THE BIKER’S VIRGIN MICHELLE A. VALENTINE
Contents
The Biker’s Virgin Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Epilogue Epilogue
Acknowledgments About the Author Also by Michelle A. Valentine
The Biker’s Virgin I was given one simple job. Break in and kidnap a rival MC club’s daughter.
I wasn’t expecting her to be a barely legal virgin begging me to take her.
I have to have her—wife her up and let the world know she belongs to me. I don’t even care if not following orders could cost me my life.
She’s. Mine.
No one will take her away from me.
A hot, sexy standalone with a dirty-talking biker and his sweet virgin.
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Chapter One Piper
Sometimes it’s good to know people in low places. Take tonight for example. Chloe and I wouldn’t be able to get into this bar to celebrate her nineteenth birthday if I didn’t know a guy that could hook us up with fake IDs. “We’re going to get drunk and dance our asses off tonight!” Chloe hooks her arm around my shoulders, lifts her drink in the air, and pulls me toward the dance floor and yells as loud as she can, “It’s my birthday, bitches! Buy me a drink!” Everyone within ear shot cheers and most of the guys in the place gawk at us like we’re pieces of meat on display. I shake my head and laugh at my crazy, beautiful friend as she tosses her long brown hair over one shoulder and grins. We continue to dance the night away, and I’m loving the small taste of freedom I’m getting right now. I can’t wait to get out of this town and far
away from the people in it. Chloe is the only person I’ll miss, but she’s promised to come visit me no matter where I end up going to school. “Piper!” Chloe shouts my name over the music. “Let’s go get another drink. I’m burning up.” We head to the bar, arms linked together, and wait for the bartender to make us another round of Sex on the Beach. “Oh, my God. Would you look at that,” Chloe says into my ear. “Hot biker guy at three o’clock and he’s staring right at you.” My heart sinks instantly. All my life my father has always sent his goons to spy on me whenever I go out. Even though I’m eighteen years old, he still treats me like a child. It’s just one of the many reasons I won’t have anything to do with my father, and never tell him anything I’m doing. He and my mother have been divorced for years, and we keep our distance, but from time to time, we spot one of Dad’s club members keeping tabs on us for him. My line of sight drifts down to the end of the bar, and I spot a hot guy with shaggy blonde hair and a beard watching me intently. He’s a new face—a sexy one that I almost wouldn’t mind having stalk me on my father’s behalf, but it’s
still not cool that he’s here. When I catch the stranger’s gaze, our eyes lock and his lips pull up into a slow, lazy grin. “Ugh. I’m sick of this shit,” I complain. The bartender returns and places drinks in front of us. “Compliments from the guy at the end of the bar.” Chloe slides one of the drinks my way, “Maybe you should go set this one straight out of the gate, and tell him to piss off. Knowing we’re being watched will kill my buzz.” I take a long pull from my straw as I think about what she said. “You know what? I think I will.” A little liquid courage burns through my veins as I make my way to where the guy is sitting. “I don’t need a damn babysitter.” I plop down on the stool next to him, and his eyebrows shoot up. “So you can go back and tell my dad—” I halt myself mid-sentence when my eyes land on the Maverick patch on his kutte. This man has absolutely no ties to my father. I should be relieved by that, but instead I sit there frozen like a statue because this man belongs to a club that’s a wellknown rival to my fathers.
He unleashes a cold stare on me. “Did I say you could sit down?” I lick my lips carefully. “N—no. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—” He holds up one tattooed hand. “I think it’s time you run back to your friend.” It’s obvious I’ve completely misread this situation, and now feel like a total idiot. I do as he asks and push myself out of the seat. “Thank you for the drinks.” He levels his stare on me me. “I didn’t buy you any drinks.” I furrow my brow, but I don’t say another word because I don’t want to embarrass myself any further. Clearly, I’ve made a huge mistake, and I don’t want to poke the bear any more than I already have. I take a step back and then turn on my heel and head back to Chloe with my tail between my legs. Chloe’s sipping on her drink and then hands me mine. “How’d it go? Did you tell him to fuck off?” I shake my head. “Not exactly. He isn’t here for me. He’s not even a part of my father’s club.” “Really?” Chloe whips her head back in the biker’s
direction. “Does that mean he’s open game? He’s hot. You should go for him.” I shake my head. Chloe, God love her, is oblivious to club rules. You don’t mess around with guys in a different club than you’re associated with. Even though I’m not part of the Disciples, I know better than to cross that line. I take another look at the sexiest biker I’ve ever seen and sigh. He’s completely off limits, no matter how attractive I find him. Plus, I seem to annoy him, so there’s no chance in hell I’ll be hooking up with him. I grab Chloe’s hand and tug her to the dance floor, needing a distraction. “Come on. Let’s dance.” I do my best to ignore the hunky beast of a man in the corner, but I catch my eyes flitting in his direction every chance I get. He’s turned toward the dance floor now, openly watching us. More than once our eyes have met. And as much as I wish it didn’t, his stare on me is a complete fucking turn on. I move my hips and shake my ass, wanting him to find me as attractive as I find him. One song flows into the next and we dance until we’re tired and thirsty again.
Chloe makes a drinking motion with her hand and I nod in agreement. We work our way back to the bar through the crowd of thirsty patrons, and before Chloe can open her mouth to order our drinks, the bartender slips two more Sex on the Beaches in front of us. Chloe attempts to hand him money, but the bartender holds up his hands. “Already paid for. Different guy this time though.” My eyes snap down to the sexy biker, and he tips his beer bottle in our direction. “Looks like you made a friend after all, Piper. Do you want to personally thank him for the drinks, or should I?” There’s a wicked gleam in Chloe’s eyes because she knows while I might be a bit flirty at times, my V-card is still fully intact. It’s not that I’m a prude or anything. I can’t find a guy who’s willing to touch me with a ten-foot pole because of who my father is. I dread the thought of being a freshman in college and being the only girl around who’s never seen a penis in the flesh. “If you’re not going…” She trails off as she takes a hesitant step, almost daring me to go talk to the guy.
I grab her arm, halting her in place. “I’ll go.” Her lips twist into an amused smirk when I stop her. “Good, because I don’t think it’s me he really wants to talk to.” She nudges me and giggles. “Go get him, tiger.” I shake my head and then take a deep breath before shuffling my feet toward the guy. He leans back, stretching his toned, tattooed arm across the bar, making him look like the baddest motherfucker in the place. As I approach him, his eyes rake over my body from head to toe slow enough to make me feel like he’s undressing me with his eyes. The hardness in his eyes has disappeared as I stand there before him under his appraising stare. “I see you got the drinks I actually did buy this time.” I lift my glass a bit. “Yeah. Thanks for these.” I extend my hand to him. “I think we got off on the wrong foot before. I’m sorry I came off so bitchy.” His large fingers wrap around mine, and I know it’s cliché as hell, but my skin actually tingles where we touch. Calluses, no doubt caused from riding his motorcycle, rub against my smooth skin, telling me he isn’t just some causal rider. Normally, I’m not attracted to bikers because I associate that lifestyle
with my father, but I wouldn’t mind hoping on the back of this guy’s bike. The kutte he’s wearing is covered with patches, and the crest of the Mavericks is stitched proudly on his chest. Holy hell. He’s hot and so fucking off limits it isn’t funny. He rubs his thumb over the skin on the back of my hand and licks his lips, causing a thought to flit through my mind. I wonder what it would be like to kiss those lips, or better yet if he used them on me in other places. My pulse picks up speed and I release a shaky breath. His grey eyes bore into me. “You know you shouldn’t accept drinks from random men in bars, don’t you? You don’t know what the fuck some dude might put in it.” I lift one brow in question. “What are you, my bodyguard?” His lips pull into a tight line. “Do you not see every horny motherfucker in this place sizing you up, trying their best to figure out a way to get in your pants?” My lips twist as I eye his rough exterior. “Why
should I trust anything you say. You don’t exactly look like the noble type.” This earns a chuckle from him. “You got me there. My intentions are less than honorable, which is why a good little girl like you shouldn’t be in a place like this. It isn’t safe for you.” I lift my chin and do my best to pretend my heart isn’t beating so hard that I’m sure it’s going to break my ribs. “I can take care of myself.” He smirks. “You sure about that?” No, I’m not, but I’m not about to admit that to him. Instead, I ask, “Do I need protecting from someone?” “You do…from me,” he growls and then he smiles again, making him even more beautiful. Almost as if he can sense the desire emanating off me, he stands and leans in close enough to whisper in my ear. “Why don’t we cut the shit, and get down to it? Let’s fuck.” I should be walking away right now, yet here I am actually considering his proposition. He’s seriously hot and dangerous, which only adds to his appeal. I lean in a bit and catch a whiff of his spicy cologne and my mouth waters. He even smells delicious.
Jesus. Get a hold of yourself Piper. This guy is off limits. I take a deep breath and do my best to regain my composure. “I don’t really do that sort-of thing,” I tell him honestly. “Do what?” he asks, his warm breath tickling my ear. “Have a good time?” I swallow down the nervousness in my throat. “Sleep around.” “So you’re just a cock tease then?” I pull back so I can stare into his eyes. “That wasn’t my intention,” I tell him honestly. “I only wanted to thank you for the drink.” “In that case, you should know the proper way to thank me for the drink is to get naked and get in my lap.” The corner of his mouth pulls up into a lopsided smile and I swear it makes my panties wet. “As tempting as that is, I don’t sleep with strangers.” Or anyone, but he’s making it pretty damn tempting. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he
wraps his arm around me and pulls me in tight against his hard body, making my breath catch. “Well, why don’t we get acquainted.” Without permission, his lips brush against mine and, I swear to God, if he wasn’t holding on to me right now I would swoon. His greedy tongue seeks entrance into my mouth, and I part my lips and allow him inside. A moan escapes me and this seems to excite him, because he threads his fingers into my hair and deepens our kiss. Our bodies press together, and my hand runs over his sculpted chest beneath his leather vest. This man is hot as sin, and he knows it. He’s probably able to make women drop their panties on command any time he wants them to. He pulls back and traces my top lip with his tongue. “Come home with me.” It’s not a request, but a command. “Let me make you cum.” My toes curl inside my high-heeled shoes. This man is so confident and it’s a complete turn-on. I bet he knows his way around the bedroom, and fucks like a champ. He’s the perfect candidate to lose my Vcard to. Just as I’m about to say yes, the shouts of two men threatening to beat the shit out of each other jerks
my attention away. I turn my head and spot my best friend standing between the two men, doing her best to keep them apart. Oh, shit. I push myself out of the biker’s arms and head toward Chloe. I grab her and pull her out of harm’s way a split second before they begin throwing blows at one another. I tug her through the bar quickly towards the exit. “What the hell, Piper?” Chloe complains as we tromp across the parking lot. “They were about to fight over me and you’re not going to let me watch? That’s every girl’s wet dream, and you just ruined it for me.” “I’m saving our asses. We don’t need cops coming in there asking to see our IDs. I don’t exactly feel like dealing with that shit,” I tell her, slowing down once we round the corner. I pull out my cell and request an Uber and Chloe frowns next to me. “I never even thought about that. My parents would kill me if they found out we went to a bar.” She’s quiet for a moment before she says, “I saw you let the sexy biker maul you back there. I’m so proud.”
I roll my eyes and laugh at her crudeness. “What can I say, he was hot.” “I’ll say. Sexy and a badass from the looks of him. I bet he’s good in bed.” She wiggles her eyebrows while a mischievous grin lights up her face. I sigh, knowing I’ll never get to test that out because I’ll never see him again. When the ride says it will arrive in five minutes, I stuff my phone back into the pocket of my jeans. The breeze of the early summer evening air causes goosebumps to pepper my flesh and immediately I regret leaving the house in this top that Chloe talked me into wearing. It’s low cut and sleeveless —a total dick magnet as she called it—that was guaranteed to get me laid. Chloe leans back against the wooden privacy fence next to the side walk and checks her cell. “How much longer until the Uber gets here?” I check the clock and begin to tell her anytime now, but a car slows down and creeps to a stop before us. I raise my eyebrows. This definitely isn’t the ride I ordered. “Hey, pretty girls. Need a ride?” I instantly recognize the guy in the driver’s seat and he leans across the console to address Chloe and me—it’s
one of the guys who were fighting over my best friend moments ago. Chloe’s face lights up as she struts over to the passenger side of the dude’s car and bends down, giving the guy an eyeful of her cleavage. “We absolutely do, Greg. Glad to see you made it out of the bar without a scratch.” “That guy was a puss,” He waves her off dismissively, while his blue eyes zero in on my friend. “But I’ll admit, my heart broke when I turned around to discover you’d disappeared on me. I was hoping to get to know you better.” The guy’s cute, in that college frat boy kind of way —totally Chloe’s type, and she’s making no attempt to hide the fact she’s definitely interested in the guy. If I know Chloe, she’ll have her tongue down the guy’s throat before he makes it to the next stop sign. I’ve always been a bit envious of how unafraid she is, but then again she doesn’t have a father who half the guys in the city are afraid of. Getting laid has never been a problem for her. Me, on the other hand…I’m a hopeless case. She runs her fingers through her hair and then gives it a flirty flip. “Why don’t we drop my friend off and we go somewhere?” This seems to please him, because he smiles. “Hell,
yes. Hop in, girls.” I should fight her on this—accepting rides from strangers is a bad fucking idea—but I know she won’t listen to my reasoning. When Chloe has her mind made up, there’s no stopping her. Chloe opens the door and then flips the latch on the seat, making room for me to hop in the backseat. I take a step toward the car, but the sound of a motorcycle roaring in our direction stops me dead in my tracks. The beautiful, bad-ass biker from the club pulls up behind Greg’s shiny red sports car and stares at me. My heart thunders in my chest as I think about his dirty promise to make me cum and, instantly, I’m turned on. I want to know what being with a man is like. I want to experience sex, because God knows Chloe makes it sound like it’s the best thing on the planet and I’m totally missing out. I bite my lip as I consider hopping on the back of his bike. The smart thing to do would be to get into the car and ride away, but for the first time in my life, I don’t want to do the right thing. I want to be bad. I want to feel wanted. More importantly, I want this man to screw me seven ways ‘til Sunday. I take a step toward the bike, and Chloe says something behind me that sounds like, “Go get ‘em,
tiger!” My feet carry me toward him, feeling determined, and I throw my leg over the bike. My arms wrap around his toned body as I push my boobs against his back and hold on for dear life as we go streaking down the street like a blur.
