Ride Hard (Savage Saints MC Book 1)

by Hazel Parker

  Touché, Splitter. Touché.

  Then I heard the roar of a bike coming behind me.

  Even in the darkness of night, even with only a half moon, even with my mind still recovering from getting shot, I could see that someone was pulling up to me with my bike. Riding my bike. I folded my arms, rather unamused at this turn of events.

  The biker, wearing a full-face helmet, parked, put the kickstand down, got off, stood before me, and took off the helmet.

  “Jane?” I said, stunned.

  “You think my Pops didn’t teach me how to ride?”

  I just looked at her in stunned disbelief. She broke the tension by doing the most unexpected thing.

  She kissed me.

  Chapter 20: Jane

  “That’s for saving me,” I said.

  And then, just to make it clear it wasn’t a thank you kiss but an “I want you” kiss, I again kissed him, this time wrapping my arms tightly around him and pulling him in close. He let out something of a gasp when my hands went over his ribs, but otherwise, he was just as into it as I was.

  “I gotta tell ya,” I said when I pulled back. “There’s nothing sexier than a man in a biker jacket and a hospital gown. Mmm, I could just eat that up.”

  “Oh, I’m sure,” Tracy said, no longer bothering to hide his smile at my kiss. “But… what’s going on? I guess we’re… good?”

  “As long as you’re good with me having ridden your bike,” I said, my arms still around his neck. “You weren’t in much of a condition to ride it when you saved me. So I figured I’d return the favor before the cops procured it. I know how you boys are with your bikes, but I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

  “With you? Not at all.”

  It felt like a record on repeat how we moved in and kissed once more, but if it were the only song that played for the rest of our lives, I’d be pretty damn OK with that. More than OK, in fact. It was just perfect.

  “You know,” I said, turning serious. “When you saved me, in the best way possible, the courage that you displayed reminded me of my father. Different, obviously, but it made me think about what I had said earlier in the day, how I said my father would be ashamed of you. But that just wasn’t true. He’d be ashamed of me.”

  “Jane…”

  “He would tell me that what you had done, though perhaps a bit shortsighted and presumptive, came from a place of caring. You wanted to make sure I didn’t get hurt or didn’t wind up kidnapped. I appreciate that, Tracy. I do. I wish it hadn’t taken me thinking I was going to get raped and murdered by Diablo, but, hey, you take the lessons as they come.”

  “I suppose so,” he said, unable to shake his smile. “But then, why here? Why this place?”

  The place where my father was murdered, the place that had given me nightmares for many years after, the place that had been the worst place in all of Green Hills for me?

  Yes, this ice cream place.

  “Simple, really,” I said. “I’m focused on fresh beginnings. I had a lot of time to think about this morning and had some advice from some other people, and I realized that what we had last night wasn’t you manipulating me. It was the culmination of years of friendship and a dash of present romanticism. You put the kibosh on it, but something tells me you might change your mind.”

  “There’s no might in that, Jane,” he said, kissing me.

  “Oh, you’re too much,” I said. “But yeah. I want this place to take on a fresh, new meaning. I want us to take on a new meaning. And I want what I do with the club and my relationship with it to take on a fresh meaning. And besides…”

  I pointed to the marks on my cheek, still displaying some of the slaps that Diablo had given me.

  “Tonight proved you can’t keep me safe anyways. So I guess you have no excuse not to be with me now.”

  “Damn, you broke the one condition,” he said, snapping his fingers in mock disappointment.

  “I know, and I rode your bike? How many cardinal sins can I commit tonight?”

  “You want to find out?”

  I’d figured the way tonight would progress would start with ice cream, involve some more tender moments, and then end as the previous night had.

  But now…

  “You want a fresh morning to try again, huh?” I said. “Get the morning after talk right this time?”

  “Among other things,” he said, kissing me again. “Come on, let’s get out of here. But...”

  He paused, reaching for my hand, and grabbed the keys.

  “Don’t ride my bike again.”

  “Oh, hush,” I said, kissing him once more before we hurried back to the bike, giggling like school kids.

  It was absolutely true that I was never going to ride his bike unless a similar situation like this happened again. If Tracy had two loves in this world, it was definitely his bike and maybe, after some time passed, me.

  But I also knew that if there was any one person in the world who could get away with it, it was me. And while I had no intentions of taking advantage of that opportunity and abusing the privilege, I greatly valued what it meant that he would let me ride his bike, surprise him with me on his bike, and kiss him after riding his bike without consequence. There was nothing that said, “I trust you,” more than a Savage Saint letting you drive his bike.

  Of course, not that he would let it happen regularly.

  “Come on,” I said, patting his shoulder as I put my arms around him, careful not to hit his ribs in the spot where he’d gotten shot. “Take me home, baby.”

  * * *

  We didn’t even make it to the door before the erotic make out session started.

  It wasn’t my fault that he was wearing a hospital gown, which made it almost unfairly easy to cop a feel of his stiffening cock and his firm, solid ass. It wasn’t my fault that he didn’t take any care to have public decency, seemingly moving his gown out of the way when my hand “accidentally” brushed over that area. It wasn’t my fault that his hormones were through the roof.

