STORY EXCERPT

Reece ducked as a beer bottle flew past his head.

“Don’t you get tired of this crap?”

Dominic chuckled and took a swig of his beer before jumping up to avoid the body that landed in the middle of their table.

“Naw. It’s good entertainment on a Friday night.” He leaned back against the wall and watched as his guys and the local riffraff got it on. “What I do get tired of is paying for the mess afterwards.”

“Ah, hell. The law’s on its way.” The sound of sirens could be heard even above the noise in the bar.

“Let’s get them out of here.” Dominic whistled and grabbed Butch. “Law’s here. Let’s grab everyone and go.”

Reece located the bartender and peeled off some bills to cover the damages then waded into the ruckus to separate his guys from the others. They poured out of the bar outside of Clarkston, Texas, and jumped on their bikes to hightail it out of there. Reece could already see the dust from the local law billowing up down the road. They would be going in the opposite direction and hopefully toward home. It had been a long trip.

He pulled up beside Dominic, the president of The Ghost Riders, and nodded his head that everyone was accounted for. Butch, their sergeant at arms, dropped back into line as Reece took his place. As the club’s vice president, he helped Dominic run the business. That meant keeping everyone in line and accounted for.

They had another three hours of hard riding to get back home, and it looked like they were going to be riding all night instead of finding a hotel. The only one he worried about was Irish. The man could put away some alcohol. They didn’t need to get pulled over for damn sure. They all smelled like a distillery after the fight.

Reece tapped his mic. “Dominic. Do you think we should pull over for the night? If the HP pulls us over, they’re going to slap us all in jail just by our smell alone. I know we’re all sober, but I think most of us ended up getting a beer bath.”

“Only three hours to go. We’ll keep it legal and under the limit.”

Reece just shrugged and tapped his mic again to change the channel so he could talk to the rest of the crew.

“Hey, guys, flying low and under the radar since we all smell like a brewery. No screwing up.”

He heard the general yeahs and fucks over the speakers. He grinned. They were a good crew despite their rowdy ways. The Ghost Riders motorcycle club had been around for nearly twenty-five years now. They had a legitimate mechanic’s garage and did odd jobs along the way. They were on their way back from one of those odd jobs—bounty hunting. They picked up a jumper in New Mexico and transported him back to Houston. Now they were on their way back to Reo, Texas, outside of San Antonio. Damn, he’d be glad to get home.

Reece stood up on the bike and stretched. He couldn’t get comfortable. In fact, he’d been downright antsy for the last few months. Nothing satisfied him. Not the booze, the women, nothing. Since he didn’t do drugs, there wasn’t much left but the ride and the chase. That had helped for a while, but now they were closing in on home and the ants were back in his pants.

“You okay over there?” Dominic’s voice sounded over the speakers.

“Yeah.”

“Got something going on you want to talk about?”

“Naw. I’m cool.” Reece was thankful that Dominic didn’t push him by asking more questions. He needed to think it out himself.

They pulled into Reo at about two thirty and headed straight for their place just outside the city limits. The garage was a four-bay cinderblock building with a larger bike bay around the side. They all pulled in and parked their bikes, grunting and groaning like old men. Turk closed the doors behind them and locked them down.

“Fuck, I’m glad to be home.” Irish stretched then headed toward the house.

Gill walked in, scratching his chest as they began to file out. “How was the ride?”

“One hundred thousand and my ass is numb.” Reece punched him in the arm and kept walking.

“Anything going on here?” Dominic asked over his shoulder.

“Nope. But I’m not going to say that it’s been quiet.”

Reece chuckled and waved as he passed through the door into the house. It was actually a double-wide with a house built around it. There were five bedrooms, three baths, a kitchen, the sanctuary, and a den of sorts. The club had a total of sixteen members with two prospects and a half-dozen babes. Reece followed Dominic down the hall to the sanctuary. They closed and locked the door behind them.

Dominic pulled open the bottom of the massive table where they did club business and opened the safe to deposit the check from the hunt. They would deposit it on Monday. It would help cover the club’s expenses. Every member of the club worked either in the shop or at the slaughterhouse on the other side of town. The club helped with unexpected expenses and provided meals and booze on the weekends. When someone ended up hurt and couldn’t work, the club took care of them. It was how things worked.

“Gus has an eye on two more possible jumpers due in next week. I think we should consider them, build up our finances while we can.” Dominic sat back in his chair.

“Sounds good to me. If you need to stick around here for business, me and the guys can handle it.”

“Might do that. Have to see what’s going on.” He let out a breath and frowned. “You’re restless, Reece. What’s going on?”

“I’m fine. Getting out helped.”

“That shit in Afghanistan is still working on you. You’ve got to put it behind you, man. It will eat you alive.”

