The Biker’s Property (An Alpha Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club Series Book 1) (9 page)

At first the sheerness of the top stunned her, but as she calmed down she admitted to herself she really liked it. She liked the way she looked in it. She focused on the reflection in the mirror and caught Danny staring at her. They paused, just gazing at each other, each with a pained expression.

He picked out some shorts, skirts and jeans for her to try on.

“Where are we going to put all these things?” she laughed.

“One of each. I just wanna see you in all of them,” he said.

He watched her, leaning over the swinging double doors as she changed. After seeing her in a complete ensemble of high-rise stacks, teeny jean skirt and tight tee, he dashed away without explanation. About five minutes later he returned. He stepped inside the dressing room with her. When he started kissing her, she pushed him back gently.

“Hello? There’s a big giant guy out there within earshot of us!” she said.

He grinned. “I just paid him to go to lunch.”

“You did?” she asked, resting her arms around his big broad shoulders.

Danny knelt down on his knees and peeked up the tight little jean skirt Penny had tried on. He forced the material up and over her hips, exposing the sexy thong he selected for her.

“From now on, you wear the panties I pick out for you or nothing.” His voice was scolding but hot.

“You don’t like my panties?” Penny asked, laughing at the thought of any biker liking granny panties.

“A beautiful pussy like yours should be covered only if what’s covering it is just as beautiful, or at least close,” he smirked as he continued to stare at her newly covered crotch.

His hands rested at the top of the material and he tugged as if he was going to pull them down. He stopped instead and used a finger to slide the material away from her soft pink skin and expose her.

Penny threw her head back and let out a gasp. She couldn’t believe he had her spread and ready inside a dressing room. His tongue wasted no time finding its way between her folds, pushing back and forth to work its way deep inside of her.

Danny worked his tongue in and out of her, pulling her juices to the surface and then lapping them up. His finger slid inside her, pressing against his tongue, causing a friction that she could hardly bear.

“What’s a matter baby doll?” he asked, staring up at her. She bit her bottom lip and let out a tiny squeal. “Shh” he ordered.

“I thought he want to lunch?” she asked.

Danny rose up to face her, lifting her tight t-shirt up and over her head. She stood there with her round small breasts exposed, her skirt hiked up around her hips and her panties slid over exposing the folds of her flesh.

“Assume the position sweetheart,” Danny ordered. Penny wondered what the position was, but when Danny’s hands gripped her waist and pushed her to turn, she realized quickly he meant to turn around and bend over.

Penny aimed her ass towards Danny, who was already unbuckling his pants. He was inside of her without warning, pushing hard against her skin and sinking deep inside her flesh.

The dressing room door was rattling from Danny’s fast and furious thrusts and she couldn’t help but to let out a moan. She felt his hand go over her mouth as he slowed his thrusting. “You’re gonna make me come,” he gasped.

Penny was not ready for this to end, not yet. “Sit on the bench,” she said and pulled away, releasing his cock into the cool dressing room air.

Danny maneuvered his way around her and sat down on the little bench. He was stroking his cock in long slow waves as she guided herself down and onto it, pushing it deep inside her.

Her legs were bent with knees on either side of her shoulders. The tiny bench did not leave much room for what she planned, so she started to improvise.

She stood on her feet, with knees still bent, feeling like a frog on a lily pad. She bounced up and down taking him deep inside her. The friction between his skin and hers was building up, making her whine as she tried to be quiet.

“You’re in charge,” he murmured.

“Yep,” she said.

He usually did the bulk of the work in bed. He liked taking care of her but she was digging giving back.

“So hot,” he said, kissing the arch of her neck. “So sweet.”

He figured out that each time he tortured her with the tip of his tongue, she moved after she could no longer take it. He pinned her, bracing the small of her back and made her take it. He worked her back and forth on him, making her absorb the arousal.

Penny gasped and squirmed, the ecstasy building and building until she thought she would burst. She growled and she gasped and she wriggled until she felt that undeniable hitch. With a few more strokes, she would be pulsing helplessly around him.

He was so pleased with himself. He smiled against her throat. He hoisted her and let her fall to him, driven by her own weight. He did it twice, and before he could do it for a third time, she was clenching with the ultimate pleasure.

Penny was a quivering mass. She was limp against him as electric, hot waves of passion pulsed through her. He kissed her so tenderly, holding her so securely in his massively powerful, safe arms. When she came back to earth after the peak of rapture, she moved on him. Up and down, letting herself drop so that she could torture him back.

She dropped, her buttocks slapping against his thighs as she pounced on him.

“Fuck!” he screamed.

She did it again and he was seized with a powerful orgasm. He grappled her, pumped into her, driving to the full force of an intense climax. She clamped her lips on the base of his neck. He stood it for a moment until he had to push her, gently, from him.

Danny exited the dressing room first and left Penny to dress, or readjust. She felt the clerk’s eyes on her as she walked up behind Danny, who was now at the register. She handed him the clothes and headed for the door. She was on such a high from their dressing room rendezvous; she did not even care if the man at the register heard them.

In her new attire, Danny took Penny an hour west from New City. The scenery transformed drastically. There, unbelievably flat ground took on variety. Character. In some ways it reminded her of Virginia. The little rolling mountainous terrain transformed into monster rock formations. He didn’t tell her they were going to cross a bridge. He left it as a complete and total exhilarating surprise.

Penny saw signs telegraphing the distance to the Four Bears Bridge. She hadn’t really seen anything of bodies of water. That all changed when they approached Lake Sakakawea. It might as well have been an ocean it was so huge. And the bridge that spanned a small part of it was nerve-racking for one who only just began to ride motorcycles and had to cross it.

