Page 13 of The Biker’s Secret Claim (Chaos Brothers MC #2)

Nicole

“Where are you off to?” Sienna pours herself a cup of coffee and leans against the counter as the morning sun filters through the shades. She’s already dressed to the nines in the cutest, pink summer dress. “Please tell me you’re going to hunt down Mr. Crazy-Sexy Biker for more good times.”

“Ha! I’m pretty sure that’ll never happen. He had all weekend to come back and profess his undying love to me, and he didn’t.”

“It’s been two days. Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Two days! That’s a really long time.”

Sienna dramatically grips her chest and gasps. “So let me get this straight. You didn’t give him your number, and you’re mad that he hasn’t magically tracked you down and professed his love to you?”

“Yes, exactly. Thank you for understanding!” I grin playfully and grab my purse off the hook by the door, hiding the reality of what I’m feeling. I’m not sure why it bothers me so much that Ghost didn’t come back. We agreed on the one-night thing.

We had one night. One secret night. Well, a sort of secret night.

Now, I go on with life and do all the fun things I’ve been wanting to do, except for some reason I can’t help but want Ghost there with me while I do them. I shake the thoughts out of my head. “I need some fresh air. You need anything downtown?”

“No, but I’ll come with. Give me like—”

A heavy knock hits the front door. Sienna and I glance at each other like we’re two teenage girls caught out past curfew.

She sets her coffee down slowly and lowers her voice to a whisper as she says, “Who the hell is here on Sunday morning? God, I hope it’s not my cousin.

She said she was coming to town next week to talk about the wedding and visit the venues, but she never got back to me on when. ” Sienna smirks. “Or… it’s him .”

I roll my eyes, though my heart jumps at the thought. “It’s not. He had all weekend to come after me. I doubt a big, bad biker is out at eight o’clock in the morning. Aren’t they like night-time creatures?”

The knock comes again. It’s heavier this time.

“Pretty high knock for my cousin. She’s like five feet tall.”

I groan and make my way toward the door, waving Sienna’s absurd hypothesis off as nonsense. “Relax. I’m sure it’s something ridiculous.”

She follows behind me, practically vibrating with excitement. She’s going to be really disappointed when she finds out it’s someone with a misdelivered package.

Sadly, part of me will be disappointed too. I know it’s not Ghost. That would be silly, but I hope it is. There’s something about the way he looks at me that lights me up inside, that stirs me awake from my life’s slumber.

I hesitate over the knob before finally turning and pulling the door open.

Please, please, please!

And there he is… Ghost.

Sienna lets out a breath. “See, I told you! It’s not my cousin!”

He shuffles his feet, glancing back at Sienna before redirecting his gaze toward me. “Can I take you for a ride?”

Straight forward as always.

My heart slams against my chest as Sienna gasps.

“Yes, she’d love a ride,” Sienna announces.

“And Sienna would love a date to her cousin’s wedding if you know anyone.” I tighten my lips and stare back at her with playful frustration.

“Actually, I would. It’s just a few weeks away and I need to hook some big, bad, biker man who’ll scare my whole family into submission.”

Ghost narrows his brows and laughs. “Well, my buddy Tennessee’s been looking for a family. I’ll tell him he’s got one on the hook.”

“Cool.” Sienna hands Ghost one of her business cards and offers me a smirk. “Now get this girl out of here and show her a good time.”

As we make our way outside, I whisper, “Sorry for that. She’s a little high-strung.”

“That’s okay. A buddy of mine’s been needing to get out more, anyway. A nice family wedding will be good for him.”

I glance down at the ground and wonder what the hell this ride is all about, but I don’t ask. Instead, I let him take my hand and guide me out toward his motorcycle that’s gleaming in the light of the morning sun.

How the hell did we not hear this thing roll up?

Maybe this is all a dream. It has to be a dream. I just woke up, and I haven’t even finished my coffee. We barely had a conversation, he disappeared for days, and now I’m climbing onto his bike like I’m okay with that.

I’m not.

I require phone calls, and communication, and proper amounts of energy, and romantic gestures. That said, I climb onto the bike like I’ve been desperate for this visit all weekend long.

It’s the truest feeling I’ve ever felt. I have been desperate for this visit. I spent all day Saturday wondering if he was really gone for good, wondering if I’d ever feel that much passion again.

