Marked Skulls MC Series: Books 1-5

by Rylan, Savannah

  “Don’t lie to me, Alexis. You came here because you knew you’d find me here,” he growled and with a sudden surge of strength, I pushed my palms against his chest.

  He released his grip on my hips and stepped away from me.

  “Where is he? Was he with you?” I asked and Abe clenched his jaws.

  “Yes, he was, but he’s not with me anymore. I don’t know where he is,” he said and ran a hand through his hair. I bit down on my lip and looked away from him, trying to gulp down the tears that were welling up in my eyes again. Damn those fucking tears! Why couldn’t I keep my emotions in check around this man?

  “So, he’s forgiven you but not me. Abe, who can do no wrong!” I snapped.

  “I don’t want to interfere between the two of you,” he said and I glared at him.

  “You caused it!” I screeched and Abe arched his brows at me, grinning menacingly.

  “And what about you, Alexis? You’re telling me that you’re not still thinking about that orgasm you had in my arms?” he asked, taking a step towards me. I leaned back, pressing myself against my car door again.

  “I regret that. It was a mistake, and I want Oz to know that I haven’t changed my mind about you,” I snapped and Abe nodded his head.

  “Well, he hasn’t changed his mind either, and you’re going to ruin your relationship with him if you keep mothering him,” he said.

  “Mothering him? You don’t know the first thing about my family!” I screamed and Abe came even closer.

  “I know a little bit. Your dad was in a street gang, got himself shot when Oz was just a kid. Mother turned alcoholic and died a few years ago. You couldn’t go to college so you got a job to pay the bills…my sources aren’t always wrong, Alexis,” Abe said and I gulped, lifting my chin up in protest.

  “Whatever you think you know about us isn’t enough. Not enough for you to use my brother,” I said and Abe clenched his jaws in anger.

  “For fuck’s sake, Alexis! I’m not fucking using him. I’m trying to make a better life for him, to give him an opportunity because he deserves it. I used to be like that kid!” he growled and I stared at him.

  “And look at you now,” I said, in a softer, deeper voice and I looked over him.

  “I know what you think of me, Alexis, that I’m nothing but a thug, but you’re fucking wrong.”

  “I don’t care what you are, Abe, all I want is for my brother to stay away from you and your MC. What you do with your life doesn’t concern me,” I hissed and Abe grabbed me again.

  I gasped when he pulled me close to him, pressing me to his chest and wrapping his big strong arms around me. I was in his death grip and he had no plans of letting go.

  “Stop lying to yourself, Alexis. Stop telling yourself that you don’t care. If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t be here, you wouldn’t be so jealous of all the girls in there,” he said, and I nearly cried out with shame. I didn’t expect him to have noticed my jealousy. I wriggled in his arms but he kept a tight grip on me.

  “I’ll let you go. I’ll let you get back in your car and drive away, if you look me in the eye and tell me that you don’t want me right now,” he said. I glared at him, trying to conjure up the lie. If I could just get the words out, then maybe he would leave us alone, maybe I wouldn’t have to see him again. But I couldn’t do it.

  Instead, I leaned towards him, kissing him strongly on his lips. Being in his arms, feeling his heart beating in his chest against mine—had made me dizzy, had made me lose my senses.

  Abe kissed me back deeply, sliding his tongue into my mouth again and when he released his grip around me, he lifted me up instead.

  With my arms around his neck, and his tongue in my mouth; he carried me over to his bike and rested me down on it. I pulled him back to myself, kissing him manically, like I would never get to kiss him again.

  My hands were all over him, I reached for his cock and cupped it. I heard him grunt as I started stroking.

  “Fuck you, woman,” he grunted, pulling his mouth away from me and I leaned back, making myself fall over the bike while his hands cupped my breasts.

  I was draped over his bike, my hair falling under me, nearly grazing the ground, while his hands travelled all over my body. He squeezed my breasts, rolled up my t-shirt and pressed his lips to my navel. I moaned, my skin was covered in goosebumps.

