“I think someone protests to much about being spanked. We will explore that later. Stay.” He unfastened his pants, his cock hard and ready as he set it free from its confinement. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.” Dark Horse slid into her warm body. “God you feel amazing.” He lifted her up, wrapping his arms around her and pulled slowly out to thrust back in. But first, he needed to correct something. Dark Horse stopped all movement, staring down at Lilly. “Now, you want to tell me why you feel so guilty?”
She tried to get him to move, but he held her still, even though it was pure torture for him.
“This is so not fair and not the time to talk about it.” She nipped his shoulder, and he smiled.
“Oh, it’s the perfect time, and I can do that, too.” He bit down on her shoulder.
“Dark Horse!” she cried, out as he pulled out and thrust back into her. But she wasn’t the only one affected by what he did.
Lilly’s pussy tightened; her nails dug into his shoulders. “Oh my god. What are you doing to me,” she whimpered as a small orgasm ran through her. But it wasn’t enough.
Growling, Dark Horse started to move harder and faster into her, covering her mouth as she stiffened and her eyes got big. “Come, little flower. Give me all that you have,” he growled, his own orgasm upon him. His seed shot into her, filling her as he ran his tongue over the spot he had bitten, kissing it as he tried to catch his breath.
He turned around, resting his ass against the car, staring at the beauty in his arms. “Lilly, remind me to show you the scar where this Fuzz got me six years ago. You didn’t do this, Lilly. He knew something was up long ago, and has been trying to stop us on our journey. If anything, maybe I caused this. He was so angry the last time we met, that he didn’t kill me.” Dark Horse shrugged. “We’ll never know. But we need to move on now. We have a hard road ahead of us. There is no room for guilt.” He placed a kiss on her neck. “How come I smell food on you?”
Lilly giggled. “Because we got Chinese, a bottle of wine for Kizzy and me, and some beer for you guys. I want to sit on the front porch and watch the storm come in.” Lilly rubbed her cheek on his shoulder just as the rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance.
“Well then, let’s get dressed and eat so we can watch this storm come in. We have a lot to discuss too. I have some news about the tunnels you might find interesting.”
Dark Horse helped Lilly get dressed, but she kept frowning and turning to look toward the darkening skies out the window. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know, but something or someone is coming, and I have a bad feeling.” She rubbed her hands up and down her arms.
He scooped her up and made a dash for the house where, he found Running Wolf holding Kizzy in his arms on the swing. “Her, too?”
Soaring Eagle stepped outside. “It would seem this Fuzz wasn’t the real threat, because whatever is coming this way is worse. The Great Mother is going to test us all once more.”
His words filled Dark Horse’s heart with dread as he sat down, holding tight to the most precious thing in his life. “How do we prepare?” He ran his hand up her back. He had a feeling this would be their final test as a group, as a family, before they all split in separate directions.
No one spoke for a long time, everyone staring at the approaching storm as Lilly curled up closer to him. “We’ll make it, all of us, but others will not.” Lilly’s voice cracked when she turned to stare at him then at Kizzy who had tears running down her cheeks, nodding.
“Death is not the end. The end is when your soul finally rests,” Soaring Eagle whispered. “The next battle will be not of man, now, but of the past.”
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Chapter One
“Each of us seeks something in life, but it is what we do with it when we find it that is what counts.” Running Wolf, President, White Buffalo MC
William Teter loomed over her bruised and broken body, his greasy hair hanging in his face. “I told you I’d have you one way or another. You think I’d allow some breed to take what’s mine? I’d rather you be dead first, but, before that, I will sample what you give so freely away.” He ripped at her clothes. Pleasure lit his eyes at her struggles. She tried to fight him, but it only seemed to excite him as he tore open the front of her blouse.
“No!” Kizzy screamed herself awake, almost dropping the laptop in the process. Once more, she had fallen asleep while searching the Internet in her little reading nook. But this wasn’t a nightmare, it was more. Kizzy could feel it in her gut, and her late momma always told her never to ignore her instincts.
Kizzy wouldn’t ignore this dream. In addition to good advice, her mother had passed along a gift and sometimes sent signs even now. This dream, though, seemed so real that the evil was still present in her tiny house. She checked her home, not missing any hidden places he could hide, as if afraid he’d pop out from somewhere. Time to move on.
Her gaze lowered to her laptop screen where the man, Running Wolf, leaned against his motorcycle, his attention focused on something off in the distance. A beaded headband confined the long, dark hair falling to his shoulders. She was drawn to him but still chilled by the resemblance to the evil man in her dream.
Kizzy scribbled the phone number from the website on a scrap of paper and shut her laptop down. She tried to relax, taking a deep breath, her attention on the woods surrounding her tiny house. She curled up in her little window seat and drew in energy from outside. Sometimes, the ground and plants talked to her. In mid-May, the flowers, trees, and her garden were off to a wonderful beginning. She had planted twice what she usually did, knowing her friends, the small group of Shawnee, would need every bit she could grow. She had also planted wild lettuce, berries, and any other thing she could think of between her property line and their small piece of land because their pride made it hard for them to accept “handouts.”
She toyed with the piece of paper in her hand, debating on calling. Her friends wanted to keep their whereabouts quiet, but their children were hungry and, if what she heard was true, they had a bigger problem at hand.
The thought of William Teter going near her new friends brought up a protective streak in her. He was the most disgusting pig she had ever met. The man would do anything to steal the land Lone Star had purchased for his people.
Her gaze moved to the picture on the wall of her mom pointing a stick at her, needing some kind of connection with her. She’d been yelling, “I swear you are a fierce warrior, my Kizzy. It will take a strong man to capture you.” Kizzy missed her parents. Their deaths still fresh in her heart, a tear slid down her cheek.
