Oil and Leather: A Biker Erotic Romance (Free Devils MC) (3 page)

"Oh, baby!" Opening his eyes, Tony watched as she rose up the thick girth of his cock, before sinking down again. An expression of pure lust etched across her flushed face. Her hair was tumbling all around her shoulders. With each rise of her body up and down his length, her heavy breasts would bounce and shake obscenely.

Tony forced himself up onto one elbow. His other hand cupped and squeezed the voluptuous mounds in front of him. Her nipples were hard rosy peaks. They responded beneath his calloused thumbs and he heard gasps of pleasure come from her as he pinched and rolled them.

It's wasn't enough. He grabbed her hips quickly, as he sat up. Kat's legs wrapped around his waist and pulled her deeper onto his cock. She could feel his heavy sac, nestled hot and promising against her ass. She wriggled cheekily, earning herself a playful smack on the behind. With his strong hands moving her hips, he lowered his head and took one and then the other taut nipple into his mouth. He suckled like a man starved, ravaging first one breast and then the other.

"Fuck, yes!" Kat was vaguely aware she was shouting, but she didn’t care. There was no one else in the clubhouse, besides Terri. She knew Terri wouldn’t care. Hell, she was probably proud.  Tony pulled her deeper onto his cock, thrusting sharp, hard movements into her. There was no way Kat could keep this in. Her clit rubbed against his firm abs, slick and swollen. She reached down between them and rubbed furiously at the little button, as Tony encouraged her.

"That's it, baby. Come for me! Touch that hot little cunt!"

Kat could do little but obey, as her clit twitched between her fingers. Her pussy stretched wide and wanton and his commands gave her a husky thrill against her ear. She bounced frantically in his lap. The slickness of her cunt spread between them, as her climax rushed through her body. Her thighs shook and trembled. She buried her face in his broad sweaty shoulder, fingers stilling against herself, as she felt the ecstatic throb of her orgasm swell and ebb through her. Moaning and keening, she chased the waves of pleasure with jerking thrusts of her hips, until the pleasure subsided. Then, she was left panting and trembling in his arms.

Tony slowed momentarily. His broad hands soothed her, as he slid them up and down her back. Soon enough, his hands pulled her body against his hard cock, still buried inside of her. Through a post-orgasmic haze, Kat rode his pleasure. Her thighs spread wantonly as he drove into her with powerful thrusts. His skin slapped against hers with lurid sounds. Her cunt relaxed, flooded with her climax. The burning heat and soft flesh pulled him as he fucked her.

She looked sated and happy in his arms. He watched her mouth fall open in a soft 'O' of pleasure, even as he chased his own. He felt his balls draw up tight against his body, the arousal in his gut stretched to breaking point. Grinding her roughly down against his lap, he snapped his hips once, twice, finally coming with a choked off yell. He emptied himself inside of her.

His cock pulsed and spilled inside her soft core, filling her sensitive pussy with his thick completion, making her moan in gentle pleasure. She wriggled slightly and he gasped, stilling her against the overstimulation. He planted warm, wet kisses along her shoulder, as his body came down from its almost painful high.

They sat there in an intimate embrace for a long while, until Tony jokingly murmured, "I think you gave me another nosebleed."

***

The clubhouse was definitely emptied when they finally emerged. Kat insisted on returning to her apartment. She was filthy and finally starting to feel the effects of her earlier scuffle. She wanted a long hot shower. Although she told Tony he was welcome to join her, he declined. They both knew no relaxing would get done if they went back to the same place.

Kat knew he wasn't just good looks. He was smart, too. She told him this as she climbed onto her bike. She started the engine and laughed as he pretended to be outraged, shouting at her as she roared away.

It was the early hours of the morning by the time she fell into bed, clean, happy, and pleasantly sore. The memory of Tony's hands and lips on her body were the last thoughts on her mind before she fell asleep.

Unfortunately, it was barely an hour later before she was woken by the shrill ring of her cell phone. She glared at the illuminated numbers of the clock on her bedside table before answering the call.

"What?" It was too early
and
too late for politeness.

"I've done something terrible and stupid."

Terri's voice was anxious and Kat sat upright in alarm, flicking on the bedside light and rubbing her face.

"What do you mean? What's happened?"

The older woman's voice came down the line in a flood and Kat struggled to keep up.

"When the boys came home, Lawrence asked if I'd seen you. I said yes and that I sure was glad he'd taught you how to throw a punch when you were a young girl. He asked me why and I said, without thinking, that you might have ended up with more than a split lip."

Kat shook her head. Then, realizing that her friend couldn't see her, said, "I don't understand?"

"Well, he left! Just looked at me and walked back out of the house. I heard his bike leave. I thought it was strange, but I didn't think more about it until now. Until I realized how it could have come across!"

"Terri, you're not making any sense."

"Love, I cannot get a hold of your boy!"

Kat's blood ran cold. She froze, unable to think or respond. Terri continued to talk, regardless.

"I've tried everyone, my husband, your father. I cannot get through to anyone! I'm sorry, love, but they must have thought the worst!"

