The Endless Road: A Biker Erotic Romance (Black Death MC) (2 page)

Her lips wrapped around him, wet and warm.  Her tongue caressed his steel arousal, and he couldn’t withhold the groan when she sucked gently on the tip.  Dear God, he loved this woman.  She withdrew, sucking deeper and harder each time.  At the crest when he thought he would explode, she would let him go and suck in again.  After five minutes, he had all he could do to not cum like a school boy.  He almost reached for her several times, and felt the vibration when she would tsk him into staying where he was.

Finally, she released him from her mouth with a pop, and rose up on top of him.  Settling with her thighs on the outside of his, she slid down on him in one motion.  He uttered a low groan of pure bliss.  He heard her breathing catch also, felt her thighs clamp around him.  Apparently she was having just as hard a time staying in control.  She started to ride him, and he took every opportunity to squeeze and fondle her breasts until she had trouble breathing.  When he felt the explosion build up inside of him, and knew it could not be controlled, he lifted his hips towards her on her downward stroke. 

She let out a little scream and he felt her quaking around his manhood, thighs clenched, pulse racing.  He lasted a few more seconds and then released his seed into her.  They stayed like that for awhile, both moist and warm, trying to get their breathing back to normal.  He felt her breath tickle the hairs at his neck, and loved the weight of her on top of him.

He removed the blindfold, tucked her up against him, pulled the covers over them both, and fell into a deep sleep for the first time since the attack.

Each day brought new experiences and new difficulties.  Lina had to go back to work eventually; after a month of taking care of him, she decided it was time.  While she was gone at work, he would answer emails that were read to him.  He could still tinker with his machines but grew frustrated easily.

A few months later, he got a call.  Julia Larkworthy, an old friend from his bad biker days, was coming into town.  She'd heard about his accident.  She was in the National Guard, but could stay for a while.  Lina wasn't crazy about it, but at this point she just wanted him to be happy and get some socialization.

Julia moved her things into the spare bedroom, intending to stay for a week or two.  During the days, she talked with Logan and he told her where the tools were to work on spare engines and parts.  She even talked him into going out to a bar one night.

While she was driving him to the bar, Logan texted Lina.  She responded, telling him to be careful and have fun, and that she'd see him when he got home.  He felt a little guilty leaving her behind, but Julia and she were two very different people.

Lina was classy and Julia was...just Julia.  She said what she thought, dressed in how ever much (or little) she wanted, slept with guys after knowing them for minutes, and rode hard and fast.  She was reckless and exciting, and he usually got swept up into it after just a few minutes with her.

She started ordering shots the minute she walked into the bar.  She pulled him over to a barstool and plunked him down.

"Jager?"  He nodded.  "Good man!"

He heard the bartender slam some glasses down and then the slosh of liquid being poured.  He sipped it slowly, enjoying the dark taste.  It had been a long time since he'd been willing to let loose.  He figured it was about weakness.  He didn't want Lina to feel that he was weak, and if he relaxed, even a little bit, he would appear so.  He loved her and knew there was no way she would agree with that statement, but it didn't change his feelings on the matter.

They got to talking about the old days.

"Don't you miss the old days, Logie?” she asked.  “The way it used to be when we were younguns?  Not a care in the world.”

He thought for a second.  "I do sometimes, but I wouldn't want to go back."

She seemed surprised. "Why not?  I would!  In a heartbeat!"

"I like where I am, Jules.  I mean, maybe not right at this very moment in my life.  But overall, with Lina."

He heard her foot tap against the bar stool thoughtfully.  "Do you really want to be with someone like that?  No offense, but I never took you for that type.  You always wanted them...I don't know...fun, and wild, and crazy.  That's what I liked about you."

He answered immediately.  "I love her, Jules.  Without a shadow of a doubt.  I've never felt this way about anyone and I guarantee I never will again.  It's just that, right now, I wonder if it would be easier..."

"If what would be easier?  Finish it!" she demanded when he trailed off.

"I don't know, just easier, if I wasn't, you know, bringing her down."  He felt sick even mentioning it.

"You're thinking about leaving?" she asked, then added, "Is there someone else?"

Logan turned toward Julia, knowing where she was going.  "You wouldn't want to be with me.  Trust me."

"You don't know a thing about me anymore.  All I'm saying is that we used to have some pretty good times, sweetheart.  You know that."

She was right about that, but they had also been immature and reckless.  He may not be ready for the grave yet, but he wasn't a spring chicken.  He happened to like being safe, and happy.

"It's not the same now.  I still love you, I always will.  You were my first and you're always welcome in my life," he said, tapping his finger absentmindedly on the sweaty glass.

He mind flashed to the way it could be, just for a second.  He knew Julia was a perfect match for him.  Lina was out of range, and he knew it.  She was with him now but would she wake up one day and realize that she didn't want an old blind, scarred biker husband?  She belonged with a doctor, or a lawyer, someone who would always be there to take care of her and provide for her.  Sure, he had money, but all that could disappear if he lost his presidency and control over the city.

