Marked Skulls MC Series: Books 1-5

by Rylan, Savannah

  Now that I’d finally taken her, I was addicted. Just like I knew I would be.

  She was so beautiful, her curves fit perfectly in my hands. When I kissed her, she tasted sweet. When I held her in my arms, she was soft. When I thrust my cock inside her, she throbbed tightly, making my head reel.

  But it wasn’t just about how sexy she was, and how I wanted to empty myself inside her over and over again. No. It was more than that.

  I liked to see her blush. I wanted to make her smile.

  More than wanting to undress her and rip off her panties, I wanted to hold her hand and hear her talk. It was some real fucked up shit. I thought I was going crazy.

  After Kaya left to go back to work, I went into the bar and found some of the MC scattered around the place. There was always someone to share a drink with at T-Bone, at any time of the day.

  Some of the guys were having a game of pool and I joined in, but to everyone’s surprise, I kept losing. I was usually the undefeated winner at this place. It was like something was broken. I couldn’t even play a game of pool without fucking it up.

  This morning when I woke up, I had no plans of dragging Kaya out of the diner and fucking her. In fact, I wanted to keep my distance from her for a few days. At least till this bullshit with the Dark Legion was sorted out.

  Instead, I couldn’t spend a few minutes of the day without fantasizing about her. Tasting her last night wasn’t going to be enough. I needed to possess her and possess her now! I was too desperate for good manners.

  And now that I had her, I wanted her again.

  I tried to wait patiently at the bar for her shift to be over, but every few minutes I looked out through the window towards the diner. It was like my body was pushing me towards her again. I shouldn’t have let her go back to work.

  “What’s happened to you today?” Rodeo asked me, as he got ready for another shot. My friends were beginning to sense there was something wrong with me. I felt different too, but I couldn’t tell them. Not yet.

  The last thing I wanted was for my brothers to start joking about feelings. I didn’t have feelings for Kaya. It was just a phase.

  * * *

  Like I promised her, I was waiting outside the diner for her to close up. She saw me outside as the last customer left. Every other member of staff had gone already, and Kaya smiled. I winked at her, before leaning against my bike and waiting.

  She was right. She wanted me to respect her job, and I wasn’t going to walk into the diner and trouble her now. I watched her work, wiping down the counters, counting the money in the cash register, and then disappearing into the back.

  When she came out, she was wearing a short denim skirt and a floral sexy blouse that dipped low down revealing her sumptuous cleavage. I could feel my cock moving in my pants already.

  She started switching off the lights in the diner one by one and I followed her closely with an intense stare. How could one woman be so perfect? I had no idea this was what perfect was supposed to look like till I met Kaya. And now I couldn’t imagine myself fucking any other woman. This still felt crazy.

  When she finally stepped out and locked the door, I moved towards her. I could smell her sweet perfume now, and the scent of her shampoo. Everything about Kaya made me feel weak. Like someone had just punched me in my stomach and sent me reeling.

  “Why do you work so much?” I asked her and she turned to me. Her green eyes were glowing. Was she excited to see me? Didn’t she realize how excited I was to see her? She was never going to find out how difficult the past few hours had been when I tried to pass the time till I saw her again.

  “Because I came to Orlando to build a life for myself, and the first thing I need to do is save some money,” she said. Kaya adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and smiled at me.

  “And what do you eventually want to do? Something tells me you don’t want to work at this diner forever,” I continued and she shrugged.

  “I studied art in college,” she said and I stared at her.

  “You’re an artist?”

  She laughed and shook her head.

  “Not much of an artist if I haven’t painted anything in like forever…but yeah, I have a degree in it.”

  We started to walk slowly in the direction of my bike.

  “So you want to start painting again once you’ve saved enough money?”

  “More than that, I want to teach art. Maybe at a community college or a school or just give free lessons to kids who are interested. I’m aware of the power of art and I want to spread it,” she said.

  It was like with every passing minute, Kaya had the ability to surprise me.

  “I had to no idea,” I murmured and she smiled wider.

  “I know I don’t exactly advertise it. I used to paint a lot as a kid,” she said.

  We were beginning to walk past my bike, but I reached for her arm and stopped her.

  “Have you ever been on a bike before?” I asked. Kaya stopped in her tracks and looked over at my machine in awe. I got my answer from the expression on her face.

  “Wanna go for a ride?” I asked her and she gulped, then nodded.

  * * *

  Kaya was sitting behind me on the bike, with her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. She was nervous for the first few minutes. She’d never gotten on a bike before in her life.

  So, when I revved up the engine, she pressed herself close to me. Close enough so I could feel the wetness of her panties against my back. Her legs were spread wide apart, her skirt had ridden up. Every cell in my body was pushing me to just take her right now.

  But I’d promised her a ride and that was what I gave her.

  Kaya screeched when the engine roared and then she laughed aloud as we sped down the deserted road. The wind was in her hair, and in the rearview mirror I could see her curls blowing in every direction. There was a wide smile on her face. She was having fun.

  When she threw her arms up in the air and laughed again, I knew she’d found her inner biker spirit. I expected her to be afraid and nervous the whole time, but Kaya had surprised me again by completely letting go. I loved watching her laugh in the rearview mirror.

