Page 25 of Panther’s Magpie (Mountain River MC #1)

CHAPTER

TWENTY-THREE

MAGGIE

T he visit didn’t yield what we wanted it to, but it was still a good visit. I think I was able to calm the girl so she would actually help us get in touch with Asher.

I only wish the man would have reached out by now.

Still, the visit wasn’t a complete bust. I did get to ride the entire way with my arms wrapped around Calloway on the back of his bike. I never thought I would be one of those girls who would enjoy this type of thing, but I am. I so am.

He even bought me my own jacket and helmet to ride on his bike.

He promised me he would never crash intentionally but outfitted me so that if we do, I am as protected as I can be.

The hard-shell vest I have on feels a bit weird, but I appreciate the comfort.

I don’t really mind the leather chaps on my legs covering my jeans, though. Makes me feel like a badass biker.

We are on our way back, Calloway taking it slow as we maneuver through the dark back roads.

That’s when I hear it. Another bike is behind us. I glance over, but I’m barely able to see it.

It could be a civilian, as I’ve learned they are called. Or it could be another brother.

I focus back on Calloway, not worrying about it.

I should have worried about it.

As the sound gets closer, I can tell it’s more than one biker. I know the moment Calloway realizes the men are not friendly. He tenses underneath my hands. Reaching down, he squeezes my hand before pressing it closer to his stomach.

He wants me to hold on.

One of the other bikers guns it. I look over in time to see the unfamiliar man, but the cut on his jacket is familiar.

Ragged Anarchy.

How did they find us? Are they watching Asher’s sister?

Calloway doesn’t hesitate. He guns it, sending us speeding down the mountain road at speeds way faster than I’m comfortable with. My heart is racing in my chest as I hold on to him tightly. He does what he can, but he can’t shake these men.

No matter what he does, they stay on our tail.

I squeeze him tighter, scared to death that I might fall off the bike. At these speeds, I don’t think all the protection in the world would stop me from dying. I’m not ready to leave this world yet. Not when I’ve finally found a family worth living for.

Calloway takes a corner sharply, cutting off the view from the other bikers for a moment before he slows to a damn near stop and turns down an old trail.

I have no idea how he saw it in the dark, but he manages to get the bike on it before he guns it again.

I tuck my head in tighter as trees whip by, their branches scraping against my leather-covered arms.

I can still hear the bikes behind us, but they are farther back now.

Calloway turns left down another trail. Then another left. Before I know it, I am completely lost, but the hum of the bikes behind us is farther and farther away. Finally, Calloway comes to a stop, turning off the bike and putting the kickstand up before pulling me around so I’m straddling his lap.

He has my helmet off and tossed aside in a second. His joins mine as he pulls my head into his chest, holding me close.

“Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?”

His heart is beating a million miles a minute in his chest. I listen for the roar of a motorcycle, but it’s silent here. Not a single noise can be heard.

“I’m fine. Where are we?” I ask him.

“An old hunting camp. They won’t find us here. The trails aren’t marked, and they aren’t even meant for any motor vehicles, but we made it safely, and that’s all that matters. Are you sure you’re okay?”

He pulls back to look at my face.

Physically, I’m okay. Mentally, I’m a little shaken.

However, my body feels like it’s pumping with blood. I feel this energy beneath my skin that is almost making me itch. I need something, but I don’t know what.

“I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin,” I finally admit.

“It’s the adrenaline. It will wear off, and then you will be exhausted,” he informs me.

The heat of his body against mine has my body coming alive. Cupping his cheek, I press a kiss to his lips. He kisses me back, his hand going to my hips to squeeze them.

“What are you doing?” he whispers as I kiss down his neck.

“I feel alive for the first time in my life,” I admit softly. “I want to feel more.”

“It’s the adrenaline. I don’t want to take advantage of you. That was scary shit you just went through. You need to process it.”

“I’m so sick and tired of people telling me how I’m supposed to feel. I want to feel how I want to feel. Please, Calloway. Don’t make me beg for it. I need you to fuck me.”

He groans as I rock against him.

“Magpie, I don’t want you to come to resent me.”

“Never. Not for this. Remind me what it means to be yours.”

He growls. “You don’t know what you are asking for. I’ve been tame with you so far.”

“I don’t want tame. I want you to lose control. I want to be the one to make you that way. Please. I ache. Make the ache go away.”

He looks down at me for a moment as if he is unsure of what he is about to do. Then I hear a muttered “fuck” before he pulls a knife from his pocket.

“Remember, Magpie. You asked for this.”

I almost ask what he means when he takes the knife and presses it at the seam of my pants between my legs.

Oh. Now that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

PANTHER

I can’t deny my Magpie. Not when she asked for me to show her that she is mine.

I know her past. I know she needs reassurance. It’s part of who she is because of the life she has led. I don’t mind, though. I will prove to her every single day that she is mine if that’s what she needs. Anything to keep her happy and with me.

I didn’t expect her to want to fuck in the middle of the woods after being chased by the Ragged Anarchy, though.

