Sinner on a Steel Horse (Erotic Motorcycle Club Biker Romance) (6 page)

And it was good that he did, because moments later, gunfire filled the room.

“Shit!” Finn yelled. “Marie, the gun!”

Finally, I found it. My fingers closed around the hard metal stock. I picked it up, savoring its weight in my hand. It somehow felt… Natural. Without thinking, I leveled the barrel of the gun directly at the door to the motel. There was a pause in the gunfire—the intruders must have stopped to reload. I unleashed hell, squeezing the trigger over and over again, not really aiming at anything but just trying to spray as much gunfire at our attackers as possible. I squeezed my eyes shut, said a silent prayer, and the gun jerked in my hands.

When I opened my eyes, our attackers lay in a bloody heap in the doorway. Finn clicked on the lights once more and a grisly scene greeted our eyes. I let out a strangled cry and looked away.

“That was some good shooting, sister,” Finn muttered, leaping over the bed and grabbing his pants. They were on in a second and before he even bothered to tighten his belt, he was combing through the bodies, picking guns, knives, and ammo off the corpses. “I knew I liked you.”

“I… I just killed someone.”

“Three someones, actually. Including the assholes who shot me last week so, thanks for that.”

My trembling hands dropped the gun. Finn came over, picked it up, and stuck it back in my hands.

“Get dressed,” he ordered. “We have to be gone about thirty seconds ago, sister. They’ll have called the cops by now and we have to be on the road.”

I nodded, totally numb. I pulled on my clothes, stored the gun in my day bag, and pulled my shoes on while Finn dug through a bag brought by the other bikers.

“Here we go,” he mumbled. “This is what I’m talking about.”

It was a can of red spray paint. He stood on the bed and sprayed the words “THE DAMNED” on the wall of our room.

“So they know who did it. The Damned will rise again, starting here, starting now,” he declared. Shivers went down my spine. Even though Finn’s pants were still unbuckled, he looked like a real leader in that moment, as though he were a general addressing his troops.

We high-tailed it out of the motel and into the parking lot. The three bikes that had belonged to the dead men sat, still warm, parked next to Finn’s.

“I wish we could steal one of these for you,” he said, tossing me my helmet. “But you’ll have to learn to ride first before you can steal a bike.”

“Learn to ride?” I asked, my eyes wide. Finn laughed.

“Yeah, of course. You’re one of us now. You’re not a liability anymore because you killed the only suckers who saw us together. You’re stone cold, sister, and they’re going to want you in the club.”

My chest seemed to fill with delight. I had butterflies in my stomach. This felt so right. This felt like a place I could belong. A place with Finn. A place where we could be free together.

“That’s right, honey,” Finn said, climbing atop his bike and revving it to life. He looked back at me, a grin peaking out from under his helmet. “Whether you like it or not, you’re one of the Damned now.”

With that, I climbed onto his bike with him. I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, my hands right where he had been wounded not too long ago. With sirens in the distance, we took off, charging down the street and onto the highway, into our shared future.

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Born to Ride

Blade nodded to the parking lot outside. There was another biker leaning against a bike and reading a porno magazine which I recognized as one we carried—as one I peeked at occasionally when no one was around and when I was bored.
 
It was only then that I understood what was about to happen. That was a marked man. Blade was going to kill that man.
 
“Wait at least two minutes before you call the cops, all right, darling?” he said, his voice husky. I nodded dumbly. He winked at me and in a quick, swift motion, sliced through two of the buttons on my blouse, letting my breasts tumble out, revealing my flesh to him. I blushed and tried as best I could to cover my cleavage.
 
“That’s a good look for you,” he growled. “You should thank me. You’ll sell more crap if you come to work dressed like that.”
 
And with that, he walked out of my store, taking the cigarettes and the bear and leaving the snacks. I watched as he approached the other biker.
 
This man was blonde, heavily tattooed, wearing a denim vest. He was skinny and almost looked like he might be sickly. He had a wispy blonde goatee and moustache that sickened me for some reason, though I couldn’t explain why…
 
Suddenly, I knew that this man had to die. I couldn’t explain it at the time but I knew that Blade was right in killing this man, that there would be justice here, somewhere. I didn’t understand it, but I wanted this man to die and I wanted Blade to do it.

Werewolves, Motorcycles, and Curves

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he said smoothly, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me close, his long, hardening rod pressing against my wet thighs, and my boobs, slick with water and my nipples already hard, pressing against his chest. He pulled me close and tight, so that even my belly pressed against his strong stomach. I wanted this so badly and here, here it was.
 
“Not at all,” I murmured. I stood up on my tip-toes and his mouth swooped in, capturing my lips. It was the greatest kiss of my life, the one that still keeps me awake at night. Although he was a human now, he kissed ravenously, like a wolf. I felt like my lips were his prey and here he was, scavenging my flesh for sustenance, devouring my soft, pink lips as if he had just hunted them, just killed them, and now, god, his teeth and tongue were dividing and conquering, only instead of a poor forest deer, it was me—I was his prey. He was devouring me with his kiss and there was nothing I wanted more than to be devoured.
 
He kissed down my neck, his strong lips sucking and leaving marks. I didn’t even care. I felt in that moment that I was his now and I wanted those marks on me, as if proof that I belonged to him—that he was my mate, the alpha male of my pack.
 
Now his lips raked over my collarbone, sending shockwaves of delight rippling throughout my body. So, this is what it felt like to be claimed by a wolf, I remember thinking, running my fingers over his back, savoring the feeling of his hot skin beneath the hot water, letting the water run through my fingers as I pressed into his muscles, letting soft, pleasurable gasps escape from my lips as he touched me and as I touched him.
 
“I want you,” I whispered desperately, passionately, hoping he would feel the need emanating from me. “I have no idea what’s going on but I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in my entire life.”
 

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Sinner on a Steel Horse (Erotic Motorcycle Club Biker Romance)

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