The Lyon Trilogy (19 page)

"Carol, yeah, tell me about this
outfit you got for Angel...no the black one piece leather number...uh huh...a
what?" I couldn't help it; I busted out laughing and hung up the phone.

Angel was looking at me like I'd lost my
mind, but I was laughing too hard to care. When I could breathe again I pulled
her under me still chuckling.

"I fucking love you babe, priceless.
The last fucking innocent left in the world."

She had no idea what I was talking about,
but yet she smiled and grinned with me, because her man was back to being
loving again.

I think I'll wait until I've finished
satisfying us both before telling her that she'd worn her lingerie outside by
mistake.

He rolled around the bed with me clutched
close to his chest. I was laughing and smiling too, though I had no idea why. I
don't know what Carol had said to make him howl with laughter, and I didn't
care, all I know is that my Colton was back, and that's all that mattered.

"Baby, where did you buy the outfit
you were wearing?"

"Huh, um, some kind of specialty
shop, Carol said. Why?"

"What else did they have in the
store, babe?" He was grinning down at me and brushing my hair off my face.

I squinted at him because I wasn't sure
what he was getting at.

"Well, they had whips and chains and
fake...things, but I didn't really pay any attention." I could feel my
stupid face heating up. I'm such a dork, I really shouldn't be embarrassed by
those things but I am.

"Babe, it's a sex shop."

"A what?"

"A sex shop, she bought that for me
yes, but for the privacy of our bedroom."

"You mean, it's a ...oh my word, Oh
My Word, OH MY WORD." I wanted to run and hide in sheer mortification but
Colton wouldn't let me.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know, baby."

"The other biker sisters saw me, they
had to know. They're probably laughing at me right now, I can never face them
again." I cried into his chest.

"Quit it, babe, I doubt they noticed.
You were only off the bike when we reached the pier, and it was already dark by
then and before that no one could tell while you were on the bike."

"So that's why you got so mad."

"Babe, I told you I didn't know what
it was, all I know is that the sight of you in that shit made me want to fuck,
and I imagined that every man who saw you in it was thinking the same thing,
and that pissed me the fuck off cause I don't want no other fucker jacking off
to my woman's ass."

"So you do like it." I grinned
and poked my tongue out at him.

"Too fucking cute, now kiss me."

I was only too happy to oblige. I'd missed
him, for those few short hours when he'd been so mad, so distant. I'd missed
him a lot.

"I should really make love to you
right now to make up for being a dick, but I so want to fuck you, my dick can't
stand all this tension, and he's about to bust. I'm going to take just enough
time to get you warmed up, but then I'm hitting it hard."

I whimpered in my throat, and my panties
paid another price.

"Damn, I sprung another leak."

"Yeah? Let me clean that up for
you."

"When we fuck it should be
deep...long...and hard, and that's what we're about to do after I eat you
first. I need to have you cum on my tongue."

I pulled her up on her hands and knees
pulling her panties down as I kissed my way down her back. I couldn't resist
pushing my middle finger into her tight hole, making her pelvis twitch.

"Uhmmm, yeah Angel, nice fucking
pussy."

I spread her open as she knelt before me
her head resting on her folded hands on the pillow, and her ass in the air.

Wetting my four fingers I rubbed them into
her cunt before sticking my tongue in the opening. I teased her with the tip
until she wiggled her sweet ass and whined, and then with my nose pressed flat
against her ass hole I frenched her cunt, my tongue drowning in her pussy
nectar.

"I can hear your pussy purring, yum.
I can't wait to get in there and make that bitch yowl."

I licked her sweet slit with the flat of
my tongue enjoying the way she moved.

I flipped her over onto her back and dove
right back in.

"Tonight you're taking all of me if
it takes all night, I'm not stopping until I'm balls deep in your pussy, and
then I think I might plug that ass."

I lifted her ass in my hands and brought
her up to my mouth. I didn't even have to tell her to pull on her tits as I
raised her legs and threw them over my shoulders.

Fuck, her pussy was flooding. I tapped her
clit, hitting her piercing while my tongue lapped at her.

My eyes were glued to the way she pulled
on her nipples. I had my cock in one hand, stroking, while her legs were on my
shoulders, and her back arched high off the bed.

In one fast move I pulled her legs down
and impaled her on my cock, and she fucking yowled.

"Told you I was gonna make that pussy
yowl, now purr for me, Angel."

I held her by the waist and pummeled her,
and that's the only way I can phrase it. I used my cock to tell the story.
Visions of her tight ass straddling that bike in that tight as fuck leather, oh
yeah, we were going back to that shop for sure.

