Los Perdidos: The Novel (Sons of Glory Motorcycle Club Romance) (6 page)

I slept through the night without waking once, for the first time in I don’t know how long. When I woke, still in Smoke’s arms, the clock next to the bed said it was almost nine. I looked around the room for the first time: in the heat of the moment last night, I had barely noticed anything other than Smoke. In most aspects, it looked like any typical twenty-something guy’s bedroom. Pulling myself gently up on my elbow so as not to wake Smoke, I gazed down at him as he slept. Awake, he seemed like a warrior, invincible and unbreakable. Now, with his features relaxed, he looked much younger, less hard. Seeing him in this state of vulnerability, something in my heart twisted. I felt like I was being given something rare and precious – something to hold onto deep inside myself.

As if he could feel my gaze on him, Smoke’s eyes opened slowly, meeting mine. I was momentarily afraid that he’d be angry to catch me watching him, but he gave me a lazy smile. Morning, my red-hot Flame,” he murmured.

“Morning,” I smiled back at him. “Sleep well?”

“Like a baby,” he replied. “You?”

“Mmm-hmmm!” I snuggled happily against him and we lay like that for a moment. I lay one hand against his chest and began to trace the outline of one of his tattoos, a stylized picture of a rooster. Smoke reached up and put his hand over mine, then slowly moved it down his stomach to his already-hardening cock. I laughed. “Ready for breakfast already?” I asked boldly, my inner walls clenching in anticipation.

“What do you think?” he grinned, moving on top of me. Spreading my legs with his knees, he found me already damp and willing. He pushed inside my waiting folds as I looked up at him with desire.
“My red-hot Flame,” he whispered.

Smoke fucked me gently at first, the two of us rocking slowly against each other. But as our lust mounted, his strokes became more urgent. I wrapped my legs around him, and asked him to fuck me hard, to make me come. He spread my legs wide, lifting my hips up, and began to pound into me, possessing me. I clutched at him as he took me, feeling as though no one else could ever reach as deep inside me as Smoke. We came together, crying out, and as we floated back to earth, I marvelled at my feeling of completeness. I found myself wishing he would never pull out, that we could stay linked together forever.

But eventually of course, he did. With a sigh, he left me, and glancing at the clock, he grunted with displeasure.

“We need to go get some breakfast, and then I need to stop by the Black Dog for a bit,” he said as he grabbed his jeans. “You want me to drop you off first, or after?”

“No, that’s okay,” I replied. “I’ve got time.” The fact was, I was already going to miss my first two classes, and my third one wasn’t until the afternoon. At this point, an hour or two wouldn’t make any difference. And despite myself, I was curious to know more about his life, so different from mine.

“Is the Black Dog owned by the Perdidos?” I asked as I dressed, keeping my tone casual.

“Yeah.”

“Is it your clubhouse?”

Smoke grinned at me curiously. “You’ve sure got a lot of questions for so early in the morning.” Something in his eyes told me I should probably stop asking. “Sorry,” I muttered.

We stopped at a local breakfast place and grabbed coffee and eggs, then headed to the bar. I clung to Smoke as we rode, getting more and more comfortable all the time with being on the back of a Harley. The bike’s engine vibrated through the seat and thrummed against my still-sensitive sex. I shivered and angled my hips forward, enjoying the surreptitious thrill. I was definitely beginning to understand the appeal of these machines.

Despite the fact that the Black Dog hadn’t yet opened to customers for the day, there were at least a dozen people in the bar. Most of the men had cuts on with the Los Perdidos rockers on the back. Smoke left me in the front of the bar with a girl who looked to be about my age, or maybe little older than me. Telling me to sit tight, he went toward the back to talk to a group of club members. Among the men in the group, I recognized the president – Ram, was that his name? – from the other night, and a few other faces, too.

The girl had long, dirty blond hair and gorgeous emerald green eyes. She was dressed in short shorts and knee-high boots, and sipping a soda. “Are you Smoke’s old lady?” she drawled.