The bike growls as he revs it before taking off. We’re slow at first, then quickly I feel the wind whip against my face. I lean into his back and hold him tight, as his hand rests on the outside of my leg.

I’m not sure if I should read into it or not. Maybe he does this with loads of women. I was sure of it the other night… until he held me. There was something about that moment that made me realize this kind of connection was new for him.

I try not to let my mind reminisce, instead focusing on the crisp morning air and the scent of damp pavement.

It doesn’t last long. With one whiff of the leather on his back, I’m locked into the filthy places we were Friday night.

I let myself linger there, clit throbbing as I imagine the way he dug his thick fingers into my hair as I sucked him off.

Oh Lord, I’m a bigger mess than I thought.

Ghost keeps his eyes on the road ahead, his posture relaxed but purposeful, as sunlight filters through the dense forest lining the road. There aren’t many people out and about yet, though it’s like this most mornings up here.

We ride past rustic cabins to the west of the woods, and I tighten my grip around him as he leans into a curve that lines the turquoise river rushing ahead.

It’s by far one of the prettiest spots on Rugged Mountain.

On the far bank, thick pines grow close, their roots gripping the edge as though they’re bracing against the flow.

The water is clear, like glass, and you can see straight through to the colorful pebbles that line the riverbed.

Ghost steers the bike to a quiet clearing near the river and cuts the engine, replacing the rumble with the quiet rushing of water. It’s a private little spot surrounded by boulders and trees, and you can tell that it isn’t frequently traveled.

I swing my leg over the bike and stretch the stiffness out of my body before glancing up at the giant man in front of me. Even in the middle of the forest with trees towering thirty feet high, this man looks huge.

He’s still silent. Something is off. I’m probably about to be murdered.

I open my mouth to ask him what’s up or tease him about acting so funny, but before I can, he exhales sharply and steps toward me, running his hand through my hair.

His eyes catch mine, and though we’re staring at each other, I get the feeling that part of him is ready to run headfirst toward the river.

What’s with this guy?

I open my mouth to speak, but before words come out, he leans in and kisses me. It’s fast and rough like he acted before he finished thinking it through, like he’s been fighting with himself for days.

When he pulls back, he exhales, shaking his head like he’s frustrated. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I stare at him, heart hammering, the weight of his hands still on my waist.

He exhales slowly. “This is stupid.”

“What’s stupid?”

“The fact that I can’t stop thinking about you. All fucking night and every fucking day. You’re there, on my mind, with that cute little fucking smile, and it’s driving me fucking insane.”

I can’t help but smile. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Don’t know,” he groans. “So far it’s just been overwhelming.”

I tilt my head, watching him. “Maybe you should just forget about me then.”

“I tried. It didn’t work. That’s why I’m here.” He huffs out a breath. “Tell me you’re feeling the same way.”

I stagger in a heavy breath and let it out slowly, speaking without hesitation, though maybe I should have some. “I am.”

Ghost looks toward me, jaw tense, his expression unreadable like he’s searching for anything to make this moment less real. A piece of knowledge or a reason that can dig him out of what he’s feeling. “This is a mess,” he finally says.

“You kissed me!”

“And I want to do it again,” he growls.

“Then do it!” I pant, desperate to feel his hands all over me again and again.

He exhales sharply and pulls me into another rough kiss as his fingers press into my hips. Though he’s moving all over me, his body is tense like he’s still fighting with himself for feeling something.

I clutch his shirt and pull back. “You still think this is stupid? “

“Yeah,” he growls before leaning into me again, this time softer with a gentler look in his eyes. “It’s so fucking stupid.” His teeth scrape against my neck with a growl as his hands work to strip my clothes off. “I want you naked. I need to feel you.”

This is everything I’ve needed. Everything.

There’s something about his struggle with emotions that makes this feel real. More real than anything I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s raw and unrehearsed. I feel it in the way he touches me, in the way he growls, like the admission burns despite how badly he needs it.

Standing on the river rocks, I let him wrap me into his arms and hold me against his chest.

“I’m going to make you mine, and it’s gonna be hard, but I need you.”

I twist my lips to the side playfully. “Are we talking about your massive cock or our newfound life together?”

He rolls his eyes and bites back a grin. “Both. Now bend over that boulder for me. I want to see how wet all this gets you.”

“Yes, sir.” I bend over the rock and glance back at him, watching as he studies my every move.

“You’re such a good girl. Look at those pink lips. You’re ready.”