“I’m fine. I haven’t had a dream in months.” Reece stood up and rested his hands on the table before leaning in. “Let me know if those guys rabbit. We’ll take care of them.”

“Get some sleep, Reece.”

He nodded and unlocked the door. His room was at the end of the hall across from Dominic’s. It was a fair-size room, especially for one person, and held a king-size bed. He was a big man and liked the room. Came in handy when he had a mind to entertain a couple of ladies or if he and Dominic shared one. Lately, if they didn’t share, he wasn’t interested. That was bothering him some, too. Why the need to share?

ADULT EXCERPT

Neither man had made it to bed when Raven entered Dominic’s bedroom the night before. She wasn’t sure if she had been relieved or disappointed. She had just about talked herself into initiating a little sexual activity in hopes of getting them out of her system so she could get back to writing. When they hadn’t shown up nearly an hour later, she had fallen asleep.

Now, they were wrapped around her like octopuses so that no part of her was left unclaimed by some body part of theirs. She wiggled, thinking they would move, but it did no good. She wanted up and some coffee. She wasn’t one to lie around in bed. She stretched to see the clock on the bedside table. It was only seven, but she had been awake for nearly an hour now and was getting antsy.

“Settle down, Raven. You’re vibrating about as much as Cindy’s Jack Rabbit dildo.” Reece’s sleep-laden voice startled her.

“Let me up. I’m ready to get up.”

“S’too early.”

“You don’t have to get up. Just let me up, and I’ll leave you to go back to sleep.”

“You’re not leaving me in bed with Dominic, babe.”

“Please, Reece. I can’t just lay here wide awake like this.”

“Hell, now I’m wide awake, and I’m blaming you for that.” He rolled over and pulled her free of Dominic’s leggy embrace.

“Thank God.” She started to push away from Reece and climb out of the bed.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Reece wasn’t letting her go. Instead, he pulled her on top of him. “I think we need to have a talk about some things.”

“Now?” she squeaked out.

“Now’s as good a time as any.”

“You’re going to wake Dominic up.”

“Oh, I think he’ll enjoy this conversation when he does wake up.”

Before she knew what he had in mind, Reece had rolled them over so that she was beneath him with her legs spread around his and her shirt up around her waist. He grinned down at her, amusement twinkling in his eyes. Raven didn’t fight him on it. It was what she had been after the night before in a roundabout way, but this felt less contrived.

“What are you doing, Reece?”

“Looking at the most beautiful woman in the world. You’re perfect, Raven.” He lowered his head and brushed a gentle kiss across her lips before pulling back and watching her.

“I’m not beautiful. I’m decent looking, but I’m too big and too short.”

“You’re not too big. I don’t want to hear you even mention that again.” He wrapped his hand around her throat but didn’t squeeze. “You’ve got the prettiest eyes and a perfect mouth. I can’t wait to see those lips wrapped around my dick.”

“I kind of expected that.” She stared up at him, trying to figure out where he was going with all of it.

He leaned in closer to her and let go of her throat. “I want to learn all about you, Raven, all your hot spots and what you sound like when you come. I’m going to get to know you so well that all I have to do is look at you and you shoot off.”

“Sounds good in theory, but it’s not very practical, and I don’t respond that well to anyone.”

“A challenge. Just what I like.” He shifted and after removing her shirt, took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to play.

Raven had no choice. She relaxed into him as he sucked and nipped at the torrid piece of flesh. She was very sensitive in her breasts and believed that with the right amount of stimulation she could actually come with just breast play. Of course it would take the right man with enough patience to pull it off.

When he released the reddened tip with a slight pop, she moaned and her legs flopped farther apart. He grinned down at her before moving to the other side to suck in just the nipple once again to play with. He wrapped his hand around the base of her breast and squeezed it upward, feeding more of her breast into his greedy mouth. The sensation of being consumed flowed through her as he teased the other nipple with his fingers.

The touch of another hand at her waist startled her. Dominic was awake. He slipped his hand between her and Reece and zeroed in on her pussy. His broad fingers dipped and slid around the copious amounts of juice flowing from her cunt from all of the breast play Reece was treating her to.

“Fuck, baby. You’re sopping wet down there. What in the hell is Reece doing to you?” Dominic’s gravelly voice seemed loud in her ear.

“Oh, God. He’s destroying me.”

“Reece, move your cock, man. I want a taste of her.”

Reece groaned but moved over to the side without letting go of her breasts. Instead, he sucked harder as he pulled against her to move out of Dominic’s way. The stinging sensation vibrated down her body to lodge deep in her cunt. She squirmed as Dominic positioned himself between her legs. She couldn’t wait to feel his mouth and tongue on her pussy and clit. Nothing felt better than oral sex first thing in the morning.