"Still not deep enough." I
pulled out, my cock bobbing like he was searching for the warmth of her pussy,
and I laid next to her.

"Turn around, reverse cowgirl. Now
grab my knees, good girl. Now rub that wet pussy up and down my cock from crown
to base."

She grabbed my knees and did as I said.

"Fuck yeah, look at that nice pink
cunt. Now sit on my dick." She worked her juicy pussy down over the head
of my cock and worked her way down.

"Almost there." I ran my hands
up and down her back to her ass, where I teased her with a fingertip. I still
wasn't hitting where I wanted to. I needed to dominate the shit out of her. The
anger had turned into this burning need to control.

I eased her off and pushed her head down
on the bed as I knelt behind her. I went in easy, but with a new twist.

"I can't, I can't."

"Yes, you can, eaaassyy."

* * * * *

He held my hands behind my back while he
knelt behind me with one of my knees raised as he fucked me slow and deep. The
thing is, from this angle he's hitting it too deep, but damn does it hurt so
good.

I'm begging him to stop, but my hips and
ass won't stop fucking back at him. I'm drooling and crying, at least I think
I'm crying, but it's the best hurt I've ever felt.

I guess Colton really was on a mission
tonight because he wouldn't let up. He was like a madman, pounding and
thrusting, and stretching my pussy to fit his monster cock. When he pulled my
head back by my hair, I came.

The fierce tug on my hair hurt like a
bitch, but the pounding in my pussy took my mind off that.

I'm not sure what got into Colton, but he
was a beast right now, and he growled instructions at me.

"I want that ass higher."

What's a girl to do, I lifted it higher,
so he dug deeper and I came again, harder.

We spent quite a few hours at it, and
there was a point where I just cried my way through my orgasms because I was so
overwhelmed. My body had never felt anything like it.

Afterward Colton cleaned us both up and
put me to bed. The sheets were a mess, but we were both too tired to care. That
night I slept wrapped in his arms feeling loved and secure once more. I could
go the rest of my life without another day like today.

* * * * *

There were only two days left before our
trip, so if we worked it right it should take us about two days to get there,
but that would involve some hard riding. Angel was on the back of my bike for
that one, no questions asked.

I had to work it, so that no one connected
what was about to happen to her being home for the weekend.

She needed her mom, the two of them were
close, and after that one time when I'd had to put Tina in her place, for
making my girl cry, she'd been on her best behavior. I wish I could give her
this under better circumstances, but it is what it is.

The guys were hyped, we had already
decided on a plan of action, but I still gave them an out if they needed it,
yet they all said the same thing, they were all in.

Kat was bustling around the office doing
her thing, and I was grinning all day like an ass. Not even the crew's teasing
could get me out of my groove. I'd nailed my baby in the shower this morning
after she'd gotten me nice and hard with her mouth, and there's no better way
to start the day if you ask me than to have your woman's screams ringing in
your ears from a good hard riding.

It's been hours since we've been at work,
and I finally took a break from the shop to do some work on the computer. For
some reason, I had Angel come sit in my office and work on the laptop. I just
needed her near after the fucked up day we'd had yesterday.

* * * * *

I can't believe the person I've become
with Colton, but don't get me wrong I love it. I love sucking his cock, and
having him do all those things to me, like tying me up, oh, and when he pulls
my hair, I just wanna swoon. In fact I think have a time or two.

It's amazing how I can be this way behind
closed doors, and still be the same innocent girl to the rest of the world. It
makes me wonder what secrets other people are hiding.

When he's not inside me I miss him, and
I'm learning how to take all of him inside me, but it's not easy. We used
lubrication at some point last night, but I'm just too small to fit all of him
in any of my holes. He'd said we won't stop though until he fit, and he meant
it. By the last round last night I was taking him all the way in, but with a
little discomfort. He'd said after that that we'd work on it some more. I can't
wait.

"What are you thinking about and
blushing over there?"

Shit, I thought he was reading order forms
on the computer.

"Nothing..." My voice squeaked.

"Come 'ere." Shit he was giving
me that look, that panty melting look he got just before I got a pounding.

I walked over to his desk trying to keep
my legs together, and my kitty was juicing something awful.

Of course he put his hand right up my
skirt and inside my panties. Taking his fingers out he smelled them before
licking my juices from them.

Opening his pants he took out his rod
which was already wet with pre cum.

"Ride him..."

It's crunch time, and we're on the road.
I've got twenty of my men with me, and they've brought along their old ladies
as cover, since we're supposedly using this trip as our annual road trip.

