The Biker's Protection - Book 3 (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club)

by Fox, Regina

She put her eye on the peephole.

  “Wonder why I couldn’t see you?” she asked.

  “Because I didn’t ring the doorbell,” he said with a lecture. “But if you didn’t tell Bull and Pike and John to go we would have figured out who did.”

  Savannah tensed. Bringing up the fact that she called off the security that the Ghosts of the Prairie offered her made her recall why. She no longer completely trusted what had happened between Foley and her.

  “Why are you here?” she asked gravely.

  “I heard about what went on at the grocery store,” he said, trying to catch her eye while she was avoiding his. “Why didn’t you mention it when you saw me today?”

  Savannah was annoyed, just on the brink of being angry.

  “Because it doesn’t concern you,” she said frankly. “And besides, you were kind of busy.”

  There she said it. Or rather she hinted at it.

  “I was busy how?” he asked.

  He cupped her waist with his big, powerful hand and guided her to the sofa in her living room. Beau, who had been sitting and just watching the two followed. They sat down. Savannah was pouting and she couldn’t help it. She knew that it was obvious. She could feel it. She made a face.

  “I was in the grocery store. I had been there for about twenty minutes. I was heading down an aisle, and Paul Kerley was coming up the other end and he just started screaming at me,” she said.

  Foley touched her thigh and gently coaxed her legs over his lap. He gently massaged her feet. She didn’t want him to, and yet she didn’t want him to stop. She was mad at him, but she was really glad he was there.

  “He said he got in trouble for the office building fire,” she said.

  “They are looking at him for it. It was my turn to go grocery shopping for the fire house. Me and some of the guys went in, and I guess his causing a big scene was the gossip of the day.”

  He pressed a spot in her instep that corded arousal through her insides. She squirmed. “I felt kind of sorry for the guy. Yes, he was a jerk. Yes, I think he conspired with my stepmother to rob my father blind. And yes, they tried to take my home away from me. Even while he was scaring the bejesus out of me, but something inside of me said to just drop it.”

  “So when I asked you why you were flustered, you didn’t tell me the truth,” he said. “You said it was because you rushed over. But you were flustered because you had just been at the grocery store. And the clerk said you left a pretty full cart.”

  The full cart. That was for the party she was going to have to for the biker club which she was pretty sure she no longer wanted to have.

  “I just didn’t feel like discussing it with you. Especially since you were busy,” she said.

  She pulled away from him, but he drew her in closer.

  “Please look at me,” he ordered. “That’s the second time you’ve said I was busy. How was I busy?”

  Savannah could feel her face tighten with an attitude. She really didn’t want to talk about this.

  “You were with your wife, Foley,” she said outright.

  He raised his eye brows. He studied her. And then he smiled. He pulled her onto his lap. He chased her attention so that she could not avoid eye contact.

  He said, “Susan Gretsky is my ex-wife. We are not married, but we are friends. I don’t kiss her. I don’t love her. I don’t fuck her. We knew each other back in Parshall. I was a Ghost then, and when we both had jobs that took us here when Danny asked me to anchor our club here. And when things didn’t work out between Susan and me, we were still on good terms. We really didn’t know anyone here, and it’s just comfortable staying in touch. She called me on my way to the grocery store so she could see for herself that I was alright. Sometimes she does that when she knows I’ve been on a big fire. Had she not done that, and had James Kerley not flipped out on you, I might have been covertly feeling you up in the vegetable aisle.”

  “Oh, I see,” she said, feeling a smile spread throughout her from the inside out.

  “So I guess you had a question about what my relationship is with my ex-wife?” he said.

  “Yes, I did,” she chuckled.

  “Why didn’t you ask it?” he asked.

  “Because I just met you. Because there’s no real reason to. Because it’s not my place,” she said.

  “And yet you wanted to ask it, and so you should have. And if it’s not your place, I can tell you clearly, it’s no one else’s. Not by a long shot. We have shared a bed together. We’ve fucked. And we are about to fuck once again. This doesn’t feel casual to me. Does it feel casual to you?”

  “No, it doesn’t,” said Savannah.

