Marked Skulls MC Series: Books 1-5

by Rylan, Savannah

  “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he growled, and his eyes narrowed and became darker. I gulped and licked my lips. I didn’t know where to begin!

  “I…I…” I was fumbling with the words, while my hands continued to stroke his cock.

  We were sitting on the bathroom floor, facing each other; our legs were tangled up together and our breathing was heavy.

  “Tell me exactly what you want,” he said, in a harsher more commanding voice. I was quivering for him, I was stroking him harder as we stared into each other’s eyes.

  “I want you to spank me,” I blurted. I had never said those words to anybody before. I didn’t even know that I wanted to be spanked, that I had ever harbored those thoughts.

  A smile was spreading on Rodeo’s face, he was pleased with my response.

  Grabbing me by my waist, he pulled me up on his lap. He was positioning me in a way so that my breasts were pressed down on his thighs and my legs were stretched out. My butt arched upwards towards him and I could feel electric shocks running up and down my spine.

  He had already pulled my skirt up to my hips, exposing my butt to him. Now he stroked my butt cheeks with his large warm hands.

  “Sweet Jordan wants to be spanked?” he said, in a deep guttural growl. My breath was caught in my throat as I waited for that moment.

  His hand clapped down on my butt and I gasped. He was gentle with me at first and my whole body shook. He stroked that spot where he’d spanked me, and then he slapped it again. This time it was harder.

  I was thrust forward from the force, and I could feel the sting on my skin. I moaned loudly, as the throbbing in my pussy became stronger. He stroked my butt again, and then with his fingers hooked on the thin lace of my panties, he pulled it roughly down my legs.

  With one hand, he gently stroked my head and with the other, he spanked my other butt cheek, even harder now. It was a strange mix of pleasure and pain, and I didn’t even know that I would enjoy it so much. That it would set my whole body on fire.

  I could feel my clit throbbing and swelling up. I wanted to reach down and stroke it. I was desperate to make myself come, but Rodeo was spanking me again. He grabbed my butt and squeezed it with his large hand. Then he slapped it again. I could feel my butt jiggling and quivering from the force of his spanking. There was a tightness in my belly and I started rolling my hips, stroking his cock with my stomach.

  Rodeo groaned and then he bunched up my hair and gently pulled me up again. He was looking deep into my eyes, his face was dark and his lips were firmly set in a thin line.

  “You liked that?” he asked, and together we stood up off the floor. He was holding me by my hair and I looked into his eyes defiantly. I wanted his cock to thrust into me hard. My whole body was poised to be fucked, and to be fucked roughly.

  Rodeo was pushing me back towards the wall, and I followed his lead. Our eyes were locked, my mouth was hanging open with desire.

  “You had your way, now I’m going to have mine,” he growled and grabbing my hips, he flipped me around. I gasped as I fell towards the wall. He was pinning me to it with his body, and my cheek was pressed against it. I could feel his cock digging into my back, his hands on my hips and my thighs.

  “You are so fucking irresistible, Jordan,” he whispered in my ear.

  * * *

  Rodeo was sucking on my earlobe, as he started undressing me. I could feel his solid chest pressed against my back. I moved my body, with my eyes closed and my breathing heavy. Everywhere his hand touched my skin, he was leaving a trail of goosebumps. I liked the way his beard tickled my ear roughly.

  Now we were both naked. I was pinned to the wall and he had his body pressed to my back.

  His hands found my butt again, and he squeezed before his fingers trailed down the crack towards my pussy. Slowly, he stroked my folds from behind and I gasped and moaned. His forefinger was sliding in, rubbing my folds and slipping deep into my pussy.

  “Rodeo, oh my God!” I squealed, as his middle finger joined in. He was kissing my shoulder gently, nibbling on my earlobe and his fingers started sliding in and out of my pussy repeatedly. I couldn’t control the rising explosion in my body. He was going to make me come just like this!

