by Rose Briner
“Nat, what are you doing?” I ask as she pushes my hand out of her way.
“Hush,” she says as she places her finger on her lips and winks up at me. God this girl is going to be the death of me.
I want to protest and tell her she doesn’t have to do this, but when she shoots her tongue out to lick the length of the bottom of my cock, I lose my words as the blood in my body floods south, and my length continues to grow as she squeezes it with her hand. I’m forced to place my hands against the wall in front of me, so my knees don’t buckle, and I fall on her. I’d have one hell of a time trying to explain that one to Drag.
She takes her time, slowly exploring the length of my dick, before swirling her tongue around the tip several times. I open my mouth to tell her to stop playing, but when she looks up at me and smiles knowingly, I know she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
She settles herself on the floor and moves her hands around to squeeze my cheeks as she allows my length to enter her mouth for the first time. Her mouth is so warm and inviting as she sets her pace, starting out slow and quickly building up speed as she continues to shove more and more of my dick in her mouth. My brain begins to empty as she forces more of my length into her mouth. She removes both her hands and one hand reaches up and pulls my length as she continues to suck me in deeper.
I look down to watch her and catch her other hand between her legs as she pleasures herself. I quickly fly over the edge and try to pull out of her mouth, so she doesn’t have to swallow my cum, but she makes a noise of warning in the back of her throat as she squeezes my dick a little harder than necessary to keep me still. She swallows my cum and continues to suck me slowly as she catches every drop I give her before she finally lets go. I immediately miss the warmth of her mouth.
She stands and smiles up at me as I stare down at her. I give her the stink eye when I catch her trying to clean her hand in the stream of water behind us, and I look at the length of her body and find her squirming in place, she wants to cum, not only is her body telling me this, her eyes are still on fire.
“Come here,” I growl at her as I pick her up around the waist and plant her against the wall.
“W-what are you doing, Parker?” she asks in shock as I push her body further into the wall. She winces in pain, and I know she’s going to feel it tomorrow, but she wants this, and her desire outweighs the pain as her hands come up to squeeze her tits as her lower half squirms slowly back and forth.
“Claiming my prize,” I tell her with a growl as I pull her clit into my mouth. I want this more than anything as her sweet honey floods my tongue for the first time. I suck her clit and bite it, eliciting a long moan from her, before moving my mouth down to her entrance to collect the honey collecting there. I want to shove a finger in her ass as I suck her off, but she’s already in enough pain as it is.
I encourage her to wrap her legs around my head as I drive back in, allowing my beard to scrape the side of her thigh and she lets out a satisfied moan as I suck her clit deep into my mouth. I get what I am searching for as she moans long and hard and cums violently, her legs tightening around my head, almost to the point of being painful as I move my face down to collect all of her cum into my mouth.
I slowly release her and help her to steady herself as she wraps her arms around me. I allow her to hug me for a while, long enough that the hot water starts to run out and turn to warm. At that point, I’m forced to push her gently under the stream and wash her off. She’s tired and sated as she smiles softly up at me. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life as I smile widely back down at her. I’ve never felt like this before in my entire life, this time with her could be life changing, and there’s no point in my fighting against what’s happening between us. I don’t think I have the strength to stay away from her. She keeps the darkness at bay. I don’t want her; I need her to survive.
I quickly dry her off and set her down next to the bed to put her clothes on and tuck her in, but she has other plans as she stands and steps away from me and approaches my cut draped over the chair where I put it a week ago.
“May I?” she asks softly. Her entire face turns red. What is this girl up to?
I cross my arms over my chest and nod my head once as she picks it up from the chair and puts it on, allowing her curly brown hair to fall all around it before she turns the chair to the side and straddles it and looks at me coyly before pointedly looking over at my phone.
I pick it up and walk back to stand before her, and she nods slowly as she poses with her hands grasped around the chair. She wants me to take her fucking picture naked wearing only my cut. Who am I to say no? Not every day a girl asks for this. Hell, I’ve never had it happen before. Most girls want me out of my cut, not to try it on.
I snap the photo and walk over the show it to her. She quickly shoos me away as she plays with my phone. She sets it down on the dresser near me and removes my cut before walking over to the bed and lying down it in.
Fuck me. I pick up the phone, and the fucking wallpaper photo is of her. Damn, I think this girl is going to be the death of me.
I walk over and lightly kiss her on the forehead before I tuck her in. She quickly falls asleep with me standing over her, watching as she smiles softly in her sleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Parker
I stand there for a while watching her, waiting to make sure she falls asleep before I step away from her. She mumbles my name once before she settles in and her breathing evens out. I don’t think that’s ever happened to me before. Usually, a girl curses my name before passing out. The way she says my name is something I will never forget as long as I live.
I pull my clothes on quickly, wanting to go and check in with the guys and see where we are at with heading back out to Maple Valley. I’m tired of having her here in this hotel room; I want her in my bed. Shit, my room is probably still a mess and by now smells like nasty ass. The cleaner we hired doesn’t come through until I think tomorrow. Hopefully, she’ll be done by the time get back there. Even then, my room will probably still be a mess. She’s not a very good cleaner; I’m not sure why we continue to pay her.
