The Biker's Protection - Book 3 (Motorcycle Club Romance) (Ghosts of the Prairie Motorcycle Club) (5 page)

“Who wants you to leave town?”

“I’m guessing it’s revenge from Carolyn, my stepmom. I guess she wants me to sell the house, pack up, and leave. Looks like she hired some muscle.” 

Savannah dashed to her room and stripped off her wet clothes. As she changed, she tried to calm down but it was hard when her heart was racing so fast. She grabbed a towel for the dog.

 Trenton ordered calmly, “Tell me what happened.”

“We were walking. We got chased. They pushed us down to the lake shore,” she said. “Then try to scare us by drowning us. I was scared shitless!”

“The cops are fucking coming,” he said.

“Oh, gosh!” exclaimed Savannah. “I am so done with this crap! I don’t want the cops here again.”

Trenton put a quiet hand on her. “So am I honey,” he said. “Let’s put one foot in front of the other and take care of this thing.”

“Carolyn is such a bitch to harass a lady and her dog.”

“How can she afford to pay for them?” Trenton asked. “I thought she was poor.”

“She’s probably sleeping with the captain, knowing her. She can seduce anyone and get them to do her bidding. Trust me, she’s an excellent manipulator. I know firsthand. I’ve seen her handiwork up-close and personal.”

“It’s not very smart. If those bikers don’t know, they will know soon that you’re associated with bikers as well. I think it’s time they have an encounter with Ghosts of the Prairie.” 

Sheriff Doug made a point of handling the call himself. He wanted to know if she thought she could identify any of the bikers. She couldn’t because it was dark and the biker who tried to scare her by drowning wore a mask. It was such a frustrating reality that these people harassed her and they were anonymous. What the hell?

“You know, and I know that this probably is connected with your stepmother and Paul Kerley. We need solid proof. And we don’t have that. So let’s let it go for tonight. Get some rest. I know that Foley is out there battling the arson fire. I’ll put some uniformed officers at your house. I know Trenton is here, but maybe it’d help you to rest easier. Would that be okay?” he asked.

Savannah nodded.

Remarkably she was able to sleep. Despite how revved up she was and fighting mad, Savannah drifted off to sleep, with Beau at her feet. 

There was a knock on the door and she woke up.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, groggily.

“I’m here to make fucking sure no one lays a hand on you.”

He sounded so protective, and it made her feel safe knowing he was there.

“Thanks for the offer, but I’m very well protected tonight.”

“I know. But I still had to come.”

“You have to be wiped out,” said she said, stroking the hair from his face.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “But making sure you’re okay. It’s my top priority.”

“So what’s going on?”

“Huge fire. Intentionally set.”

“Do you guys know right away if it’s been intentionally set?” she asked. “Or does it take a while to figure out all the clues?”

“Sometimes yes, and sometimes no,” he answered. “They knew right away with this one.”

Savannah felt as though she were immersed in total security. What could be safer than to have gorgeous, brawny biker next to her?

“I can’t fucking stop thinking about you,” he said.

“I can’t either. All I keep thinking about is how good it’s going to feel to have you inside me, pounding me, licking me, and tasting me.”

“Shit. Don’t talk like that. Or I’m going throw you up against that wall and kiss you.”

“Then do it, already. Throw me down and have your way with me. I’ll fuck you wherever you want.”

He just looked at me with lust in his eyes.

“I’m ready, wet, and waiting,” she said.  

And that’s all it took to get him turned on. His lips crashed into her. Immediately, her whole insides stirred. They coiled up with arousal, winding and winding with anticipation. She squirmed on the mattress in the sheets, writhing to position herself for his access. His hardness grazed her as he lifted himself above her. He traced her body, letting his fingertips glide on the peaks and valleys of her frame. Savannah was a petite woman but a voluptuous one. She had curves where she needed them most and was pleasantly slight where it was most flattering. 

Foley’s large palm cupped the full weight of her breast. He lowered his mouth to her like he knew her. The heat of his mouth as his tongue lathed her pebbling nipple wired to her core. She practically thrashed against him with urgency. Every part of her cried out for him. 

He pressed his lips on hers. Savannah received his kiss hungrily. The soft tendrils of his long hair fell forward and tickled her faces. He tasted and smelled so wonderful. She extended her tongue into his mouth, yearning to touch every part of him. To join with him. As their mouths ravished one another, their hands groped and felt. 

Foley’s ripped torso was like touching finely carved wood. He was so smooth, hard and chiseled. She could see him with her fingertips, every contact forming a clear image in her mind. She let her hands glide over his back and down the curves of his magnificent buttocks. Her fingers teased the crevice there before she pressed and urged. 

He lifted up so he could look at her. The light of the moon and the security light spilled into the room though muted by the gauzy curtains of her window. There was just enough light on her milky white skin. She could see on his face that he was pleased with what he saw. It would be a short-lived sleep. In just a few hours, he would be called back out. He skimmed her body with feathery fingertips exhilarating her. Enervating her. All the electric touches coiled in her belly, readying her more and more. 

His fingers found her center. He kneaded the slick entrance of her body and penetrated her. His fingers were warm and firm inside of her. She arched against the mattress, her belly jutted up towards him. He leaned down and kissed her stomach. He extended his tongue and circled her navel. Savannah pressed her thighs against his hips as the ecstasy gripped her.  He broke from his attention there to suckle each nipple. His head went from one breast to the other, delivering intense wet heat. He drew on her soft skin, gently nibbling between his teeth and he tantalized the wetness between her legs.

Savannah reached for his erection as it nudged at the soft inside of her thigh. Foley was wonderfully well endowed. His skin was so soft while he was very hard. She leaned up and lazed her tongue around his mouth, rimming his lips. She was consumed by wanton, erotic passion. She possessed by a new boldness. She wickedly let her knees fell apart as wide as they could. Foley nestled in between them. 