Chapter Two Cade
I t’s risky bringing her to my place, but it’s the best I can do right now. No one told me the prez of Satan’s Disciples’ daughter was a hot piece of ass. When I was given orders to snatch the girl to hold for ransom, I was expecting a timid eighteen-year-old-soon-to-be college girl. I wasn’t prepared to be tempted to fuck her when I laid eyes on her at the bar tonight. I open the door and usher her inside. She hasn’t spoken a word to me since she hopped on the back of my bike, which is fine, because talking is overrated. I turn the lock to the front door, and she shivers as I stare at her with lust-filled eyes. The confidence she sported at the bar falters a bit, but I suspect that’s to be expected because of her age. I’m not some high-school fucker she typically toys with. We’re here to fuck, and she knows it.
She licks her lips nervously. “Can I use your bathroom?” I tip my head towards my bedroom door. “Use the private bath in there. I’ll get us some drinks.” She nods and then slinks into my bedroom, and I head toward the fridge to grab us a couple beers. Fucking her should be the last thing on my mind, and I’ll probably go to hell for this considering she’s nearly ten years younger than me, but fuck if I don’t care. She wants me, that much was clear back at the bar, and I plan to give it to her. I head into my bedroom, and I’m pleasantly surprised when I find her on my bed wearing one of my T-shirts. I adjust my semi-hard cock in my jeans as my eyes drink in all her smooth, young skin on display. Fuck me. She rolls from her back and onto her side, wrapping her leg around the comforter. The T-shirt she’s wearing rides up, giving me the perfect view of her tight little ass and her bare stomach. A soft moan emits from her as she adjusts her head on her pillow. Long blonde curls trail across her pillow, begging me to fist them while I ride her hard. I’m not a man who denies himself anything. When I
want something, I take it. No matter who it belongs to or what it costs. Laying a finger on this woman could very well cost me my life, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take. The temptation to claim her for my own is far too strong for me to ignore. The feel of her soft skin beneath my calloused hand as I slide it up her leg causes my dick to stand at full attention. The bastard is pulsating inside my jeans and it craves either her mouth or pussy wrapped around it. When I reach her hip and hook my index finger around lacy panties she’s wearing, her eyes widen. Her eyes drift down to my fingers that are still on her hip, but she doesn’t make any movements to pull away from me. Instead, she nibbles on her bottom lip. She likes my touch, which makes me so damn hard a little cum leaks out of the head of my cock. I tug on her white lace panties and she lifts her hips, allowing me to drag them down her thighs. Once they’re in my hand, I bring them to my nose, loving how sweet her cunt smells before I stuff them into my pocket. She turns so she’s positioned on her back, and her
knees drift apart, putting her pussy on display for me. I nod to her shirt, wanting to see all of her. “Show me your tits.” Again, she does exactly as I order, and raises the white T-shirt up, revealing her perky tits and rock hard nipples. I reach between her legs, and slide a finger between her swollen lips to find her hard clit. She rolls her hips, rubbing her nub against me and I’m surprised to find she’s sopping wet. “You’re a horny little slut aren’t you?” She nods. My lips quirk into a small grin as I pull my hand away from her cunt and suck her juices off my finger. She tastes even better than she smells. I can’t remember the last time I’ve wanted to sink my cock into a pussy this much. There’s no sense in trying to fight it. I’m taking her. She’s got me too worked up not to. Stealing her like I originally planned doesn’t seem to be working out. This job was supposed to be quick, but now I plan on making it last all night long.
When I turn around, I find she’s removed her shirt completely and wiggling on the bed. She’s primed and ready to be fucked thoroughly. She’s practically begging for it. This is a nice fucking surprise. Her eyes trail down my body and then find their way back up to my face. “Shouldn’t you be naked too?” Her smoky voice lures me in, and I instantly peel off my riding vest and drop it to the floor before reaching behind me to drag my T-shirt over my head. I kick off my boots and then crawl onto the foot of my bed like the predator I am. I hook her knees over my shoulders and stare up at her while I spread her pussy lips and tongue her clit. She writhes beneath me and I find my hips grinding against the bed, attempting to find some relief for my throbbing cock. She tastes too damn good and I can tell she wants my dick just as much as I want to give it to her. Her fingers knot into my hair as she pants and thrusts her pussy against my mouth. I oblige and suck her clit into my mouth, causing her body to spasm. She cums hard and her sticky cum covers my faces. I lick my lips and then push myself up onto my knees.
My turn. I unbutton and then unzip my pants before shoving them down to my knees. I take my big dick in my hand and stroke it. I rub my thumb over the head of my cock, feeling it slide over the cum that’s leaked out. I stare down at her big tits as I jerk off. I’m going to blow my load all over her creamy stomach if I don’t sink my cock into her soon and I don’t want to do that. When I cum, it will be inside her. She reaches between her legs while she watches me and rubs her clit. Her mouth drops open and I allow myself to enjoy the sight of her getting off while watching me, but I don’t want to give her any control. I grab her wrist, pulling her hand away from her body. “You’ll cum when I allow it. It’s time to get me off.” I tug on my aching balls, and when I do a little cum oozes out. I swipe it off with my thumb then wet her lips with my seed; she licks her lips like it’s the most delicious things she’s ever had. This girl is every fantasy I’ve ever had rolled into one. She’s got a sweet face of an angel but is horny as fuck. When I slip inside her cunt, I know I won’t last long. I’ve been too damn hard for too long.
I hover over her and my cock presses against her wetness, causing her to throw her head back and moan. Damn I’m not even inside her yet and I’m ready to cum like a horny teenage boy. I rock my hips, coating myself in her juices getting her primed and ready for me. I stare into her eyes, wanting her to watch me as I plunge balls deep inside her. In one quick thrust I’m buried inside her and she tenses up the second my cock rips through her barrier. A little squeak of pain escapes her and my body stills. My eyes harden. “You’re a fucking virgin? How is that possible when you were acting like a horny club slut? Virgins don’t beg for the cock like you were doing.” Tears well up in her eyes. “I thought it would be the only way you’d touch me. Every other man is afraid to try anything with me because of who my father is. I don’t want to be a virgin, I want you.” I’m still frozen—my rock-hard cock still buried deep inside her. Fuck. Even I know it’s wrong to be fucking raw in an untouched pussy. Taking her will have far more
consequences than I originally thought. All the wrath of Satan’s Disciples will come down on my fucking head once word gets out I stole the cherry from the head of their club’s virgin daughter. “You played me,” I growl. I start to pull out, but she locks her legs around me. “Please,” she begs. “Please. I want it so bad. I knew you’d be good at it. I knew you’d be perfect.” I pull out and then thrust back into her. She moans and I quickly cover her mouth with mine to muffle the sound. The taste of her still lingers as I plunge my tongue into her mouth. She kisses me back and digs her fingers into my hair. Fuck. It’s the tightest cunt I’ve ever sank my dick into and I know I won’t be able to make this good for her because I’m ready to explode. I grab her tit in my hand and squeeze it as I drive my hips against hers. It doesn’t take long for my balls to tighten and I know I’m going to cum soon. I should pull out because I know she’s not on any birth control, but right now, I don’t give a fuck if she gets pregnant. This pussy is too perfect to allow another man to
cum inside it other than me. I took her cherry, and now whether she knows it or not, she’s my property. “I’m going to cum in your pussy,” I tell her. It’s not a request, but an order. This seems to excite her, because she gets even wetter. “You like that, don’t you? You want me to fill you full?” “Yes. Don’t stop.” Her mouth drifts open as she glances down to where our bodies connect. “Play with your pussy while I fuck you. Make yourself cum with me,” I order and she does as I command, wanting my seed to sink in as far as possible. She throws her head back and an orgasm rips through her body just as I cum hard inside her, coating her walls and marking my territory. I know she’ll get pregnant now and the idea of this tight, fertile body expanding to make room for my child causes my cock to twitch inside her, ready for round two. Before the night is through, I’ll make sure this virgin hole is worn out.
Chapter Three Piper
Cum drips down my thighs as my mystery lover pulls out of me. I’m exhausted but extremely satisfied, finally getting fucked like I’ve always dreamt by a man who knows what he’s doing. Flipping me over onto my stomach, he brings me up on all fours and rubs his cock across my ass, smearing his seed all over me. “You look good covered in me.” He grips my ass hard. “Next time, I think I might take this ass.” I turn my head so I can see his face as he steps away from me before grabbing his jeans off the floor. “What makes you think there’s going to be a next time?” He smirks, clearly amused that I’m entertaining the idea of not sleeping with him again. He and I both know it’s going to happen again. And again. It was perfect for both of us, even if he’s too much of a hard-ass to admit how much he loved being inside of me.
I turn around and sit on the bed, studying the man who took my virginity as he gets dressed. He’s ruggedly handsome and has muscles for days. His sandy-blonde hair is a touch on the longer side and a bushy goatee covers his chin, but the thing that draws me in the most about him is his alluring gray eyes. There’s no doubt this man is rough, judging by all the tattoos covering his body and the crest he sports proudly on his kutte, but I can tell there’s more to him than meets the eye—there has got to be. Guys like him don’t just randomly wander into bars alone because they’re looking to get laid. He came was there with a purpose—a mission—and though I want that purpose to be me, I’m not sure I am. He’s a Maverick—apart of a rival club of my father’s— so I know he wasn’t there on a social call. My gaze drops down to the patch on his vest that reads like a nametag. “Cade? Is that your name.” “Yeah.” He sits down next to me so he can tie his boots. I wait for a moment, but when he doesn’t elaborate, I find myself itching for more conversation with him. “Well?” I ask. His eyes slide over to mine as he rights himself after he’s finished with his laces. “Well, what?”
I arch my right eyebrow. “Aren’t you going to ask my name?” “Why? I know exactly who you are, Piper. I was sent to kidnap you to piss your old man off.” My eyes widen, shocked by his admission. “Are you still kidnapping me?” He’s quiet for a moment and then shakes his head. “No.” I’m curious as to why it seems he’s aborted his mission. “What changed your mind?” Cade drags his teeth over his lower lip as his eyes flit down my naked body. “Your pussy. There’s no way I’ll take something that sweet back to my clubhouse. Every one of those assholes will try to get in what’s mine, and I won’t allow it to happen. I’ll kill any motherfucker who touches you. You. Are. Mine.” “Yours?” “Mine.” He leans into me and growls as he reaches over fisting my hair, forcing me to meet his stare head on. “You belong to me. I took your cherry and ain’t no one going to take you from me. No. One. Your pussy belongs to me until I say otherwise.” I swallow hard as my heart skips a beat. I’ve heard
stories from my mom about bikers claiming women. When those guys claim a woman, it’s serious. They don’t mess around when it comes to that shit. My dad claimed my mom, and it wasn’t until he tired of her that he gave her the okay to leave. She took me and moved to another city where I’d be far enough away from Dad in an attempt to have a normal life. I swore a biker would never claim me, but my skin tingles for his touch and my heart thunders in my chest around him. Dad always forbade any man in his club to even breathe in my direction, let alone think about bedding me. He’s going to flip his shit when he gets wind I’m sleeping with a Maverick. Cade is definitely wading into some dangerous waters, but something tells me he already knows and doesn’t give a shit. He crushes his lips to mine and thrusts his tongue inside my mouth, causing me to squirm a bit. Damn if he doesn’t have me turned on again already. He pulls back much too soon, and I frown a bit. I feel like this is goodbye and I’m not ready for that yet. “Get dressed and I’ll take you home.” Cade stands and heads out of the bedroom, leaving
me to sit and wonder if I will ever see my sexy biker again after tonight.
Chapter Four Cade
Lemy flicks his still glowing cigarette to the ground as stands outside the clubhouse. “What the hell took you so long? Frank’s been waiting for you to bring the bitch here.” “Complications came up,” is all I say, not willing to share the complication was my dick as I continue toward him. “Fuck,” Lemy breathes as he runs his hand through his long, greasy hair. “He’s going to be pissed. He needs her for leverage.” I don’t say another word as I push past him and through the front door. I’m not one who typically defies orders. I’m a loyal soldier—one who wants to move up in rank—but this hiccup with Piper can fuck a lot of things up for me if I’m not careful. It’s late, so there’s no one here, but my prez, Frank, who is up waiting along with his right-hand, Del. The burgundy walls make the room dark, but the
light hanging above Frank’s head shines a spotlight on him. He’s covered in tats from fingertips to his neck, and his once dark hair has turned salt and pepper. I’ve known Frank since I was sixteen years old, when he came over to my Grandmother’s house looking for my mom, who had died from a drug overdose when I was five. I guess he felt sorry for me, since I had no one but my alcoholic grandmother who only kept me for welfare money, because he took me under his wing immediately. If it weren’t for Frank, I don’t know where I’d would of ended up. I owe him a lot, which is why it feels wrong to choose Piper over him, but I can’t help myself. There’s just something about her I’m not willing to toss away. The moment Frank spots me he motions me over. Frank’s sitting casually in a high-back chair at the head of the long, wooden table we have club meetings around while Del flanks his side. I don’t bother sitting, because I know better. Frank’s expecting a report, not to hang out. Franks sighs as he stares up at me with his brown, almost black eyes, which are a stark contrast from the gray hair on the top of his head. “What happened?” I square my shoulders. “It wasn’t as easy as I thought to get to the girl.”
