Hell Ride: An MC Biker Romance (Free Guns MC) (3 page)

“When he tried the second time, I reached onto the counter and stabbed him in the leg with a knife. I didn’t realize that I hit an artery. There was so much blood and I didn’t know what to do. I…I was a kid. I dialed 9-1-1, but when they told me to stem the bleeding, I refused. I couldn’t bear to touch my uncle, not after what he’d done to me. I-” 

“Kat. Don’t.”

“I let him die!” The words were ripped out of her, laden with regret she hadn’t quite learned how to let go of. “I watched him, as I sat huddled in a corner and let him bleed to death. It took me years to understand what had happened to me, but I realized I didn’t want to understand. So, I locked that piece of my life away, except it never really went away. I joined a motorcycle club, I had sex with strangers all the time, I placed myself in dangerous situations, and I did everything I could to change myself, to be this badass biker bitch. None of it worked though. I still have the scars, I’m still damaged goods.”

Strong hands clamped around Kat’s shoulders. He brought her back from her memories, memories she hadn’t even realized she’d been dwelling on. Slowly the room came into view, smudged and clouded by tears. It was only then that Kat realized she was shaking. Little whimpers sounded from her throat, like a wounded animal. But, that was what Kat was, wounded.

Nine years ago, she’d thought running from her past and submerging herself in reckless behavior would heal her. She believed building a new life that was completely different from her old life would change her. Solomon Parker had brought that all down. He ripped apart the barriers she’d tried her damnedest to build by just being himself.

“You are not damaged goods, Kat.” Solomon shook her, as he tried to drill it into her with his rainwater eyes and his steely baritone. “You are perfect.
Fucking perfect
.”

Kat shook her head. All the vulnerability she’d tried to hide from him was coming to the surface. “I killed him.”

“No, you protected yourself.” Solomon turned his head, his eyes burned fiercely and his upper lip curled in distaste. “I would have cut off his dick, fed it to him, and watched him choke on it.”

Kat flinched away from the dispassionate way he said the words. It was the sort of calm clarity of a sociopath. He noticed it immediately and turned back to her, as his expression became sympathetic.

“I’m so sorry you went through that, Kat.”

Nodding, he reached up and wiped her tears with the fleshy part of her hand. “It made me stronger. I went through shit and I survived it.”

Solomon smiled, though there was still violence in his eyes and a loathing for a man whom she’d killed over a decade ago. It made Kat feel a little better, knowing that he felt so strongly about her darkest secret. It was the thing that she’d let control her for the better part of her life. She wouldn’t let it control her anymore. The past had to be buried. Kat knew that and that was what she was trying to do.

Lifting her head, she turned to Solomon. She needed him. “You had to know. The person I was when I was in the Free Guns was still that little scared girl who didn’t know how to deal with her problems. I steeled my heart and locked it away. I didn’t know how to deal with it when the lock broke. I’m ready now. Solomon, I love you.”

It felt so good to say the words. So right.

Solomon stared at her for a long moment, as demons raged behind his eyes. But slowly, as if they were being vanquished one by one, they disappeared. Kat thought that was what she must have looked like when she’d finally confronted her problems and then let them go.

Leaning over to him, Kat kissed him. Simple and sweet, the kiss took the bitterness off of their earlier conversation. The past had been recognized, but now it was time to bury it again. But this time, Kat said her last goodbye, shed her last tear, and walked away from the horrors of her childhood. She couldn’t change the past, she could only choose how she was going to live with it.

Cool lips pressed firmly into hers, as Solomon kissed her back. His arms snaked around her to press her into him. Kat smiled against his lips, as she settled on his lap, her knees pushing into the worn leather of her couch.

A second later, Solomon stood up. His arms wrapped tightly around her. He ducked and moved his arms under the back of her thighs. Then, he picked her up princess-style. Yet, he never broke the kiss.

“I want you,” Kat whispered against his lips, as she kissed his strong jaw and felt the stubble there.
 

“I want you more
,” Solomon growled, as he moved to the bedroom and placed her on the sheets. Kat felt his hands on her body, as he stripped off her clothes.

Her eyes moved around the bedroom. She noticed the small changes, masculine changes. A black towel hung on the door leading to her private bathroom. A pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt had been thrown over a chair in the corner. Small touches everywhere, declaring that a man lived in the room.

Even as her body pressed into cool cotton sheets, Kat noticed a difference. She’d never owned black sheets, always choosing lighter colors; but, Solomon had chosen black sheets for
his
room.

“You shouldn’t be thinking, Kit-Kat,” Solomon purred, as he stripped off her underwear and went to work on his own clothes.

Smiling like an idiot. Kat stretched and thrust her breasts out. It felt right to be naked with him, good. “Not at all?” she said, teasing him.

Solomon groaned, as his cock sprang out from his boxers. Almost instantly, Kat felt a wetness between her thighs, causing her to squirm on the bed.

Solomon smiled down at her like he knew exactly what she wanted, as he kicked away his jeans. “If it isn’t about me being inside of you, then you shouldn’t be thinking it.”

Kat laughed out loud, but the sound was cut short by Solomon’s hands on her thighs, as he pushed her legs wide. Kat moaned, as the cool air hit her heated flesh and his eyes devoured her body. “You’re soaking wet, Kit-Kat. Did you miss me?” Solomon purred, as he trailed a finger down her thigh and to her outer lips.

