Havoc (Los Desperados MC) (6 page)

He guided me turn by turn back to Los Desperados headquarters. It was still early, not even one o’clock in the afternoon when we got back, but it felt much later. I was tired and sweaty and dirty and defeated. I wondered what he was going to do to me. Would he make it quick, a bullet to the head and my body dumped in some shallow grave? No, there was no way I was going to be so lucky. I had seen his distribution point and stolen his bike; he was going to make me pay.

I couldn’t give up. I still had a chance. I was still breathing and my heart was still beating and I could still fight as best as I knew. Los Desperados’ bar was nearly empty when we pulled up. There were only a few bikes parked outside and there was no music pumping out through the walls. The sun was high above us and, ironically enough, it had turned into a beautiful day; there was a blue sky above dotted with white clouds and the sun was shining brightly. It was far too nice a day to die.

I pulled the bike up to the clubhouse and cut the engine, removing my helmet and dropping into the dusty ground. My heart began to pound as I wondered what would happen next. Julian had lowered his hand from my throat and now both of his hands were holding onto my hips. He was pressed against me and I could feel him against my lower back. He was breathing deeply as well and I could feel his breath on my neck and then I felt him lean closer and I froze, waiting to see what he would do.

“I should kill you,” he whispered into my ear making me shudder.

“Then do it,” I said.

“Is that really what you want? To die? Are you really ready for your life to be over; are you that stupid and stubborn? Do you have any idea what I’m offering you? The chance to be a lead driver for a better gang and make more money. And what do you do with my offer? You spit on it, you push me, and you steal from me. The only reason I’m not cutting off one of your hands is because you need them both to drive.” The bike moved as he stood up and got off, but I didn’t move. “Get up and get inside.”

“No,” I said.

“So stubborn,” he said, leaning down so his face was only inches from mine. “You’re good; there’s no denying that. But, the thing is, I’m better. I’ve beaten you twice now and I will beat you every time. I don’t deny the chase is fun and you're a good driver, but it’s clear I’m better.”

He was. That move on the road where he jumped from his bike to mine was insane. I kept replaying it in my mind. It was like something out of an action movie. It all happened so quickly and seamlessly. He had trapped me; if I had veered the bike, I would have crashed into his and we both would have gone down. No, he knew I had no other option. He overpowered me. No one had ever beaten me before. I was, without question, the best driver The Bandits had, but Julian was better.

“Get up,” he repeated, his voice was serious and deep and would bode no argument.

Slowly I stood up and then he grabbed me, picking me up off my feet and tossing me over his shoulder. I gasped and struggled, but it was pointless. I was nothing to him. Seeming to not even feel my weight, he carried me inside the clubhouse and stomped to the doorway and up the flight of stairs.

“Put me down,” I said as we continued up. “I can walk myself; put me down.” I was pounding my fists against his back but it did nothing.

It wasn’t until we were on the other side of the door that he finally put me down. But he kept one hand on my arm, like he knew I was planning to run again the first chance I got.

“What do you want from me?” I asked him. He was so close to me and he was breathing hard. I could see his eyes and they flicked down to my heaving chest. It wasn’t the first time I had caught him staring. Hell, he had invited me into his bedroom more than once.

“I want you to join us and ride for me,” he said. “You’re good, but imagine how much better you would be if you were working with me. You could still be lead driver, but you would never again drive alone. I would never let anyone take you. It’s been twelve hours and we’ve still heard nothing from The Bandits. If you were mine, I would have cut off the heads of those who had taken you by now. They aren’t worthy of you.”

No one had ever spoken to me like that. No one had ever told me they wanted me, or that they would fight for me. I couldn’t deny it anymore. I wanted Julian. He was handsome and tall and he didn’t take anyone’s shit. He was like no one else I had ever met. After everything that had happened he didn’t want to kill me; he liked me; he still wanted me to join him.

“I can’t. You know that,” I said to him. “The Bandits will kill me if I betray them.”

“And Los Desperados will kill you if you don’t join them. We have you and you’ve seen our strength; how can you not want to join us?”

We were close. We were so close. He was leaning down to get closer to me and we were only inches apart. His hand was still on my arm and I was waiting for him to grab it harder and pull me in and plant a kiss on right on my lips. I wanted him to grab me and pull me to him I wanted to feel his skin against mine. He looked at me one last time and then pulled himself away and I wanted to collapse. Adrenaline was pounding through my veins and I needed to do something.