“When you cased her place and tracked her, you said it would be a quick in and out to grab her at her house.” It’s not a question; Frank’s just reiterating what I’ve already reported. After checking out the house, I figured it would be an easy job since it was just Piper and her mom living there. Little did I know what a fucking pleasure this job would be—one I don’t plan on handing over to anyone else. I need Frank to drop this shit about grabbing Piper and come up with another plan to get under the skin of Satan’s Disciples. I lift my chin. “She wasn’t there when I broke in.” It’s a bold-face fucking lie, and I have balls of steel to lie to the face of my prez, but I’m also a touch crazy, and willing to do whatever it takes to keep Piper all to myself. Frank tilts his head, and his suspicion weighs down on me. “In all the years you’ve been a part of my club, Cade, you’ve never failed on following through on a job. I have to say I’m disappointed. Maybe you need a couple guys to go back with you and try again tomorrow night.” The muscles in the back of my neck tense. The image of Lemy going with me back to Piper’s house and laying a finger on her pops in my head. If
he touches her, I’ll go fucking ape shit. I have to shut that idea down. “Going back again won’t help. I don’t think she’s been staying there.” Another lie, but I don’t feel a fucking bit guilty for trying to protect what’s mine. “Fuck. From what I’ve been told, she’s still living at her mom’s place. Bad intel, I guess.” Frank scrubs his hand down his face before he glances at his phone. “It’s late. I’m going to bed. We’ll sort this shit out tomorrow.” When he shoves himself up from the table, a slight bit of relief floods me. Piper is still my secret, and I’m going to do my damndest to make sure she stays that way. I get the fuck out of there as quick as I can, not wanting to slip up and be caught in my deceit. My bike rumbles beneath me as I start it up and head toward my apartment. It doesn’t take me long to get there, but when I pull up I notice the lamp in my living room is burning bright. I swing my leg over the seat and glance around and reach into my back pocket. The metal of the switchblade case opens easily as I reveal the blade inside. I’m not big on guns—cops tend to fuck with you more if you have one—but a knife is easier to
explain why you have it and I’m quick and strong. This blade is just as deadly as a bullet. I creep toward my front door, and my heart pounds inside my chest. I never leave my lights on. Someone has been fucking with my shit. I’m tempted to kick the front door in and blast through it, but if there’s no one in there I’ll feel really fucking stupid for being so damn paranoid. I twist the knob, and the door pops open. Oh, fuck. Here we go. The hilt of my knife in my hand, I glance around and then take a cautious step inside ready to gut someone who tries to fuck with me. “Cade? Is that you?” My shoulders sag and my muscle relax a bit when I immediately recognize the voice. Fucking Vanessa. What’s this bitch doing here? I’m not in the mood for her shit. It’s late and I’m exhausted. Give a bitch your cock once, and it makes them fucking crazy. Clingy bitches get under my skin, but I wouldn’t mind Piper clinging to me at all. I flip the case back around the blade and stuff it back into my pocket as I round the corner and head
into my bedroom, stopping to lean against the door frame. Light from the lamp streams in and illuminates my bed, where the leggy redhead lays waiting bare-ass naked for me. She sits up and her small tits jiggle a bit when her eyes land on me. I don’t like her getting her smell all over my sheets. She rubs her right hand across her tit and then tugs at the ring running through her nipple. “Where you been? I’m horny as fuck and need some good dick.” “How’d you get in here? Last time I checked, you didn’t have a key.” I fold my arms across my chest, ignoring the proposition she just made me. She grins and toys with a lock of her hair. “Who cares how I got in? I’m here, naked and ready to suck your cock. Don’t you want me to make you cum?” Typically, an offer like this, I don’t let go waste, but after having Piper, random whore pussy isn’t getting me hard. I reach down to her pile of clothes on the floor and throw them at her. “Get dressed and get the fuck out.” “Fine.” She scowls as she whips her black tank top over her head. “I was getting tired of you anyway.
It’s time for me to move up the rank and stop screwing around with a patch.” “Shut your mouth,” I order and she jumps. Vanessa may be a bitch, but she’s not stupid. She knows better than to push my buttons. When she’s dressed, she heads for the front door and slams it shut behind her—completely pissed at me. “Finally,” I mutter as I drop down onto the couch, exhausted from a night of riding, fucking, and lying. I lean my head back and close my eyes. Visions of Piper naked with her cunt wrapped around my cock pop into my mind. Damn. This girl has me all kinds of fucked up and bordering on obsessed with her. I can’t stop thinking about her, and I’m lying to hide my addiction to her. That’s not like me. Pussy never gets me this strung out. I pull her white lace panties from my pocket and bring them to my nose to inhale her scent. My mouth waters, and even though I’m exhausted, my cock stirs in my jeans. Thinking about fucking her makes me horny as hell. I unbutton and unzip my jeans, sliding them down my hips, allowing my cock to spring free. Cum oozes out of the head and I rub it down my shaft as
I jerk off. Piper’s scent on her panties reminds me how good it felt buried in her untouched cunt. The taste of her now gone from my lips, I desperately press my tongue into the crotch of her dirty panties, seeking to experience it again. Every muscle in my body clenches and before I cum, I shove the panties down to the head of my cock, and squirt my seed into them. “Fuck, yes,” I moan as I come down from my climax. This girl doesn’t know it yet, but she fucking owns me, just as much as I own her.
Chapter Five Piper
A round noon, I find myself alone at home, packing for my first year of college. Every time I move or twist, I’m reminded of what happened last night with one sexy-as-sin biker. My mind hasn’t drifted far from Cade today. There’s so much I don’t know about him, yet I’m well versed in every chiseled muscle in his body. I never imagined my first time to be with a random stranger—a man whose last name I don’t even know—but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Cade made me feel sexy and wanted, like he was taking me no matter what. Guys in my high school who began sniffing around in my direction were quickly shut down once my dad got wind of it and sent one of his flunkies to rough the guy up a bit. I was off limits, but Cade didn’t seem like he gave a shit about my dad’s rules. “Earth to Piper,” Chloe complains on the other end of the line. “We’re you listening?”
I shake the thoughts of my night with Cade out of my mind. “Yeah, sorry. I was just—” “Thinking about Sexy Biker again?” She giggles as she cuts me off and then playfully sniffs. “You made me proud by slutting around. How does it feel to finally be a woman?” I shake my head and suddenly regret telling her about how I lost my virginity at Cade’s apartment last night. It’s not like I could’ve kept it a secret. She did witness me ride off with him on his bike. “It’s hard not to think about him,” I admit. “Being with him last night was amazing.” “You always remember your first, and you hit the jackpot in that department. At least you had someone experienced who knew what in the hell he was doing. I gave my V-card up in the tenth grade to a junior football player who barely knew which hole to stick it in. I was an idiot. I should’ve made it with an older guy, like you did.” “At least you knew who Tommy Martin was. All I know about the man I had sex with is his name, and to tell you the truth I’m not even sure if Cade is his first or last name.” “Are you seeing him again?” she asks. “Maybe you’ll get some details then.”
I shrug even through I know she can’t see me. “I’m not sure. We didn’t exactly exchange phone numbers. It was more like he dropped me off and said thanks for the good time.” “Guys can be jerks sometimes. You just have to try and forget him and move on. There’s going to be plenty of available guys in college once you get there, and they won’t have a clue about who your father is.” I readjust the ponytail that’s high on my head and shove my glasses back up my nose after zipping up the suitcase. “I’m so looking forward to getting out of this place. I won’t miss anything about this town, other than you.” “Awe, and I’ll miss you too,” Chloe says and I can tell she’s frowning. She pauses for a beat and then tells me she’s getting a call from Greg and she’ll call me back later. A little tinge of jealously passes through me, because I wish Cade would call me too, but I know that’s not going to happen. He never even asked for my number. I drag my suitcase to the floor and then throw my hands on my hips as I glance around the room. There’s so much stuff in here, but none of it is coming with me. I want to start over—a clean
break from this place. Taking mementos will just remind me of a past I want nothing more than to forget about. The distinct sound of a motorcycle roaring down my quiet suburban street catches my attention and my heart flutters in my chest. My feet fly to my bedroom window in time for me to watch Cade park his bike in front of my place. He switches off the engine and swings his muscular, jean-covered leg over the bike and then heads toward my front door. Giddy with the idea of seeing him again, I race through the house and fling open the front door. A lazy grin pulls across Cade’s face when he spots me, and continues my way with his slow swagger gait. He shoves his blonde hair behind his ear before he steps up onto my porch and pulls me toward him without permission. His mouth devours mine and I melt into him, allowing my fingers to slide down the corded muscles in his arms. He fists my hair as he turns us around and backs us into the house, kicking the door shut behind us. Cade lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him as he pushes me against the door. I squirm against his rough jeans—the bulge in his pants pushing against my pussy through my thin shorts and panties.
Instantly, I’m wet and ready for him. I shove my hands into his hair while our tongues swirl around together, craving his body. His hand slide up my shirt and then kneads my breast. “Show me see your tits. I’ve been thinking about them and your pussy all Goddamn day.” The admission that he’s been thinking about me causes butterflies to go crazy in my belly. It’s nice to know I’ve been on his mind. Guys like Cade aren’t easily captivated. He sets me down, and when my feet hit the floor, I comply with his order. I peel my shirt off my body and he bites his plump bottom lip as he stares at my naked flesh. His gaze flicks down to the tiny shorts I’m wearing and then he drops to his knees and yanks my shorts and underwear down my hips. He hitches my left leg over his shoulder and spreads my lips apart before he dives in, giving my clit thorough attention. I fall back against the door and my hands find their way into the thick, blonde hair on his head. “Oh, God.” My mouth drops open and it doesn’t take long before a tingle races down my spine. I grind against his tongue as I cum and scream out his name.
Cade licks his way up my body, stopping to suck each of my nipples into mouth. When he makes it to my neck, he sucks hard, no doubt purposely leaving a mark. His mouth claims mine and I taste myself. I moan as his tongue sweeps into my mouth and he peels off his riding jacket before yanking his belt open to get to the button on his jeans. My hands slide under his shirt as my fingertips trace the contours of his toned abs. This man is so damn sexy, I can hardly stand it. Everything about him turns me on. I lift his shirt, wanting to feel his skin on mine. Cade complies and drags it over his head. Just as Cade licked his way up my body, I lick my way down. When I’m on my knees before him, he watches me as I work his jeans down his hips. His cock springs free and I lick my lips in anticipation before I pop the head into my mouth. I go to work taking in as much of him as I can, trying to mimic everything I’ve seen women in porn do since I’ve never done this before. His skin is salty, but I love the way it tastes. “Fuck, yes,” Cade says in a husky voice. “Suck it.” He leans his head back and closes his eyes as I work him, using my hand to follow behind my mouth. A few drops of cum leaks onto my tongue
and I moan around his cock at the taste of him. Cade pulls back. “Not now, baby. You can taste it later. I’m cumming inside your pussy.” He grabs my hand, helping me up from the floor before he turns us around and leans me over the couch in our living room. The tip of his cock slides against my wet folds a few times before he slips inside of me. “Fuck. You’re so tight.” He thrusts his hips, sinking in balls deep. “Goddamn.” He pulls back and thrusts in again, causing me to moan as I stretch around him. This seems to excite him, because he pulls out quickly and then does it again and again until he’s going so fast that his balls smack my clit every time he’s all the way inside me. Within minutes, a familiar tingle spreads through every inch of my body and I clench my muscles tight. “Oh, Cade. Oh, God,” I scream out. His fingers tighten in my flesh as he grips my hips tighter. “That’s it, baby.” An orgasm rips through me and I grip the couch. “Ah, shit,” Cade sucks in a quick breath between his teeth before a primal growl erupts from his
mouth as he cums inside me. “Fuck, yeah. Milk me dry.” He stills inside me before he pulls out. I begin to stand up but Cade places a strong hand on my back, keeping me bent over in front of him. “Not yet.” I’m about to ask why, but I feel him slip back inside me. “Keep that shit in there. I want you pregnant—everyone will know you’re mine.” My eyes widen at his words. Pregnant? I know it’s a naïve of me to admit this, but the thought of getting pregnant never crossed my mind. The desperation of losing my virginity blinded me last night to use birth control. I should be scared out of my mind, but I’m not. The idea of having Cade’s baby excites me. Cade pulls out of me and then pulls up his pants. When he bends over to pick his shirt up off the floor, he tosses my shirt and shorts to me. Once he’s dressed, he heads for the front door without saying a word, which pisses me off. “You’re not staying?” My words catch him off guard, and he turns to face me. He shoves his hair back away from his face. “I’ve
got shit to do.” My brow furrows. “I’m not some random club whore you can use anytime you get horny, Cade. If this is going to keep happening, I’m going to need more from you. You can’t just walk in here, talking about how much you’ve missed me and want to knock me up, and then walk out like I mean nothing to you.” His lips pull into a tight line. “What do you expect me to do, Piper? I can’t just hang out in the open with the Satan’s Disciples prez’s daughter—no matter how fucking fantastic her pussy is. What we have has to stay on the low. No one can know about this. Being with you can get me killed.” “You don’t seem to care about that fact when your dick’s hard.” I counter as I fold my arms across my chest. The muscle in his jaw flexes. “You’re right. Fucking you has my brain twisted. I want things with you I shouldn’t. There’s no way The Mavericks will forgive this treason, and your father will fucking gut me like a fish if he finds out, yet I couldn’t stop myself from getting on my bike and riding here. How fucked up is that?” More than anything I want to walk over to him and wrap my arms around him and tell him that was the
sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me, but I hold back. He’s right. This is a relationship that should’ve never happened. My father’s club and the Mavericks have been at war over territory for a long time. There’s no way Cade and I will ever work. People around us will never allow it. I don’t want him to risk his life to be with me. I hug myself tighter, covering my breasts with my arms. “You should leave.” Half of me expects him to argue with me, and tell me he wants to stay—that we can figure out a way to make this work, but the other half knows it’s not realistic for that to happen. Without another word, he opens the door and storms out and my heart crumbles in my chest.