  We kept riding till I decided I needed to stop so I could kiss her.

  “No! What? Why?” she protested when I started to slow down the bike on the side of the highway. I parked the bike and turned to look at her. Kaya’s curls were wild, her green eyes were sparkling bright.

  “Why have we stopped?” she asked me, in a soft voice.

  “So I can kiss you,” I told her and I threw an arm around her and pulled her to me. Our lips met and Kaya moaned. My tongue slipped into her mouth and she inched closer to me, pressing her palms to my chest.

  I never wanted to kiss a woman like this before. I was sure this was some kind of trick. What was happening to me?

  Kaya gently pulled herself away from me and she was panting. I stared into her eyes, waiting for her to say something.

  “I want you here…right now,” she whispered. I could see that her words had surprised her too. She didn’t think she was capable of saying that.

  I couldn’t help but smile at her beautiful face.

  “Atta girl!” I exclaimed and quickly unbuckled my belt.

  The princess was going to receive what she had demanded. I wasn’t going to deny Kaya anything she wanted.

  * * *

  I had Kaya’s blouse in my hands, and I was just short of ripping it apart. When it came off, I had no idea where I threw it. She was pulling down my jeans.

  We were both off the bike and kissing. My hands were all over her, and hers were on my chest and then reaching down to my cock. I took her bra off too, I needed to see those full breasts. Rosy pink nipples that looked erect. They were so perfect, so sexy.

  I took one in my mouth and sucked. Kaya murmured something and stretched herself, pressing her body to mine. She was warm and soft, and while I sucked on her breasts, she started stroking my cock. I was growing in her han
ds. Getting bigger by the second. Very soon, I felt like I was going to explode.

  With my hands on her bare shoulders and back, I swung her up again and perched her on my bike. Kaya squealed like a little girl and I kissed her mouth. There were goosebumps all over her skin. She was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen.

  “I want to see you,” she whispered. Her eyes were heavy with want as I wedged myself between her parted legs. She started taking my cut off and threw it over the bike. Then, she was rolling up my shirt. When she saw my torso, she licked her lips. It made me laugh. It was like she was preparing herself for a meal.

  “You have any idea how fucking adorable you are?” I groaned, and Kaya shook her head.

  “Not till you tell me,” she replied and I kissed her again, slowly tipping her backwards. She wrapped her arms around me for support. One of my hands found its way to her pussy. Her skirt was ridden up, bunched up around her waist. I tugged at her panties that I was going to rip off.

  Kaya gasped when I ripped her panties and threw it to the ground.

  “Sorry,” I said with a smirk, even though I wasn’t sorry at all.

  Kaya rolled her eyes and straightened her back. She was beginning to sway, to roll her shoulders seductively. I was still wedged between her thighs. I could feel the heat emanating from her core.

  At first glance, when I saw her at the diner—Kaya had appeared shy. She was blushing a lot. And, now, she had full control of the situation. She knew exactly how much I wanted her and she was going to use it.

  Kaya reached for my cock again, cupping it tightly in her hand and starting to stroke again.

  “Are you going to take me on your bike?” she asked, her eyelids drooping.

  “Isn’t that what you want?” I said.

  “Yes…” Her voice was husky and sexy. I could have devoured her just like that.

  “Good because there’s no stopping now,” I groaned.

  I placed my hands on her waist and she moved towards me in anticipation. Her naked body looked delicious in the moonlight. She was like a silvery goddess.

  My cock throbbed between my thighs and I pushed myself into her. We both groaned together when we felt it, my cock deep inside her pussy, pushing her folds aside.

  Kaya clung to me as I started pounding her. Now that we were outside, alone here in the dark with not a soul in sight, Kaya moaned loudly. The sounds she made were sexy and pushed me on. I felt like I was going to come right away.

  Sweet Kaya, so soft and warm inside. She was tight around my cock and I kept pushing. Watching her big round breasts bouncing in front of me. I groaned with every thrust. Deep inside her. Riding this bike was never going to be the same again.

  I thrust and plowed till I could sense she was about to come. She had her arms around my neck and now she was beginning to dig her nails into my back.

  She came first and I felt her body shudder deliciously. Kaya threw her head back, her curls flying everywhere all over her face as she released. Then I burst too, emptying myself inside her again.

  Sweet release inside sweet Kaya.

  She was filled up with my cum and I still didn’t stop. Not until her moaning and shaking had subsided.

  When it was over, I slowly pulled myself out of her. We were both panting. Her breasts were heaving and she looked even more beautiful now.

  I started looking for her discarded clothes and mine.

  “Sorry about the…” I looked over at the destroyed panties on the ground.

  “It’s okay, I have others,” she said, blushing again.

  I put on my clothes and she put on hers and then we kissed again.

  “I’ve had an exciting first ride on a bike,” she added and we laughed. I stroked her hair. There was no denying it now that I felt something for her. It was too early to tell what it was, but I knew it existed.

  “I’m going to take you to my place,” I told her and hoped she wouldn’t protest. A smile was softly spreading on Kaya’s face.

  “I would like that very much,” she said and we settled on the bike again.