  “I’m not ready for something like this,” she said.

  He gazed into her eyes. “Don’t even fucking tell me you don’t care. Because I can see in your eyes that you do.”

  “Please.”

  “Look me in the eye and tell me there’s nothing there. And I’ll go. I’ll leave you the fuck alone, and you’ll never have to worry about me again.”

  She looked into those gorgeous eyes of his.

  “I need you right now,” he said. “I need you so damn bad. Please don’t make me leave. Because I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  All at once, the moment was thick with passion. Her head spun. His eyes were heavy-lidded. The two were on the same wave length as they slowly came together for a long awaited, much-needed kiss.

  His scent filled her nostrils. It was wonderful to run her fingers through his lush hair. To feel his solid body as she glided her hands down the span of his muscled back and to hold him with all that she had. She could feel his erection.

  “I miss your cock. Just being with you makes me wet.”

  “You sure know how to turn me on.”

  She touched his manhood. His dick was so hard, so fucking huge. “I want to feel your cock in my mouth right now.”

  “You have no idea what you do to me. I can’t imagine making love to anyone else. Nobody fucks like you do,” he purred.

  “That’s right baby. I never want another cock inside of me.”

  “Oh, baby. You’re so damn sexy.”

  “I’ll do whatever you tell me to do,” she said.

  “Good.”

  “Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”

  He grabbed her hair and gently pulled back. “I’m going to hold you down and make you come. Can you handle what I’m about to do?”

  “I can fucking handle anything. Tell me what you like.”

  Their moment was jarringly interrupted though with yet another knock on the door. In their pause, they could hear the noises of a police radio. It sounded like the sheriff was at the door. Foley answered the door.

  There on the porch was Sheriff Doug and Savannah’s stepmother.

  “Hello,” she said.

  “Carolyn,” I responded.

  “Good evening,” said the sheriff in an extra chipper voice. “I understand you called earlier saying someone had been ringing your doorbell.”

  “Yes,” said Savannah.

  “Well, I recognized your number, and I know you said never mind, but we did a drive by anyway. I found this individual vandalizing some vehicles out front. Would you step outside and take a look? We caught her slashing a tire, but we will need you to identify any damage that may have existed prior to our catching her.”

  Foley pushed past the sheriff who stepped aside to let him by. Savannah followed Foley. His bike appeared untouched but when they found sugar around the gas cap of Savannah’s car, they checked again. All of Savannah’s tires were destroyed. She was pretty sure she had had it with this woman.

  “You bitch!” Savannah said.

  “Still thinking you want to just let it go?” Foley pressured. “Sheriff, are you aware this woman’s cohort, Paul Kerley verbally attacked Savannah at the grocery store today?”

  “What does that have to do with me?” protested Carolyn Payton.

  “We’re aware,” said the sh
eriff. “Are you pressing charges against this individual for vandalism and trespassing?”

  “And harassment,” added Savannah.

  “I’m not sure why a restraining order isn’t in place against these two, Savannah,” said the sheriff. “But we have footage from the grocery story of Kerley menacing you, and we’ve caught this woman in the act. You have plenty of grounds to swear out an order against both of these two.”

  “Can she do it in the morning?” asked Foley. “I was going to scold her thoroughly after you leave.”

  “Whore,” fired Carolyn Payton.

  “Watch your fuckin’ mouth, bitch,” scowled Foley. “Or you will deal with me.”

  “Wouldn’t mind,” she smiled. “But look at her. Ha ha, you wore your jammies to the door.”

  Savannah realized that her stepmother was right. She burned from head to toe.

  The sheriff put the cuffs on Savannah’s irate and very-verbal stepmother. They maneuvered her into the squad car. Foley and Savannah went back inside to the house and closed the door on the world. He swept her up in his arms and carried her back into the movie room. The sofa was plenty wide enough for the two of them.

  Savannah burned for him. She was just about to make a firefighter joke when his tongue in her ear knocked it out of her memory. The tip of his hot wet tongue had an invisible but powerful connection to the deepest part of her. The more he lathered the hollow of her ear, the more she ached to be filled by him.