I should call it in. We obviously fell into their territory somehow. Yet, I can’t leave my girl needy.

Pulling out my knife, I look down at her. I shouldn’t do this. I’m going to scare her away, but she wants it, and I want her.

“Remember, Magpie. You asked for this,” I tell her.

I know she’s confused. She doesn’t understand why I have a knife, but she will.

Carefully, I slide the knife against the seam of her jeans.

Once I have a big enough hole for my fingers to reach into, I pull the material from her body and saw the knife until there is a perfect hole straight down the middle of her legs.

When I glance up at her, there are flames in her eyes.

Her breathing is erratic as she stares between her legs.

She is turned on by this. Fuck, that’s going to give me ideas. Things I probably shouldn’t consider, but fuck, I want to explore them all with her.

Tossing my knife on the ground, I slowly run my fingers through her pussy. She’s wet and ready already.

I want to take my time, but my own cock is pulsing beneath my jeans.

Quickly, I undo them, letting him out. I thank God that Maggie is fine going bareback because I don’t think I could stop to put a condom on. Pulling her closer to me, I position myself at her entrance. Then I let her sink onto my cock.

She moans.

“Fuck, I love your piercing,” she says, making me chuckle.

Her arms find their way around my neck. I let her savor the moment before I give her my first demand.

“Ride me.”

Her eyes flicker open as she looks at me slightly dazed. Then she nods as she starts to move her hips. It’s a bit harder for her on the bike, but I grip her hips, helping her move against me.

She feels so good. Her pussy is sucking me in, making me see more stars than the ones in the nighttime sky above.

She keeps up a steady pace, her moans coming quicker and quicker. When she finally comes, her forehead falls to my shoulder. I pet the back of her head, letting her bask in her orgasm.

After a few minutes, I finally push her back so she is splayed out over my bike. Leaning over her slightly while keeping the bike balanced on the kickstand, I thrust into her.

She moans, letting me know she likes it. So I do it again.

I’ve never fucked a girl on my bike. I never wanted to disrespect my bike in that way. The machine is part of my life. It’s sacred to me.

Now I feel like we are christening it. Like I’m letting it know, this is my girl, and she’s going to be sticking around.

It’s more than a quick fuck. It’s a declaration.

I love you.

The words are there. I want to say them, but I don’t. Instead, I bite and suck on her neck, leaving my mark as I continue to thrust into her. Her own nails dig into my back as I bring her to pleasure once more.

Finishing inside of her, I hold her to me.

This is it. This is the one woman I want for the rest of my life. I would give my life to protect her.

I know I need to tell her what it all means. I need to clue her in to what being an old lady entails, but not right this second.

No, I want to enjoy this moment a while longer while I can.

Shit could hit the fan tomorrow, but I know we would always have tonight. She will always remember me.

When she shivers under me, I realize how cool it has gotten. She has her jacket on, but I don’t want her to freeze. Slowly, I pull her up and help her off the bike. Rooting in my saddlebag, I find a clean T-shirt.

Kneeling between her legs, I watch my cum slip out of her. Without thought, I reach out and push it back in.

“Calloway,” she moans.

“Greedy, Magpie.” I hum at her, loving the way she looks right now.

“Fuck. It feels good,” she moans again.

Turning her, I tell her, “Lean back on the bike.”

She does as I ask. I toss the clean T-shirt over my shoulder before I pull her leg up to join it.

Leaning in, I lick her pussy. I can still taste her sweetness, but it’s mixed in with my own saltiness.

I’ve never done this before, but the way her hands dig into my hair? Yeah, I’ll be doing it again.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll clean you up.”

Without hesitation, I lick and suck as my fingers press into her. She arches against me, her body only being held up by me and my bike. I love how at my mercy she is.

I bring her to a third orgasm before I stop my ministrations. Pulling my fingers from her core, I stand, pressing them to her lips. She sucks them in, licking and sucking our juices from them. Then I lean in, kissing her, letting her taste them on my tongue.

“That was unexpected, but hot,” she admits.

“I’ve never done that,” I admit to her. “I want to do it again, though.”

Her body shivers once more, reminding me of what I was doing in the first place.

Stripping off my jacket, I place it over hers for extra protection.

Then I kneel, using the T-shirt to clean up anything I’ve missed.

Once I’m done, I pack it in the saddlebag before doing up my pants.

I should feel bad that her pussy is exposed, but I like the idea of her leaking all over my bike.

I’ll cover her when we get to the clubhouse.

Speaking of the clubhouse, we need to get there and tell them what happened.

I help Maggie put her helmet on before I do my own. Picking up my knife, I slide it in my pocket. Then I climb on, helping her sit behind me. When she cuddles closer, I know I’m where I belong.

As we ride off in the night, all I can think about is how this woman is made for me.

My hand reaches back, grabbing her leg as we ride. A sign of respect, but also showing her that she is mine. She squeezes me tighter.

Yeah, I’m gone for this girl.

My Magpie.