  As I rode towards my apartment, I could feel panic rising in my boats.

  What the fuck was I doing? Why was I bringing her back to my place? Willingly. When I wasn’t even drunk. When I already had her twice today!

  We weren’t going to do anything tonight, I realized. Just go to sleep. So, why had I invited her over?

  And as we got nearer to my apartment, I realized that I was actually looking forward to it. I was excited about having her in my bed. About spending the night wrapped up with her.

  I’d never done that with anyone before and yet with Kaya, I knew it was going to feel like the most natural thing in the world.

  18

  Kaya

  The previous night had felt like a dream. I had no words to describe it, other than I couldn’t have imagined it better. After Oz took me on his bike, we drove back to his apartment.

  I was exhausted by then after a long day’s work, and I was surprised to find that Oz wasn’t expecting anything. I thought he would have wanted to have sex again, but instead, we just laid in his bed and talked. But soon enough, I was drifting off to sleep and before I knew it, I was dreaming of him.

  I was convinced it was all a dream. It couldn’t actually be possible, could it? That Oz and I had spent a magical night together? Riding on his bike, being in his arms, sleeping on his bed…

  When I woke up, we were both tangled up in the sheets together. He had an arm protectively wound around me, and I blinked my eyes open to see his handsome face. He woke up too and smiled.

  I was afraid that the light of day might make him change his mind, but Oz kissed me. We had cereal and toast together and kissed some more.

  It all seemed too good to be true.

  I showered in his bathroom, dried my hair with a towel that smelled of him and eventually, he suggested giving me a lift to the diner. How could I say no?

  This time I was prepared for his bike and I tied my curls up tightly in a bun. He rode fast like the night before, and I had my arms tightly wound around him. Oz stopped the bike in front of the diner, waiting for me to get off. I knew there were people inside the diner who could see us together, but Oz didn’t seem to care, and neither did I.

  I jumped off and before I could step away, he pulled me close to himself and kissed me again. I could have floated away.

  “I had an amazing time with you, Kaya,” he said and I blushed.

  “Me too,” I said. He was still smiling when I pulled away.

  “You have a nice day now!” I heard him say as I began to walk away.

  I was going to enter the diner, but I stopped and turned to him.

  “Will I see you soon?” I shouted. I wasn’t shy anymore.

  All he had to do was wink, and it was enough to make my heart flutter. I felt dizzy with excitement.

  Melody, Grace and the other girls were waiting inside with baited breath to get the scoop. I rushed in and the others squealed.

  “Oh my God! Are you two seeing each other? Is it official?” Grace asked. I was glad to see that Melody was smiling, too. She was pleased for me. Pleased to see me happy.

  “I think so,” I said to Grace and another round of squeals erupted in the group. I’d definitely gotten the man of everyone’s fantasies.

  * * *

  It had been a few weeks since Oz an I had started seeing one another. Every chance we got we pulling each other close. I have had so many quickies at T-Bone before the rest of the guys showed up that I had started to lose count.

  But I could never get enough of Oz.

  I was back working at the diner and it was hard keeping myself distracted from thinking about Oz again. Just like before, we hadn’t fixed a day or a time when we would meet next, so I had no idea when I would see him again.

  We were yet to talk openly about what was going on between us. I hadn’t mentioned seeing the guns to him yet. Right now, since we had only spent a short amount of time together�
��I didn’t think Oz owed it to me to open up about his life fully.

  All in good time, I told myself. If Oz was going to tell me about his life and his work, he would do so when he wanted to, and I had made my peace with that. For now, I was satisfied with the fact that we were together. That he was interested in seeing me again. That being with him made me feel good.

  It has been almost four days since I last saw him. Which for him was odd. I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of him across the street. What was keeping him busy? What was he working on?

  Sometimes, while I worked, I caught myself smiling at nobody in particular. I was smiling because I was happy and because I knew he liked me too. Maybe he didn’t have the same feelings I did, but now I had hope that something could work out between us. I had hope and excitement.

  I also had the support of Melody, which I definitely needed.

  On the third morning, three days since I last saw Oz, I was working at the back of the kitchen, helping Chef with something he wanted me to do. Melody came rushing in and her cheeks were pink. It was a sign she had good news.

  My first thought was that Oz was in the diner.

  “Someone’s looking for you, Kaya,” Melody exclaimed, stifling a smile. I looked at Chef and I knew what he was thinking—it was Oz. Everyone in the diner knew I was seeing him and nobody wanted to mess with him.

  “Who is it?” I asked Melody.

  “You can go ahead. I’ll manage this,” Chef said and Melody smiled.

  “Who is it, Mel?” I asked her as we started to walk to the door.

  “I think it’s his friends. They were asking specifically for you. Looks like he’s told them about you already,” she said excitedly.

  That brought a smile to my face, too. I didn’t think Oz was the kind of guy who would share information about his personal life with his friends. But if he had told them then that was another sign that things were headed in the right direction.

  We burst out into the diner and I saw them. There were four of them and they were sitting together in a booth by the window. The same booth that Oz had first sat in. Like Oz, these guys were big too, tattooed with leather cuts.