  With his hands on my hips again, he swung me back up. My face was flushed, I was breathing hard, staring at his handsome rugged face. I reached for his cheeks, there was a light stubble on his jaws and I rubbed my hands against it, thrilling at the sharp rough feel of it.

  Abe was glaring at me angrily, his hands were traveling down my back, down the back of my jeans till he was clutching my ass and squeezing. I rolled my hips as I sat on the seat of the bike, waiting for what was going to happen next.

  “You know you are sexier than every woman in there,” he said, in a deep husky voice and I felt my heart leap. I believed him. I knew that was how he felt, it wasn’t a lie. This was the man I didn’t want to trust but in that moment, I trusted him completely.

  “Then why were you in there?” I asked him and Abe pulled his hands out of my jeans, so he could wrap his arms around my torso again.

  “Because I didn’t think I would see you again,” he growled, bringing his face close to me again. I gulped, feeling my heart racing in my chest. It was more than just a raw animal desire that I was feeling right now. I was feeling something else that I was trying to push back down my throat.

  It couldn’t be…I didn’t even know this man. He was all wrong for me. He was wrong for Oz!

  Abe lifted me up again, this time planting my feet on the ground.

  “Have you ever been fucked on a bike before, Alexis?” he asked and I shook my head. Abe smiled and whipped me around. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t believe I was doing this with him again.

  * * *

  I could feel his hands on my jeans, pulling them down to my knees so that my ass was exposed to him. His rough big hands were on them now, squeezing and kneading my flesh. My pussy was already dripping wet, and he wound his arm around to feel it. His fingers slipped into my pussy and I moaned.

  He hadn’t taken off his pants yet, but I could feel the delicious bulge of him, digging into my ass while he stroked me, testing me for my wetness. I was clutching the seat of the bike for support while he wreaked havoc on my body.

  I was panting wildly, shuddering at his every touch, every rough thrust of his finger in my folds.

  Then he tugged at my thong, pulling and stretching it till it snapped. I could feel the silky material sliding down my thighs and I gasped.

  I heard the sound of metal clinking next. He was undoing his belt, taking off his pants and I pressed my eyes close, waiting for the sensation of his cock.

  We were both hungry for each other. There was no time or need for foreplay, I wanted him now. I wanted him to make me feel like I was the sexiest woman in the world, sexier than all those hot girls with their voluptuous boobs in the strip club.

  He grabbed my ass again, and this time, I felt the tip of his cock against the slit of my butt. I cried out with desire, calling out his name.

  “Tell me what you want, Alexis,” I heard him growl behind me, while his hands traced the shape of my curves and my hips and my ass.

  “I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me over your bike,” I cried out and I gasped again when he handled me roughly. His hands were gripping my waist and I stuck my ass out towards him. His cock slid up and down the slit of my butt again, throbbing menacingly, hungry for my pussy.

  I could feel my swollen clit growing, the knots in my belly had tightened and without warning, with one violent thrust; Abe had pushed his cock into me. I cried out, clutching the seat tighter as my body fell forward.

  “Stay still, woman!” he scolded, pulling me back again by my shoulders and driving his cock into me again. My pussy felt tighter in this position, I could feel every in
ch of his cock sliding into me, reaching deep inside me and then pulling out.

  I had my eyes pressed close, I felt out of breath as he started ramming into me. I moaned with every thrust and Abe grunted. I could feel his hands on my shoulders, pressing into my skin, holding me tightly in position while his cock took over my body.

  In and out, our bodies smashed together. I forgot where we were. I didn’t care that Abe was fucking me in a parking lot, out in the open in the dark. It didn’t bother me that anybody could walk out of the strip club and find us there. Me on his bike with my ass pressed up against his stomach, his cock pounding in and out of my pussy repeatedly.

  I knew I was close to coming, I could feel it rising up in me. His cock was stretching my folds, stroking that spot inside me that he knew so well.

  “Come for me. I want to feel you coming while I’m fucking you,” I heard him say, his voice was like a command, and I obeyed.