Chapter Six Cade
I ’m so fucking stupid. How did I get myself in this situation? The first night I fucked Piper, all I could think about was her pussy and what it would feel like around my cock. I never expected her to be a virgin and have a magical pussy I’d be willing to risk dying to have. Going back to see her for a second round was stupid. I’d convinced myself if I could have her cunt one more time, I would get over the idea I’m the only man to have ever had it. It didn’t work. Having her again only makes me want her more. Tasting her cum against my tongue is something I’ll never get enough of. I pull into the parking lot of the clubhouse and park my bike. Every member of the organization looks to be here. Seems this meeting called a few hours ago is serious business. Lemy’s sitting by the entrance with his feet kicked up against a stack of skids. He nods at me as I
approach. “What’s up, man? Heard you had a rough night.” My body stills and I swallow hard. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. Panic washes through me. Did Frank find out I lied to him about Piper? Is that what this meeting is about? I square my shoulders and do my best to keep my face emotionless. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Lemy chuckles. “Vanessa is telling everyone you couldn’t get it up last night.” For a split second I’m relieved Piper is still my secret and I’m not walking into my death, but in the next moment, I’m pissed beyond fucking belief. I can’t believe that bitch is running her mouth about me. I shake my head. “Fuck that bitch. She’s just pissed because I threw her out of my place.” Lemy’s eyes widen. “Why the hell did you throw her out? She’s the best lay around…or so I’ve heard.”
Lemy’s just a pledge, so Vanessa won’t give him the time of day. That bitch only fucks cocks that matter. I shrug as I walk past him to the door. “Her pussy ain’t shit. I’ve had better.” Much, much better. I’ve had tight, virgin pussy, and after having Piper, I can’t imagine getting hard for a cunt as open as Vanessa’s. Being balls deep in Piper’s pussy isn’t like anything else I’ve ever experienced, and as bad as I want it again, I have to stay away. Tight cunt isn’t worth dying for, is it? Yes, it is. I startle myself even allowing the thought to creep into my brain. It’s just pussy for fuck’s sake. I’m going to have to force myself to forget about Piper and her sweet, innocent face. I’m going to have to forget how fucking rock hard she makes me and how good her plump lips felt wrapped around my cock. And I’m definitely going to have to forget about her having my baby, but that’s going to be impossible if I’ve already knocked her up. If she does have my baby in her belly, that makes her my family, and family is something worth dying for. A real family is something I’ve always wanted, but
never had. It’s what led me to joining Frank’s club when he extended the invitation. Voices rumble all around me as I walk inside. There’s always excitement in the air when everyone’s together. It means something big is about to go down. A few heads nod in my direction as I make my way through the crowd. I haven’t exactly earned a spot at the table yet for these meetings, but I’ve been working on it by doing everything Frank’s ever asked of me. I’ve never disobeyed or failed at anything…until it came to kidnapping Piper. Frank takes his seat at the head of the table. “All right. Everybody shut the fuck up. It’s time to get down to business.” The room grows silent and every head is fixated on our prez. “I called this meeting because I’ve caught wind of when Satan’s Disciples next shipment is going to be. We’re going to intercept it, but it’s going to take all of us. It’s time we pay those motherfuckers back for encroaching on our territory.” Heads nod in agreement and mumbles of yeah bounce around the room, but I stand there emotionless as Frank launches into details.
Normally, I wouldn’t bat an eye over the idea of going to war with another club, but I’ve never been banging pussy associated with another club before. This complicates everything, but I don’t know if it’s in me to stay away from Piper. As much as I shouldn’t, I still want her. The thought of anyone getting to touch her pink pussy other than me makes me see red. I’ll kill any man who tries to take what’s mine, and if that means going against my club, then so-fucking-be-it.
Chapter Seven Piper
T he burger and fries look just as fantastic as ever when I set the plate in front of Landon, a cute car salesman from across the street. He’s a repeat customer who’s been coming in every day on his lunch break for the last two weeks. “Anything else I can get you?” Landon peers up at me with his big brown eyes and smiles. “Looks great, Piper. Thank you.” His eyes linger on me a little too long for our exchange to be purely innocent. Each day Landon has gotten a little friendlier with me when he comes into the diner. I can tell he likes me, and for a while, I thought he might be a good man to offer my V card up to since he doesn’t seem to know anything about me or my father. But that thought flew out of my head the second Cade stepped foot into my life a few nights ago. I have no idea where Cade and I stand at this point. It’s been over a week since I’ve seen him, and I
know I should move on, but I can’t get him out of my mind. I’m afraid he’s ruined me for all other men. Men like Cade don’t commit. It was silly of me to entertain the idea that I may be special to him. I busy myself with wiping down the counters. I’m going to miss this job when I head off to college. I’ve worked at Moe’s Café since I was fifteen to earn money to save up for college, because I refuse to take my dad’s dirty money to pay for it. I have no clue what I want to go to school for yet. I just know I want some freedom. I want to live life away from under the thumbs of my parents. It’s time for me to assert a little independence and moving far away from everyone I know is a good start. Once Landon’s plate is clean, I walk over and lay his bill face down for him. Landon places his hand on top of mine and smiles. “Piper, I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime?” I bite my bottom lip as I consider his offer. Landon seems tame, and definitely more my speed, but my body doesn’t come alive when I’m near him. Like I said, I think Cade has ruined me for all men. “I don’t know, Landon…” my voice trails off as I
pull away from him. “I’m leaving for school in a week and I—” The rumble of a motorcycle outside the restaurant immediately stops my train of thought. Cade pulls his bike out front and parks near the curb. My heart does a double thump and I can’t stop the grin from spreading across my face. I should be pissed beyond belief with how he left me before, but the excitement of seeing him outweighs my anger. Cade shoves dark sunglasses on the top of his head as he heads toward the front door. Landon turns and his eyes follow my gaze, where we both watch Cade step inside. Cade is beautiful. Rough and rugged isn’t everyone’s type, but no sane woman would ever argue he’s not amazing to look at. His dark blue jeans hug the thick muscles in his legs, while his white T-shirt beneath his black leather riding vest shows off the curve of his biceps. Cade is definitely sex on a stick. Cade strolls over to the counter with his heavy black boots moving swiftly across the floor. “Piper…” Hearing my name roll off his tongue causes my toes to curl, but my mind is racing ninety miles an hour.
“What are you doing here?” “I’m here to get you. Let’s go,” he orders without any more of an explanation. I stare at him in disbelief. “I can’t just up and leave here. I have to finish my shift.” The muscle in Cade’s jaw flexes. “Now’s not the time to play games. We have to leave. Now.” Things escalate quickly from that point. Cade reaches for my wrist, but Landon seizes that as some sort of opportunity to be a hero and stands up. Cade’s eyes narrow at Landon. “Sit the fuck down, preppy, and mind your fucking business.” Landon has bigger balls than I initially gave him credit for. Cade is one hundred percent alpha. Most men wouldn’t dare stand up to him. “I believe the lady doesn’t want to go with you.” Landon’s trying to sound tough, but it’s not hard to see the fear in his wide eyes. Cade’s lips pull into a tight line and he gives his head a little half shake as if to say ‘Your fucking funeral’ before he draws back and lays Landon out cold with one punch to the face. I shriek as Landon falls back to the ground.
Cade grabs my arm and pulls me from behind the counter and toward the door, not giving me any time to check to see if Landon is okay. “You didn’t have to do that!” I shout. It doesn’t faze him as he continues to lead me outside and to his bike. “Motherfucker had it coming. I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” “He didn’t do anything. He was only trying to protect me,” I fire back. “Exactly,” Cade says as he throws his leg over the black and chrome machine and pulls me over to him. “You’re not his business. You’re mine. You have all the fucking protection you need. Now get on.” I should fight him and tell him no, but I don’t want to. I like the idea of being his. It’s a complete turnon to be claimed by Cade. I hop on the bike and the inside of my thighs smash against his hips. My arms wrap around his waist and I press my chest against his back. “Where are we going?” “Some place safe.” It’s the only answer I’m getting from him before he
revs the engine and we head out on the open road.
Chapter Eight Piper
We ride for a few hours until we’re well out of town, bordering the state line, before Cade pulls off into a motel parking lot. The sun is setting and the place looks like a ghost town. The vacancy sign flickers on and off like the bulb is about to burn out, but it fits the run-down look of the place. He parks out front of the office and shuts the bike off before throwing over his shoulder, “Wait here while I get us a room.” Cade hops off the bike and heads inside. I dig my fingers through my blonde curls, trying my best to fix the wind-blown mess I’m sure is on my head. The entire trip here, I’ve been wondering what the hell is going on and why Cade rushed us out of town. Moments later the office door opens and Cade stalks toward me, studying me as I continue to fuss with my hair.
“What?” I ask when his eyes never leave me. His gray eyes slide down my body and then back up to my face. “You’re sexy as fuck on the back of my bike. It’s like you were made to be back there.” Heat instantly floods my cheeks, and he has me blushing like an idiot. “Really?” “Mmm.” He steps up to me and slips his index finger under my chin, tilting my face up to his. His lips press into mine and his tongue slides into my mouth causing a little moan of pleasure to escape me. Cade pulls back before I’m ready and chuckles. “Let’s take this to our room before I say fuck it and take you right here in this parking lot.” I grin as the image of having sex with Cade on his bike filters into my mind. “Would that be so terrible?” “It would be if another man looks at you because I’d be forced to kill him.” My eyes widen and before I can ask if he’s serious, he leans in and bites my bottom lip. “I plan on taking my time with you this round. I’m going to lick every inch of your beautiful body and fuck you ‘til we’re both exhausted and satisfied.” My heart flutters after hearing his dirty promises of pleasure, and I suddenly can’t wait to lock myself
alone in a hotel room with Cade. Cade hops back onto the bike and fires it up, pulling us around to the back side of the place. He parks and then takes a quick look around before parking and killing the engine. There’s not another car in sight and we’re hidden from the view of the highway. When he hops off and then extends a hand to help me down I raise an eyebrow, still clueless as to why we’re in the middle of nowhere. “You really wanted to get me all alone, didn’t you?” He wraps his strong, tattooed arms around my waist and pulls me against him. “You alone, naked, in my bed sounds good right about now.” He grinds his pelvis against me and I can feel the hard length beneath his jeans pushing against my belly. “I’m always horny as hell around you. See what you do to me?” “That’s not a bad thing. In fact…” My tongue darts out and runs across my top lip as I reach between us and trace the bulge in his pants with the tip of my finger. “I think it’s a very, very good thing.” Cade cups my face in his hands and crushes his mouth to mine. My fingers thread into his hair and I kiss him back like he’s the air I need to breathe as I cling to him.
When he pulls back I frown, because I’ve not had my fill of him yet, and he chuckles. “Let’s take this inside, where I can strip you down, give you what you need and taste that sweet pussy of yours.” He has such a filthy mouth. I’d be lying if I said the way he talks to me didn’t turn me on. Truth is? I love his dirty talk. Warm fingers thread through mine as he leads me toward the worn red door marked room twentyeight. The key slides into the lock, and he opens the door and pulls me inside with him. Soft glow of the overhead light illuminates the room when Cade hits the switch. I barely have time to take in the layout of the place before Cade’s mouth is on me again. I giggle as he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. Cade lays me down on the bed and crawls on top of me. The full weight of his body presses against mine as he devours my mouth and I rock my hips against his, craving relief only he can give me. “Patience, Piper,” he breathes against my lips. “I’m not rushing this time.” He gazes into my eyes, and for the first time since all of this began, I feel a real connection flowing between us, something more than just sex.
“Why are we here?” I question in a soft whisper. “You said back at the diner we had to go somewhere safe. Who are we running from?” “Your father’s club and mine. My club was coming for you, and I couldn’t let them have you.” Cade swallows hard and pushes back a lock of hair from my face. “You’re mine. Mine to protect. Once my club figures out I took you, they’ll know I’ve fucked them over, and it’s only a matter of time before they come for me. Your old man’s going to want my head on a fucking stick for taking your cherry when he finds out.” Everything makes sense. It’s not safe anywhere near either one of those clubs for us. Not only will my father be hunting for Cade, but he’ll be out to get me too. I betrayed him by sleeping with a rival club member. It’s one thing he won’t forgive. A frown etches into my face as it hits me hard that I’ve completely fucked up my quiet little world. Hot tears slick down the sides of my face and land into the hair pooled around my head. “Baby,” he whispers, concern in his expression evident. “Don’t cry. I’m going to take care of you. We’re in this together.” “Together?” I like the way that sounds.