Kat bit her tongue, as he traced his fingers over the damp flesh. The man knew how to tease her.

“Please. I need you inside me now. It’s been too long,” Kat moaned, as she let him flick the gentle nub of her clit.

Suddenly, his fingers were gone, but they were immediately replaced by the thick heat of him. It wasn't the greatest sensation at first, but it was one Kat would never forget. It was as if Solomon was going home, carving himself into her body. It felt good and right.

Slowly, he worked himself into her body. Kat arched involuntarily, her fingers twisting in the sheets. He filled her, satisfied her, and completed her with everything he was. It wasn’t just sex anymore. Kat wondered if it had ever been just sex. Solomon had always been different and, somewhere deep inside, Kat had always known that.

Again, Kat arched her back and thrust her breasts invitingly into the air. She was rewarded when Solomon bent down and latched onto a nipple. Then, he gripped her hips and thrust completely into her, lodging himself into her body.

On a sharp gasp, her hands went to his back gouging scores into his skin. "Careful, Solomon, my breasts are a little tender."

He just nodded and drew back. Then, he buried his head in the valley of her breasts, as he continued to thrust into her. There was no finesse to his movements, no measurements. It was pure instinct that drove Solomon on. Kat could feel it in the muscle she clamped down on. She could hear it in the unrestrained groans that came from his lips and taste it on his sweat soaked skin.

The barriers between them were broken, like ashes in the wind. Kat couldn’t think anymore. She couldn’t understand what was happening to her body and to his. Everything melded together. They were fused so tightly that somehow the world disappeared.

"Solomon!" Kat screamed out, as her hands ripped his t-shirt and her teeth bit hard into his bicep. She forced him to pull her more firmly against him. As he did, he thrust back into her harder, more viscously.

"Fuck, Kit-Kat!" Solomon groaned loudly, slamming into her. The pain mixed with the pleasure and blended together until neither of them could remember what it felt like to be without the other person.

This is what I want!
It wasn't perfect or clean or pretty. It was a craving, an obsession to be with another human being. The need to get as far deep inside of them as a person could go. Kat couldn't remember when she'd started feeling this way about Solomon. She wasn’t sure when she had begun to crave him like she needed him to keep her sane.

Solomon slammed his palms flat against the headboard. As he came, his knees shook and his hips bucked uncontrollably. Kat was a second behind him, clutching onto him, and crushing her breasts to his chest, as she sobbed out her release. Holding onto him with shaking arms, she spasmed against him. Her nails wracked his back, as she tightened her thighs and clenched her inner muscles.

Very slowly, she released Solomon and settled back on the bed. The sheets seemed freezing cold on her overheated body. They panted for long minutes. Neither of them spoke, as their bodies warmed, then cooled on Solomon’s black cotton sheets. Solomon levered himself off of Kat and propped his elbow up on the bed, placing his head in his hand.

He lifted his hand and reached towards her, running his fingers through her short locks. "Your hair looks good. Did you do something different?" Solomon asked tiredly, rolling a thick brown curls between his fingertips.

Kat tipped her head back. She looked at him with her lips bruised, eyes bright, and cheeks glowing. A satisfied smile played on her lips, as she answered him, "Got it cut two weeks ago."

"Hmm...I like it," Solomon mumbled tiredly, as he pulled Kat closer to him. He buried his nose in her locks before he pulled out of her. Then, he slid down the bed to wrap his arms around her middle and place his ear against her stomach.

Long seconds faded as they sat in companionable silence. They were still wrapped in each other’s arms with Solomon listening for any sounds from his unborn child.

This is where I belong
, Kat thought, as she closed her eyes and drew Solomon’s unique fragrance into her nose.

“The baby is mine, right, Kat?” Solomon asked quietly into the darkened room.

Kat laughed softly and breathed out a small sigh. “Yes. I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

“Good.”

Kat smiled at the possessive note in his tone before she reached down to hold Solomon’s head and watch him listen to the child moving inside. “Solomon, what are we going to do?”

He propped his arms up and climbed up the bed to kiss her on the lips. “About?”

Kat smiled as she wound her arms around his neck and frowned up at him. “About the Free Guns. About our jobs. About the baby.” Kat paused and leaned up to lick his lower lip and give it a bite mark. “Basically, what are we going to do about our lives?”

Solomon swooped down and claimed her lips and tongue until she couldn’t breathe. She didn’t really want to breathe, if she was being honest. But then he drew back, leaving her hot, heavy, and very horny.

“We’ll take it one day at a time, Kit-Kat,” Solomon whispered, moving back down the bed and placing light kisses on her collarbone, her breasts, and lower still.

Kat’s breaths came out as little pants. Her eyes following his every movement. “But--”

“We’ll start,” he said, keeping her gaze, as he kissed her left then right nipple, “with a wedding.”

Kat jumped and clapped her hands on either side of his head. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

Solomon gently removed her hands from his head. He climbed over the side of the bed to bend down naked on one knee. He reached into the drawer of the side table and pulled out a red velvet box. “Kathy Janine
Sullivan, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?
”

For a brief second, time stopped for Kat. Memories of everything they’d gone through during their rollercoaster relationship came back to her. Then, it disappeared. The past had no place in their future. The sins she’d committed would not taint the life she would lead. They were new people, strengthened by the secrets they’d shared. Together, they would solve whatever problems arose. Whatever difficulties they faced with their jobs, their club, and their family, they would face together.