“I’m so ready,” I beg, pushing my ass up into the air as my breasts press against the cool stone.

After years of having the most programmed sex imaginable, this is downright insanity.

We’re outside, in the wide-open air, and for the second time in two days I’m about to have mad, wild, incredible sex.

I’m half expecting the cops to show up or a fisherman to work his way down the waterway and catch us on the riverbank.

Either way, nothing could stop me right now. I’d put on a show for all of them. I need this man more than I’ve ever needed anything.

The zipper of his jeans splits and his pants fall to the floor before he grips my waist and edges into my pussy. There’s no foreplay. There’s no sweet talk. It’s just raw need. Raw desire.

I’m soaking wet for it.

“Fuck,” he groans as he presses into me. “You’re tight, baby girl.”

My pussy soaks at the sound of his deep voice reverberating in my ear as his giant cock spreads me wide.

“You’re so damn sexy,” he growls into my ear, “and you’re taking me well.”

Thump after thump of his thick cock spreads me wider as I press against the boulder, grunting and moaning like a wild animal.

I never thought I’d ever come with penetration alone, but he’s hitting spots I didn’t know existed.

“You like my cock deep inside of you, baby girl?” His hand grips my throat as he drives himself in further.

“Yeah,” I pant. “Yes, sir.”

“Good fucking girl. Moan for me. Open your pretty little mouth and let me hear those sounds.”

I moan out louder and louder as he drives his thick cock deeper and deeper.

“I’m gonna come.”

“Tell me how bad you need it.”

“I need to come. You feel so good! Oh my God… you feel so damn good!”

His cock somehow feels harder than it was five seconds ago, and all at once like a train barreling into the station, I release, screaming out as my tits bounce and scrub against the boulder.

Ghost growls into my ear, lifting me slightly as he drives into me. “You’re such a dirty girl. Fuck… I love how hard you try for me!”

His hold is tight and masculine. He’s moving me, putting me exactly where he wants me. “I need you, Nicole. Tell me you’re mine for good.” He thrusts into me over and over again. “Say it loud.”

“I’m yours,” I pant, desperate for this to never end.

Desperate to have trillions of morning fucks by the river, and wild, dominant sex every single evening for eternity.

It turns out, this is what life is about.

Not vacations, not fancy houses, not what you do for a living.

Life is about passion. It’s about passionate sex with a giant man that whispers sexy things in your ear.

He thrusts into me again and again until he spills his seed, filling me up with warm parts of him that make me feel whole.

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling out slowly, “that was good.”

“Really good,” I pant, staring up at the sky, trying to get the dizziness to calm itself. “You’re really good at that.”

“Only with you. I’ve never felt like this in my life.” He leans in and kisses my forehead, pulling me close. “I don’t know what it is, I just… I want to hold you and protect you, and I don’t know… you make me like this.”

My heart slams against my chest as I lean against his.

He brushes his rough hand over the side of my face, his gaze heavy on mine. “Tell me you meant what you said. Tell me you’ll stay. I know you have all the choices in the world. You’re young and you just got your freedom, but I need you. I need you so fucking bad. It’s sick.”

I swallow hard, searching his eyes as I feel the raw honesty of his words. “I meant every word.”

He leans down and kisses the top of my head before glancing out at the river. “Damn shame. You know what’s missing?”

“No, what?”

“That we don’t have any speakers. This seems like the perfect moment for some Sabbath. Maybe War Pigs.”

I laugh and widen my gaze. “I may have exaggerated how much I liked that song. I’m more of a country girl. The new Morgan Waylon album just came out, and it’s a ten out of ten.”

He grins that slick grin I’ve come to love.

“Kinda like that album too. To be honest, I haven’t listened to Sabbath in years and War Pigs was never my favorite, but it’s the cool thing to like for a guy like me, right?

I’m pretty sure liking country music is a big no-no in the hitman code of ethics.

Too many emotions, and not enough killing. ”

I raise an entertained brow. “The hitman code of ethics? Is that a real thing?”

“Sure is. It’s right between ‘ never leave loose ends’ and ‘ don’t get attached .”

“Guess you’re breaking all the rules then.”

He exhales as though that’s the hopeless truth, then squeezes my hand lightly. “I think you’re worth breaking rules for.”

In that moment, everything shifts into place, and the adventure I’d been chasing officially finds me.