Rush - Blue Devils MC Book 2 (Book 1 Included FREE for a short time only!) (29 page)

Ella

Lain laid her down on the bed and she stared up at him with joy thrumming through her veins. He was such a force of nature - too sexy and fuckable for his own good. She reached up and ran her hands through his dark brown hair, then clenched her fist in his hair and pulled him down on her. He laid across her, carefully placing his weight on his elbows and off her. Their faces were only inches apart when he smiled at her. She flicked her tongue across her lips, and then, unable to wait anymore, she pulled him the rest of the way down.

She closed her eyes and sighed with happiness and lust as their lips met. It was fireworks exploding and orchestras playing and choirs singing and every other cheesy analogy that she’d always read in romance books but had never experienced in real life. Yeah, she was 29, and yeah, she lived in New York. She’d fucked more than her fair share of guys.

But Lain…this was so much more than a quick tumble in the hay. He made her feel all of the shit fairytales had always promised but had never delivered.

He made her feel special.

He pulled her tongue into his mouth and she explored, strong, sure, confident in what she wanted. She rolled him over so she was laying on top of him, staring down at him. She traced her fingernail across his chest. “So, are you ready to fuck a New York Yankees fan?” she said teasingly. “Are you sure that’s even allowed in the state of Arizona?”

“I’m an outlaw,” he said, grinning. “Laws aren’t something I worry about too much.”

She grinned back. “I’ve always wanted to fuck an outlaw,” she whispered, and then ducked her head to meet his lips. Their tongues dueled and played, darting in and out, teasing. He reached up and wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled her closer. The urgency rose between them. Laughter gone, he ran his hands up and down her, stroking her, telling her with words and gestures how beautiful he thought she was. How much he loved her curves. How much he loved her smile.

And for the first time in Ella’s adult life, she believed a man who told her she was beautiful. Because it was so much more than lip service. It was in his eyes and his hands and his arms and his toes - he really thought she was beautiful.

She realized through a haze of alcohol that this thought only made partial sense -
how did his toes tell her anything?
- but instead of fighting the alcohol and regaining her senses, she gave into it. She let her stress and her perfectionism and her need to always be in control go and gave herself over to feelings.

It was liberating.

He lifted her and pulled her up towards him, as if she weighed no more than a Barbie doll, until she was leaning on her elbows on top of him, her breasts hanging down, settling on either side of his head. His objective achieved, he began suckling on her tits, switching back and forth between them, sucking, nibbling, pulling. It was sending flames of desire through her.

It was amazing.

He flipped her back over, laying her on her back as he worked his way down her stomach. He ran his tongue around the edge of her belly button and then down to her pussy. He licked his tongue up one side of her pussy and down the other, loving it, telling her how good she tasted and how good she smelled before plunging into her moist center. His tongue stroked her clit and she moaned with pleasure.

“It…feels…so…fucking good!” she said, panting, high on sex and love and lust. “Oh Gooooooddddddd!!!” she moaned, her hips bucking as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. Slowly, she settled back down, and he pushed a rough, calloused finger inside of her.

“You’re so goddamn wet,” he said with a groan, then pushed two fingers inside of her. He began pumping his fingers in and out, running his thumb over her clit, teasing it, stroking it, with every move inside of her. It was heaven at the center of her, and she was going to ride this wave of pleasure forever.

Suddenly his fingers were gone and she moaned, missing them, and then his cock slid inside of her. “Oh…fuck…
yes!
” she groaned, her voice husky, and she breathed him in, the desert air, his aftershave, leather. “Please…I need…I want…” She couldn’t remember what she was going to ask or say but she knew she needed it. Needed it all. Needed him.

He began fucking her, sliding in and out, riding her, groaning her name. She felt the orgasm building inside of her, growing, spreading, tingling all over. “Lain!” she shouted.

“Ella, oh Els, I’m gonna…Ella I’m gonna come!” His back arched and he poured his seed into her.

Slowly, ever so slowly, they drifted back to earth, and she rolled over against him, and they slept.

Chapter 13

~ Lain ~

Beep. Beep.
Beep
.
BEEP!

Lain rolled over and blindly whacked at the alarm clock until it finally shut up. Opening one eyeball, he saw Ella staring at him, surprise and alarm written all over her face. He grinned at her and she started laughing.

“Do you always start your mornings out by murdering your alarm clock?” she asked drily.

“Maybe. There is
perhaps
a good chance that my mother buys me an alarm clock every Christmas because she knows I’ve destroyed the last one she gave me.” He reached out and ran his hand up her arm and to her face, stroking his thumb across her plump, pink lips. “Now this is a view I could wake up to every morning.”