  Then, as suddenly as he had pushed me against the wall, he started positioning me differently. He pulled me back and then bent me forward, so I had no choice but to reach out and place my palms on the wall.

  My breasts were hanging down, swinging, and my nipples ached for his mouth. But Rodeo was concentrating on having me the way he wanted. His fingers slipped out from my pussy and now I could feel the throbbing heat of his cock.

  With one hand, he was gripping my waist and with the other, he held his cock and slapped it down on my butt. I gasped again, just before he thrust his cock into me.

  I moaned and my body was pushed forward but he was holding my waist tightly, stopping my head from knocking against the wall. I could feel his cock sliding in, his whole length rubbing against the folds of my pussy as he dove deeper and deeper into me.

  “Please, Rodeo, please don’t stop,” I groaned, and he started thrusting harder. I could hear him grunting too, with every deep push he made inside me, I knew I was falling quickly over the edge.

  His cock was big inside me, my pussy was tight around it and the friction was driving me mad. Our bodies slammed into each other’s as he got rougher. I moaned with every thrust, the tip of his cock was stroking that secret spot inside my pussy which was going to set my orgasm in motion.

  Rodeo groaned and kept me in place as he plowed into me. In and out, hard. I had my eyes closed, I was moaning loudly as my body swelled and rose towards an orgasm.

  “I’m going to come!” I shrieked, just as I exploded.

  Rodeo was riding me hard, my body shook and the knots in my belly loosened. I could feel my juices spilling out of me, he was coming too. I heard him grunt and his grip on my waist became tighter. He was shooting his seed into me, and I couldn’t believe that we were coming together.

  I was out of breath, I could feel myself filled with his hot cum. As my orgasm begun to relieve, I felt the trickle of his cum sliding down the insides of my thighs. I was still moaning, his cock was still buried deep inside me.

  He gave my butt a tight loud slap, before he pulled himself out of me.

  “Fuck!” he growled and staggered back.

  I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath. My face was pressed up against it, my whole body was heaving. Even though Rodeo had pulled himself out of me, I could still feel the length of his cock inside my pussy.

  “Hey,” I heard him say and then he placed a hand on my shoulder.

  “You okay?” he asked and I turned to face him. My breasts were heaving, and he looked at them and smiled. I gulped. This wasn’t just any kind of ordinary sex with a guy I found sexy. I had felt something deep inside me, I always felt it every time I was with Rodeo.

  “You’re going to be fine,” he said softly and I fell into his arms.

  I could have died today! The realization hit me like a rock, and I clung to him like he was the only one who could make all this go away.

  We were standing in the middle of my bathroom, and Rodeo was holding me tight, stroking my back and my hair softly.

  “You need to get some sleep, woman,” he said, and before I knew what he was going to do, he had lifted me up in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and allowed him to carry me out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom.

  He laid me down on the bed gently and was beginning to tuck me in.

  “Rodeo,” I said, gripping his wrist tightly. He stopped and looked into my eyes.

  “When will I see you again? I asked him. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to my forward. He was smiling, his blue eyes were glittering.

  “Go to sleep, Jordan. You’ll see me in the morning. I’m not going anywhere,” he said.

  Those words were like music to my ears. I felt my breath catch in my
throat as I tried to control the excitement. I couldn’t believe that he had suggested this, all on his own! He was going to spend the night with me again. He was going to sleep in my bed!

  I watched as he walked around the bed to the other side and got in under the covers beside me.

  “Goodnight, Jordan,” he said in the dark, and I slid over closer to him. He was cradling me in his arms and I breathed in his scent.

  “Goodnight, Rodeo,” I replied softly.

  15

  Rodeo

  This morning when I woke up in Jordan’s bed, I didn’t panic the way I had the previous morning. I turned to look at her and saw her beautiful face deep in sleep. I reached out and stroked her cheek softly and her eyelids fluttered in her sleep.

