Undaunted (The Kings of Retribution MC)

ention. Devastation. What the hell is going on? I run over to him as he makes his way to his bike, mounting it.

“Logan!” I yell out. It doesn’t take me but a second to be at his side. I reach out, touching his arm, “Logan, what’s wrong?”

He looks to the sky letting out a long sigh before he finally turns his face to looks at me. “Angel, I need to get out of here. Take a ride with me.”

It’s more of a plea than a demand or a question. He hands me a helmet and I slip it on as I climb on the back of his bike and wrap my arms tightly around his waist, nestling into his back, inhaling the smell of his leather cut, forgetting all about the fact that I decided to wear a short skirt today.

I hear Jake call out to him as we peel away from the compound and through the gate.

We ride for what seems like forever with the sun upon our backs until we pull off the main road down a small narrow dirt one that seems to be more like a nature trail. It’s blanketed by an endless tree canopy until it suddenly opens into a clearing and in front of us is a breathtaking lake. The water looks so clear that there’s a mirror image of the blue green sky and white pillowed clouds from above.

Logan stops the bike up under a large oak tree, putting the kickstand down just before turning the motor off. I don’t bother trying to ask any questions so I carefully slide off the bike trying not to flash every woodland creature, as my dress tries to fly up with the warm spring breeze. Quietly I stand by his side and wait him out.

He reaches his hand out, grabbing at my hip. Pulling me closer, he wraps his arms around my waist. His grip tightens.

“Logan?” I barely get out before I’m lifted off the ground as he places me on his lap. I now have my legs spread on either side of Logan’s, as we sit on his bike under the shade of the oak tree. His hands still firmly on my hips.

“Angel...” He leans forward resting his forehead on mine. “I just need to hold you.”

I look at him, seeing a myriad of emotions behind his beautiful eyes. The turmoil he’s feeling is so strong my heart aches. I can feel his emotions seeping from his fingertips right into me. I move my head, placing my lips on the side of his face, slowly and lightly placing soft kisses along his jawline until I reach the sweet spot just under his ear on the side of his neck, as my hands run across the top of his broad shoulders. Raising my hands, I cradle his face in my palms, never breaking eye contact, whispering, “Talk to me.”

Running his large hand up to the small of my back he pulls me into his body, closing the gap between us, until my chest presses against his. Gripping the back of my neck he kisses me. An all-consuming kiss, that makes you want to cry it’s so good. The kind where you feel like your feet have left the earth. Logan is pouring everything into this kiss. My body—my soul is consuming all of it as if it’s the very essence I need to stay alive.

His lips leave mine, only for him to whisper, “You are so fucking beautiful.”

He slowly lowers me until my back is resting against the gas tank. His eyes are hooded with desire as he lets his hands slowly run down my arms, caressing my skin, igniting a fire on my flesh with every stroke. Slowly, he unbuttons my top, exposing my white lace covered breasts. “I’ve wanted to fuck you on the back of my bike since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he rasps.

Bending forward he pulls the cups of my bra down before taking my nipple into his mouth, causing my breaths to quicken. I arch my back, eager for more as he moves to my other breast giving it equal attention. Running his hands up my thighs, he slowly pushing my skirt up around my waist.

“It’s sinful all the things I want to do to you, Bella.”

Watching me, he shifts my panties to one side, running his finger over my slit, then starts working my clit, moving in a circular motion. I’m so turned on watching him, watching me, combined with being out in the open that it doesn’t take long before I’m standing right on the edge of my orgasm. As soon as his finger slides into my opening, stroking my inner wall, I lose it.

“That’s it, come for me,” he demands.

As soon as those words leave his mouth my orgasm rips through my body. I don’t even have time to catch my breath before I hear the clink of his belt buckle and the zipper of his jeans as he frees his thick cock. Panting, all I can do is watch as he pumps his shaft a few times, coating himself with my wetness, before gripping my hip with one hand, and positioning the head of his cock at my opening with the other, and in one hard thrust he buries himself inside me, causing me to moan with pleasure.

“Fuck,” he groans, “you feel so good.”

With my hands clasping the handle bars, I use the leverage to rock my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust as he drives into me.

Leaning forward Logan hitches my leg higher up his waist. The angle has me riding the line between pleasure and pain. Growling, he grabs both my hips as he pounds harder. Seeing him lose himself in me is my undoing. I come harder than I ever have before, screaming out his name. Flashes of lights dance behind my eyes as my vision blurs and my back arches. I hear Logan moan as he follows with his own release.

I’m coming down from the euphoric high of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, when he slides his arm under my back, lifting me and pressing my chest to his, softly kissing me.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Tucking himself back into his jeans, Logan proceeds to clean me up. He helps me stand before getting off the bike himself. I go about fixing my clothes starting with pulling my skirt down, then buttoning the long sleeve blue jean shirt I’m wearing. I’m starting to regret my choice of wardrobe when I feel a breeze pick up. Logan notices me shiver and unstraps the rolled-up blanket from his bike, wrapping it around my shoulders. He guides me to the edge of the lake, where we sit down on the grass, but I end up pulled into his lap with my back to his chest and his arms around my waist instead, as we stare out at the clear water.

“It’s absolutely beautiful out here Logan. I’ve never seen this place before.”

“Few people know that this place is here.” He tells me, “My mom used to bring me out here.”

Continuing, he lets out a heavy sigh. “She died on my tenth birthday. We were heading out to this lake when she lost control of the car, going over the guardrail.”

My heart sinks for him, “I’m so sorry.” I couldn’t imagine losing my mom.

“I got busted up pretty bad. Didn’t even get to see her buried.”