Kat was out of bed and flinging on clothes with one hand, as she yelled into the phone. "Where are you? Do you know where they've gone?"

"I'm at the club. No one's here."

"Fuck!" Kat kicked over a wayward stool as she ran through her apartment, grabbing her keys and pounding down the front steps. "Just stay there and keep calling people. I'm on my way."

Kat made a quick detour to Tony's apartment, but it was dark and empty. She didn't miss the broken door and felt her heart plummet as her fears were confirmed.

An innocent man was going to die.

At the clubhouse, she barely managed to park her bike before Terri came running outside, shaking her head.

"I still can't get through. I've tried your brothers’ girlfriends and a few wives, but no one has any idea where they've gone or what they're planning on doing. They just got a call and took off. Every one of them."

Kat felt sick. Of course, as the daughter of the club president, if anything happened to her then it was tantamount to war. Tony wouldn't be left alive. He would face the full wrath of every man in her life. She tried calling her father again, but the line was still “unavailable.”

"Okay, okay," Kat tried to think clearly. "They're out of range, so clearly they're not in the city anymore. Where else could they be?"

"How about anywhere in the entire fucking desert?" Terri looked just as sick as Kat felt, but they couldn't afford to lose their heads. Not when Tony could still be in possession of his.

"Not helping," she snapped, before snapping her fingers in triumph. "The water works!"

"Good!" Terri was nodding. "How about the limestone quarry?"

"Shit. That's possible too."

"Well," Terri said, "you take the water works and I'll take the quarry. Keep your phone on, alright? Got your gun?"

Kat nodded and peeled out of the lot before Terri had even climbed into her old Ford Mustang.

There was precious little traffic on the road. Kat was grateful in the back of her mind. She didn't have the presence of mind to negotiate traffic at the moment. She felt as though her heart was about to burst out of her chest as she accelerated faster and faster. She left the city lights in a blur behind her, pressing her body forward in her desperation to get closer to her target.

The lights of the old waterworks plant were sparse, barely enough for the occasional security patrol to drive by and give a cursory sweep. The crew knew when to use the place to their advantage and when to avoid it. Kat felt a thrill of satisfaction when realized that tonight was a good night.

She kept her eyes trained on the dull glow rising over the hill, hoping against hope that she wasn't too late. Leaving the gritty service road in a hail of dust and gravel, she shot through the narrow gap in the chain link fence faster than she had ever dared. She felt thin strands of her hair catch sharply against the wire, but she made it.

She couldn't hear anything above the roar of her bike, having to weave in and out of the massive network of towering water tanks and maintenance buildings. Her engine would be clearly audible to anyone in the area. Since no one came out to meet her, she felt her spirits plummet with the realization that there was no one here.

As she rounded the curve of the last tank, she hit the brakes and barely came to a stop before plowing into the crowd gathered there.

Letting her bike fall carelessly behind her, she ran towards the group of men. Her sharp eyes taking in the concerned faces of her brothers and fellow riders.

"Kat, stop!"

She ignored the hands grabbing at her, pulling her back, the voices calling her name. Instead, she shoved her way through the crowd of leather clad men, until she burst through the circle and into the light. Her eyes locked with her father's his sweat soaked and flushed face. He was surprised at seeing her there, but then her gaze dropped to the ground.

A man lay beaten and bloodied at his feet.

"No!" She lunged forward, but someone grabbed her around the waist and hauled her away. Away from the light and the familiar tangle of dark hair, now matted with blood.

"Come on, girl. You don't need to see this." She recognized the voice of Terri's husband and felt a moment of regret as she drove her elbow into his side. He dropped her to the ground and he grunted in pain.

"You fucking idiots!" No one stopped her as she pushed through this time. Her father stepped forward as she fell to her knees and pulled the limp body of her lover towards her.

"Kat," her father started, but the look she threw him was so ferocious he stopped. He watched uneasily as she took the young man's face into her hands.

"You fools," she whispered, even as Tony's eyes opened slowly, blinking as trails of blood ran down from his hairline and seeped into his eyes. Kat wiped furiously at his face, trying to stop the blood, not caring about the smears of red quickly coating her hands and arms.

"Put him down, darling." Lawrence had stepped up warily behind her. She could feel him towering over her, but cautious after her outburst. "We'll take care of this, don't you worry."

"You won't touch him," Kat all but snarled, glaring around at them. "He hasn't done anything wrong."

There was silence from the dozens of men surrounding her and then her father spoke.

"Your lip. Terri said-"

"Terri said nothing, but you're all quick to jump to conclusions! Tell me," she was fighting to keep the vitriol out of her voice, "is it because you were looking for an excuse to hurt him or because you don't think I can look after myself?"

No one answered though several of the men shifted uncomfortably. In her arms, Tony had begun to focus properly. He tried to move, although he was in too much pain to do so. Kat continued, placing a stilling hand on his chest to still him.

"We were attacked by a couple of eastsiders today, up in the northern territories. They don't have any problems with letting their women fight their own battles, clearly, since the bitch I met today sure knew how to take care of herself!"

There was murmuring and cursing from the group, but Kat's attention was on her father. She knew her brothers were listening, too.