  OK, it might have been my fault that I was just as horny and sex-crazed as he was, but it is not like I was looking for blame. I was just looking for sex.

  When we finally did push into my apartment, I ripped that gown off of him, leaving him looking like he was wearing a body sized button down shirt with his colors on. He started to take those off, but I was so forceful that the gown completely tore off. I had a little more care for his colors, but otherwise, I needed him naked, now.

  And boy, when I had him naked, I think he was even harder than the night before. Whatever the reason was, it was making me one happy woman.

  I stroked him as I moved in close, kissing his lips, his cheek, his neck, and his chest. I slowly worked my way down, my tongue running all over his twitching, bulging abs and pecs. I seductively moved across his groin, licking and kissing him just above his dick, enjoying the fact that the smallest of touches could make him twitch so easily.

  “Oh, Tracy,” I murmured as I finally settled down on my knees.

  I started by kissing the tip of his dick before slowly moving my lips around him. His cock twitched inside of my mouth, shaking at the warmth and movement of my tongue. I grabbed his balls and gently fondled them, moving in response to the groans and pleasurable exhales that came from above. I looked up at him, a move that only made him swell with arousal.

  “Christ, Jane,” he said, putting his hands on his head. “You’re gonna make me come in no time.”

  I ignored his warning, considering it almost a challenge. Just how quickly might I be able to make him finish? Just how fast could I get him to the point where I’d feel his cum rising in his shaft?

  I didn’t get much of a chance to answer, because Tracy pulled me off of him, lifted me, and then tore off my clothes, switching the position of us.

  “You don’t get all the fun, babe,” he said as he had my shirt and bra off in seemingly record time.

  I may have moved down his body somewhat slowly once I’d torn off his hos
pital clothing, but here, he moved like a hungry wolf who had just seen ten pounds of flesh placed in front of him. He was down before I could even realize that he’d yanked my pants and underwear off, and he stuck his face between my legs, lifting my left thigh over his shoulder.

  I hardly had the chance to react because it all just moved so damn fast, the pleasurable wave of heat taking control of my body as I could only let out gasps and moans I didn’t even try and produce. My one leg shook as I didn’t know how I would remain upright. But that didn’t matter to Tracy, who had me locked into place as he devoured my juices.

  “Fuck, Tracy,” I finally got out, about the only two words that would likely be in my vocabulary.

  “Not done until you come, baby,” he said.

  “Fuuuuuck,” I said as he continued going at me, my body shaking and trembling from his efforts.

  I just grabbed his hair and held on for dear life as he kept running his tongue harder and faster on me. At one point, he pulled back and inserted his fingers into me, which might as well have knocked me out from how much I wound up thrashing my head about in pleasure. He was like a master magician, and I the target of his spells, unable to do anything but shake in the wind.

  It did not take but a minute or so more before I felt like my leg would buckle from the inevitable orgasm, now just mere seconds away from happening. It shook violently, as if trying to stabilize on a moving platform.

  But then the orgasm hit, much faster than even I had anticipated, thanks to Tracy surprising me with both oral and fingering. I slammed my body against the wall, letting out the loudest cry of pleasure that I had ever produced in my life. I don’t know how Tracy managed to hang on to me, but thank God, he never did let me collapse under the weight of my orgasm.

  When I finally finished, and he let my other leg come down, I felt like I’d never be able to walk again.

  Which was just as well, since I wanted him inside of me on my couch right now.

  And, even better, so did Tracy.

  He grabbed me and gave me a couple of short, gentle kisses, the kind that made me think he was going to let me catch my breath. That was true… but only for the moment or two that he kissed me because seconds later, he had me back in the air. I curled my legs around him, feeling him underneath me, rubbing against me as he moved us to the couch. He sat down, I unwound my legs, and I grabbed him as I slid him into me.

  My fingers dug into his skin, onto his shoulders—I at first placed them on his chest but hearing him wince in pain from the injury caused me to quickly move them—as I moved my hips back and forth, to and fro, up and down his body. The combination of the intense physical pleasure, the emotional high of having survived everything of the day, and the fact that it was Tracy Cole inside of me created a cocktail of the title “best sex ever.”

  We shifted positions, the only one we didn’t try being me on top of him with him lying down, the better to avoid me having to press my hands into his ribs. Every position he gave me seemed to bring a new angle, a new part of me that he filled, a new rush of pleasure that hit a different part of me. Nothing we did felt awkward, nothing felt forced, and nothing felt anything but the most distinct kind of ecstasy a man and a woman could experience in conjunction.

  When he finally did approach orgasm, he had stood me back up, my back once more against the wall. When I locked eyes with him as he approached that final release, the intensity in his eyes showed me more than just animal passion and hunger—they bore me all the energy his soul and spirit possessed. I loved it, I loved him, and I loved everything about him.

  His cock swelled inside of me, bursting with a release of his seed as his arms pulled me so close I almost gasped for air. My hands went around his neck, digging his face into the area between my neck and my shoulder. He grunted with far greater force than I’d ever heard him produce on the battlefield, in the operating room, or at the shop. There was no doubt in my mind that what he was experiencing was far beyond any sensation he’d ever had in his life.