  I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make us both two mugs of coffee. I wanted to make her breakfast, but I’d never cooked anything a day in my life. So, I had no other choice but to throw open all the cupboard doors till I found the box of cereal. I poured it into two bowls, poured some milk into a jug and I arranged all of it on a tray.

  In the bedroom, Jordan was just about waking up when I walked in.

  “What’s all this?” she asked groggily, and she had a smile on her face.

  I placed the tray on the bed between us, and got in beside her again.

  “Just wanted to apologize for my rudeness yesterday,” I told her and she leaned over towards me and we kissed.

  I didn’t want to fight it anymore. It satisfied me way more to please her, to spend time with Jordan and keep her safe—than it made me angry while resisting this new change in my life.

  Jordan sat up in bed and sipped her coffee. She couldn’t stop grinning, and I couldn’t stop staring at her.

  “I am in shock!” she said with a laugh, while she poured milk into the bowl of cereal. I was already eating mine. I couldn’t remember the last time I had breakfast with someone I’d slept with the previous night. That had probably never happened; and yet this felt natural. It felt like the most comfortable thing to do.

  “So am I!” I replied and we smiled at each other. When I looked into Jordan’s dark glittering eyes, she shied away from me and bit down on her lip.

  “I’m guessing you’re going to be busy today again?” she asked and I breathed in deeply.

  “I need to sort this out before it gets out of hand, and after what happened last night—I want to make sure that you’re safe,” I told her. Jordan nodded her head and kept her eyes averted from me. I’d reminded her of what happened last night, I’d made her worried and sad again even though that wasn’t my intention.

  “But I don’t want you to spend the day by yourself,” I said and she snapped her head up to look at me.

  “Can I go with you?” she asked, and I saw the eagerness in her eyes. She was like an excited child and I couldn’t help but smile.

  “It might be a little too dangerous, I’m not sure where I’m going to go and what I might have to do. You’ll be safer here,” I said and she seemed disappointed by my answer, but nodded her head anyway.

  “Yeah, I’m sure you’re right,” she said.

  “But I’m going to ask Lila and Girth to come over and spend the day with you,” I added and she was looking at me again.

  “Really? I like Lila,” she said and now she was smiling again. It was crazy how happy it made me to see Jordan smile.

  “And Girth is the best man for the job. I trust him, and he’s a good bodyguard,” I said and she was nodding her head.

  “Thank you Rodeo, that makes me feel much safer,” she told me and I reached for her face to stroke her soft luscious cheeks. I couldn’t believe how lucky I felt to wake up beside her, for her to give herself to me. I was glad that I’d kicked down her door. That Hugh had told me about his uncooperative witness.

  “You don’t have to thank me, Jordan. I want to do this for you. I want to make sure you’re being looked after,” I said and she leaned towards me so that we could kiss again.

  * * *

  I parked my bike outside Fred’s apartment building. The last time I was here was ten days ago. After a night of drinking, we had both stumbled up the stairs and into his apartment. I’d taken the pull-out couch in his living room and Fred had passed out on the floor with a bottle of beer in his hand.

  I pushed my hands into the pockets of my jacket now, as I stared up at the window of his apartment. I hadn’t been able to make myself go to his place before this. I didn’t want to be flooded with memories of laughing and chilling with the man I most looked up to. I had to clench my jaws so that I wouldn’t growl out in anger.

  I needed to do this. I needed to go into Fred’s apartment and look around. Girth might have been right—if there was a personal connection between him and the Hell’s Drifters, this was the only place I could find it. I had been mad at Girth for suggesting it at first, but now I had my doubts.

  Did I really know Fred as well as I thought I did? As well as he knew me? He had a life before we met, he was at least three decades older than me—I realized I was being naive in assuming that there were no secrets between us.

  Reality was sinking in right now, as I took the stairs slowly up to his apartment. Fred was dead, and it was my responsibility now to avenge his death. That was what he would have done for me.