He nods and then kisses me. This kiss is different from all the rest. It’s tender and isn’t rushed. My heart flutters as I close my eyes and relax. Fears melt from my mind and all I care about is being here with Cade.
Chapter Nine Cade
T ypically, when I fuck, it’s hard and fast because all I want is to get off and move on, but it’s not like that with Piper. I’m hovering over, cock rock hard and ready to pound into her tight pink pussy, and instead of ramming in balls deep, I hold back. My dick slides between her slick folds and every time my head rubs against her clit, she moans a little louder and grows a little wetter. “You like that?” I ask as I work myself against her. “Hmm mmm,” she purrs. I love how much she loves getting fucked by me. It’s the best fucking feeling knowing I’m the only one that’s ever seen her like this and has coated the walls of her pussy. I’m addicted to making her cum. I pick up my pace and Piper reaches down with both hands and squeezes my ass. “Oh, please, Cade, I’m…I’m…”
“I know.” I trace her top lip with my tongue. “Cum for me, baby. Coat my dick with it.” At my command, she lets loose, and screams out my name like I’m the only one who can save her. I take the cue, and plunge inside her. The walls of her pussy spasm around my cock as I pump in and out of her and I watch her face as she rides her wave of orgasm. When she comes down, she’s breathless—her eyes still wild—and she’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I trace her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb. “You ready for round two, baby?” She nods and sucks my thumb into her mouth and my cock jerks inside her. I pull my cock out, but not all the way, and stare down at where we connect. Fucking her raw feels so damn good. I want her pregnant. I want every man in the world to know she’s taken —that my dick is the one that rammed inside her tight cunt and put a baby in her belly. The thought excites me, and I plunge balls deep inside her. “Oh, Cade. Yesss!” She hisses.
I pull out and thrust back in, causing Piper to moan and call out my name. “Mmm. You like that? You love the cock, don’t you?” “Only yours,” she rasps. “That’s right. My dick will be the only one to ever fuck this little pussy.” Hearing her admit she loves me pounding into her causes my balls to tighten. I lick the soft flesh under her ear and then suck on it—not caring if I leave a mark for all to see. The salt on her skin coats my tongue. Every part of her body tastes damn good. The scent of her fruity shampoo and perfume fill my nose, reminding me the woman I’m deep inside is sweet—the sweetest damn thing that’s ever been in my life—and I’m never going to give her up. They’ll have to kill me to take her away from me. Piper’s breathing picks up, and I’m learning her body so well I know it’s a sign she’s close again already. I pump faster into her sweet pussy, searching for my own release. “Cade!” she screams at the same time I release a throat growl. My balls slap against her ass and they tighten before I coat her walls with me. “Oh, fuck!”
I collapse on top of her while both of us try to catch our breath. Sweat slicks our skin and I smooth her hair back from her face and stare into her emerald eyes. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
*** Piper’s deep asleep wrapped in my arms. She murmured something about feeling safe with me before she drifted off and that caught me off guard. I’ve never been anyone’s protector before—never wanted to be—but Piper I’d take a bullet for. She’s so soft and sweet, and only gets dirty for me —something I’ve always wanted in a woman but could never find…until now. My cell buzzes on the nightstand and when I pick it up, the screen lights up with a few unread texts. Frank: Meet up at the club. Got a job for you. Lemy: Where the fuck are you? Frank’s pissed. Get your ass here. Lemy: We got to pick up the girl. I swallow hard when I read that one and see the time stamp was from four hours ago.
Fuck. The girl he’s referring to is currently wrapped up in my arms. It won’t take long for them to put it together that I’m missing and so is she. I’m tempted to wake her and tell her we’ve got to get the hell on the road, but I don’t. We’re far enough out of town to not be found. We’re at the California state line, and my intentions are not to stop riding until Piper and I are on the other side of the country to where we’ll both be safe. I set the phone back on the table and then scrub my hand down my face. I’ve never done anything like this before—betray my club. I’m typically loyal to a fault, but when it comes to Piper, I lose my fucking mind. She’s all that matters to me now.
Chapter Ten Piper
I snuggle closer into the warm, solid chest in front of me, loving the feeling of Cade’s arms around me. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to take his time with me last night. I can’t even count the number of times he made me cum, but there were a lot. Honestly, I don’t even know how he has a hard on right now. I lift my chin and grin at him. “Again?” His beautiful face lights up with a devilish grin. “Your naked body against me makes me horny. My cock is always ready when it comes to you.” I chew on the corner of my lower lip, doing my best to hide my pleased smile. I love that he always wants me, but I want to know more about him. I trace my fingers down his toned chest. “Shouldn’t we talk some? Our relationship can’t be solely about sex—no matter how amazing it may be. If we’re running away together, I want to know what
I’m getting into since I know nothing about you.” He adjusts his head on the pillow. “What is it you want to know about me?” Everything. But I don’t say that out loud. Guys like Cade don’t spill their secrets easily. We’ll need to build up to that point. “For now, how about some basics? Is Cade your real name? What’s your last name? How old are you? Where did you grow up?” He chuckles. “Damn. You a cop?” Heat rushes to my cheeks and it occurs to me it’s one of the first times I’ve ever really heard him laugh. It’s nice. I prop my head up with one hand as I stare down at him. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make it seem like an interrogation. I want to get to know you.” He stares at me and I get lost in his gray eyes. “There’s really not a whole hell of a lot about me that’s interesting. Cade is actually my last name— first name is Kevin and I’m twenty-nine.” He reaches up and traces my jaw with his fingertips. “Now it’s my turn.” I grimace, fully aware it’s my turn in the question hot seat. “What do you want to know?”
“How come you steer clear of your father? Before that first time I met you in the bar, I staked out your place for days and checked out your social media sites. Based on a few posts I found, you seem to hate him.” “I do hate him,” I mutter. “I hate what he stands for and how he treated my mom. He wasn’t a part of the club when he and Mom got together, so things were good between them until he joined the Disciples. After that, he cheated on her and expected her to just put up with it. When she tried to leave him, he threatened to kill her, so she stayed even though she was unhappy because she was scared. When he became president, he started spending all his of time at the clubhouse and told Mom he was tired of her shit and he gave her to his club—made her a whore for guys to use as they saw fit. They took turns raping her, and my father did nothing. It wasn’t until they nearly killed her, did my father decide he would allow Mom to leave and take me with her. I refused to have anything to do with him ever again. He’s an evil man.” “So you let me take your cherry to get back at him? Was that why you let me fuck you?” I shake my head. “He had nothing to do with why I let you have me. The moment I saw you, I knew you were the one.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Why was that?” “I knew you wouldn’t be afraid of my father,” I confess. “If you had the balls to talk to me the way you did, then I knew he wouldn’t scare you. That’s the kind of man I want to be with. Someone who will make me feel safe from everything bad in this fucked up world.” “I’ll protect you forever, Piper. You’re mine. Ain’t nobody going to take you away from me.” When he says possessive caveman things like that, butterflies flutter all around my belly. I never understood why women liked to be claimed by a man before, until I met Cade. It’s a complete fucking turn on to know he would take the whole world on for me if I needed him to. I lean in and press my lips to his, needing to be close to him. He obliges and sweeps his tongue in my mouth before he rolls me on to my back. His cock slides inside me I moan and get lost in Cade once again.
***
A fter we finish showering together, I frown when I step back into the room wearing nothing but a towel. Cade wraps a towel around his waist, beads of water peppering his chest as he struts out of the bathroom looking like a Greek God. He takes in my face and stops dead in his tracks. “What’s wrong?” I pick up the uniform I wear at the diner and rub my thumbs over the course material. “I don’t have any clean clothes.” He slides his finger under my chin and our eyes meet. “Looks like it’s time to take my girl shopping.” I could argue with him, but when a man like Cade offers to do something nice, you accept it. He’s not the kind of guy who looks like he accepts no for an answer. I nod and he kisses me gently. Once we’re dressed, we head out to the bike to the freeway, where we ride until we come to an exit with a large mall. Cade pulls into the parking lot and cuts the engine. “We should be able to find everything you need here.” He takes my hand and leads me through the parking lot and into the entrance of the building. The
moment we’re inside, it seems every head in the vicinity turns in our direction. I’m sure we’re a sight to see together—me in my uniform and Cade looking like his bad-ass self. Women bite their lower lip as Cade passes by, and I resist the urge give them a smug smile because I’m the one who’s with him. Not them. We cross a lingerie shop, and Cade leads me inside. “Get whatever you want.” I stare up at him wide-eyed, unsure of what to get because I’ve never bought underwear knowing I’ll be wearing it for a specific man before. I glance around the store, and my eyes land on a garter belt. The corner of his mouth turns up when he catches me looking at the garment. “Get it. You can wear it for me later.” He leans in and whispers in my ear, “And I’ll take it off with my teeth.” A tingle rushes down my spine, and suddenly I’m excited. What else I can get in here to have him take off of me later? Cade pats my ass. “Go on. The sooner we get what you need, the sooner we can find another hotel.” We spend the next couple of hours buying all the essentials I’ll need for a life on the road with Cade. Once I have everything I need, and we’ve packed it
all in a backpack and the saddlebags on his bike, we’re back on the road. It doesn’t take long for us to cross out of California and into Nevada. A sign for Vegas sits on the side of the road as we ride by, and I say, “Vegas isn’t far. Maybe we should take a detour and get married.” I expect him to laugh at my joke, but he doesn’t. Instead, he cranks his wrist, revving the engine, and takes the exit going North. It seems I’ve just proposed to my sexy biker, and he’s accepted, which causes my stomach to flip with excitement.
Chapter Eleven Cade
T he engine roars and the sound echoes off the concrete walls of the casinos as we roll down the strip. For the past few hours since Piper mentioned getting married, all I could think about was making her officially mine. I didn’t ever picture myself with one woman for the rest of my life, but Piper’s changed all that. She makes me want to have a family, which is something I’ve never had, but always wanted. The light changes to red, so I bring the bike to a stop and then cover Piper’s hands with one of mine. I take in our surroundings, and when I spot a sign for a drive-thru wedding service, I point to it. “That okay?” She rests her chin on my shoulder. “Yes. It’s perfect.” Warmth spreads across my chest and I feel content. It’s crazy to think the most at peace I’ve ever felt in my life is a time when my head is on the fucking
chopping block, but it is. Piper makes me happy, and I don’t give a damn about anything else now but her. The light turns green and I crank the gas and then pull into the chapel lot. The window opens and a gray-haired man wearing a pressed suit with a bright green tie that matches his eyes greets us. “How may I be of service this afternoon?” “We want to get married,” Piper answers as she clings to me. The man smiles at her. “Absolutely, young, lady. May I see your marriage license?” “You don’t give those out here?” I ask, because from what I’ve seen on television, you just show up at the chapel and get married. I never saw a thing about getting shit ahead of time. He points back to the direction we just came from. “The court house where you get the license is about twelve blocks that way. Here.” He hands me a piece of paper with directions and an address. “Go pick up a license, and I can marry you within the hour.” I take the paper from him and nod. “We’ll be back.” It doesn’t take us long to get to the courthouse, and
luckily we’ve arrived during business hours. The overweight security guard keeps his cold gaze fixed on me as we pass through the lobby and into the office marked licenses. A middle-aged, red-headed woman greets us when we step through the door. Her curly hair is pulled up into a high ponytail and a pen is stuck into the mess of hair on top of her head. Her bright red lips curve into a knowing grin. “Something tells me the two of you aren’t here for fishing licenses. Am I right?” Piper clings to my arm while her fingers are threaded through mine. “Yes, ma’am. We want to get married.” Hearing her assert what she wants for the second time to a stranger, warms my heart. It lets me know she’s serious about this, and it’s something she wants as much as I do. She wants to be mine, just as I want to always have her for my own. The receptionist nods. “All righty. I’ll just need to see some identification from the both of you and I’ll get the paperwork started.” I fish my wallet out of my back pocket and pull out my driver’s license. Piper reaches into her apron pocket and grabs her phone, which has a place in
the case for her ID and credit cards. We hand the cards over and the woman smiles. “I’ll have this ready in a jiff and have you two on your way.” We anxiously wait on the paperwork to be complete, and the moment feels fucking surreal. I’m about to get married to the most perfect girl on the planet. Is this real life? I turn my eyes to Piper’s face. She’s beaming as she stares up at me, and all seems right in the world with her smiling at me like that. Nothing else matters but being with her. The fact both clubs will want my blood spilt once it’s discovered I’m with Piper, doesn’t even matter to me as much. Finally, the woman hands us the documents and I pull cash out of my wallet to pay. “I see a lot of couples walk through this door, and I have to say the two of you seem really happy,” the woman says. “You two take good care of one another, and congratulations.” I wrap my arm around Piper’s shoulders, knowing this woman has no idea I’m willing to protect this woman at all costs, even with my very life.
Chapter Twelve Piper
My gaze glances down to the jeans and t-shirt I’m wearing and I frown. Cade instantly notices and slides his finger under my chin, tipping my face up to his. “What’s with the frown? Having second thoughts about being my wife?” I shake my head. “Absolutely not.” “Then what is it?” There’s concern in his eyes and it fills my heart with warmth. I sigh. “It’s silly, really.” “Tell me,” he prods. “I want you to always be happy, and I’ll do anything to make that happen for you.” “I always pictured myself getting married in a white dress,” I admit, and when Cade doesn’t say anything, I begin to regret saying anything. “Forget it. I told you it was silly.”