  I released myself, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I felt my juices flood over his cock, starting to trickle down the insides of my thighs. I moved, shaking, calling out his name while he continued to pound me. His bike was moving too, with each of his thrusts and Abe grunted loud.

  I knew he was about to come too. He waited for my orgasm to subside, for my moans to become quieter, before he pulled his cock out, spraying his cum all over my ass. I rolled my hips seductively while he stroked himself, spilling his seed all over my body once again.

  I could hear him grunting and moaning as he came, cursing under his breath and then a few moments later, he stopped stroking. I stopped feeling the stickiness of cum dribble down on me. I moved, nearly tripping on my tight jeans that were at my knees.

  Abe stepped up to me, helping me pull my pants up to my waist before he pulled up his own. In silence, we gathered ourselves. I could still feel his cum on my ass, but that would have to wait. I didn’t have anything to wipe it with right now, and it gave me a strange thrill to know that I had a part of him on me. It was a reminder of what we had done.

  Abe looked at me and he was opening his mouth to speak. I didn’t let him, instead, I turned from him and walked back to my car. I picked up the keys that I’d dropped near the door earlier and I got in.

  Abe didn’t follow me this time, even though I could feel his eyes on me from where he was standing near his bike still. I drove out of the parking lot, with my hands quivering on the steering wheel.

  Why did I keep doing this to myself? Why couldn’t I resist him when I knew that we had no future together?

  I drove back to our apartment, and when I got in, I could hear Oz snoring in his room. I should have just stayed in, I shouldn’t have gone looking for them.

  I took a shower in the dead of night and climbed into bed feeling exhausted. I felt like I was spiraling out of control. I couldn’t stop thinking about Abe.

  14

  Abe

  At Church the next day, I invited Oz to attend so I could formally introduce him to Lewis and the others. He arrived in the same beat up truck and when he walked in, looking as enthusiastic as ever; I could sense my brothers and Lewis glare at him like he was an alien.

  Granted, he was much younger than the rest of us, and he had a mop of shaggy ginger hair and freckles on his cheeks and neck—but they were only looking at him superficially. I, on the other hand, was aware of what this kid was capable of.

  I made the introductions, and Lewis shook his hand, eyeing him up and down. Oz smiled widely and didn’t know what to do with his hands as he stood behind me, fidgeting.

  Rodeo began to give Lewis the details of our meeting with Paz Garcia. Lewis watched us with narrowed eyes, nodding his head as he listened.

  “They want a trial run in a week’s time?” he asked, when Rodeo was finally done talking.

  “Yeah, we don’t have the means to handle it. Tell Abe that!” Rodeo retorted and Lewis looked at me for my input.

  “I’m working on it. Right now, we have Oz. This would be the perfect opportunity for us to put him to the test,” I said and Lewis turned his eyes on the kid again.

  “And if he fails, which I have a feeling he will, what do we do then? Besides, what is one kid going to add to this mission?” Rodeo thundered and I glared at him, hoping he would just back the fuck down.

  “One extra guy is better than nothing. In a few weeks, I’ll be able to recruit more,” I replied and Lewis shook his head.

  “Rodeo is right about this. Now, instead of the three of you looking after the shipment and the distribution of these weapons, it’s going to be four of you. How much of a difference is that going to make?” Lewis asked.

  “If I can just get a gun, I swear I can add a lot. I’m confident of it,” Oz spoke up and I whipped my head around to look at him with warning.

  “First rule here, kid, is that you don’t speak till you’re spoken to!” Rodeo barked at him and Lewis waved a hand in the air.

  “It’s fine, Rodeo, back off,” Lewis said and he turned from us and walked off behind the bar to pour himself a drink.

  Lewis focused on Oz now.

  “You have experience shooting a gun?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir!” Oz replied.

  “Be honest here, kid. Have you ever shot a gun before?” Lewis growled and I saw Oz gulp as he looked straight at Lewis, holding his gaze.

  “Yes, at a few beer cans,” Oz replied and laughter rang out in the bar. I sighed deeply. This introduction wasn’t going as well as I’d planned.

