they'd let any old man come in and teach? I've been to Africa, South America, and the tiniest islands you can imagine. I've studied KKK groups and even tribes that practiced in cannibalism.”

  Mr. Capshaw taped the paper to the white board. “Come on up and see what you got. Mr. Shavers you can stay seated.” Everyone turned their head and looked at the meat-head jock in the middle row. “Don't worry, I assigned you the Sigma Zeta sorority.”

  “Fuck yeah, thanks Mr. C!”

  The class stood up from their seats and began shambling over to the front. I followed the crowd and waited patiently while each student found their name and what club they were assigned. My finger trailed down the list until I found my name.

  Charlotte Turner Wheels of Ash Motorcycle Club

  A motorcycle club? Is this his idea of a joke? Do they really have clubs where people just talk about motorcycles all day?

  “That's it for today. But I want you to get in contact with your clubs and set up times to meet with them. You only need a few days to observe them. We'll skip next week's class and come back in two weeks when your paper is due. If you have any questions during
that time, feel free to email me.”

  Everyone started gathering their things and leaving while I stayed at the front of the class. I approached the teacher as he crammed papers into his briefcase.

  “Mr. Capshaw, I don't quite understand my assignment.”

  The teacher grinned. “Ms. Turner, you got the motorcycle club. I've been trying to get them to participate in this program for years—for some reason they said yes to me this time.”