He avoided answering the rest of her questions and tried to keep up with her drinking.  They ended up having to get a taxi because no way was she under the legal limit.  He stumbled up the drive and she laughingly propped him up against her.

They knocked on the door, and Lina answered in silky lounge pants and a white cotton shirt.  She rubbed her eyes, looking tired.

"Hey," she mumbled sleepily.  "Come on up to bed."

"Oh, he's not going to bed, silly.  This is just the beginning!"  Julia exclaimed, pulling him into the house.  Lina tried to help, but she just felt in the way.

Logan muttered something indistinguishable under his breath but let Julia lead him into their media room.  She got out the drinking roulette wheel that they had stashed in the corner.  She helped herself to the liquor in the kitchen.  Lina took one look at what she was doing and excused herself.  She had work in the morning while the other two did not.

It was around three or four in the morning when they finished the game of roulette.  Logan couldn't stand and Julia wasn't much better.  They helped each other up the stairs, knocking over a vase and some pictures in the process.

He crawled into bed, trying not to wake Lina.  He closed his eyes, just to rest for a minute and fell into a liquored dreamless sleep.  When he woke up, Lina was gone and just a note remained.

Don't forget about dinner tonight!  Just us...

He remembered that he had agreed to meet her for dinner.  She had pushed, even though it was a week night, and he was surprised.  Her birthday was still a week away, but maybe she wanted to talk about that.  Usually she wasn't pushy, so it must be a big deal.

He slept off and on through the day, answering some emails on his phone and getting up to use the bathroom and get a glass of water.  He really wasn't very productive, and on days like this he was glad he didn't really have to be.

He woke up, hitting the button on his phone to read off the time.  6:36 p.m.  He closed his eyes once more before realizing.

"Dammit!" he said, frustrated.  He checked his phone for messages but there weren't any for it to read to him.  He and Lina were supposed to meet for dinner, and he was over half an hour late.  If she hadn't called, she was either running late herself, or....

He didn't want to think about the alternative.  He could understand if she was angry, but hoped it wasn't so.  It took a lot to get her mad.  He tried calling her, but she didn't answer.  Bumping blindly around the room, he got dressed as best he could and went to find Julia.  He called for her, but she didn't answer.  When he tried calling Lina from his cellphone, he got her automated message saying she was out with friends and would call back later.

He collapsed, embarrassed and frustrated, onto the sofa.  He had nothing else he could do besides sit and wait for her to return.

She arrived a little after eight.  Apparently she had ended up calling some friends and having dinner when he didn't show.  She sat gently on the sofa next to him.  He reached out for her hand, but she didn't return the squeeze.

"Lina, I'm really sorry."  He thought of what else he could say.  He truly was very sorry but didn't know what else he could do about it.

"It's okay," she said in a very small voice.  His ears perked up.  That was not like the Lina that he knew.  She was never meek, never beaten down.  That was one of his favorite things about her, that she was so resilient.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"  She didn't answer, and he got more nervous.  If she wouldn't talk about it, then it was big.

"Lina," he tilted her face towards him even though he couldn't see it any longer, “tell me.  We'll get through it, whatever it is."

"It's not something we can get through," she said, defensive and obviously hurt. 

He ransacked his brain, thinking of anything she might be referring to.  He had a sudden moment of clarity.

"Babe, Julia and I, we're just friends."

She cut him off.  "You and Julia can be whatever you want to be, Logan."

He paused.  Without his sight, he couldn't tell if she was angry or resigned.  Either way, it didn't bode well for him.

"What do you mean, Lina?" he asked quietly.  She didn't answer immediately.

"I can't be a part of this life."  His blood ran cold when he heard her words.

"What?" he asked hoarsely, his fingers clenching around hers.

"I don't want the life that we have right now."  He heard her swallow.  "This isn't what I signed up for in the beginning."

He didn't even know what to say.  "Lina, I know things are not exactly easy right now, but I can't do anything to change that."

He felt her get up off the sofa and pace back and forth.  "It's not...you know, the injury, Logan.  It's this."

He wasn't grasping whatever she was getting at.  She was leaving him, he thought.  That much he got, but he didn’t know why.  He tried to keep the blank look off his face, but knew that she saw it.

"I can't live here with you while you want to be with someone else.  While you want to
be
someone else.  The person that you were is not who I want to be with the rest of my life," she stated quietly, determinedly.

"If this is about Julia...honey, that was a long time ago.  Sure, she's fun, but I don't want to be that person, either.  It was fun when we were young, but I have no inclination to start that back up again.  Not just that.  She's not...she's not...well, she's just not you!"

Lina stayed quiet, and he fidgeted nervously on the sofa waiting for her reply.

"It's not just about that.  There's something I wanted to tell you.  Tonight.  But then you didn't...you know.  You weren't there."  He could hear the disappointment in her voice, and knew that whatever the reason for wanting this dinner, it had been a big deal that he had not shown up.  He cursed Julia, and damned himself for choosing to play around instead of caring for the woman he loved and had promised to protect.

He motioned her back down to sit and she perched on the edge of the leather sofa.  He reached for her hand but couldn't find it, and let her finish.