“You’re still saying no joining us?” He said.

I opened my mouth and then closed it again. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to join Los Desperados, but I did want Julian. How could I have one without the other? “I can’t. You have to understand that.”

“Bullshit,” he said, turning and walking away from me.

“Really?!” I demanded. “So if The Bandits kidnapped you and told you they wanted you to join, you would do it? You would abandon Los Desperados and all of your brothers? Think about what you’re asking me to do.”

“No risk, no reward,” he said. “Fortune favors the bold. Think about what you could do with us. Think of who you could be.”

Who could I be in Los Desperados? I could see myself riding with them driving the rig and having Julian on the road with me. I could tell that he would never get in the way or slow me down. I had seen his reflexes on our ride; he was fast and smart and never hesitated. We could rule the road, the two of us.

“I know you want to,” he said. He walked over to me slowly this time, and I stood my ground. His hand came up and he traced his fingers down my upper arm and I couldn’t help but sigh a little bit. His strong hands were surprisingly gentle. “Just let yourself join us,” he said.

I shook my head. It was the only thing I could do. His hands were too tempting and I wasn’t sure what would come out if I opened my mouth. He was looking down at me again and, again, we were so close. I was desperate for him to kiss me, but I could see in his eyes that he wasn't going to, not until I joined.

“I need to take a shower,” I finally managed to whisper. I couldn’t look at him. I felt like I could barely breathe from the temptation of how close he was. He was this giant standing in front of me all muscle and height, but I had seen his other side, too. I saw how the men at the drop off site had sought out his approval and I had seen his skill on the road. But I couldn’t be with him. Nothing could ever happen between us.

“Fine, go,” he said throwing his hands up in the air and gesturing towards the bathroom.

Without another look I turned away from him and walked down the hallway entering the bathroom and closing the door behind me.

Once inside the bathroom, I sighed and closed my eyes. I needed to remember who I was. I wasn’t some girl who chased after bad boys and I wasn’t one of those girls who threw everything away for some man. I had built a good life with The Bandits. I had spent years working my way up the ladder. I had worked harder than any other member. I had spent nights up late panning my rides, agreeing to go on any run no matter how long or boring or dangerous. I had been richly rewarded for all my work. I was their lead driver, their best driver. I could not leave them for some guy. But Julian wasn’t just some guy.

I shook my head and began to pull my clothes off me. I was covered in sweat and dirt and it took a long time to finally remove everything. I took off my shirt and my jeans and then removed my bra and panties. I wondered if Julian had any clothes I could wear or some place where I could wash the ones I had. I left them on a dirty pile on the floor and turned on the shower. I liked the water hot – hot enough to cook a lobster, Paul used to joke.

Once the water was warm and steamy, I stepped inside and let the hot water pour down my hair and over my back and arms. I took his shampoo and washed my hair and then I took the soap and lathered it up and began to spread the suds over my body. I felt suddenly exhausted. It had been an insane couple of hours, spikes of adrenaline and then the hard let down of the aftermath.

The door opened. I heard the rattle of the doorknob and then a creek as the door was pushed open and then closed again.

“Julian?” I called out, but my voice was soft and barely audible over the sound of the cascading water. I froze in the shower and waited, not knowing what I should do. I wanted this. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted him in here with me.

Finally the shower curtain was pulled aside and there was Julian undressed and standing before me. He was just as hot without his clothes as I had imagined. His chest was taut and he had a clear-cut six-pack that led down to a sizable cock hanging between his well-muscled legs.

I felt like I should cover myself up, that I should have hid from him, shied away. But that wasn’t what I wanted and I had never played the wilting violet in my life. He stepped into the shower and I stepped back so he could get under the spray. I watched as the warm water slid down his body, slipping between his muscles and over his tattoos.

He leaned down and kissed me, surprisingly gentle and chaste.  He just pressed his lips against mine and when he pulled away I felt myself drawn to him. He looked at me and then leaned down to kiss me again, but this time he let his tongue slip into my mouth and the kiss was longer. As we kissed he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him. I was on my tiptoes and pressed up against him as he crushed me tighter in his strong arms.

I traced my hands over his shoulders and felt the strength in them. He gripped me tighter, his hands around my body and my breasts pressed against his chest. The water was running over us and between us. He stopped kissing me and took my chin in his hand and looked at me for a moment before he leaned over and began to kiss my neck. He kissed and nibbled from neck to shoulder and then back; he would stop on occasion to trace my skin with his tongue and I couldn’t help but cry out. Then he bit gently right at the nape of my neck and I tangled my hands in his hair and cried out his name.

