by CELENE CAREY
“It appears that your boss has a little bastard running around, and doesn’t want him or the mother in the picture. Apparently, he’s been dodging child support, she’s been getting pretty insistent, and he hasn’t been liking it one bit.” Johnny said, leaning against the smooth surface of the table.
“So he called in someone to ‘clean up’ his mess, if you get my drift.” Viper, their Secretary put in.
“Our charter includes the protection of women and children, not just those who are involved in the club, like club whores, Old Ladies and our own kids, and our friends. You know that if any member hits or abuses a woman, he gets the ‘special’ treatment.” Chip said, his face set in a frown
Derek nodded. “I do.” He looked at the pictures. “So what are we going to do about it?”
“I got the prospects going to her place to pick her up, we’ll have her here overnight and then take her and the kid to the safe-house in the morning.” Chip said, reaching back for the pages. “Pony-Boy said you and he did a little digital digging of your own?”
Derek nodded, “Yeah, I did.” He pushed forward the folder with more incriminating evidence. Chip opened the file and scanned the first few pages, before he handed them around the table for everyone to look at.
“Son of a bitch, he’s really doing this?” Viper said with a low whistle. “That’s a lot of money going into offshore bank accounts.”
“A lot of it is going through falsified paperwork.” Derek said. He’d had a chance to look over everything when he’d gotten back to Tank’s place. His head hurt with the intricacies and deceit that the snake, Alexander had created, all in the name of greed, pure and simple greed.
Chip looked up from the paperwork. “Derek, You need to get your woman away from him, and soon.” He put the papers down and held up the copied note with the hit on it.
“Or else, you might be finding out that she has a name with a price tag on it as well.”
Derek nodded, slumping back in his chair.
“Don’t worry,” Tank said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Well keep her safe.”
Chip nodded. “I’ll have one of the prospects and a patch on her at all times, there’ll always be someone nearby keeping an eye on her.”
“She said she didn’t want me, that she loves the asshole, but when she said it, she couldn’t meet my eyes, and then ran out of the supply room…”
“Wait… rewind a second here, you were alone in the supply room with her?” Tank asked, raising an eyebrow. “Did you get it on?” he watched as Derek’s face flushed. Tank slapped the table hard and laughed.
“Slydog does it again.” He said slapping Derek on the back.
“Look, she’s obviously torn between the two of you, you’re the better man. Money and power, it don’t mean shit so long as you have love.” Tank said, Derek looked at him.
“Kitty has really got you by the balls, hasn’t she?” He said knowingly.
“Yes, our Tank has finally been pussy-whipped, Kitty is about to move from Club Whore status to Old Lady.”
“And about fucking time too!” Viper said. Raising his beer glass and draining it.
“Right, so let’s get this shit moving, Prospects going to get Miss Deacon and her boy, they’ll hole up here then we’ll send them out to the safe house in the morning, Derek you do everything in your power to convince your girl that she’s better off with you. But don’t let her know we know shit is up. We are going to take down this sonofabitch, but we need just a little more evidence. Our boys will have eyes on your Rhonda, and the asshole. I’m going to go and have a visit with Rover. He’s over in H-Block, you never knew he was there, he went in after you. He’s been doing some work release program for a certain company. Anything you can get us on that program would be helpful. I’ll get onto my contacts within the PD and see if I can get something started.”
“Fuckin’ dealing with Cops again…” Viper said with venom in his voice.
“In this case, we may have no choice Viper. We can’t just up and gun some asshole down because he put a hit out on the woman he got pregnant and her child, nor can we fuck him up for the other shit in these files. But, we can get him legally. I want this club to stay on the good side of the law. We’ve had too much bad shit in the past that has almost buried us because of the legal bullshit.”
Chip looked to Derek. “Go do what you gotta do to keep her safe, Derek.” He said. Derek nodded and stood up from the table.
“Thanks, guys.” He said, nodding respectfully at the men he considered his family. He turned and left the meeting room, heading out into the bar where the music was playing and two club whores were taking turns in sucking off one of the members on a filthy couch.
If it weren’t for Rhonda, he might have taken one of those pretty little sluts and let her suck him off, but he had far more important things to work towards, like getting his gorgeous woman back and out of harm’s way.
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. . . he murmured, lips pressed against her heated flesh.
“I… Love you … too, Derek…” she panted as his fingers worked their magic in her sodden pussy. “Oh... God…” she whimpered as his fingers slowly worked on her G-spot. She began to grind her pussy against the palm of his hand, her clit rubbing against the bone of his wrist. He could feel her building up for her orgasm as she moaned, riding his fingers as they both straddled his pride and joy.
“Baby, cum for me, then I’ll make you cum again, on my dick. We’ll christen my new bike properly.” He said, grunting as her hands moved down to rub his erection through the material of his jeans. She moved faster, his fingers sliding in and out, curling around with the shape of her inner walls as she rode him.
