The Erotic Motorcycle Club Collection (3 Hot Biker Stories) (9 page)

Chapter 11

Claimed

The next morning, after a shower with Dex that turned into another round of really hot sex, we packed up and got ready to head back home. Climbing up behind him on the motorcycle felt right. I wrapped my arms tightly around him and felt a thrill surge through my body as he started the bike and we were off. The trip back was much more pleasant than the way there. Dex and I talked, shouting over the sounds of the bike as we passed the beautiful countryside. I learned more about his childhood and he learned more about mine. I told him about my fears, and my dreams of adventure. When we stopped at night in another dingy motel, we spent more time fucking on the bed, in the shower, and against the walls than we did sleeping. In the morning, he woke me up with a soft kiss and then made love to me sweetly and tenderly.

“You know, I think you owe me a million dollars,” Dex said as he pulled his shirt on. I gave him a confused look. “You bet me a million dollars that I couldn't seduce you, remember? And I'm pretty sure you were begging me to fuck you last night,” he said with a cocky grin.

I groaned and threw my shirt at him. “You better be careful or you won't get any more of that,” I warned, but couldn't keep from smiling as well. He was right. I was finally happy to be claimed by Dex. Even thinking about it sent a shiver through me. I was his.

“I love that smart little mouth,” Dex said, coming up behind me. “You are really fucking annoying, but I loved that fire in you, from the very first night. I knew you were something special.” He kissed my neck gently and once again, I couldn't resist him.

By the time we approached my hometown, I felt a lump in my throat and a fear knotting in my stomach. How could I say goodbye to Dex? How could I return to my old life that I now dreaded. Without Dex, my life would feel empty.

We pulled up to my place and Dex helped me off the bike. I was sore, but this time I didn't mind. We didn't speak as I unlocked the door and Dex followed me inside. The room was just as we had left it only a few days before.

“I could stay with you,” Dex said, as if reading my thoughts. “I don't want to leave you.” I threw my arms around him and pulled him close to me. But I knew I couldn't ask him to leave the Night Riders. They were his family. But I wanted to be his family too.

The unspoken words surrounded us as we both showered up and ate a quick dinner of peanut butter sandwiches at my kitchen table. Dex seemed to understand my need for silence. He just reached across the table and held my hand in his for a few moments, before leading me back to my bedroom.

Dex pulled me down onto the bed with him and kissed me deeply, like he was afraid he would never get the chance again. He slowly peeled the clothes off my sore, tired body and kissed gently down my throat. His lips were warm against my skin and I closed my eyes, letting him work his way down my body. He moved torturously slowly,  as if he were memorizing each curve of my body. We made love desperately, both too afraid to admit it might be the last time.

Dex fell asleep with his strong, heavy arm around my waist. I snuggled up to him, basking in the afterglow. Looking at the chiseled plains of his sleeping face, I realized that I couldn't say goodbye. I could go with him. I could live out the adventures that had always filled my dreams. I realized that for the first time, I was willing to give up the safety and security of the known and enter the unknown. As long as Dex was by my side, I would always be home.

Epilogue

I jumped up in excitement from the motel bed where I had been reading my trashy romance novel. I heard Dex's motorcycle pulling up and I couldn't wait to throw my arms around him and show him the sexy little outfit I had picked out just to turn him on.  Dex walked through the door, his manly stride filling the space with his imposing presence. I thought back to when I had first seen him and thought that he was frightening, despite my instant physical attraction to him. I laughed at myself. Dex might look like a big, bad biker but despite that tough exterior he was the kindest, most loving man I had ever met. I never felt safer than when I was in his arms.

I went to throw my arms around him and Dex caught me in his strong arm, pulling me tight to his chest and kissing the top of my head. I smiled up at him and he beamed right back. It took a moment before I realized that he was keeping one arm hidden behind his back. I pushed back from him and tried to get a peek, but Dex kept turning, keeping his surprise hidden.

“Dex! What is it?” I demanded. I could tell he was enjoying messing with me. I stood and planted my hands on my hips, doing my best to look annoyed but failing miserably as he grinned at me.

“I got you a present,” he replied. “But first you need to close your eyes.” I closed my eyes obediently, even managing not to take a tiny peek as I waited. I wanted to give Dex the satisfaction of surprising me. I felt Dex place something over my shoulders. It felt heavy, but not uncomfortable. “Okay, open your eyes now,” he said excitedly. My eyes snapped open and I looked over at the mirror on the opposite wall. Dex had placed a leather jacket on my shoulders. I pulled it off so I could get a better look and grinned right back at him. It was a smaller version of the jacket that he and all of the Night Riders wore, including my own patch. I was now officially a member of the Night Riders Motorcycle Club. I pulled the jacket on and admired myself in the mirror. I looked like a tough bitch. And I felt like one too. I was so different from the sheltered girl Dex had met in that bar only one month ago. I threw my arms around him.

“Thank you Dex. It is perfect.” I raised my face and planted a kiss on his soft, warm lips.

“I love you, Sarah,” he replied. “And now you are one of us. You are family and every single Night Rider is here to protect you and kick the ass of anyone who messes with you.” I glanced at myself in the mirror again, admiring my reflection.

“I'm pretty no one will mess with me if I'm wearing this jacket,” I said, striking my best badass pose. I looked so different from the girl I used to be. My new leather jacket, my  wild, wavy hair that fell in long waves down my back, and my smudged, imperfect makeup painted the picture of a woman who was tough and knew what she wanted. I was no longer the timid girl from a small town in Nebraska who was afraid to live her life. I was Sarah, a member of the Night Riders, Dex's old lady, and a kick-ass adventurer.

“We gotta hit the road soon,” Dex said, glancing at the clock. “Jason got a tip on where the Vipers might be hiding out and we gotta act on it before the trail goes cold.” I nodded seriously and started throwing the rest of my belongings in the bag. Dex had sworn to track down the Vipers and make them pay for what they had done to me. After that, he and the Night Riders were going to go straight. There was plenty of danger and adventure to be had, but I knew Dex never wanted to put me in that position again. He wanted to build a life with me and that was all I needed. I gave him one more long kiss before we shut the motel door behind us and headed out onto the road again.