He found my mouth again and kissed me even harder. I bit on his lower lip and he growled in response as I pushed my tongue into his mouth where it mingled with his. I pressed my body against him and felt his erection on my stomach. I moved myself against him and he moaned as his hands moved down my back until they were on my ass and he squeezed me hard. I gasped and leaned against him for balance.

He let go of my ass and then his hands were on my breasts. He massaged them as I threw back my head in pleasure. He was teasing my nipple, stroking it with his thumb until it was pert from his attention and then he pinched it. I gasped as his other hand massaged my other breast and I brought my hands up to his chest and ran them through his hair.

And then I couldn’t help it. I could feel his erection pressed against my body. I reached down and gently, so softly, stroked it with my hand. I ran my fingers up and down his shaft and then I wrapped my hand around the head and gently ran it through all my fingers up and down over and over again.

I looked up and his eyes were closed and he put his hand on my breast and squeezed as he moaned my name. “Daniela,” he said, and then his mouth was crushed against mine as he kissed me with such passion that my feet were literally picked up off the floor. He had wrapped his arms around me and was lifting me up as if I weighed nothing. He put me down and began to kiss my neck and his fingers traced their way from my breast down to my belly and then lower.

With his knee, he spread my legs apart and then he began to stroke between my legs, without entering me. He was teasing me. I wanted him so badly, but he wasn’t giving me what I wanted. I moved my hips against him, pushing against his hand, but still he teased me with a touch that was so feather light it was almost nothing.

“Julian,” I whispered, pulling his head down to kiss him. I pushed myself against him, but he pulled back. “Please, Julian,” I whispered and then he smiled and slipped two fingers inside of me and I arched my back and moaned out his name.

He started with long and gentle strokes than ran up and down my center making me moan with every movement. His fingers were stroking over that spot inside of me. I was aching for him; I was aching for the release that I knew only he could give me. “Do you like that?” He whispered into my ear.

“Yes,” I whispered back, my voice hitching in my throat as a wave of pleasure passed through me. And then suddenly his touch was gone and I stared up at him with naked longing in my eyes. “Please,” I whispered as I brought my hands up to his chest and then his shoulders. I tried to pull him down to kiss me, but it was like pulling against a brick wall.

“Say it again,” he said.

“Please,” I repeated, “I want you.” Then he leaned down and kissed me crushing his mouth against mine. I took his cock in my hand again and wrapped it up in my fist and moved my hand up and down until finally he had to pull away.

He moved away from me and leaned out of the shower and appeared again with a condom. He quickly opened the wrapper and unrolled it over himself. I kissed him, pulling him down to with my hand on his neck. Then he took me by my shoulders and spun me around, pushing at my lower back. I bent over, holding onto the edge of the bathtub and the wall as I felt his cock push against my opening and then, in one slick movement, he was inside of me.

I gasped at the sensation. I could feel every inch of him inside of me pushing against my inner walls as my body took a moment to adjust. He began to move, pulling back and then pushing in, going slowly and taking his time. He pushed every inch of himself into me and then pulled all the way out and he did it again and again. I moaned in pleasure. With every movement, his long thick cock was stroking my clit sending bursts of electricity pulsing through my veins.

I wanted more of him. I pushed back against him and he started to thrust faster and harder against me. I cried out his name and every movement from him was driving me mad. His wild thrusts were pushing me closer and closer to the release I needed.

“Daniela, yes,” Julian moaned as his hands gripped my hips hard and began to pull me against him. He was pumping against me and I was pushing back against him. I was crying out with every thrust as I felt my pleasure begin to build up inside of me. I was close, so close and I needed that release. I needed Julian to bring me to it. I felt my orgasm ass it grew with each stroke until it was too much and I was out of control as I pushed back against him, my body acting on it’s own. I had no control.

“Yes, yes,” I cried out and then I felt myself go past the place of no return. It started in my toes, curling as I screamed out Julian’s name and my orgasm exploded around me as I convulsed against him pushing and pulling and riding the orgasm as it rode through my bloodstream.

“Oh, Daniela, yes.” Julian groaned I felt as he pushed into me harder than he had before I felt him shudder as he came, with both of his hands pressed against my back. We rode it out together until we were both spent.