  “You like being fucked hard?” he asked. “I’m going to fuck you hard, take you, and fuck you real hard against the wall, and fuck your brains out.”

  “Oh, baby, you’re turning me on!”

  Curling up with Foley was like curling up to an oak tree. He was so much taller than she, and broader, more solid. She propped up her knee onto his iron-hard thigh, making her center so vulnerable to him; accessible to him. She grinded her soft, hungry flesh against the thick, rough texture of his black jeans. She writhed against Foley’s body as her mouth feasted on his.

  “I’m going to wrap my lips around your big, hard cock,” she said mindlessly.

  “Shit!” he said. “No woman gets me this excited.”

  Savannah pushed gently on his muscled shoulder, coaxing him onto his back. He was a giant at the mercy of her imagination; her whim. She straddled him. His face was curled with a slight smile as he watched. She unfastened belt, the biker emblem on the buckle was heavy. She traced the emblem with her finger.

  “Is this your club logo?” she asked.

  It was very artful,

  “It is,” he said in a smoky voice. “So is this.”

  He leaned his shoulder towards her so she could check out his tattoo. It was indeed the same. Foley stroked her bare arms and in a sly move, fished under the flimsy hem of her teddy. His hot fingers found the doughy curve of her breast. He pinched her soft nipples until they were hard. He teased their imprisoned tips with the pad of his thumbs.

  While he had a hold of her, he raised his buttocks slightly, off of the sofa with her astride him, so that she could lower his jeans. He was fully erect; completely excited. Savannah’s eyelids fluttered. The sight of him aroused her so.

  She was in the perfect position. Savannah lowered her mouth to capture the clean, smooth head of his rigid cock in the heat of her wet lips. Foley drew in a breath sharply. That pleased her. She knew he liked it.

  Foley moaned. “Put your head down here, now lick those balls as wet and dirty as you can… yes, yes, that’s it.”

  She took in as much of his very large length as she could. She took him into the back of her throat one time before guiding the tip of him to the spongy walls of her cheeks. She constricted her entire mouth around him as tautly as possible, working up a lot of saliva to create sensual perfection for him. She gripped the base of him and worked until he tapped out.

  “Baby, it’s so hot when you suck me off like that… you bad girl,” he said.

  He touched her shoulder, almost pushing her off of him. He leaned forward, gathering her up. Her pajamas were loose enough that he could slip them aside. She mounted him, sinking down onto his hardness as deeply as she could.

  “Oh yeah… it feels so good being in that hot pussy of yours,” he said.

  She let go a deep breath, clenching her eyes with splendorous feel of him. He filled her so perfectly, so completely. She rocked her hips up and around, motivated by the oldest, most primal urge. Foley clutched her with his big powerful hands and helped her along, lifting her as he drove into her. He too was possessed by ancient carnal frenzy.

  He tossed her to the side and was now above her. His wide and powerful form spread before her like a canopy. Savannah never tired of staring into his handsome face as soft, long wisps of hair fell forward. She reached up and twirled his curls around her fingers. Foley turned his head and cupped her hand to his lips.

  Savannah drew her knees up and back to her chest before extending her legs up to his shoulders. He pumped into her even more deeply with every contact of her core around him, tight and sensitive.

  “You like being fucked hard and rough. You like it hard…you like it when I fuck you hard and rough like that, don’t you? Tell me you like it hard and rough!”

  “Yes, I like it hard and rough!” she said.

  She consciously constricted her body around his, rhythmically. Foley grunted.

  “Baby,” he said. “You’re the best I ever had.”

  Gripping the sheets, Savannah moaned. He trailed his fingers along the back of her buttocks, the back of her thighs until he found the backs of knees. He pulled her tight against him, impaling her all the more while he thrusts mightily deep into her body.

  His fingers found crept into the seam of her buttocks, teasing that entrance as he filled her. Gasps escaped his lips as he chased his pleasure.

  “You feel so good,” she said.