I try to turn away, but Cade doesn’t allow me. He holds me in place so he can stare into my eyes. “Done,” he says coolly. “Now get that sexy ass of yours on the back of my bike so I can take you to a dress shop.” A smile breaks out over my face, and Cade kisses my lips. Cade leads me to the bike and I happily follow along, walking on cloud nine. After a quick search on the internet, I find a shop that rents dresses, which is perfect because Lord knows I can’t carry a bunch of things with me on the bike. It’s hard enough toting around the couple of outfits I bought at the mall. We cruise down the streets of Vegas, and when we pull up out front of the building, Cade cuts the motor. I throw my arms around his neck from behind as I stretch up on my tops and place a kiss on the cheek. “Stay here, please. I don’t want you to see me until I pick one and put it on.” He turns a bit so he can face me as I hop off the bike. “Okay, but here—” he fishes his wallet out of the pocket of his jeans. “Take some money in with you so you can pay in cash.” My lips twist as the money slides into my hands.
“All right. I may be a bit, so if you want to drive around—” “I’ll be waiting right here. Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.” I give him one last kiss before I head inside alone. There are beautiful gowns ranging from evening wear to every type of wedding gown you can think of. I walk slowly across the peach carpet, running the tips of my fingers along the silky material of the dresses. “See anything you like?” A warm voice calls from behind me. I turn to find a tall, thin Asian man wearing dark eyeliner, lavender eye shadow, and a dazzling smile. He’s wearing a dark purple dress shirt, which matches his makeup, and a silver blazer left unbuttoned, making him appear stylish yet casual at the same time. I bite my lip nervously. “Um, I’m looking to rent a wedding dress.” He clasps his hands together and holds them close to his heart. “How exciting. I love elopements. My name is Ken and I’d be happy to help you. Tell me, gorgeous, are you looking for a long or short dress?”
My mind flashes to being on the back of Cade’s bike and how difficult managing a long dress might be. “Short. Definitely, short.” He twists his lips as he looks me up and down. “I’ve got the perfect dress for you. Size four, right? Come with me.” I follow behind him, amazed. “How’d you know what size I am?” He chuckles as he leads me over to a rack of short, white and cream dresses. “I’m very good at my job.” He shoves his hands between some of the dresses, pushing them apart as if he’s looking for the dress he has in mind. “Ah, here we go. How about this one?” Hanging on the rack is a beautiful dress with lace cap sleeves that flares out into a perfect bell just above the knee while a black ribbon cinches in the middle. I couldn’t have picked a better one if I’d searched for months for the perfect gown. He plucks it off the rack and holds it up for my inspection. “What do you think?” My fingers trail down the fabric. “It’s amazing.” He smiles. “I knew you’d like it. The dressing room is right over there.”
Once he sets me up inside the dressing room, he leaves me to it. The dress fits perfectly, which is mind-blowing that it doesn’t need any alterations. I stare at myself in the mirror, and can’t believe I’m about to become a married woman. “Let me see. I’m dying out here,” he says from the other side of the curtain. I turn and shove the drape aside, and the moment he spots me he gasps and clutches his chest. “Oh, it’s breathtaking. This is the dress. Do you love it?” I smooth the fabric down and nod. “I really do. I can’t wait to get married in this.” “When is the big day?” I grin. “Today. I just didn’t want to get married in jeans and a T-shirt.” He raises his eyebrows. “In that case let’s do your hair and do your makeup. Give you the entire wedding package.” “Okay,” I agree. And that’s all it takes for him to whisk me into another part of the store, where a vanity is set up. He drapes me in a plastic cape to protect my dress and goes straight to work styling my hair into a fancy up-do before he moves on to my makeup.
When I glance at my phone, I feel guilty for leaving Cade sitting on the curb waiting an hour and a half on me by the time everything is finished. Ken spins me around in the chair so I can look at myself in the mirror. “All finished, gorgeous. What do you think?” “Wow,” is all I can manage to say in a small whisper. “I’ve never looked so grown up before.” He puts his hands on my shoulders. “You’re a beautiful woman. Your future husband is a very lucky man.” I smile. “Thank you.” “No need to thank me, it’s true. And it’s been an absolute pleasure helping you. If that’s all you need, let’s head up front and we can settle the bill.” I follow him to the register, and Ken hands me a bag with the clothes I came in wearing. He types my basic information into the computer after I hand him my driver’s license. “Okay, Miss Piper, your total for the hair, make up, shoes and dress, including dress deposit that you’ll be refunded for once the dress is returned, undamaged, is four hundred and seventy-five dollars and thirty-two cents.” I take out the cash Cade handed me, and see that
he only gave me four hundred dollars. I hand that to Ken, and then pull out my debit card. “Can you use this for the rest? I’m trying to conserve money.” “Certainly,” he says as he swipes my card and prints out a receipt. “Sign my copy of the receipt, and then sign my paperwork stating you will return the dress undamaged, and if you don’t, you’re aware your one-hundred-dollar deposit will not be returned.” I sign the documents without a second thought, and when I’ve finished, Ken steps around the counter to walk me to the door. “Congratulations. I hope your day is very special.” He pauses for a moment. “If you’re looking to save money and need a hotel in town, don’t stay on the strip. There’s a motel right off the highway called Lucky Diamond that’s pretty nice and a lot cheaper than most places to stay around here. Plus, your man out there can park his bike right outside your door.” “Awesome. Thank you for that, and thank you again for everything else.” I thank him again as I pass through the door and step outside. “No, problem.” The moment my feet land on the sidewalk, Cade’s head turns in my direction. His mouth drops open
as he drinks me in. He pushes himself away from his bike and heads my way with hunger in his eyes. When he’s close enough, he wraps his arms around my waist and I throw my arms around his neck as he hoists me into the air so he can kiss my lips. “Damn, baby. I knew you were sexy as hell, but this dress…” he growls as he presses his lips against mine. “I can’t wait to tear it off of you.” “Don’t do that,” I tease. “I won’t get the deposit back if it’s damaged.” “You’re keeping the dress, then, because the minute we’re alone you’re getting it.” I laugh as he peppers my throat with soft kisses. “Don’t get carried away yet. We still need to make it official.” “I can’t wait to make that happen. I love you, Piper.” I stare into his eyes, and my heart clenches. There’s sincerity in his eyes and I know he means what he’s saying. It makes me feel safe saying it in return to him. “I love you, too.” My admission causes the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. He’s happy, and I’m happy that he’s happy.
He pulls back and nods. “Let’s go give you my last name.” Cade sets me on my feet and then threads his fingers through mine, pulling me behind him toward his bike. This is it. I’m officially going to be his.
Chapter Thirteen Cade
I ’m tempted to send my bike screaming down the street back to the wedding chapel, but I resist. The second I saw my future wife in that short little white dress, my dick got hard and she became a Christmas package I couldn’t wait to unwrap. I can’t wait to get her sexy ass alone. I’m going to fuck her seven ways ‘til Sunday, and she’s going to love every fucking minute of it just as much as I will. Piper has the power to make me weak in the knees, and she’s the only woman who’s ever taken my breath away. I can’t wait to make her my wife, making her mine forever. We roar back through the wedding chapel drivethru, and the same guy we saw earlier is still there. “Ah, you’re back. Ready to make it official?” I pull out the license from my back pocket and hand it to him. He scans it over and then places it to the side. “All right, now that’s out of the way, which package do you want? The quick ceremony? Your
own vows ceremony? Or the deluxe?” I open my mouth to answer, but my girl beats me to it, picking the one I had in mind. “The quick one,” Piper says and then snuggles into my back. “We’ve got places to be.” The thought of getting her out of that dress flashes through my mind again, and it makes my cock twitch in my jeans. The man smiles. “Excellent choice. Shall we begin?” “Yeah,” I say as I push myself up off the bike and then help Piper off the bike. She stares at me with a quizzical expression and I tell her, “I want to look at your face when I commit myself to you. I want you to look into my eyes, and know I mean every fucking promise I’m about to make to you.” She smiles at me, and I swear her entire face lights up like she’s a goddman angel. She’s happy. It’s easy to see it because it’s written all over her face. I hope she knows she’s making me the happiest man on the fucking planet right now. I take her small hands in mine, and my heart pounds in my chest. “Lovely,” The man says from the window. “Kevin,
you repeat after me…” I do as he asks, and before I know it, I’ve said my vows, and now Piper is pledging hers to me. “Do you have rings?” the man asks, and we both shake our heads. This wasn’t the most exactly thought out plan since it was spur of the moment. “For an extra one hundred dollars, I can provide you with simple gold bands. Would you be interested?” “Yes,” I reply instantly. “I need every man that looks her way to know she’s taken.” “Agreed,” Piper chimes in. “Not just for me, though, but for women to know the same about him.” The man nods and grabs a box from under the counter and quickly fits us for rings before continuing the ceremony. Piper and I exchange rings, sliding them onto each other’s ring fingers. “You may now kiss your bride,” the man says. I wrap my arms around Piper, and pull her tight against my chest before I kiss my wife deeply. Her
fingers thread through my hair and when a little moan emits from her throat, I pull back, knowing if I don’t I’ll lose control and be tempted to fuck her right here on my bike. The man clears his throat. “That’ll be one hundred and forty, plus tax.” I hand over the cash, and he hands me a receipt and our paperwork. “Congratulations. I wish the two of you a long, and happy life together.” I stuff the papers into my back pocket, and then Piper and I hop onto my bike, ready for the honeymoon.
Chapter Fourteen Piper
I can’t believe it. I’m officially Cade’s wife—Mrs. Kevin Cade. I keep repeating my new name, Piper Cade, over and over in my mind, and I smile. Stopped at a red light, Cade turns to say, “We’ll have to stay off the strip since you’re not twentyone.” “Back at the dress shop they recommended the Lucky Diamond motel.” He nods and when the light turns green, he pulls off into a parking lot, takes out his phone and searches for directions. Once he gets them, we’re back out on the road. It takes less than ten minutes to get there, and Cade wastes no time going in to get the room. He grins at me as he dangles the key from his fingers in front of me. “Let the honeymoon begin.” I laugh, loving his excitement and this playful side
of him. The longer I’m with Cade, the more of his tough persona seems to melt away to reveal a sweet and considerate man I’m happy to spend the rest of my life with. I reach for the key, and when it’s in my grasp, he leans in and kisses me. “Come on. It’s time for me to tear that dress off that beautiful body with my teeth.” His wicked words instantly cause my panties to get wet and I squirm with anticipation. Tonight I have no doubt he’s about to rock my world. Cade hops back on the bike and then parks us in front of our room. The moment I step off the bike Cade hoists me up into his arms, causing me to giggle. “Cade.” He smiles down at me while he walks us toward the door. “Figured we could at least do one traditional thing.” I bite my lip as I stare up at him. “Who knew you were so romantic.” “Only with you, babe. I’ve never ever cared enough about anyone else to show this side of myself to.”
I trace his chin with the tips of my fingers. “Knowing that only makes me love you more.” His warm, plump lips press against mine. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved, Piper, and I meant those vows we said. I’ll protect you, always.” Warmth fills my entire body and I know marrying Cade was the best decision I’ve ever made. This man, my husband, doesn’t know it, but he has my complete heart. What we have has been fast and intense, but it’s one hundred percent real. I love this man. He is my forever. I unlock the motel room door, but Cade still refuses to put me down. He carries me across the threshold and then kicks the door closed behind us. “Now that I have you all alone, Mrs. Cade, think I’ll make good on that promise to rip this dress from your body.” I trace a finger with a black painted nail down his chest. “When you unwrap this present I’ve got a surprise for you.” His thick eyebrow arches. “You’ve got me intrigued, babe. What do you have hiding underneath?” “You’ll have to wait and see,” I tease.
“In that case,” he says and then sets my feet on the ground. “Let’s get this party started.” In one fluid motion, Cade spins me around so my back faces him, and then he sweeps my hair across my shoulders. His fingers graze the bare skin on my back as he unzips my dress. Warm, strong hands shove the lacy material off my shoulders and Cade gasps just before the dress pools at my feet. “Holy fuck, if I had known you were completely naked under this dress, any amount of self-control I had would’ve gone right out the goddamn window.” The warmth of his lips against my shoulders ignites a fire in my belly and an instant ache between my legs. “I can’t wait to taste your sweet pussy.” I lay my head back and his muscular arms encircle me as he kneads my breasts in his large hands. His touch is magical and now I can’t picture my life without it. Being naked under this gown is the most erotic, bad-girl thing I’ve ever done in my life, and it’s exciting that I turn him on so much. If I have my way, I’ll keep surprising him this way for the rest of our lives because he seems to like it, and I enjoy turning him on. Fire is left in his wake as he trails kisses along my skin, working his way up under the soft spot just below my ear. He nibbles my earlobe and growls the word “mine” before he steps to the side of me
and crushes his lips against mine. I melt into him, pushing my hands under his leather vest to feel his firm chest beneath the soft fabric of his white T-shirt. He peels his kutte off while still tangled in our kiss and then I go to work buttoning his jeans. Cade grabs the back of his shirt and tugs it over it head in the sexy way guys do before pressing his bare chest against mine. The warmth of his skin against mine causes me to grow wet. It’s like my vagina knows it’s about to experience unparalleled pleasure. I shove Cade’s jeans down over his firm ass and drop to my knees before him. His cock stands proudly, begging for my touch, and I happily oblige. I grab the base of his shaft and wet my lips before popping his head into my mouth. Cade’s head falls back and he moans before threading his fingers through my hair. “Damn, babe. Fuck yeah.” His dirty words of encouragement stokes the fire of my desire, and I go to work, bobbing my head up and down, taking in as much of him as I can. The grip he has on my hair tightens and he intakes a sharp breath. “Shit, you’re good at that. If you don’t stop, I’m gonna cum, and I don’t want to do that.”