I step outside and slowly shut the door behind me, making sure to scan the perimeter before moving two doors down and knocking twice on the door before heading back over to my room.
Satch peaks out the door before Drag steps out and the door shuts behind him. He looks tired and worn out as he comes to stand next to me and looks out at the water stretched out before us before he finally turns to face me.
“How is she?” he asks slowly, stopping suddenly to face me. He crosses his arms over his chest and gives me that look a father would give their son when they’ve seriously fucked something up.
“Fine,” I respond vaguely, as I turn away so he can’t see my face.
“Look at me, son,” he says softly. I can’t ignore that tone, when he talks like that, he turns into my dad.
“She’s fine, Pop,” I respond slowly.
“She’s better than fine, isn’t she?” he gives me a look, daring me to lie to him.
“She’s ready to be moved, where are we at with Jimbo?”
His face changes when I mention Jimbo. At least he has something else to focus on besides what Natalie and I have been up to for the last few hours. “You and I ride out in an hour to take care of that situation. Remember to keep your cool, I know you want to protect her, but you can’t afford to fuck up, you're still on probation.”
I run my hands through my hair; he just had to remind me about that.
“Give me a few minutes to help her get dressed,” I reply cautiously, half expecting him to hit me in the head.
Instead, he chuckles and walks off, he stops halfway to the room and turns back to face me, “Parker, remember what I said, don’t hurt her. No colors,” he adds before turning to walk off.
Now I know I’m in deep shit because he called me Parker. He only calls me that when he’s dead serious.
> I step back inside suddenly grateful for the warmth in this room; the sky outside is quickly filling with clouds, and it won’t be long before it starts to rain.
No colors means that he doesn’t want Jimbo to have any clue who we are. He must be a lot more dangerous than I initially thought.
I sit down on the edge of the bed next to Natalie, and shake her lightly, hoping to wake her. When she doesn’t move, I quickly go to the drawer and pull out her sweatpants and a sweater and help her dress as best I can so she’s decent when the others get here.
“I’ll be back soon, Angel,” I tell her as I kiss her softly on the forehead.
“Parker,” she mumbles again before settling back into the blanket.
She’s adorable when she’s sleeping.
I refocus on the task at hand when there’s a sharp double knock at the door. I quickly pull it open and step outside, shutting it behind me.
“She’s sleeping,” I tell Satch as Fig comes to stand beside him. “Please put her stuff together and make sure she’s ready to go right after we leave. We don’t know what’s going to happen, so we’re going to need to leave here quickly after we visit him. He might follow us.”
I start to walk off towards my bike, when Satch’s voice stops me, “Be sure you make it good.”
I turn back to face him, my face darkening menacingly, “Don’t worry I’ll make sure he doesn’t come back for her again.”
I meet Drag at the stairs, and we go down together, quickly going over the game plan. “Jimbo should be home right now, did you get her keys?” I nod once, removing the keys from my pocket to show him. “Great, we need to make sure he understands not to come back looking for her again. Don’t tell him who we are, and put this on when we get near the house, we don’t want him to find us and follow her back to Maple Valley,” I take the mask he tosses me and shove it deep into my jacket pocket. “After we get our message across, I need you to go upstairs to their room, the last door on the right at the top of the hall and fill this bag with some more of her belonging. In and out in ten minutes, anything else she needs we can buy for her when we get back home. One way or another we leave for Maple Valley today.”
We mount our hogs and allow them to warm up for a few minutes before we turn onto the interstate and head back down to Port Angeles. By the time we pull off the interstate, the rain is pounding down on us. I brush it off and concentrate on the road in front of us. We pull our bikes to a stop on the same corner we did last time we were here. We both dismount quickly and put on the face masks the second our helmets are off. I make sure no one is around watching as I prepare to take off after Drag.
“Remember, ten minutes,” Drag shouts over the heavy rain pounding down on us from above.
We seem to be moving in slow motion as we move towards the house and Drag signals for me to go around back and see if he’s inside. I nod once as I quickly dart around to the back of the house. I peek in the door, just outside the kitchen and find him sitting at the kitchen table eating his dinner. Looks terrible, I bet he’s missing Natalie’s cooking right about now. I may not have had her cooking but to please that beast, I bet her cooking was amazing.
Drag approaches moments later, and I signal that he’s in the kitchen eating. I try Natalie’s key, but it doesn’t work on this lock. It looks like someone changed the lock. He pulls out a screwdriver and hands it to me before pointing to the door in front of us. I bite my lip as I work the lock, concentrating not making a sound. Seconds later, I hear a satisfying click. Just before I push the door open, Drag pushes a revolver with a silencer into my hand.
“Don’t kill him,” he warns as I push the door open and hold the gun up in front of me.
“What the fuck!” shouts Jimbo as he whirls around to face us. “Easy there,” he says as he holds his hands up in the air. He’s smart, doesn’t take him long to spot the gun being pointed in his direction.