Her cries echoed around the secluded area as she came on his fingers. She rested her head against his shoulder, whimpering as he pulled his fingers free and licked them clean before he kissed her, letting her lick the remnants of her sex from his lips.
“Fuck me, that’s hot.” He rumbled pressing his forehead against hers, her breaths coming back down from their bitch-in-heat panting to a more sedate pace, which he was about to return to hard and horny gasps of pleasure.
He lifted her up, while she released his hard cock. Pushing her skirt up over her thighs and ass, exposing the sweet glistening pussy that was all his to the world before he impaled her on his cock.
Rhonda cried out as she felt him hot and hard inside her. “Oh, fuck me…” she said softly, feeling him pulse again inside her. . . Download this story and continue reading now . . . FREE for Kindle Unlimited Users and Prime Members
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Table of Content
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER
FOUR
CHAPTER ONE
Tears fell from her reddened eyes, dropping to splatter and soak into the paper in her hands. The ink became damp and began to run as she tearfully read over the letters from her past.
Derek’s neat handwriting still haunted the pages even after all these years. He had written her love letters and poetry like a true romantic when they had been in high school. She’d fallen for all the sappy stuff. Even when he’d turned badass biker on her, he’d still send her a letter in the mail, the old fashioned way when he could have easily just handed it to her.
But he had loved seeing her expression when she picked up the mail and tore open the envelope that held his letters of love and devotion. Just like the one that she held in her shaking hands now.
She closed her eyes and remembered when he first bought his Harley. He had brought it over to her small ground floor apartment, they’d been living separately after they had a falling out and broke up. He had revved the engine loudly until she came out to yell at him for being an obnoxious prick.
He had grinned at her and simply tossed her a helmet, then patted the back of his seat, there was enough room for her to ride pillion. She’d looked at the helmet in her hands and then at him. Then she’d run back inside, grabbed her handbag, keys and phone and locked the door, closing it behind her before she dashed out and hopped onto the back of his Harley.
Her hands wrapped securely around him, once she had ensured that her helmet was on tight. He revved the engine, gunning the throttle, letting the sensual rumble of the bike’s engine run up through her body. She pressed her body against his back, loving he heady vibration against her pussy, her tits pressing hard against the leather cut on his back and her soft moan just barely audible over the rough purr of the engine.
He took off, slowly. They rode through the streets of the city until they came to the countryside. Derek took a dirt road out to a secluded spot and parked. He turned in the circled of her arms and pulled her over to the front, to face him, straddling his lap.
Rhonda had looked at him, her lips waiting for his mouth to devour them. He didn’t waste any time either. He reached up under her shirt and ran his hands up over her stomach, his seeking fingers slipping under her bra and finding the tight little buds of her nipples as she arched herself into his warm hands, pressing the round mounds of her breasts into his rough and calloused palms.
Derek took one hand reluctantly away and removed both their helmets before he slipped the empty hand down into the waistband of her jeans. “Hmmm. Missed this sweet pussy…” he said, delving a finger into her wetness, and pulling it out to taste her sex on his fingers. “Still as sweet as ever baby…” he said, before he returned his hand to its rightful place.
His lips descended to the curve of her neck where he bit, licked and sucked, leaving his little love bites in darker shades against her neck. Beneath his hands she shivered in pleasure, her small moans, squeaks and her body writhing slowly against his made his dick hard in his jeans, making it a very tight fit indeed.
“Mmm. Baby, I have to have you, I love you so much Rhonda…” he murmured, lips pressed against her heated flesh.
“I… Love you … too, Derek…” she panted as his fingers worked their magic in her sodden pussy. “Oh... God…” she whimpered as his fingers slowly worked on her G-spot. She began to grind her pussy against the palm of his hand, her clit rubbing against the bone of his wrist. He could feel her building up for her orgasm as she moaned, riding his fingers as they both straddled his pride and joy.
“Baby, cum for me, then I’ll make you cum again, on my dick. We’ll christen my new bike properly.” He said, grunting as her hands moved down to rub his erection through the material of his jeans. She moved faster, his fingers sliding in and out, curling around with the shape of her inner walls as she rode him.
Her cries echoed around the secluded area as she came on his fingers. She rested her head against his shoulder, whimpering as he pulled his fingers free and licked them clean before he kissed her, letting her lick the remnants of her sex from his lips.
“Fuck me, that’s hot.” He rumbled pressing his forehead against hers, her breaths coming back down from their bitch-in-heat panting to a more sedate pace, which he was about to return to hard and horny gasps of pleasure.
He lifted her up, while she released his hard cock. Pushing her skirt up over her thighs and ass, exposing the sweet glistening pussy that was all his to the world before he impaled her on his cock.