I pull back and stare up at him. “Why not?” Lust filled eyes stare back at me. “I’m coming in your pussy. If you’re not already pregnant, you will be by the time this night’s through.” My heart flutters. The thought of having Cade’s baby inside me causes me to grow wetter. I want that with him—a family—and from the amount of times Cade has mentioned it to me, he does too. “Stand up,” he commands and then nods toward the bed. “Get on your knees.” I bite my lip, anticipating the feel of Cade inside me, as I crawl onto the bed wearing nothing but the white stilettos. Cade is addicting and I want him inside me. The rough tip of his finger slides inside my folds to find my swollen clit. The moment he makes contact, I gasp in pleasure. “You like that?” he asks in a low tone. “Want me to keep going?” “Yesss,” I hiss. “More.” “More,” he mimics my words like he’s considering what I’ve just said as he circles his finger against the most sensitive part of my body. “It’s time for me to taste this sweet cunt again. Move to the
middle of the bed.” I do exactly as he orders, and he pushes my legs further apart, sliding his body underneath me. “Sit on my face.” He grips my hips and pulls down until he’s able to slip his tongue between my folds. Slick, hot, wetness rubs against my clit as he inserts a finger inside me. I toss my head back as I hold my own breasts in my hands and work my hips. Every nerve inside me tingles, and as I’m about to cum, Cade pulls his finger out of my pussy and inserts the tip of it into my tight, virgin ass. I cry out in pleasure as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had rips through me. The sheets ball up into my fists, as I hold on tight as my body spasms. “Oh, God. Cade!” He continues his assault on my clit until I’m so sensitive I nearly scream from over-stimulation. When he stops, I collapse onto the bed next to Cade. He rolls over and presses his lips to mine—the taste of me lingering on his lips. “We’re just getting started.” I touch his face, the light stubble scratching my fingertips. “What else can possibly top that?”
He rolls on top of me, his hard length pressing against my open and ready entrance. “This.” He thrusts his hips and he’s inside me in one smooth motion. All of his weight balances on his elbows while he waits on me to adjust to his size before he rocks his hips against me. My fingers dig into his back as he rests his forehead against mine. Our eyes remain locked as he thrusts in and out of me. This time feels different. We’re connecting on a whole different level, and if I had to guess what making love feels like, this would be it. The rhythmic contact his pelvis makes with my clit causes a hum to vibrate through me. My toes curl as another orgasm hits me. I scream out his name, and he quickens his pace, searching for his own release. “Fuck. I’m coming. God, you feel so fucking good.” His chants become unintelligible as he cums hard and coats inside my walls with his seed. Both of our bodies still as we try to catch our breath. This man is amazing, and he’s all mine. “Piper,” Cade whispers my name. “I love you.” My heart does a double thumb because the way he’s looking at me, there’s no doubt he means it. I lick my lips slowly as I lock my eyes onto his gray
ones. “And I love you.” After we shower and dress for bed, we fall asleep, locked in one another’s arms. This has been the perfect day, and I’m excited to begin my life with my new husband.
*** My eyes snap open at the sound of the motel room door being kicked in. The rays of an early morning sun blast into the room, making the intruders completely visible. Three men with black kutte’s, long hair and facial hair barrel through the door. It takes a minute for me to realize the scream that’s assaulting my ears is actually coming from me. I scramble back against the headboard, but it’s no use. I’m trapped and one of the men grabs me while the other two drag Cade out of the bed. Fists fly and legs kick at Cade on the floor. “What the fuck were you thinking, Cade!” A skinny man with long, greasy hair shouts in between blows. “You had it made.” My man is tough as they come, but two on one in a sneak attack gets the best of him. There’s nothing I
can do to help, either, because I’m busy trying to fight off my own attacker. “Cade!” I scream out his name while getting yanked out of bed. The sound of my voice seems to light a fire under Cade, because he growls as his fists go crazy trying to fight the men off. I pound my fists onto the forearms of my attacker, but it’s no use. He’s too strong. My hair flies in my face as I’m dragged out of the motel room and to a waiting car. Fear fills every inch inside me, not only for my own safety, but for my husband. This is bad, and I know from here it’s only going to get worse…for the both of us.
Chapter Fifteen Cade
T he first thing my eyes land on when I wake up is a pool of blood. Judging by the way my cheek presses against the worn, tan carpet, the blood is either coming from my nose or mouth…or both. To say I was surprised by the little visit my club gave me would be a fucking understatement. How the fuck did they find us? I thought I was careful. I’ve paid for everything in cash since we left Cali because I know tracking my fucking bank transactions would be the first thing they’d do to find me. Lemy may be a fucking slime ball and get on everyone’s goddamn nerves, but his hacking abilities make him valuable to the club. I knew Frank would sic Lemy on my trail once they figured out I was gone with Piper. Disobeying a direct order is punishable by death, so in the grand scheme of things, I should be glad I’m even alive right now, but I don’t give a shit about myself. My concern centers around Piper and what the fuck Lemy and Del plan on doing with her. I hate Piper
is their fucking leverage. I have to get her back. I roll over and every fucking fiber inside me aches like I’ve been run over by a truck. A groan slips past my lips as I push myself up. It’s been a while since I’ve had my ass handed to me. I’m a good fighter, but those two motherfucker’s kicked in my door and attacked while I was asleep. There wasn’t much I could do, and that fucking kills me. They stole Piper from me, and now there’s going to be hell to pay. I grip the sheets on the bed and hoist myself up. Pain slices through me from, no doubt, a few broken ribs. Blood smears on the back of my hand as I rub it across my face. Damn. They really fucked me up. I stumble into the bathroom and catch the first sight of my face. The skin above my right eye is split open and a trail of blood trickles down the side of my face. “Jesus Christ.” I turn on the water and clean up the best I can, before I get dressed and head for my bike, devising a plan on how the fuck I’m going to take on my entire club.
I whip out my phone and dial the number of a man who owes me a favor. The phone gets answered on the second ring. “Yeah.” My back stiffens. “It’s time you repay your debt. I’ll be there in a few hours. Have some shit ready for me to look at.” “I thought you didn’t—” I quickly cut him off. “I do now.”
*** I roll into the parking lot of Jimmy’s Garage. Jimmy and I go way back. We’ve been friends since grade school, and when the automotive repair business he started began to go south, he got into selling guns. Jimmy didn’t know how to handle assholes who refused to pay him, so he called me, and I handled his light-work. It wasn’t long before it was understood if you didn’t pay Jimmy, your ass was getting beat. I pull in front of the garage door, and it opens, allowing me to drive inside the building.
I cut the engine and shove myself off the bike. “What the hell, man? I thought you didn’t pack heat? You said it was too messy,” Jimmy complains as I walk toward him. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him, but he’s still tall and lanky with dirty blonde hair. He’s looked the same since we graduated high school. The moment I’m close enough for Jimmy to get a good look at my face, he grimaces. “What the fuck happened to your face?” I sigh. “Never mind about my face—the shit I’m about to jump into…let’s just say the only choice I’m going to have is messy, so I need some heat. Someone took something that belongs to me and I intend to take her back.” Jimmy lifts on eyebrow as he leads me over to his sales counter where several guns are laid out for my inspection. “Her?” I narrow my eyes because I didn’t mean to let anything about Piper slip. The less Jimmy knows the better. “What?” “You said take her back. Is this shit over a bitch?” For the first time in my life, hearing a man call a woman I’m with that name strikes a nerve inside
me. “Don’t ever fucking call her that again.” I pick up a glock and inspect the cold, hard steel. “Calm down.” Jimmy raises his hands in surrender. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m only looking out for you. I don’t want to see you do something stupid over a woman.” “She’s not just some woman.” I pop the clip back in the gun after noticing it was empty. “She’s my wife.” Jimmy’s dark eyes widen. “When in hell did you get married?” “Yesterday.” My answer is short and to the point. He scratches the back of his head. “Jesus, man. Who the hell would kidnap your new bride? Who the fuck has a death wish?” I stuff the gun into the waistband of my jeans. “Frank.” All of the color drains out of Jimmy’s face. “Frank? Are you sure? Why would he…I mean, he’s been like a father to you.” His confusion is warranted considered everything about this situation is so fucking outside my character. Like I said before, I always obeyed orders Frank gave me. This is the first time I
haven’t done exactly what he wanted. I can’t explain what it is about Piper, but when I think about her it feels like someone reaches into my chest and squeezes my heart. I can’t deny I’ve caught feelings for her. What started out as just sex has turned into so much more. I want her with me. Always. And I’ll go through hell to get her back if that’s what it takes. “If Frank won’t let my girl go…” I lift my chin, knowing there’s no other choice but to go into the club with guns blazing. “Our past becomes irrelevant and he’ll get a bullet, just like anyone else who stands in my way.” Jimmy sees the resolution in my eyes and a frown etches into his face. “You sure?” “There’s no other way, Jimmy. Frank won’t negotiate. It’s not his style.” He nods, because he knows me, and knows when I set my mind to something there’s no changing it. He holds his hand out to me and I clasp it before he pulls me into a tight hug. “Take care, brother.” I give his back one hard pat, knowing this might be the last time I ever see my friend. “You too.” When I head back to my bike, I let out a sigh and ready my game face. This shit is on.
Chapter Sixteen Piper
T he older man who runs the Maverick club tilts his head as if to study me when the men who kidnapped me present me to him. “So this is her?” The long-haired man I’ve learned they call Lemy nods as he tightens his grip on my arm. “Yep. Found them together in Vegas, Frank.” Frank lifts a gray eyebrow. “And Cade?” “We left him back at the motel. Fucked him up real good. He won’t be coming for her any time soon.” He shakes his head and there’s a hint of a smile on his face. “If you didn’t kill him, he’ll be here. And he’s going to be pissed. We need to keep things on the down low until we figure out our next move with the Disciples. This little girl is our leverage to take control of more territory.” My back stiffens when he mentions using me as leverage. If things don’t go right, and this man doesn’t get what he wants from my father, then
there’s a good chance I’ll be killed. Fear of dying must be evident on my face because Frank clucks his tongue. “No need to be scared, girl. None of the boys here will lay a finger on you unless I give them the okay, so behave yourself, and don’t give me a reason to let them loose on you.” I’m tempted to scream if they touch me my father will gut them, but I hold back because I don’t know if that’s the truth. “You’re wasting your time. My father doesn’t give a shit about me and he won’t risk himself or the club by coming here. They’ll be no rescue party, so you might as well do yourself a favor and think of another plan.” He chuckles. “You clearly underestimate what a father is willing to do for his child. He’ll come for you. Once he knows I have you, he will.” He raises his hand to touch my face, but I dodge him and swat at his hand. He catches my left wrist and his eyes zero in on my ring finger where I sport my simple gold band. Our eyes lock and I swallow hard. “Lemy, take Mrs. Cade to the back room and lock her in. I want to have a discussion with her husband when he gets here,” Frank orders.
Lemy laughs darkly as he leads me down a hallway and when we’re out of earshot, he says, “This is going to be good. He’s been Frank’s pet too damn long. It’s about time Cade had his ass handed to him and I’m going to have a front row seat.” We stop in front of the door at the end of the hall and I don’t know what comes over me, but I can’t bite my tongue. “You won’t be laughing after my husband gets here.” “Shut up, bitch,” Lemy snarls as he opens the door and shoves me inside. “I hope Frank kills your husband and your fucking father, because after the people who can save you are out of the picture, I’m going to find out first hand why Cade went crazy over that pussy between your legs.” “I’d rather die than let you touch me. You disgust me.” His lip curls, revealing his yellow teeth before he slams the door in my face, locking me alone in the darkness of a small closet. “Sweet dreams, bitch,” he growls on the other side of the door as the lock clicks. I feel around in the dark. All I feel are clothes hanging on the rack. After I’m sure there’s no way out, hopelessness fills
every inch of me as I realize I’m trapped in here and my fate is undetermined. My back presses against the door as I slide down it and drop my head into my hands, allowing myself to cry.
Chapter Seventeen Cade
T he first plan I had was sneaking into the clubhouse, shooting anything standing between Piper and me, but I decided not to take the coward’s way out. Frank knows me, and he’ll be prepared for my attack. I’d be a fool to believe I could take them all out on my own, so I’ve decided to face him head on. I park my bike outside the club, and then swing my leg over it. It’s the first time I’ve ever felt uneasy about passing through the front door of the club. It’s been my home, so to speak, for over ten years, and now I’m not welcomed in it. There’s no one here. It’s completely empty, which isn’t usual, and the hair on the back of my neck stands up. “You look like shit,” Frank’s deep voice cuts through the otherwise quiet room. My gaze whips over to the seat he always occupies
at the head of the table. Frank casually lights a cigarette, seemingly unfazed by my presence while he sits alone in the room. The sound of my heavy boots against the wood floor echoes around me. He takes a long drag and then blows a large cloud of smoke into the air. “Are you sure she’s worth it? Are you willing to lose everything in order to be with her?” I lift my chin, but I refuse to answer him. He already knows the answers or else I wouldn’t be here. Frank’s eyes never leave me as he considers what to say next. “You know you can’t have her. She doesn’t belong here—not with us.” My fists clench by my side. “She does—with me.” “Cade, guys like you and me…we’re cut from the same cloth. We don’t settle down and we don’t risk everything for love. That’s not who we are.” “That might be true for you, but you and I…we’re nothing alike.” “We’re exactly alike.” There’s a hard edge to his voice. “No, we’re not,” I fire back.
