Getaway (Restless Motorcycle Club Romance) (5 page)

The dim light of the passing streetlights lit Shane’s face for only a moment at a time. He looked to be fighting for the right words.

“That’s an easy one. They either know or strongly suspect that I’m not their man anymore. The Restless MC has grown so rapidly that I think we caught them off guard, and they are scrambling to learn everything they can. I doubt they even know exactly how much influence we have.

“We went from nothing to controlling half the business in the state in only a couple of years, and we’re good enough at it that it just looks like we’re operating a regular shipping business. They’ve tried busting us but can’t manage to crack our operations.”

The hint of pride in his voice was unmistakeable. “You love it, don’t you?” I said slowly as I pieced it together. “You love getting away with these things underneath their noses, a fuck you to the government that sent you off to get killed.”

I could understand the sentiment. Considering the way I’d been treated over the past couple of days, I had my own share of distinctly uncharitable thoughts towards the government.

There was something he hadn’t addressed. “Hey, you never said what the deal is with that letter and those articles!”

“Oh, that’s right,” he said. “The men were members of my squad in the marines. Just as we took care of each other while we were in the force, we had each other’s backs once we got out.”

The incongruity of his statement struck me – you didn’t send someone to kill your friends. I held my tongue though, ready to hear him out.

“All of the men on that list loved their country. Just like me, they didn’t get a true retirement when we got back from the Middle East. Instead, we were pressed into service for government agencies, convinced to serve on home soil. It didn’t seem like a bad deal, and some of the men found their niche, just like I did with the Restless MC.”

“So why the letter?” I asked. “Why would you send someone after them?”

He laughed, only it was a short bark, and completely humorless.

“Someone had begun targeting the ex-marines. The FBI thinks it was me, and based on the letter you gave them, I don’t really blame them. How carefully did you read the letter?” he asked. “I never said anything about killing anyone. It says specifically to take care of the men, and make sure they are never heard from again. I wrote it to Marshall, here, and that was his signal to help each man stage his death and spirit him away somewhere that he would be safe.”

“You faked their deaths?” I was dumbfounded. Something about the whole situation had been off, but I hadn’t expected this. “You mean you didn’t have them killed?”

“Why would I?” He looked at me. “Those men were the center of my life for eight years. We are closer than blood. The problem is that I am positive it is someone within the FBI who was responsible for the actual killings of marines, and now that they have the letter, they will be able to figure out that their job isn’t done yet.”

It was a lot of information to digest.

And just think, only half a day ago I was underneath Shane, coaxing him on as he stroked deep within me…

The memory made me shiver, in a good way. My body was still all keyed up, and learning that Shane wasn’t some crazy bad guy after all was giving me some serious trouble focusing on anything other than his powerful frame and strong jawline.

We eventually pulled into the drive of a plain corrugated steel building. It looked like the same neighborhood as the clubhouse, but I didn’t recognize the surroundings.

“Where are we?” I asked. “This isn’t the clubhouse.”

Shane shook his head. “I can’t take you back there, it’s being watched. We own this place as well, but it’s a block away. It should be safe here, they don’t know it exists.”

Marshall excused himself off into the night and Shane and I headed inside. Neither of us seemed to worry about the other man’s safety.

“Does he always give off that vibe?”

“You mean like he’s on a hair trigger and if you say the wrong word then it may be your last?” Shane laughed at my face when I realized that he had put into words exactly what I had felt about his friend but couldn’t express. “I’m afraid so. Even after all I’ve been through with him, I still never know for sure that he won’t just take me out for reasons of his own.”

Shane guided me through the small building. There wasn’t much to it, just a small bathroom, an office that looked like it had never been used, and a small room with a bed. The garage looked like it took up half the square footage, but Shane ignored it. He showed me into the bedroom, instead.

“I’m sure you are exhausted, so I can just leave you here to sleep while I go back home,” Shane said. “You’ve been through enough today.”

He pulled me into an embrace. No matter what he thought, the feeling of his body pressed against mine was bliss, and I didn’t intend to let him go.

I went on my tip toes to whisper into his ear. “I feel like I haven’t been through enough. Don’t feel like you have to go for my sake.”

He looked into my eyes, as if to be sure. Whatever he saw there, it must have been good enough for him. His hand rose to my head and sank into my hair. He pulled my head back gently and took my mouth, his lips almost bruising on mine with their intensity.

“I thought I was going to lose you there,” he said when next we parted. “That would have been unacceptable.”

I wrapped my hands around his shoulders to steady myself, light-headed from the kiss. “Unacceptable?”

“Yes. Because you are mine.”

His words sent a thrill through my body, made me moan and press myself against him harder as this time my hands pulled his head down to meet me. Not content, I helped him shrug off his leather jacket.

Suddenly we weren’t naked enough, and in a mad dash to create as much skin-on-skin contact as possible, we ripped our way down to nudity.

“Down,” he gasped as we broke apart.