Jimbo is a lot dirtier than I remember him. His hair is now stringy, he’s put on some weight, and he’s missing a tooth in front. God, this stupid fucker should’ve been thanking the stars above that he had a woman like Natalie, and not beating the shit out of her.
I aim my gun at him, before lowering it down to his leg and waving it in his direction, “This is for Natalie King,” I state as I aim for his knee and the round goes off. I watch with delight as he falls to the floor and wails like a dying animal.
I pick up the bag I put on the floor and throw the gun to Drag before I run up the stairs and into the room he shared with Natalie. I grab as much clothes, undergarments, and shoes as I can fit into the bag before rushing back downstairs.
“Do yourself a favor, you stupid motherfucker, don’t come looking for Miss King. You come looking for her, and my friend here will finish what he started,” he points the gun in my direction, and I growl at him like a bear before following Drag out the door and slamming it shut behind us.
“Let’s get out of here before someone calls the cops,” Drag shouts as we take off running towards our bikes.
Within minutes we are back on the road heading towards Everett and back at the lodge.
I sprint up the stairs and knock twice before I slowly open the door and find Natalie sitting on the edge of the bed pulling on her shoes. Her entire face lights up when she spots me, and she bolts up from the bed and throws her arms around me.
The others watch in shock as I pull her up off the floor and hug her close to me.
“You ready to go home?” I ask her as I set her back down. She nods once and grabs her bag as she heads out to a waiting Drag.
Satch crosses his arms over his chest as he leans back against the dresser, “Do I even want to ask what that was all about?”
“Don’t ask questions that you know you don’t want the answers to,” I tell him as I move to the bathroom to make sure we didn’t forget anything.
I pull my cut on over my jacket after I check all the drawers and drag my backpack with me down to my hog before helping Natalie put her helmet on in the pouring rain and help her mount behind me. This time she doesn’t hesitate as she wraps her arms around me. I don’t wait for Drag as he goes to drop the keys off in the office. The others will wait for him; I need to get Nat out of here just in case we are followed.
Chapter Fourteen
Natalie
The drive to Maple Valley is done in complete silence. No one even says a word when we pull into the gas station and fill up on gas. It’s almost like they are afraid to speak and jinx this entire thing. They probably just want to get home as badly as I do and get to safety. After all, there is safety in numbers, and I highly doubt these four make up the entire Dragon Skulls Motorcycle Club.
I feel excitement surround me as I spot the sign that indicates we are entering Maple Valley. I expect to head straight for the clubhouse, but instead, Parker and Drag split off from the group and take me down a residential neighborhood full of large houses.
They stop at the end of the street and cut their engines. I quickly get off so I can stretch my legs and look up at the large blue house before me. The house looks like it was just built yesterday with its giant wrap-around porch and a fresh paint job. The screen door flies open, and an older woman comes running out the door and lands straight in Drag’s arms. That must be Dorothy.
“Where is she?” Dorothy demands once she’s done hugging Drag. She spots me and runs towards me so she can engulf me in her arms. She hugs me close, and her smell is what I would imagine an actual mother would smell like, laundry detergent and freshly baked cookies. Suddenly I feel like I’m home for the first time in my entire life.
The second she lets me go and walks off after Drag, Parker is there to catch me.
“Easy there, Angel. You okay?” he asks in concern as he steadies me and hugs me into his side as he secures his bike and we walk towards the front of the house.
“Why do you keep calling me that?” I ask stopping short and pulling him to a stop alongside me.
“What? Angel?
Because you are my Angel, that’s the first thing I thought of when I saw you that day. That you were a motorcycle Angel with that jacket on. Although I do prefer you wearing my cut,” he wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I playfully punch him in his stomach. “What did I say?” he asks as he throws his hands up in the air innocently, as I walk off.
I stop far enough away from the house that the others can’t hear me, “I would honestly prefer you wearing the cut naked while you fuck me,” I tell him with a wink.
“That’s not fair, you can’t say things like that to me and then walk away,” he groans as he trails behind me. “You’re lucky this isn’t my house.”
“Watch me,” I tell him playfully as I walk inside the house and leave him standing outside.
His smile stays on his face as he walks inside and Dorothy must notice because she looks over at her husband who nods once at her and then she turns her smile to me.
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” she says as she picks up a plate full of food and brings it over to the table. “I feel like you are my daughter already and yet we have never met before this moment. I know everything, Roman told me all about everything you went through. I hope that’s okay with you. From the times we’ve spoken on the phone, I feel like we’re family already,” she smiles at me hopefully.
I return her smile as I take a seat next to Parker at the table and Dorothy begins to pass the plates of food around. She’s made enough food to feed an entire army, and I can’t but laugh as Drag passes me the plate of mashed potatoes,
“What’s so funny, Natalie?” Drag asks me in a curt tone.
I gulp down my laugh and look down shyly at my plate.
I hear a smack followed by, “Behave, Roman, where are your manners? Don’t chastise her at the table like that. This isn’t the clubhouse. I’m in charge here.”
I see who runs things around here.