Rhonda cried out as she felt him hot and hard inside her. “Oh, fuck me…” she said softly, feeling him pulse again inside her. “Baby… what you do to me.” She gasped as he gripped her hips and began to guide her up and down on his cock. The suspension on his bike squeaked with each movement, the bike rising and falling with each rise and fall of her sweet, wet pussy on his dick.
Derek leaned his head back and moaned while she rode him. The fuel tank had cooled enough for her to comfortably lay down on in, so he pushed his gorgeous woman back until her back was pressed against the warmth of the tank, and he was pushing himself hard into her. The fuel sloshed around in the tank as he own wetness added its unique sound of him pumping his cock hard inside her.
Her moans and whimpers were music to his ears as he began to up his pace, pounding into her, her voice crying out in pure bliss. He loved that she screamed for him, and never faked it. His Rhonda was the most honest woman in the bedroom he had ever known, and he hadn’t known many. He could count on one hand the number of women he’d fucked, right from the very first, who was his little sister’s babysitter when he was sixteen. A 16 year old neighbour, who had a gorgeous rack and a tight cunt, he was very mature for his age, having older brothers, and she wanted him, he knew it. So he gave her what she wanted right there on the couch while his little sister slept soundly in her room.
The next week, Rhonda’s family moved into town and he had eye only for her.
His groan became a roar of satisfaction as his cock pulsed inside her, Rhonda screamed out her own orgasm as he felt her tighten around his cock, milking him as she came. “Oh, fuck baby… You’re such a fucking goddess…” he groaned and lowered his face into her cleavage, flicking his tongue out to taste her sweat.
Rhonda had lain, panting on the fuel tank of his bike. Derek lay atop her, still connected to her, impaled on his now softening cock. They had drifted off to sleep like that, straddling the bike and each other, waking up when the sun had begun to set.
They rode off back to Rhonda’s apartment where they had made use of every available flat surface, including the walls in their marathon make-up sex session.
Rhonda broke out of her reverie to the sound of the front door unlocking. Alexander called out to her. Rhonda quickly cleared away the pages, stuffing them back into the old shoe box and pushing them under the other shoe boxes that actually held shoes in their massive wardrobe.
She went to greet her fiancé, feeling a pang of guilt as to her illicit actions in the supplies room with Derek.
“Hello baby.” She smiled, and went to kiss him. A scent of sweet perfume assailed her as she came closer to his collar. Something tugged at her heart, suspicion, ironic that she should be suspicious considering her own indiscretions, but it was definitely a feminine fragrance.
“What’s that scent? It’s nice.” She said, nonchalantly.
“Oh, a new one by Armani.” He said, flippantly, kissing her on the cheek before he brushed past her. “I have to fly out again tonight, got an urgent business proposal that just came up, and I can’t miss out on this opportunity.”
“Oh... But the wedding is in four days, will you be back before then?” she asked, her disappointment showing in her voice.
Alexander turned back to her, his eyes steely. “Rhonda, have I not been through all this? How am I going to keep you happy and well taken care of if I don’t continue to improve the business? It is after all our bread-and-butter is it not?” he took her in his arms and spoke to her
as if she were a child.
“Yes, it is, Alexander. I just, I just miss you.” Rhonda said. “It feels like I never get to see you anymore.”
“Darling, everything I do I do for us, don’t you realise that?” he said, holding her close and kissing the top of her head.
“I suppose, well, at least we have our honeymoon, a month sailing around the Mediterranean on our yacht…”
“About that…” Alexander said, his voice changing again. “I have to postpone the sailing trip, darling. This new business proposal will take up a lot of the time we had allocated for our honeymoon, and the seller is quite eager to have it sorted as soon as possible. Unfortunately, we still have a lot of negotiations to go through and it will take the better part of the month for me to deal with those.” He hugged her tighter, “But I promise you, once it is all done, we will go on our honeymoon.”
He pulled away from her and cupped her chin with his fingers, bringing her now teary eyes up to look at him. “Okay?” he asked. Rhonda closed her eyes and nodded sadly.
“Okay.” She whispered, her voice choked with emotion.
“Now, I have some paperwork I need you to fill out. It’s just a health insurance policy for when we do go on that yacht. He went to his briefcase and opened it, pulling out a folder with a small pile of papers.
He pulled his fine and expensive pen out from his jacket pocket before he clicked it on and guided her over to a bureau. He placed the pen in her hand and watched as she signed on each neatly printed dotted line, whisking the pages away once she had signed each one.
“…and finally, there.” He said, pointing at the last page. Before he whipped that one away, Rhonda thought she saw the type of insurance he had taken out on her… and it wasn’t just a simple health insurance policy. It was a life insurance policy that she had just signed.