Mom and Char are manning the phones as
they usually insist on doing, Em is running things for the week or so I'll be
gone, and I'd left four guys at the garage. Then there were the other crew
members who worked elsewhere, who will keep an eye on the town and our
remaining families. Like I said, I never leave my town unprotected.

Katarina was having a blast. We'd been
riding for a good six hours already, and it would soon be time for a break for
the girls. If it was just us guys, then we could go for another couple hours at
least, but we had to make sure our women were taken care of.

I pulled into the parking lot of an out of
the way steak house we'd been to before. The food was spectacular for a place
in the middle of nowhere. They must have great word of mouth too though because
the place was always packed.

I looked over my shoulder at her overexcited
face. "Can you get down, or do you need me to lift you off?"

She sighed and laid her head against my
back. "Just one more minute, and I can do it myself." I gave her a minute
while the rest of my crew walked by us with their smart-ass comments.

"Your girl's green boss gotta toughen
her up." That was followed by,

"Come on champ, shake a leg."
She just groaned and held onto me tighter.

"My legs hurt." She whined, which
for some reason I found adorably cute.

Jared took his life in his hands by
offering to take her off the back of my bike.

"Get the fuck outta here,
Storm."

"Geez, Lyon, take it easy will ya.
Just trying to help."

"Yeah, your help might get your ass
kicked."

"Colton, stop picking on Jared."

"You be quiet spider monkey."

"Hey." She punched my side with
her tiny fist making me laugh.

"Well you're clinging to me like one,
you ready?"

"Yes, sir."

I just looked back at her with a raised
brow, "You like playing with fire don't you, Angel?"

"What you gonna do about it?"

"Fancy being fucked in a restroom in
Oregon, do you?"

"Ooh can we?"

"Geez, Katarina, didn't you get
enough this morning and last night?"

"Well yeah, but it's sooooo good."
She grinned and winked at me.

"You just have newness fever. In a
couple weeks you won't be so horny all the time."

"What's the matter old man, too tired
to keep up?"

"Oh ho, we got jokes, okay hot stuff
you're on." She actually clapped her hands in anticipation. I wondered if
she realized how much she'd changed in the short space of time we'd been
together. From the way she dressed to the way she spoke, even her laugh was
different.

She still has moments when she would go
into her little shell, but those were becoming few and far between.

Catching her neck in the crook of my elbow
I followed the guys and girls into the restaurant. With a headcount of
forty-two they decided to give us the private room in the back. Which is a good
idea, since my boys didn't know how to act at chow time, and we needed room to
spread out, because when we were on the road we were Lyon's Crew, and we tended
to leave the sophistication back home, shedding it like a cheap veneer. Not
that we didn't remain complete gentlemen, but can you imagine the kind of
attention we got when we rode forty strong and sometimes more?

Chicks came out of the woodwork, dudes
sized us up, and some lesser beings, aka ass hats, even went so far as to pick
fights with us. So on the road our bikes shone to a high gleam, our leathers
were fuck awesome, and our faces said 'danger, fuck with us at your own peril'.

We've been known to close down a bar or
two here and there, usually when some asshole got grabby with one of the
sisters. That was a big fucking no no.

It was hot as Hades backyard outside, and
the first thing I noticed after we were seated around the long ass table, was
that the air-conditioning made my girls' nipples pucker to the point that I
could actually see the imprint of her piercings. Removing my leather vest I
threw it over her shoulders, and I helped her pull her arms through and closed
up shop.

I guess she knew what I was doing because
she just rolled her eyes at me, shrugged her shoulders, and picked up her menu.

"Have the steak, it's good
here."

"But I want chicken fingers and
French fries." She gave me the pouty lip, yeah she wanted to get fucked
alright, and she was pulling out all the stops. Little did she know that
there's no way I'd ever fuck the future mother of my kids in some seedy out of
the way bathroom.

"You can have fries with your steak.
It might be hours before we stop again, so you're not eating chicken fingers as
a meal."

The waitress came over to take our drink
orders. I didn't tell my guys what they could or could not do, but they knew
there was a two-drink maximum when we were riding, and if it was hard liquor
that was cut down to one. I didn't take chances with peoples' lives, and if any
one of them showed that he couldn't handle his liquor, then he'd better stick
to soda or juice, or his ass would get left behind in whatever town or city he
fucked up in.

I ordered Angel a banana shake since she
loved the fuck out of those things and got myself a club soda and lime. There's
no way I was riding with my baby on my bike while I'd been drinking, not gonna
happen.

My guys thank fuck followed suit, and
that's why they were my guys, they use their heads. After the waitress had
gotten about halfway through, this chick Samantha came over to the table. Fuck,
I'd forgotten all about her trifling ass, and no we'd never fucked, but she
always gave it her best shot whenever we came through.