I was waiting for the command, coming to know that he was in control of me, would always be the dominant one in the bedroom. And I was discovering that I was made for it, to satisfy his desires. With all the grace I could muster, I sank to my knees, eyes hungry and fixated on the prize that he had for me just out of reach.

“Come to me.”

I crawled forward, swaying my hips from side to side as I crept towards my reward. When I reached it, I wrapped both hands around his length and savored the feeling of the flesh under my fingers, and the way the skin slid smoothly over top of the hardness.

When I brought it to my mouth, I made sure to look up along his rippling abs to his face. He watched intently as the head of his cock entered. My performance was inspired as I sought to pleasure the man who had saved my life. I owed him every ounce of satisfaction I could possibly manage.

His groans and the way his hands tightened in my hair drove me to new heights, forcing more of him inside of me and against the back of my throat, pushing my limits, drawing tears to my eyes as I sought to bring him to a much deserved release.

I felt the way his hips started to move, and then his eyes closed and announced his orgasm as clearly as words. His already thick member swelled in my mouth as it started to shoot ropes of cum.

So intensely was I focused on his pleasure that it hadn’t occurred to me to pull away as I normally would have done. Instead I kept my mouth on him, continuing to stroke him with my hands, lips and tongue as I coaxed maximal pleasure out of his manhood, trying my hardest to make his legs shake the way he did to me just by looking at me in that certain way.

His essence was salty, but sweet in a way. Not as bad as I would have thought, and certainly worth it considering the amount of pleasure I was able to give him by continuing to suck through his orgasm.

Eventually it became too much for him, and he pushed me away from his sensitive organ, struggling to find words. I smiled up at him, waiting patiently for him to gather his thoughts.

I was so turned on from servicing him that it was practically dripping down my thighs. My hand slid down my stomach until it found my cleft, and I started to rub in small circles, so primed for it that even that little bit was enough to make my toes start to curl.

“That was incredible,” Shane said as he looked back down at me. “And that is very sexy. I love the look on your face when you play with yourself.”

He must have liked it – his manhood still stood at attention despite just being drained.

“You saved my life and almost died doing it; it’s my duty to make sure that you’re well taken care of in every way. You have as many blow jobs coming your way as you can handle,” I said, only partially joking. “Why don’t you climb onto the bed, and I can find another way to take care of you?”

I followed him there, and climbed onto the soft covers after him. Only when he was there and I swung my leg over to straddle him did I remember about protection.

“Do you have condoms?” I asked. My eyes closed in pleasure as I settled on top of him, his cock rubbing against my folds.

He shook his head, eyes wide. “I’m clean, Jackie, if you’ll trust me. I have told you far more serious things about me than to lie to you now. I trust you. Are you on birth control?”

His cock against me felt
so
good.

I nodded. “I kept taking it even though I was never getting laid. I don’t know why. I liked the way my boobs seemed bigger on it, I guess, and I kept thinking that eventually I would find a guy.”

The unspoken finish hung in the air.
And now I have.

We didn’t speak any more. I rose up on my knees and grasped the base of his member, slipping the head through my juices and getting it ready.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I set it against my entrance, and eased myself down.

The way his cock spread me open would never grow old. It sank deep inside of me, and I wrapped around him, stretching to accommodate, my nerves on fire at the fierce pleasure of it.

My ass finally came to a rest on top of his thighs, and I shuddered as my first orgasm of the night came dangerously close and introduced itself.

Shane’s hands and eyes had access to my entire body in this position, and he took advantage. His thumb brushed against my clit, and I quivered on top of him as I stumbled into a climax, rolling waves of pleasure flowing through me as I ground down against him, driving myself higher.

“Oh, Shane,” I said, lost in the sensation. His other hand cupped my breast gently, enough to contribute to the growing whole.

When the peak faded just enough to give me the ability to continue to ride, I started to bounce up and down on him, driving him into me. His hands moved to grip my ass, assisting me, pulling the cheeks apart and adding to the feelings that flooded me.

I rode faster, pushing myself as hard as I could go, until I was slamming down onto his cock and feeling it in my belly. I chased a bigger, fiercer finish, and my body trembled as I tried to maintain the pace.

“Fuck yes, Jackie, ride me. Come with me, and make me shoot deep inside of you!”

Shane began to thrust up into me from below, and I lost it.

“Oh fuck!” I shouted.

He took over, grabbed onto my hips with both hands and started driving into me, lifting me completely off the bed as he ruthlessly pleasured my body.

I strummed my clit with one of my hands and put the other on his chest as my vision started to go black and I saw star bursts. When he started to blow inside of me, the wet heat of it nearly made me pass out from how amazing it felt, and I collapsed onto him.

He buried himself to the hilt inside of my pussy and held us there as we reveled in the heat we had created between us.

We stayed like that for a long time as he slowly softened inside of me. I came close to drifting off as I listened to his breath slow.

“Shane?” I asked, before I completely fell asleep.

“Yes?”

“What do we do now?”

I could sense him thinking. I knew he understood that I wasn’t asking about the next ten minutes.

“We are going to do everything we have to in order to make sure that they won’t come after us. Together.”