She curled her lips around the tip of his thumb and began sucking it into her mouth, running her teeth along the calloused pad. He closed his eyes, loving the sucking motion, imagining her replicating the movement on his cock…

She sat up. “Hold on,
why
was the alarm going off?”

“Fuck!” Lain said, sitting up in a panic. “Today is the charity ride for Dad. We’ve got a lot of shit to get together before we can head out.” He regretfully slid his legs off the bed and stood up, willing his dick to calm down. It seemed pretty happy with the idea of fucking Ella, and he did too.

For the first time that he could recall, he regretted being in the club. His dick and his mind were in perfect agreement - there would be no better way to start the morning off than a sexy, slow round of lovemaking with Ella.

Lovemaking? Since when the fuck did you start calling fucking ‘lovemaking’?

“I need to go back to my motel room so I can get dressed,” Ella interrupted his thoughts.

“We can do that, but we also need to stop by my mom’s house.” Ella looked at him, wide-eyed and more than a little panicked. “Don’t worry,” he reassured her, “this will be a short visit. She has leather chaps from the days of her riding with Dad, and you’ll want to borrow those today. She was about your size when she wore them, so I think they’ll fit you nicely. She also has a close-faced helmet you’ll want to wear instead of the open-faced one you’ve been borrowing from me. We’ll be hitting freeways and without good face protection, you’ll get wind-burnt and damn miserable in no time. Not to mention that in case of a wreck, this is a better helmet to be wearing.”

Ella reached out her hand and touched his shoulder. “Thank you.” He felt a shiver of lust and…something else he couldn’t identify run up his spine at her touch and tone of voice. “I really appreciate you caring so much about my safety. I love that you’re smartly stupid about riding.” He laughed, a lightness in his chest that was starting to feel almost…normal. Right.

Although the alarm had gone off at 5:45 a.m., it seemed like time flew by as they worked to get breakfast (breakfast burritos to the rescue again) and morning ablutions out of the way. Finally, they pulled up in front of Lain’s mother’s house at 6:45.

“Is she expecting us this early?” Ella asked, once Lain cut the engine on the Harley. They swung off the bike and began walking up to the front door of the adorable, if small, cottage-style home. Lain could see Ella taking it all in - the stone pathway, the hibiscus bushes, the saguaro in the corner of the yard - and wondered what she thought of it. It was his childhood home and although it was small and humble, it was well loved.

“Today’s ride is in memory of her husband’s death,” Lain said quietly. Ella drew in a quick breath and he knew she hadn’t thought of it in those terms before. “She only wishes she could come on the ride with us, but she was never the motorcyclist - my dad was. After he died, she stayed in the club as an honorary Old Lady but she never attended another get-together. It was too hard. In a small way, you could say the club killed her husband. It’s…complicated.”

“God, I’m sorry, Lain,” Ella said, looking up at him. He smiled down at her and stroked a blonde strand of hair out of her face. “You couldn’t have known. Let’s go in, shall we?” Ella straightened her shoulders and nodded determinedly as Lain gave a perfunctory knock on the front door and then opened it up.

“Hey baby!” he heard from the back of the house, and then his mom appeared, hobbling down the hallway towards them. Her right side of her face was scarred, as was her right arm. She couldn’t walk without a limp - her left leg had never healed quite right after the accident. He heard the tiniest of gasps from Ella, and then she was moving forward, shaking hands with his mom, introducing herself, asking her questions - putting her at ease.

Lain felt an overwhelming sense of pride in Ella at the moment. He’d intentionally not told Ella about his mother’s crippled condition and scarred appearance because he wanted to see how she would react. He’d never brought a sheep home before - had never even
considered
bringing one home before - and knew that meeting his mother would be the best test of Ella’s character that he could ever come up with.

His mom had been on the back of his dad’s bike the day the accident had happened, riding bitch. It was his dad’s body that had saved her life, but she’d never physically be the same again.

That ride had taken her husband, her best friend, her looks, and her mobility.

Complicated
didn’t begin to describe her feelings towards the club.

“Here are the chaps,” his mom said, handing the folded leather pants over to Ella. “I think they’ll fit you just fine. Back when I got around better, I was your size, if you can believe that.” Ella laughed sweetly.

“Well, I really appreciate you lending these to me. When my boss told me back in New York to go write a story about a motorcycle club, it didn’t occur to me that I’d need leather chaps. I’ve sure learned a lot since I got here.”