  It was only after he’d come and we’d settled down that I realized that he had not put a condom on. We’d gotten so enthralled with each other, so into the moment, that we simply had not bothered to put protection on. Admittedly, a part of me initially panicked, wondering if we had just committed a two-decade mistake.

  But the more I thought about it, the more I knew that even if that came to fruition, there was no one who would make a better father than Tracy Cole. How many men would have gone into the literal line of fire against an entire club of bikers with shotguns and rifles to save me? How many would have gathered the funds of their own club to help me get to medical school? How many would brush off the ensuing wounds and scars, desiring me over the comfort of a hospital bed?

  None.

  None measured up to Tracy Cole.

  And none could make me love someone as much as Tracy.

  “Oh my God,” he said finally, catching his breath as he pulled out. He took my hand, gave me a kiss, and guided me to the bed, where I collapsed with him. “Can I make a confession to you? A good one, I swear.”

  “Better be better than the ones this morning,” I said, teasingly scratching the good part of his chest.

  “It is, don’t worry,” he said, chuckling. “When I was riding the bike down to where the Mercs were, when I was thinking about you and how long I’ve known you, I realized I felt a certain way about you.”

  Oh, Tracy…

  “I realized that, well, I love you. If it wasn’t love compelling me to rescue you, then I don’t know what it was. Maybe it’s crazy, since you’ve only been back for a little bit, and I know this is all so crazy, but, well, what can I say, I mean—”

  “Shh,” I said, hearing enough.

  I hovered over him just barely, brushing noses against him, lightly pecking him with kisses along the way.

  “I love you too, Tracy,” I said, barely a whisper.

  Tracy just grabbed me and pulled me as tight as he could, even though I heard him audibly grunting from the pain in his ribs.

  “Just don’t be a dick tomorrow,” I said with a laugh. “I’d rather deal with your actual dick than your dick side of your personality.”

  “Damn, that’s my favorite side,” Tracy said. “Don’t worry; I think I can arrange that.”

  “And the night after that?”

  “Indeed.”

  “And the night after that?”

  “And the night after that, and the night after that, and every night after that.”

  It was exactly the answer I wanted to hear.

  There would be many roadblocks, I knew, that would present challenges in the months and eventually two and a half years ahead. As much as this was like a crash course into the club lifestyle, it would still take some time to figure out how I best belonged and related to the club. While I knew now I wasn’t really going to pay the Saints back since it would wind up in Tracy’s pocket eventually, I still felt like I owed it to them. And what happened in two and a half years, I could not really say.

  But this much I did know.

  I loved Tracy. Tracy loved me.

  And if love was enough to pull me out of a war zone, love was enough to get us through the rest of our lives.

  Chapter 21: Trace

  One Week Later

  “Ladies and gentlemen, let us celebrate tonight.”

  I laid out seven shots of whiskey for the seven officers, placed out about a dozen more shots for various other members of the club, and got champagne for the ladies of the club—including the woman I now called my old lady, Jane.

  Of course, she wasn’t nearly the old lady that some of the others had had. We weren’t married yet, and I hadn’t even bought a ring. But there could be little doubt that with all that had happened on that fateful day a week ago, for everything that we had gone through, she was mine and I was hers. Everything that would happen was just a formality at the appropriate time, not something that I had to ponder and consider.

  Th
e rest of the club knew as much as well, referring to her as “ma’am” or just “Doc.” Splitter got to call her Jane because of how close she was to him in age, but otherwise, the older members kept a respectful distance of my old lady. It was the perfect level of involvement between the club and her.

  She would come and visit and offer her services whenever we needed it. We let her work at the hospital on her shifts, making sure not to distract her from her job. But she, too, kept a distance on her off days, allowing me to handle club business—business that had gotten a lot more peaceful since we’d killed Diablo. None of us were naive enough to believe that the war was over, but we knew that we had perhaps had our version of Normandy, storming their beaches and wiping out a critical front of theirs.

  “Tonight,” I said in front of about three dozen people, “we celebrate the legacy of Paul Peters. On this day some thirty-six years ago, Paul founded the Savage Saints with a single purpose. To form a commune of brothers, to protect the town of Green Hills, and to ensure that anyone could lead the life they led, so long as they did not harm others. He wanted every human to discover their full potential, removed from the moral trappings of those who would judge them. That legacy lives on through the Savage Saints, through all of us here, most especially one person in particular.”

  I could already see Jane beginning to blush. I had not told her this was going to happen, which was the plan all along. I’m pretty sure she mouthed, “I’m gonna kill you later,” but it just made me laugh.

  “To the daughter of Paul Peters, Doctor Jane Peters,” I said, drawing some cheers and table slapping from the rest of the attendees of the party. “We can see the courage you have and the strength of character that your father had. You help us, but you also stand up for what you believe is right. You do not let people push you around, and when necessary, you even deliver a few good slaps.”

  Thankfully, the crowd laughed at that one—I had a small fear that it would fall flat and be more awkward than not, but it had gone the other way.