  She raised hips up and down off of the mattress in counter rhythm of his. Her action caused her breast to bounce and jiggle. She reached between her legs and worked it until she was almost there. She managed her passion, holding off, breathing deep. She wanted to wait until Foley was there with him. He was watching her. When she saw that he had stopped, he took hold of her hand and encouraged her to finish.

  She made a show of it. She let her legs fall apart and with as wanton a look as she could make, she touched herself. She looked him straight in the eye. Foley’s stroking, in and out of her was so electric. She drew herself tight on him, slowly, sensually until she was clenching him again until she spasmed on her involuntarily.

  The waves rippled through her until they consumed her belly. They rolled throughout her. Her nipples were hard and her moan came from deep within, wailing filling the theater.

  “Fuck, baby,” Foley murmured.

  He watched over her as the powerful orgasm consumed her.

  She touched her finger to lip, touching her tongue to it like her finger was him.

  “Come for me,” she whispered.

  He shook his head like he was a goner. And then it hit him. The rush overcame him as he stiffened and jerked. Savannah thrust against him to sweetly antagonize his pleasure. He shuddered and shivered until he could not move any more. Her giant and magnificent biker collapsed next to her. He was a wonderful man and amazing lover, but sometimes Savannah could not get over how handsome he was.

  As the pleasure washed over him, she lazed, tracing his exquisite profile with her fingers.

  “Yet another reason this is my favorite room in the house,” Savannah said lazily.

  “Mine too, except I don’t think I would be able to watch an entire movie here with you,” he said.

  “I’d kill for another night like this,” she replied, touching her fingertip to his nose.

  “So do you mind if I crash here tonight? I really want to be with you. The arson fires have really thrown everyone’s schedules off but barring any more activity, I have only to go to work for a half day. I would really like to finish taking
that ride with you,” he said.

  Foley’s voice trembled with emotion. His words warmed her insides.

  “I would like that very much too,” she said.

  Passion settled in her belly, causing an ache for him in her very core. She needed him again. She squirmed, and wantonly jutted her chest out suggestively. She took his hand and placed on his hand on her breast.

  His face went from adoration to wolfen. His eyes gathered darkly. He honed in, sweeping his hands on her buttocks. She opened her legs for him. Her knee rested on his hip, nudging forward to receive him.

  “Want something?” he teased.

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Your cock inside of me.”

  His firm fingers found her center where he teased her more. He knew so well already. His luscious touch revived passion to the brink of climax. She was almost there. And then he let up. He slowed his movement to prolong her pleasure.

  Savannah throbbed with one animal thought on her mind. She needed to be filled by him. The tip of his hardness gazed her entrance. And yet as she tried to maneuver on him, he pulled away. A little whine raked her throat. He chuckled.

  “Please?” she asked.

  “Please what?” he whispered.

  “I fucking want you so much,” she begged.

  With the slightest little movement by each of them, he was inside of her. Even though they had just had sex, his being inside of her again was so new, so exciting. Exhilaration made her shiver. She shook on him, drawing up tightly on his erection. His thrusting was sure and steady. Their eyes never left one another. The look in his eye was so erotic, such pure sexuality. She pushed her hips up against up him, needing to take him as much of him as she could. She felt like she couldn’t get close enough.

  Savannah swept her tongue into his mouth, tangling it with his. The taste of him, his wetness and heat, urged her to grind on him with powerful eagerness. His taste, his scent were such aphrodisiacs for her. She played with his hair, pushing her fingers through his thick, lush strands. She never tired of feeling its softness. She trailed the back of his neck with feather light fingertips knowing it would thrill him.

  “Mmm,” he growled.

  His body flexed, animated with the force of arousal. Savannah pulled back to gaze at his magnificent sculpted body. He was absolutely perfect, his muscles cut and pumping as he drove into her. Foley touched her, pressed on her as she undulated against his rhythm. She had never been so bold before but she watched as their bodies joined. It was almost too exciting. She closed her eyes as the pressure of a powerful orgasm built up. She thrust in jerking strides, stoking the fire until she burst with ecstasy. It was an intense sex climax. It rolled through her from deep within. She gripped him tightly, her spasms clamping down on him with a fury.