Hard Rider

“Good thinking,” Hunter nodded with a sly smile.

“I’d like to think you love me for more than just my body,” I told him, laughing. “Now let’s go ahead and round up the kidnap victims and get the fuck out of here before it’s too late.”

“Anything you say, Detective…” Hunter replied, pulling me into a deep and heavy kiss.

Chapter 57

It wasn’t long before we were pulling back up to the dilapidated bar that marked the headquarters of the Devil’s Dragons motorcycle club.

The ride back had been filled with unanswered questions. The more I thought about the events that had transpired over the night, the more that I worried about the aftermath…

Hunter pulled to a stop in front of the doors. As we dismounted, bikers surrounded us. They cheered in victory as we walked into their midst, but there were so many scattered thoughts in my head that prevented me from joining their revelry.

“We’re not done yet,” Hunter’s commanding voice rose over their jubilation. Everyone in our midst calmed down as they watched him carefully.

Their gazes followed him as he walked towards the back of the white van the Outlaws had liberated from the compound south of the border. It had barely fit through the tunnel on the way back, and I knew it was filled with teenage abductees… And a wounded friend.

As he approached, Hunter snapped his fingers and pointed at the van’s back doors. Several of the Devil’s Dragons unbarred and opened the back, and they reached in for their wounded biker.

Hunter ordered: “Talk to me, Grizz.”

The burly biker, slumped against the inner wall of the van, grumbled something into his ear. “Good to hear it, brother,” the biker president laughed and clasped his shoulder. “You’ll be in good hands soon. Ready to leave the back of this godforsaken fucking van?”

Grizz nodded softly.

“Bring him inside,” Hunter told his Dragons. It took five of them to carry his heavy, lumbering form through the crowd. Someone from another club propped the door open and flipped on some light switches as they carried their wounded comrade.

Hunter popped into the back of the van and checked on the girls. He lifted each of their chins in turn, gazing into their eyes and flicking his fingers lightly to draw their attention. When they were all vaguely responsive, he jumped out and locked the doors back up.

Smacking the side twice and gesturing to the driver, Hunter stepped aside as the engine immediately ignited and the van peeled rubber out of there.

“Where is he taking the girls?” I asked him.

“The hospital,” Hunter answered me quickly, before quickly addressing the rest of them: “Go inside, bring the maps to the empty back room, and leave behind everything we lent you for this. The money is yours to keep. Sleep well tonight, because you fucking deserve it.”

The bikers properly parked their motorcycles around the sides of the bar, and strolled indoors with their weapons, their bulletproof vests, and the entire contents of Arturo’s room spread between a dozen of them.

“The hospital?” I confirmed with him.

“Right now, those girls don’t know their ass from their elbows,” he told me. “They’re going to be suffering one hell of a hangover in the morning… better to let the authorities take over on that front.”

The authorities…

“Oh god, we’re so fucked,” I muttered into my hands. I felt Hunter step closer, and his arm wrapped around my shoulders.

“What do you mean?”

“What we did tonight…”

“What we did tonight was save lives, Sarah – three of those lives belonging to that pack of missing cheerleaders you came here so desperately to find…”

“We crossed the border illegally. We’re anonymously dropping a bunch of drug addict girls to a local hospital. I can’t take credit for this. If word gets out on what we did…”

“Word won’t get out on what we did,” Hunter reassured me.

I looked up into his eyes as he stroked strands of hair from my face. It was so hard to grasp his conviction.

“But the girls,” I insisted. “They might not remember anything now, but when they regain their coherency, they’ll sure as shit remember an army of bikers ripping them out from that shithole and dragging them back across the border...”

Hunter’s eyebrow rose.

“You’re not worried?” I asked, trying to make sense of all of this. “Aren’t you worried that the cops will come crawling all over the Devil’s Dragons for what we did tonight?”

“You leave that to me,” he smiled cryptically. “We can handle the police around here…”

“You can handle the police?” I asked. My wrists wrapped loosely around the back of his neck, and I grinned into a powerful kiss on his lips. They felt firm but soft against mine, tasting of power, strength, and beneath all the rest, tenderness.