The phone next to her rang and startled her out of her thoughts. Dread filled her as she noticed the number on the screen, and Kizzy moaned. William Teter. If she didn’t answer it, the dickwad would show up at her front door. If he wasn’t already out there, waiting for her next move. She shivered at the memory of the time she had spotted him with a pair of binoculars aimed at her house as she arrived home from visiting Rose and Lone Star.
“Hello, William. What do you want?”
“I thought maybe you’d like to grab something to eat? I know you were digging in your garden all day and must be awful tired,” William said.
“No, thank you. I’m taking a hot bath and going to read a book. I told you I’m not interested. You need to find someone else and quit telling everyone you are going to marry me. It’s not going to happen.”
“Aren’t you taking this hard to get a bit far? I’ve given you plenty of time to come to your senses, but I just might have to take a stronger approach. I will talk to you soon, my dear. Take your hot bath while I decide what our next step should be.” The line went dead.
That was it. Kizzy had to call in this group and hope they could help her friends because she didn’t think there was much time for her here. William was crazy and getting worse.
It had t
aken her over three months to settle into her new home. She finally had a thriving bed of medicinal and culinary herbs growing, but unless they could stop William Teter and his goonies for good, she’d have to move.
She dialed the number and hoped the articles on the web about The White Buffalo MC wasn’t some hoax because, right now, they offered the only light on the dark path she and her friends seemed to be on.
***
Running Wolf played the message on the answering machine again and leaned back in his desk chair. “Milan, Ohio, is our next run.” A long way from their warehouse in upper Michigan. His instincts demanded they get on the road. “Did you pull up all the records we’ll need?”
Sun Bull leaned back in his chair, watching him and smiling. His second-in-command could be counted on to act on a moment’s notice. “Yeah, it’s just as the woman said. This William Teter and a few of the bankers want their land. I’ve sent Penn and Raining Tom there ahead of us. Penn’s paying all the back taxes for the properties. That should help ease some of the burden for now. He is also working on buying a few other pieces of land around theirs. Raining Tom is stationed in the woods outside her home.” He stood and reached over the desk to hand Running Wolf a file. “I also have that background check on this Kizzy Lala who called. She’s a lot like us, but this woman has had a rough life. Her parents were murdered two years ago. The authorities never solved the case. She has an older brother, but he’s down in Florida with his family. Why she went from Mississippi to Ohio, I have no idea.” He shrugged. “The pictures aren’t the greatest, but she is a beauty.”
He didn’t know why, but the idea of Sun Bull thinking this woman was attractive didn’t sit well with him at all. Running Wolf opened the folder and understood why his friend had said what he did. The woman was striking, and the deep pain in her eyes drew him in like nothing else ever had. Protectiveness rose swiftly inside him. The thought of her out there, someone threatening this vulnerable beauty….
Sun Bull grinned like a fool. “So you have found her. It’s as the medicine man told us. I’ll get the others ready while you gather yourself, my friend. We’ll get there in time and protect what the Great Mother has deemed yours. It’s good to know we have our other halves out there. A lot of our men were giving up hope, but this will revive them. Do you want to wait till tomorrow or ride out tonight?”
“Tonight. We don’t know how much time they have, and this Teter gives off a very dark shadow.” Running Wolf faced his friend, Sun Bull. “I was one of those who had given up. Seems I owe the Great Mother an apology for not believing.”
“No, she understands, more than anyone, especially in this time. We have been working so hard to help our people, sometimes we forget to take time for ourselves.” Sun Bull moved to the door, grabbing his files and leather. “We’ll be waiting for you.”
She was his woman. There could be no other reason for him to feel the way he did. All the signs the old medicine man had mentioned were there: his heart was beating fast, and an amazing peace had settled over him. They would ride to Ohio right away. Yes, by late tonight, they would be camped around her home, making sure she was safe while he courted her and took care of the problem at hand—Teter, and the mayor of Milan.
The phone rang, and he answered it while stuffing papers into his bag. “We have problems. You need to get here quick. This crazy Teter is stalking the woman in question. I can see him now, he’s pacing back and forth outside her home, but he’s not the only visible threat. Seems this woman is desired by the mayor also,” his scout said.
“Do not allow anyone to enter her abode. I don’t care if you have to tie him up. We will be there in a few hours.” Running Wolf hung up and started for the door, dialing his friend Tack Duggan who worked for the Ohio State Patrol.
“Running Wolf, to what do I owe the honor of your call?” The teasing started right away as usual.
“Funny. I don’t know if you patrol up by Milan, but I’m headed that way now. There is trouble, and I was kind of hoping you could extend your services for a Kizzy Lala who is in need of protection.”
“You never ask for favors. She must be important. Not to worry. I owe you. Hell, my whole family owes you. We’ll keep her safe until you get there. I suppose you already have a man at the location?”
“Yes, Raining Tom is there, and so is Penn. Raining Tom is in the woods outside her home but says a William Teter was hanging around in the yard. One of the reasons I’m calling. If Teter attacks….”
“On my way. Talk to you soon,” Tack said.
Over thirty men waited for him on their bikes, the new horses for warriors in this time period. “We ride and know this, the threat has already begun, so we have no time to waste. Raining Tom and our friend Tack will be waiting for us. Remember, Kizzy must be protected. Let’s ride.” He swung his leg over his bike and revved the engine. “Hold on, Kizzy, love, we are coming.” His words carried into the wind as he pulled out of the drive, heading toward the highway and his destiny.
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