“No, not exactly,” I replied.

“Diet coke?” she asked, motioning with her head toward her glass.

“No thanks.”

“My name’s Rosie,” she said, taking a swig of her drink. “What’s yours?”

I hesitated for a second, deciding. “Flame,” I finally said.

She accepted the name without a reaction. “So, are you a sweet butt? You don’t look like the type,” she persisted.

I laughed at the term. “What’s that?”

Rosie whistled. “Whew, you got a lot to learn, don’t you?” She tossed her hair back, and looked at me. “You know, a sweet butt. Like, a groupie, kind of. Not anybody’s old lady, yet.”

I frowned. “You mean, like has sex with everyone?”

She scoffed. “Yeah, anyone who wants to. Until someone wants her to be his old lady. Then the club votes on her, but if they want, they can fuck her until she’s officially in.”

Holy shit.
“Seriously?” I asked, trying to keep as much of the shock out of my voice as possible.

“Yeah, seriously. Where’d you come from, anyway? You seem like you’re in a little over your head.” Her tone was blunt, but not unkind. Rosie took another sip from her straw. I ignored her question, knowing that anything I answered would just make me look stupider in her eyes.

“What about you?” I asked. “Are you a sweet butt?”

Rosie snorted and stirred the ice in her now-empty glass. “Hardly,” she said in a disappointed tone. “I’m Ram’s daughter. Everyone’s too afraid to touch me.”

“You’re the president’s daughter?” I asked incredulously. It seemed incredible to me somehow that motorcycle members could have children, families even.

“Yeah,” she said, a trace of bitterness in her voice. “I’m his little princess.”

“So,” I asked slowly, “What are they doing back there?”

“Talking about a deal,” she replied casually. “I think something went wrong with a shipment. The Iron Alliance is messing with our territory. I heard my dad talking to Fester, saying he’s gonna send Smoke around with some other guys to teach them a lesson.”

My heart thudded.
This
, I realized with a shock
. This is Smoke’s life. This is the reality
. My mind immediately went back to what Rosie had just said: You seem like you’re in a little over your head. God, was I ever. I tried to imagine what “teaching a lesson” to the Iron Alliance meant. Whatever it was, I was sure it wasn’t pretty.

I stared off into space as Rosie continued to chat at me. What was I getting myself into? Was I up for this? Two sides of me were warring with each other. The girl who was even now fretting just a little bit about missing her classes this morning tugged at me to get off of this ride, before it started spinning too fast for me. But the woman who had just made love to Smoke, whose body had been awakened by him in ways she hadn’t even dreamed possible, told me to hold on tight and accept the ride for what it was.

As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, I heard the sound of a chair scraping against the floor. I looked over and saw Smoke get up and walk toward me, his boots loud on the worn wood floor. “You ready to go, baby girl?” he asked me, grabbing me by the waist.

“Sure,” I said, smiling at him and rising off my stool. I hid my worry and kept my face neutral, making sure to refrain from asking him any questions concerning what he was about to do. As I turned to go, I glanced back at Rosie, who was nursing a fresh diet coke now. “Nice to meet you, Rosie,” I said, waving.

“Same,” she nodded. She watched us leave without another word.

Smoke drove me back to campus and dropped me off at my dorm. I kissed him goodbye, throwing my arms around him and not caring that students were watching us as they walked by.

“See you tomorrow?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “I want to, but I have class and I have to work after that. Maybe you should have my phone number?”

He laughed. “Yeah, good point.” We took our phones out and exchanged contacts.

“Okay, I better get going,” Smoke said when we were finished. “See you soon, darlin’.”

“I hope so,” I smiled, leaning in to him for one final kiss. He released me, and I stepped away from the bike and watched him put it into gear.

“Smoke?” I said, and he looked up.

“Yeah, baby girl?”

“Be careful,” I said simply.

He winked at me, the corners of his mouth turning up in that ever-so-slight smile I had come to love, and gave me his four-finger wave from the throttle. He kicked the bike into gear, and then he was gone.