Lain could tell his mother was going to invite Ella to sit down and have a cup of coffee and discuss the weather, how hard he was to potty train, and peace in the Middle East if he didn’t get Ella out of there quick. It was nice that Ella and his mother got along but he didn’t think potty training stories was a good idea, not to mention they really had to hit the road. He was antsy to get to the clubhouse and see how many riders had shown up that morning.

“Well, Mom, thanks for the chaps,” he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, “but we need to get going. Where’s the helmet at?” She grabbed it from the kitchen counter and handed it over.

“Well, dear, it was real nice to meet you,” she said, and pulled Ella in for a hug. Surprised, it took Ella a moment to respond but she wrapped her arms around his mom and hugged her back. “You come back real soon, you hear? And tell me all about how you met Lain and why you have such an awful accent.” They laughed like old friends, and Lain felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He was okay if his mother liked Ella - who wouldn’t? - but they couldn’t get all conspiracy and friendly and shit together. That seemed like a downright awful idea to him.

He pulled Ella along, back out the door and to the motorcycle. He shoved the chaps and extra helmet into his saddlebags. “To El Rancho?” he asked as he went.

“That’d be great,” Ella said. “Your mom was on that bike when your dad died, wasn’t she,” she said, a statement rather than a question. Lain marveled again at her intelligence. If Brock thought he was going to pull one over on her, he was going to be sorely disappointed.

“Yes,” he said quietly. He waited for her response. Would she be angry with him for hiding this from her beforehand?

“The weight gain is because she can’t move very well, and that’s caused her diabetes.” Another statement of fact.

He nodded slowly. “She was quite the looker before the accident. My dad had always claimed she was the cutest girl he’d ever laid eyes on. Even with an Old Lady, most MC members sleep around, but my dad never did. I think he knew my mom would kill him if he even considered it.”

Ella nodded solemnly. “That day took a lot from her, and from you. No wonder you’re so concerned about safety. Did you ever blame the club for what happened?”

He shifted uncomfortably. “We need to get going - we need to stop at the motel and then to the clubhouse. I should probably be there to help get people going in the right direction.” She hesitated for a moment and he could see it in her eyes - she wanted to press for more information - but instead she nodded. “All right,” she said, “I’ll pester you with questions later.”

“Something to look forward to,” he laughed and she smiled back. The mood lightened as they rode to the motel and she hurriedly brushed her teeth and changed her clothes. They almost didn’t make it back out the door as Lain watched the most beautiful chick he’d ever seen strip in front of him. Putting clothes back on seemed like such a travesty. His palms itched to reach out and fondle her tits, and pull her up against him as he kissed her.

She ran to the bathroom and brushed and braided her hair in a plait down her back. He’d never seen her with her hair braided before, but he instantly approved. At 85 mph down the freeway, loose hair was a nightmare.

Finally she was ready, chaps on, closed-face helmet on, and tennis shoes on. He would have felt better if she wore steel-toed boots instead but since these were the most substantial footwear she’d packed, he reluctantly agreed. She filled out those leather chaps in ways that made his mind go wild with ideas. He felt himself harden at the idea of fucking Ella wearing nothing but those amazing leather chaps. He tried to tell himself that they were his mother’s, and tamp down his enthusiasm for the idea that way, but it didn’t seem to make a goddamn bit of difference to his dick.

“Hey, I need to ask you a favor,” Ella said, breaking into his thoughts.

“What’s up?”

“I want to take a picture of the Blue Devils riding by in formation down the road. I think that’d make a great action shot that Dan will love.”

“Oh, sure,” he said, relieved to be thinking about something else other than fucking her. Perhaps his dick would calm down if he concentrated on action shots.

Which only made him think of the cum shot in porn, which did
not
help with the hard-on situation one single bit.

Dammit.

They headed over to the clubhouse and when they pulled into the parking lot, Lain was happy to see bikes and RVs and sponsor vehicles everywhere. This was a good turnout for them. He coasted into a bay of the garage and into a corner. He wanted to keep his bike out of the way, and out of the sun. It was only 7:30 but the sun was already starting to beat down. It was going to be a scorcher.

Ella pulled her helmet off and laid it on the seat. He stroked her hair back and then couldn’t help himself - he took one quick sip of heaven. Her breath was minty from her toothpaste and he wanted nothing more than to back her against the garage wall and fuck her senseless.

“Goddammit,” he swore, pulling away from her. He looked down at her amazingly beautiful green eyes and fucking felt his heart skip a beat. He thought that shit only happened in chick flicks.

She smiled up at him, and he felt…joy.

He wasn’t sure if this pleased or terrified him more.