  I waited outside his apartment door, wondering what I might find inside. What had he left behind for me to find? Did I even want to know?

  * * *

  The apartment was deathly quiet as I should have expected it to be, but it was also cold and dark. The first thing I did when I walked into Fred’s home, was pull open all the curtains on the windows.

  Everything seemed to be in its place, Fred hadn’t left in a hurry. But what was he doing in that neighborhood at five in the morning?

  I walked through the rooms, and I couldn’t stop picturing Fred there with me. He made a mean chocolate-chip pancake, I thought and grinned.

  I didn’t know where to begin looking. I ran my fingers over his collection of DVDs and picked up his electric guitar from the floor. Why had the Hell’s Drifters picked him as a target? How did they know where to find him at five in the morning? Were they following him?

  I walked into his bedroom and looked around some more. In his closet his small collection of clothes lay hanging neatly. He wasn’t packing to go anywhere.

  Then I remembered something that Jordan had told me. She said that when Fred heard the biker approaching, he began to run. Why would he have run if he wasn’t expecting someone to hurt him?

  I could feel my adrenaline pumping in my veins. Did Fred make a run for it because he knew that they were coming for him? Was he expecting to get shot? Girth’s theory that there might have been a personal connection between Fred and Hell’s Drifters; was beginning to sound more likely by the minute.

  There was a desk in the corner of his bedroom, underneath a bolted window. I pulled open the drawers and flipped through the stacks of papers and notebooks in there.

  As I rummaged, I found one stack of what looked like letters, tied together with a string. I was curious. This was an unlikely thing for Fred to do. He had neatly tied a string around some old looking letters and he just never struck me as the kind of man to do a thing like that. I never knew him as the sentimental type.

  I picked up the bunch of pages and sat down on Fred’s bed. These were handwritten letters, but I didn’t recognize the handwriting. I flipped over one of the letters and saw his name at the bottom of it. Fred had written a letter? Another unlikely thing for him to do. How many other things didn’t I know about him?

  Fred wouldn’t have wanted me to read these letters—they were personal, but I was curious and I needed to know the truth. He had written this letter to a woman called Sarah. I didn’t know any Sarah, and I racked my brain to think if Fred had ever mentioned a Sarah to me.

  Dear Sarah,

  I know I haven’t sent you a letter in a long time, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t written any. I
keep writing these letters and then decide not to send them. I don’t want to disrupt your life, I know I’ve hurt you and how much it hurts you now to receive one of these. Maybe I won’t send this one either.

  How is our little baby girl? You might not think that this is true, but I would literally give anything to just see you and our daughter, just once, just for a little while. But I know I can’t, and it is all my fault.

  I wish that I never got involved with the Hell’s Drifters. I wish I didn’t owe them money, but even if I paid everything back to them—which I know I will in a few years, my life and your life will always be in danger. They will never stop wanting more, they are fucking greedy sons of bitches.

  See, this is why I can never send these letters to you. I’m pretty sure that you don’t want to open one of these up and see it filled up with curses and my sob story.

  I hope you’re trying to lead a normal life, that our little baby is having as normal a life as possible. That is all I want for her and you, and I wish that you would let me help.

  I’m sorry Sarah, that I got you involved in this. I shouldn’t have ever led you on, I shouldn’t have pretended that I could have a normal life with you. I never could, I never will because I will always be running away from them. I will always be looking over my shoulder.

  I hope you understand why I had to give you up. It was for your safety, and for the safety of our little girl. If I allowed the Hell’s Drifters to ever find out that I have a family, that I have people who I love more than life itself—they would use you as leverage against me. They would hurt you. I did this to keep you safe. I want you both to have a happy and wholesome life and the only way you can do that is without me in your lives.

  One day maybe, I will be able to see her in person when she’s grown up. Maybe by then I would have got these motherfuckers off my back. I’ll be waiting for that day, Sarah, when I can pull you into my arms again and tell our daughter how beautiful she is.