His belly touched hers. He rose up from her, pushing up on his palms which Savannah levered him into her. He pushed until he filled her completely. Savannah’s eyelids fluttered with the wondrous feel of him. He was so large, so hot and their chemistry was so intense. She drew in deep breaths until her body acclimated to his.

The feel of him inside of her rushed her with exhilaration. Her belly was electrified. He began to move, each little stroke and pressure pushed her dangerously up and over a sweet edge.  The excitement of their contact lit up every erogenous point. Even the sensitive dip at the base of her neck pulsed. His eyes and mouth curled with a faint smile as he beamed at her. His hips moved into her slowly, sensually, teasingly. She pushed her knees upward to take him into her as deeply as she could go. The pressure was deliciously antagonizing. 

Savannah climaxed during sex before but not without a bit of work. Sex like this was mind-blowing.

Fucking mind-blowing!

She had never experienced such electricity with a partner before.  Foley took her breath. A tightness coiled in her chest as sensitivity wound in her core. His strokes transformed to thrusts as he became more enraptured. Savannah watched him become possessed with the same intense pleasure that claimed her. 

A pleasure that took her to another plane. That caused her to waiver in and out of consciousness. Their union was so intense, so passionate, so wild, so amazing. Foley tipped her to her side. Savannah’s hip and buttocks flexed. He glided his fingertips over her firm flesh as he maneuvered her leg over so that he could take her from a three-quarters position. This way he could take her from behind, and they could still gaze into one another’s eyes. 

Savannah parted her thighs. As Foley drove into her, she touched herself. She wanted the moment to last and at the same time culminate. She brought herself just high enough, to know a wondrous sense of ecstasy before backing off, so her pleasure would sustain. She did this a few times before she could hold off no more. In fact, she climbed to the pinnacle of her pleasure involuntarily. 

She escalated her arousal via her touch. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath to will herself not to go any further. She was immersed. Her body hummed with ecstasy. Her body was tight with ecstasy. Foley moved her again, encouraging her over completely. He drew her hips back onto him so that she was sitting on his lap, both of them facing in the same direction. 

The sensation of taking him so deeply, as the weight of her body caused him to impale her fully, set the works in motion. It was the perfect combination of everything. An orgasm flooded through her mercilessly. She released, moans escaped her throat from deep within. The room was spinning as Foley hammered into her with such power. He took her hips so firmly, positioning them until his body seized with the same passion that had just overtaken her.

They were both blithering, wailing masses, tangled in the sheets. They writhed, moving to milk the last spasm of sweet climaxes for everything they had to offer until there was no more. For now. 

They rose once they settled back down to earth and stepped into the shower. Savannah’s long hair was matted by the sex and by the streaming water. As was her habit, she doused her hair with conditioner just to manage it. 

“Shit, girl,” he said. “That was hot. So fucking hot.” 

Savannah knew Foley was tired, from tending to her and from fighting fires. And from delivering hot, unforgettable sex, definitely putting out her fire. Her spirit was still revved by what they had just shared. It was the stuff of chick flicks. A shiver ran through her as she recalled the heated moments. 

Foley’s touch on her hair sent tingles coursing all over. Deep hypnotic tingles that were intoxicating. They put her in a trance. His touch grew more deliberate, more intense. Just by the slowness of his rhythm did he make her think of sex. Again. She just had the best sex of her life, and yet she craved it again.

The prodding of his erection at the small of her back told her he was craving it too. She teetered with sexual intoxication. She struggled to keep her arousal-heavy eyelids open as she lazed her back against the grid of muscles that was his chest. 

Foley’s mouth clamped onto the base of her neck. She cried out at his sensual vampire move. He made her nipples hard and sensitive under the flowing water. She never knew what her gal pals saw in bikers or why they thought they were so hot. Sure; they had a very distinct maleness about them, and that had appeal. But now Savannah found every nuance about them completely and powerfully erotic. 

Foley definitely knew how to love. He knew where to kiss her and with what kind of pressure to kiss her. There was no fear of the slippery surface. Savannah turned, faced him. She wove her arms around his neck and locked lips. She was fearless, not timid at all now. Foley was hers at least in this way. At least now. She foraged his mouth with her plundering tongue, taking all that he had. 

They were completely in sync. She raised her leg, and he stooped. He was inside of her easily.

“Fuck, yeah,” he said as he nibbled her neck.

His heat seared her through up to her belly. It was delicious. He was so hard, so horny. Foley cupped her buttocks and drove into her without mercy. He was as aroused as she was. Like when they came together they were starting half way through. It would not take long before the two of them were writhing with blistering climax.

The moment he was inside of her Savannah knew she was going to come. Her body ached pleasantly with the telltale sensation of an eminent orgasm. She reached between her legs between her legs and pleasured herself. She worked it with a speedy rhythm without relent until she was on that involuntary mode, clenching endlessly on Foley’s hardness. 

Foley chased his own pleasure. He hammered into her until he released into her, tumbling into rapture.  He was so powerful. His stiffened, seized with ecstasy. Their moans filled the shower. Soon their wailing became deep breaths as their moment peaked and ebbed. Finally, Foley and Savannah tilted their foreheads as they came back to earth. The water gently pelted them.

 She invited him into her bed, and they snuggled together the rest of the night.

Chapter 8

The captain of the Ghosts of the Prairie, Danny White Feather, called a meeting of some of the members who happened to be at Devil’s Lake. The Ghosts of the Prairie were local to Parshall a few hours away.  But they had chapters scattered all over Nebraska, and one of their favorite places to spend time away was in Devil’s Lake. Danny was a newlywed, and he and his wife had actually been honeymooning. Trenton had a girlfriend with property in Devil’s Lake.