“We should get out of here,” Hunter whispered into my ear. “The others know what to do… they can govern themselves for a little while without me.”

“But what about your prisoners? You have Fang down in your cellar…”

“My Dragons can handle him,” he shrugged. “He can wait until the goddamn morning.”

“Well… if you think so,” I murmured, kissing him on the neck. “Seeing as I’m out of a job and don’t exactly have to hurry home… Do you think your men can handle everything for few hours?”

“Everyone here is a brother right now,” Hunter chuckled. “I think that they can make do without me for a single night…”

It was less than fifteen minutes before we slipped back into his house. Well, I say ‘slipped’, but what I really meant is more like ‘crashed.’

His front door flew open, keys jammed into the doorknob, and my back slammed into a wall. While my arms were wrapped around his neck, and my ankles around his waist, Hunter was keeping me supported from beneath with his hands.

I reached down and yanked out the keys as he kicked the door shut with the back of a boot. Locking it with a quick flick of my wrist, I dropped the keys on the floor near the door before he swept me further into the house, knocking down stray bits of décor and the odd framed picture from the walls.

I heard glass shatter and books clatter against the hardwood floors as he kissed me with passionate fervor. My ass plopped down on the countertop of his kitchen island as his lips descended upon my neck, hands wandering along my clothes.

Hunter was possessed with deep, unyielding lust for me… and after the tensions of the last few nights, I was eager to submit to his feral needs.

After all, I was starved for his love myself.

My back arched as he wormed a saliva-slick finger into my panties, stroking along the outer lips of my labia. My clit responded to his small strokes, swelling with need, and I drifted my knees apart to make his efforts easier.

With a sudden ferocity, I grabbed both edges of his open leather jacket in my fists, yanking him into a powerful lip-lock.

Hunter’s tongue swirled against mine, and I tasted his ruggedness and sweat within my mouth. Meanwhile, he was slipping his finger inside my wet pussy, forcing my lips into a gasp against his own.

A moan escaped my mouth and straight into his as I welcomed his yearning digit inside. My hips began to rock slightly against his movements, allowing him further access inside my trembling body.

Hunter decided that it was time we made things a little easier, so he withdrew from me and began ripping my clothes off. I did the same to him, pulling his leather jacket from his broad, sculpted form before tugging off his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans…

He caught my wrists there, spinning me to face away from him. I planted my hands down on the countertop of the kitchen island as he unclipped and tossed aside my bra, leaving me in my panties against him.

Eager to tease me, I felt him unsheathe himself and plant his thick, hot cock between my thighs. Hunter pressed against my body, rubbing the rock-hard erection against the covered lips of my pus

sy to bring me closer to peak arousal.

“Oh, you teasing little bastard…”

“Nothing little about me, detective…”

The massive tool between my thighs attested to that much – that was for certain.

With my argument stripped from my lips, he hooked both thumbs into the lining of my panties and dragged them down my hips, until they dropped to my ankles.

Instead of trying to slip his steamy, throbbing cock into my welcoming and wet slit, Hunter reached around to slip two fingers into my mouth. I tasted my own essence on one, and eagerly suckled the digits until he pulled them back from my lips.

With a firm but gentle pressure, he pushed them both into my sopping wet pussy. Pleased by how he stretched my chasm, I gasped in satisfaction and tried to spread my ankles further. The panties offered some light bondage that excited me more than kicking them off, so I allowed them to keep my ankles merely a foot, maybe a foot and a half apart.

“Oh god, Hunter,” I moaned as he plunged the fingers deeper into my body. “That feels so good… I love your fingers inside my wet pussy, Hunter… finger me harder…”

A husky chuckle escaped his lips and into my ear. “Oh, since when did you become so dirty, detective?”

I reached back and grabbed the nape of his neck, pressing him closer into my ear. “Shut up and finger-fuck me harder, Hunter…”