“We are!” Frank slams his fist down on the table. “Because you’re my son.” I flinch at his words. “What?” Frank pushes himself up from the chair he’s sitting in. “It’s true. Your mother was my girl back in the day, but I wasn’t good to her and I wouldn’t put her above the club. That’s why I’m willing to give you a chance to reconsider going against me.” He takes a few steps toward me. “Turn around, and walk back out the door. Think carefully how you want your life to go, because I see you taking over the club someday. Throwing it all away for a woman… it’s crazy.” I’m listening to him, but it’s like my brain is in a fog and this is some strange dream. He steps in front of me and places his hand on my shoulder. “Go home. Think it over, and then call me in the morning to apologize for going against my orders.” I lock eyes with him. “And if I don’t?” Frank shakes his head. “Don’t make me go there, Cade. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to that pretty wife of yours, so don’t force my hand.” The mere mention of Piper causes me to snap. I grab the glock from my waistband so fast, Frank doesn’t have time to react. I press the barrel of the
gun to his temple. “Don’t ever threaten my wife. You might be my father, but I won’t hesitate to pull this fucking trigger.” Del bursts through the door with a gun drawn and trained on me. “Want me to waste this fool?” I knew there was so way we were alone in here. Frank’s not stupid. Del takes another step toward me and I say, “Make one more move, and I will put a bullet in his head.” “Get the girl, Del. Let him have her,” Frank orders. “I don’t feel like having my brains splattered over some shit like this.” “You’re letting him go?” The disbelief in Del’s voice is clear. Our prez usually doesn’t show mercy. Frank stares me in the eye. “He’s my son. I owe him that much.” Del shakes his head, but he doesn’t argue. Instead, he stalks off, but I don’t dare change my position. We stand there, unmoving for what feels like an eternity. I’m not even sure if Frank’s telling me the truth, but he’s got my head spinning. Del leads Piper into the room by the arm and then shoves her in my direction, causing me to lose my
position on Frank as I catch Piper. Del’s gun is still drawn on me, but Frank puts his hand on the barrel, forcing him to lower it. Piper clings to my side and I wrap my arm around her. “Are you all right?” “Yeah,” her voice is barely above a whisper. The rumble of a pack of bikes catches my attention and I whip my head toward Frank. He grabs a gun from the waist of his jeans and yells to Del, “Ours?” “No way. I told everyone the clubhouse was off limits today just like you told me to.” “Fuck,” Frank mutters just as the door flies open. My eyes widen when four of the Disciples come barging in with Lemy flanking their side. That motherfucking traitor. The Disciples prez levels his stare at Frank. “I’ve come for my daughter.” “Lemy, you fucking traitor,” I growl. “What the fuck were you thinking?” Lemy’s top lip curls and his eyes narrow. “I’m sick of Frank cutting you all the breaks and not
recognizing the one with real talent around here— me. I’m the one with the skills, and he’s not made me a patch. The Disciples recognize talent when they see it.” He’s committed the ultimate act of betrayal and what he thinks is going to be a long-term relationship with his new club is going to be cut short once Frank puts a bullet in his brain.
Chapter Eighteen Piper My fingers dig into the fabric of Cade’s shirt the moment my father bursts into the room. It’s been a few years since I saw my father. Not much has changed about him. His hair has more salt than pepper and there are a few more wrinkles around his eyes, but his scarred face is still the same. Those marks on his face have been there since I was little. He came home with his face all carved up one day and I cried because I was scared of him. Guess much hasn’t changed since then. I still fear him more now than ever—maybe because I know what he’s capable of. He’s a monster. He won’t think twice about me if I die. If I had to guess, he’s only here because he doesn’t like the idea of the Mavericks making him look weak by kidnapping his own daughter. He’s here to save face, not to save me. “Have you lost your goddamn mind, Owen? You must have balls of steel to come barging into my
place,” Frank growls at my father. “I could say the same thing to you. Family’s off limits unless you want war,” my father fires back. “I think you’ve got some crossed wires, my friend. Your daughter…she is my family.” For the first time, my father’s gaze turns to me. His eyes trail down Cade’s torso to where the fabric of his T-shirt is balled up in my left hand, giving him a perfect view of my wedding ring. His face twists with anger. “You son-of-a-bitch,” Father growls as he swings his gun at Cade. Cade shoves me out of the way as the gun discharges. I scream Cade’s name as Frank throws himself in front of my husband and they both fall to the floor. The gun that was in Cade’s hand skids across the floor and stops at my feet and I reach down for it. Cade and Frank lay on the floor, but as they begin to move around, my father starts toward Cade with his gun drawn, clearly ready to finish the job. I can’t let him hurt my man. I take aim at my father and squeeze the trigger, but my hands are shaking so bad I don’t even come
close to hitting my target. My father’s cold stare locks on me and his face twists as he points his gun in my direction. My hands tremble as I raise the gun to shoot him first, but the sharp blast of a gun going off before I have the chance to pull the trigger makes me clench my eyelids shut. My father grunts and I open my eyes as he falls to his knees in front of me. A small bloodstain blossoms out to cover most of the material of his white T-shirt. He coughs; blood spurting out of his mouth and then oozing down his face. “You fucking bitch,” Father says to me. “You’re a whore just like your mother.” My nostrils flare and there’s not one ounce of sympathy in my body for this dying man in front of me. “Go to hell.” His eyes narrow, and before he can say anything else, he falls forward, landing flat on his face against the hardwood floor. Once it’s clear my father is dead, the rest of the Disciples, including Lemy, flee from the building to their bikes. Doesn’t seem like they’re too keen on sticking around for the aftermath of this shootout. Cade crawls over to me and cups my face in his
hands so he can inspect me. “You okay?” “Yes,” I answer as I grab his vest and open it wide, instantly relieved to discover Cade isn’t shot. “Thank God.” Cade presses his lips to mine. “I love you, Piper.” Tears stream down my face as I cling to my husband. “I love you, too.” He presses his forehead to mine before he kisses me again. Hearing him say he loves me, makes all the screwed up shit we’ve just been through worth it. “Let me help you up, Prez,” a man says to Frank as he bends down to extend a hand to him. “Thanks, Del. Thought I was a fucking goner there for a minute.” Frank glances down to his shoulder where there’s a deep gash in his arm. “Fucking bullet just grazed me.” Del pats Frank’s back. “You’re one lucky son-of-abitch. Crazy as hell, but lucky.” Frank gaze flicks over to Cade. “Some people are worth taking bullets for.” A small grin tugs at Cade’s lips when he locks eyes with Frank and then puts his arm around me. “Yes, they are.”
Frank nods, and some sort of unspoken moment passes between the two men. “You two need to get out of here. We have to call the cops—explain how Owen burst in here and I shot him in self-defense. Less people around when they come, the better. Don’t want too many stories floating around. Me and Del will handle this shit.” Cade pulls himself up to his feet and then helps me up before he walks over to Frank. “Thank you.” Cade extends his hand and Frank takes it before he pulls Cade in for a hug. “It’s the least I can do for you,” Frank says. “Believe it or not, I do have a fucking heart.” “That’s hard to believe considering how well I know you.” Cade chuckles and then pauses for a beat. “What about Lemy?” Frank waves Cade off. “Don’t worry about him. We’ll handle that chicken shit.” Frank flips his gaze to me then back to Cade. “Take her and get out of here. It’s your honeymoon for fuck’s sake, son.” “All right. Call me when things cool down,” he tells them before he turns and leads me toward the door. He covers my eyes with his hand as we pass by my father. “Don’t look.” I swallow hard and then hold my breath until we’re
past the bloody scene. A weird sense of calm washes over me the moment we’re outside. The man I’ve feared my entire life is gone. I’m finally free of him. It’s all thanks to my husband. He’s literally the best thing that’s ever happened to me. We come to Cade’s bike and he takes my hand. “You sure you’re all right? That was some heavy shit and you’re being quiet. You in shock?” I shake my head. “I’m glad all of this is over.” “Me too,” he says. “Now it’s time we figure out how we’re going to live our life together.” “Together,” I repeat his words as I wrap my arms around his waist. “I like the sound of that.” He leans down and presses his lips to mine. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.” I hop on the back of his bike, unsure of where we are heading, but knowing we’re about to start our forever together.
Epilogue Piper
“A little to the left,” I tell Cade as he places the star on top of our Christmas tree. He does exactly as I ask, and when it’s just right, I stop him. “That’s it. It’s perfect.” Cade hops down from the ladder and then cradles my face, careful not to bump into my big belly. “That damn tree isn’t perfect. You are.” I blush and attack his lips with mine, which only causes him to chuckle. The attraction I’ve felt toward Cade has always been crazy, but lately I haven’t been able to get enough of him. The doctor says it’s the pregnancy hormones making me so damn horny, but Cade doesn’t seem to mind. The slightest little things turn me on these days. I unhook his belt, and move right to the button. “I need you.” “Damn, baby. You’re going to break me. This is the fourth time today,” he says, while he pulls his shirt
over his head. I lick my lips as my fingers trail over the taut skin over his rock-hard abs. “What can I say? You’re addicting.” He smiles with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I definitely know the feeling of being addicted to someone. Speaking of which...” His hand slips under the nightgown I’m wearing to touch my panty-covered pussy. “The minute you have our baby, I’m going to put another one in you.” I lift my eyebrow in challenge. “You are, are you?” He bites his bottom lip as he shoves the silky material over and massages my throbbing clit. I relax against him and grip his shoulders to keep myself from falling over as I’m instantly wet for him. His fingers are fucking magical. When he slips a digit inside, I moan. “See how you open up for me? You take everything I give you. It’s how I knocked you up the first time I fucked you.” He licks my top lip as he continues to work his finger in and out of me. “Your body was made for me. You’re mine.” A shiver rips down my spine. I love it when he claims me. It’s a fucking turn on. I love this man, and even though we aren’t a typical love story,
we’re perfection together. I thread my fingers in his hair, ready to get lost in him and our love.
Epilogue Cade
I hook my arm under Piper’s leg and under her shoulders as she bears down. “That’s it, baby. Push. You can do it.” Ever since I found out Piper was pregnant, I’ve been waiting for this day to come. People always talk about being excited for Christmas morning when they were kids, unwrapping gifts, but I’ve never experienced anything close to that before. Until now. Piper and our baby are the best things that have ever happened to me. I haven’t even met this little girl yet, and she already owns my heart. I wish my father could be here to meet her, but he got five years for manslaughter. He left the club to me run while he’s gone, and I’m doing the best I can to make its business deals as clean as possible. I don’t want to allow anything to jeopardize my freedom and take me away from my girls.
“Okay, she’s crowning,” the doctor announces to the room. “A couple more pushes and we’ll have a baby. Now, push.” The nurse next to Piper keeps repeating push, push, push, encouraging her to keep going. My heart squeezes when I look down and get the first glimpse of my daughter’s face, then her shoulders as the doctor tugs her out. “Oh, my God,” I whisper, amazed of the miracle Piper and I have created. I’ve never been apart of something so good and pure before. For the longest time, I convinced myself I was no good. But our baby and Piper…I’ll be a better man for them. “What?” Piper questions me in a frantic voice. “Is something wrong?” Before I can even respond, our daughter cries. The doctor suctions our baby’s mouth and nose, and then lays the baby on Piper’s chest. Tears flow freely from my wife’s eyes as she cradles our baby in her arms. I stare down at my two girls in complete awe. These two are my entire life now. I can’t remember what my life was like before this moment, and I’m glad for it, because I don’t want to.
I smooth Piper’s hair back from her face and kiss her forehead before I lean down and kiss our baby. “She’s perfect.” Piper smiles. “She is. What should we name her?” “Angel.” “Angel,” she lets the name roll off her tongue as if she’s trying it on to see how it feels. “I love it—our little angel.” “You both are my angels,” I tell her before I place a soft kiss on her lips. “I love you, Piper.” Her eyes light up. “I love you, too.” Hearing her say that makes me smile. I’ve never loved anyone before her, never wanted to, but Piper is special. To know that she loves me too, it’s indescribable. We’re a family now, and I’ve never been happier.
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Acknowledgments First off, I want to thank you, my dear reader, for spending your time getting lost in my world. Piper and Cade were a smokin’ hot couple who steamed up my computer when writing it. Thank you for taking a chance on their story. Emily Snow, Jennifer Wolfel, Holly Malgieri, Heather Peiffer, Penny Wylder, thank you for believing in Cade and encouraging me to publish this book! Love you guys hard! My beautiful ladies in Valentine’s Vixen’s Group, I wrote this spicy little number for you! Thank you for supporting me and all my books! To romance blogging community. Thank you for always supporting me and my books. I can’t tell you how much every share, tweet, post and comment means to me. I try to read them all and every time I’m giddy from all the love. THANK YOU for everything you do. Blogging is not an easy job and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate what you do for indie authors like me. You totally make our world go round. Last, but never least the two men in my life, my
husband and son. Thank you for putting up with me. I love you both more than words can express.
About the Author New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Michelle A. Valentine is a self-professed music addict that resides in Columbus, Ohio, with her husband, son, and one scrappy dog. When she’s not slaving away over her next novel, she enjoys expressing herself with off-the-wall crafts and trying her hand at party planning. While in college, Michelle’s first grown-up job was in a medical office, where decided she loved working with people so much she changed her major from drafting and design to nursing. It wasn’t until her toddler son occupied the television constantly that she discovered the amazing world of romance novels. Soon after reading over 180 books in a year, she decided to dive into trying her own hand at writing her first novel, and she hasn’t looked back. After years of rejection, in 2012 she self-published Rock the Heart, her tenth full-length novel written, and it hit the New York Times. Her subsequent books have gone on to list multiple times on both the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists.
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