He didn’t even coax her. Tell her she could do it. He just plunged her into the experience headlong. Penny held onto him with everything she had. She tried to stay ultra-conscious of all the instruction he had given her in the very beginning on the very first ride. Lean when he leaned. Keep her feet where they belonged and hold on.

She tried not to huddle too much or tense. He said something about not doing those things. She was afraid she would do something and they would plunge the million feet to the water below.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, up from the ground erupted a mountain. Like a giant T-Rex.  So far, North Dakota had been perfectly flat. Why did they go and change that? She felt so, so small and so vulnerable. The two of them on a Harley careening on the highway at what felt like way too fast. The vibration of the bike rattled up through her. The fear she felt was the only thing that kept her from having an orgasm.

And then they crossed. They had gotten to the other side of the small section of the reservoir. Danny pulled off to park in the lookout point. Penny dismounted the bike. As soon as they both removed their helmets, he grabbed her firmly but gently and kissed her with everything he had. The fresh air coming off the water and the mountains as cars and trucks whizzed by making a hollow, echoey traffic sound. His longish dark hair gently lashing her face. It was just about the most romantic moment she had ever experienced in her life.

“Were you just a little bit scared?” he asked sympathetically.

“Yes,” she said. “I was very scared. But it was so exciting,” she said. “And it was worth the prize I just got.”

Penny tiptoed, craning her mouth to kiss him again. Their fingers entwined as they lingered, kissed at the look out.

“Just a little bit longer,” he said. “We’ll have some lunch.”

They rode a little further, past the rock point which Penny realized in hindsight wasn’t the big giant mountain she had first thought it to be. She started seeing something that was exactly like home. Equestrian fences.

Beautiful sprawling acreage with homes and barns and livestock. Sometimes with lots of animals and sometimes with a scatter of them. Danny pulled off onto a road that dipped and curved, but Penny could see it ended up at a home.

Before he could pull all the way up and park, people came out to greet him. Penny was left behind somewhat as they all said hello. Penny spied on Danny. Let the effect of the sight of him work on her. He was so good looking. His dark hair fell just so around his stunning face. And he was so tall. Amazing, powerful shoulders. His magnificent back. Just like the mountain rising up from the bridge and those wickedly muscled long legs.

The giant arms that had held her. She looked at those fingers and thought about where they had been. She shivered as she watched him. She fell into a trance, her arousal rising. 

Two of the men who came out to greet them, looked just like him. And when he introduced them to her, she was right. They were his brothers. Brad and Ogi. Ogi’s name, Danny explained, meant chief. They had been expecting them and they had lunch for them.

Penny stepped into a sweet home. It was a good-sized home and it was warm and comfortable. Whatever they were cooking, whether it was the lunch they prepared or whether it was something else, it smelled amazing. An older, fairly small woman slowly made her way from the kitchen.

“Penny, this is my grandmother, Ayashe,” said Danny proudly. “She raised me.”

The grandmother was a woman of very few words. But Penny could tell she was extraordinarily fond of Danny. The small woman led them all into the dining room where lunch was set for them.

“Oh boy,” exclaimed Danny.

There were dishes placed in the middle of the table. It looked like the meal was predominantly vegetarian. Penny scanned them trying to identify them. Everyone sat around the table, the grandmother at the head of table. Danny spooned food on Penny’s plate.

“She’s made some very special things for you,” he winked.

Wild rice, yellow beans and sunflower seeds. There were choke cherries pitted and cooked with sugar. Bread and butter with wild plum jam. There were delicate, lean strips of meat, which Danny said was deer. Back home, Penny often ate food her dad and neighbors hunted. It was so beautiful and delicious.

After lunch Danny and his brothers walked down to the barn and the outdoor arena where there were horses. Penny’s eyes were big. She had been around horses since she was very small. Rode as soon as she could walk, practically. It never got old being around them.

“Wanna ride?” he asked her.

“You don’t want to watch me ride,” she said, but she was dying to ride.

“I am going to ride with you,” he nuzzled her.

“Oh my gosh. You ride?” she squealed.

“Yes,” he said lightly mimicking her.

Penny already had on her equestrian boots and jeans from the motorcycle riding. Danny had a riding helmet that fit her. She wasn’t very happy about the fact that he didn’t wear one himself. In fact, she refused to ride if he didn’t wear one. He fetched his motorcycle helmet.

“There, is this better?” he asked.

“It works,” she replied triumphantly.

When the horses were saddled, she noted that, naturally, it was all western gear.

“Well, this is the west, baby doll. Do you normally ride English?” he asked.

“Yes,” she shrugged. “I can manage.”

“I have a solution,” he said.

She mounted the horse and admittedly it was a completely different feel than what she was used to. He mounted behind her. It wasn’t the riding experience she expected nor was it one she had ever had before. It had immediately become her favorite of all time.

Danny White Feather was simply hot. As Penny leaned back against him, his incredible arms around her, she felt nothing but warmth. Their chemistry was just that tremendous. She had only known him for a few days. It was her first affair and yet it felt like she had known him for a lifetime. They fit perfectly together.

“You look really cute in your little riding helmet,” he said.

“You look silly in yours,” she teased. “But thank you for wearing one.”

“Oh, I don’t want a thank you,” he said suggestively.

Danny’s hand wandered around her waist. It was arousing enough to have his big strong hands securing her waist. But he found ways to feel her. Stroke her. Touch her. All in plain sight.

At first, Penny thought it was the delightful accident of the slight jiggles and jostles of horse riding. But Danny was an excellent rider and he had complete control. There was no mistake. His thumbs craned to awaken the soft underside of her breasts. He made her nipples hard. And he had Penny squirming in her seat.