There's no guessing how many bikers she'd
spread for, and I'm not into over-plowed fields. Anyway this Samantha chick
(and the only reason I remember her name is because it was on a tag on her
shirt) came over and told the first one that she was taking over. I saw the
crestfallen look on the younger girl's face.

"Hello, Lyon, long time no see."

"Miss." I inclined my head.

"Ooh are we playing shy because we
have a new chickie?"

The volume at the table went down, and not
surprisingly the sisters all sat forward in their seats. Katarina was busy
picking at the bread in the basket.

"Something I can do for you?"

"You know what you can do for me,
what you could always do for me big boy." She laughed suggestively and
went to put her hand on my shoulder. A small wrist flew by my face from the
other side and Katarina grasped her hand and threw it off. "This one's taken
move it along."

Oh fuck me, I don't want to drop this
bitch, but I will if she even looks like she's going to retaliate.

"Excuse me little girl?"

"I've got your little girl
swinging." Angel fucking growled that shit at her.

The fuck, it wouldn't be cool to laugh
right now, and besides the whole crew plus their women were already howling
with laughter. I needed to head this shit off before it got out of hand. Oops,
too late.

Now why would you pick a fight with a
person who is sitting with forty or so other people, and when any one of those
people, if not all of them, might be willing to beat your ass down in a
heartbeat, but that's just what this chick did. She took a glass of water and
threw it in Angel's face.

Now I'm pissed. Jared was closest to us as
usual, so he was the one who tried to stop me.

"Remember the code, bro, you can't go
there."

"Fuck the code, that's my fucking
woman." I threw his arm off as the others got up from their seats, but he
held me down by the shoulder.

"You can't man, besides—"
He broke off as we both turned to watch Katarina literally jump over the table.
I guess all those damn stunts she's been doing paid off. Samantha the clueless
didn't know what to do when five foot two of fireball landed in her chest. I
gave some serious thought as to how far I should let things go before jumping
in, but then I thought better of it.

I stood up and went to get my hellcat, and
by now the other patrons were peeping around the door at all the racket. Angel
was using Samantha's head to pound nails into the floor, or at least that's
what it looked like.

My men were no help as they, and their
women, egged on their champ, and the first waitress was grinning from ear to
ear. The manager soon came running over to see what the fuck was going on, but
before he could say anything the waitress whose name was Pamela spoke up.

"Samantha started it, she threw water
in the customer's face. The customer was just defending herself."

"That's it, Samantha, you've been warned
now it's time to take action, sir, ma'am, I'm very sorry about this, and lunch
is on the house." He wrung his hands together probably thinking we were
either gonna sue his ass, or tear his place apart.

"That won't be necessary sir, we're
fine but thanks for the offer." I used a cloth napkin to clean up
Katarina's face while the way beyond embarrassed Samantha struggled to her
feet.

"Well let me at least buy a round of
drinks for the table."

"We're drinking light my friend,
sodas and juice."

"Well then sodas and juice on the
house, Samantha, you're fired."

My obnoxious crew set up a round of
applause, and Jared and Tommy picked Angel up on their shoulders and walked her
around the room while she folded her fist and fist pumped the air.

"Get down from there you ham." I
reached up and took her down.

"Damn, Angel, you're a feisty little
scrapper aren't you. Maybe I will do you in the bathroom."

She grinned at me, and I put her back in
her seat. Pamela came over and cleaned up the spilled water, and she set the
table back to rights. The manager, trying to save face, sent over platters of
wings and mozzarella sticks for appetizers, and I got my baby some chicken
fingers to munch on until her food came.

Things calmed down rather quickly and soon
all that could be heard was the noise of eating and laughter.

Katarina's eyes almost fell out of her
head when she saw the size of her porterhouse steak. "Holy... I can't eat
all that."

"Eat what you can and leave the rest
baby."

"I can't do that, that's
wasteful." She fussed at me.

"Damn, Angel, for the love of...are
our kids going to be as fussy as you are?" You could've heard a fucking
pin drop as all the nosy fucks at the table were suddenly all ears. Katarina,
meanwhile, was looking at me like she wanted to get the show started.

I chose to ignore them as Katarina asked
Pamela to bring her a to go container before she even started to eat.

"What are you doing, babe, you're not
eating any leftover steak later. If you get hungry again, then we'll get you
something to eat."

"No no, maybe we'll pass a homeless
person on the way, and I can give it to them." She meticulously cut off a
huge chunk of meat and put it in the container.