  “So you’ve never actually shot a man before? An actual living thing?” Lewis asked him, grinning.

  “And Abe wants this guy to be our backup on our biggest mission yet. Everyone is losing their fucking minds!” Rodeo growled from behind the counter as he cracked open a can of beer for himself.

  Lewis chuckled and then looked at me.

  “You know he’s green, right Abe?” he asked and I nodded my head.

  “I guess we have no choice but to use him for this, since you’ve already shaken hands with that Garcia guy,” Lewis said and I could see Rodeo shaking his head from the corner of my eye.

  “He only gets one chance, remember that,” Lewis said and looked at Oz again. “If he doesn’t perform, he’s out, you get me?” he added and I nodded my head.

  “Get him outta here,” Lewis grunted and I grabbed Oz’ elbow and started leading him out of the bar.

  “That went well right?” he asked as we walked out of the bar and into daylight.

  “It went as well as it could go,” I said, releasing him.

  “Yeah, that’s what I mean,” he said and I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jeans. I was finding it hard to look this kid in the eye, knowing that I’d fucked his sister over my bike the previous night.

  “Look, I need to train you before we go in. You need to be able to use a gun. You can’t go into this thing without a weapon this time,” I said and Oz was nodding his head wildly. He had been waiting to hear these words for a long time.

  “Tell me what to do and I’ll do it, man,” he said and I ran a hand through my hair. Alexis was going to lose it if she found out that I was formally putting a gun in her brother’s hand now, but I had no choice. I believed in this kid and I knew he could be a potential goldmine for the MC. All he needed, was this one chance to prove himself and I would have to help him get there.

  “Meet me at Lewis’ garage in two hours. We’re going to start practicing some shots at the back,” I said. Oz smiled and nodded and I watched him run to his truck and get in.

  I started smoking a cigarette as I watched him drive away. I had a lot running on this kid now, my own dignity and reliability in the MC was riding on him. I needed Oz to come through and prove himself, and now there was another problem digging away at my brain—I didn’t want to see Alexis cry again. I didn’t want her to worry about her brother, which I knew she would.

  Why did I even care about what she thought? When did I start giving a shit?

  15

  Alexis />
  I was in the sauces aisle, picking out new stock from boxes and arranging them on the shelves. It wasn’t the most exciting work, but it was exactly what I needed—something mechanical and routine, something I could do without having to think too much. I needed my brain to go numb, I needed the distraction from Abe and Oz.

  My brother had finally done what I’d been wanting him to do for years. He had gotten out of bed early in the morning, even before I had a chance to leave my bedroom. I heard the front door shut when I stepped out, and I found a half eaten cheese sandwich on the kitchen table.

  I should have been happy knowing that maybe Oz was finally beginning to develop good habits, but I couldn’t get rid of that itching feeling that he had only gotten up that early because he had to meet Abe. Abe was making him do it.

  I’d been thinking about Abe all night, he was stuck in my head and no matter how hard I tried; I couldn’t get him out of there. I hadn’t said a word to him after we had sex and he said nothing either. It was like we had both mutually felt it, this weird spark. Like it could possibly be more than just sex; that it was more than just each other’s bodies that we needed.

  For my part, I knew what it was that was drawing me to him. I felt safe around him, no matter how strongly I believed that his life was dangerous—I knew that if he was there, nothing was going to happen to me. He also knew how to make me feel noticed, like I was more than just a redheaded girl working in a supermarket. He looked at me like I might have something more to offer the world and it was an addictive feeling. I couldn’t wait for the next time that he would look at me.

  But Abe was not that kind of guy. Even if he felt that spark and connection between us last night; he was not the sort of man who was looking for anything other than sex. He wasn’t like Joshua.

  What he really wanted, was Oz, and I happened to be a side distraction, a play-thing in his hands.

  I shook my head. The point of taking on this task of arranging the bottles of sauces on these shelves was so that I could stop thinking about everything, especially Abe.