Hard Rider

“I’m so glad you’re here, babe,” she murmured as her face dived into my neck. Sarah had ripped her clothes off and climbed into bed naked beside me.

It was just the three of us:

Her.

Me.

The baby.

“I wasn’t gonna leave you out here alone,” I mumbled half-asleep. “Dangerous in Los Angeles… Talon and his club control the underbelly of the port, but there’s plenty of criminal activity in the city alone…”

“Shhh,” Sarah whispered, a finger pressing against my lips. “Just lie here and let me take care of things…”

“Take care of… things?”

“Shhh…”

I felt her hand grope around my cock, and relaxed my head back down into the pillow. With drowsy satisfaction, I enjoyed how it sprung to life within her grasp, hardening at her touch.

Sarah seemed to enjoy that as well, as I soon felt her lips wrapping around the thick rod and pumping it with her mouth.

“Oh god, Princess…”

“Shhh…” she reminded me after pulling it free from her lips. “Only a door between us and the Dragons…”

I took the hint and put away the dirty talk as her wet, velvety mouth slid around my throbbing cock. Stifling a grown, I enjoyed Sarah’s warmth as she began to bob up and down on my manhood, her curvy lips sucking down what I had to offer.

I bit my lower lip in frustration that I couldn’t tell her how great that felt, knowing that my voice would descend into telltale groans.

It didn’t help that I could hear the Dragons making merry just yards away, only separated by a door that didn’t even touch the ground or the ceiling.

I tapped her shoulder twice to let her know that I was getting close, and she plucked my cock from her mouth and gave it a few lasting strokes. Before I could come, she stopped, releasing my member and allowing the potential orgasm to die back down.

After a moment, I felt her ascending the cot, rising to take my cock inside her. It was only when she pressed her needful hips down against mine that I realized how wet she really was.

Her lower lips slid down effortlessly, taking my mammoth equipment into her slickened chasm like it was nothing.

“Fuck, Sarah…”

“Shhh!” She insisted quietly.

“Don’t know if I can do ‘Shhh’ much longer…”

She steadied herself against the bedding and started pummeling her hips against mine. I clutched my fingertips into her shoulders as she pushed downwards over and over, forcing my generous length up inside her as far as possible.

Our bodies rocked together in the dark, only our touch and the slight sounds of our quiet panting and groaning to distinguish us.

The way she was taking charge was primal, and I loved every second of it. I loved how she needed my cock, how she craved it, how badly she wanted it satisfying her…

My hands slipped down to her hips as she continued, holding her in place against my pelvis while she undulated her back. I reached forward and took one breast in my hand, fumbling around for the nipple until I could lightly twist it between my fingers.

A slight yelp rang out in the dark, and we stopped when we thought we heard the commotion outside draw to a close, but then there was another round of clinking beers, and the coast was clear.

Both my hands were tweaking her nipples now, careful to keep her tender breasts from enduring any pressure.

“I’m gonna come, baby,” I heard her whisper in the dark. “I can feel it now, I think it’s starting to happen…”

“Do it,” I murmured as quietly as possible, placing a palm along her cheek. “Come for me.”

I felt her nod, and she clenched her muscles and dug her fingertips into my chest as she pummeled my hips even harder.

I was silently thankful for the soft, quiet material of our raised bedding when she finally came, her spine whiplashing with pleasure and her hips pushing so hard against mine that it almost hurt.

Feeling and not seeing the pleasure pushed me to my own climax, and the building pressure inside my cock exploded with release. I thrust my rock-hard erection as far up into her as I could manage as I pumped more of my seed into her welcoming body.

Sarah collapsed against me in bed. She was panting with lust fulfilled as my chest rose and fell, again and again, sucking in as much air as it could have.

“That was incredible,” she whispered in my ear. “I loved feeling you but not seeing you… I could only rely on your touch, and it made it so much more…”

I chuckled drowsily. “That was definitely intense.”

“It sure was,” she smiled in the dark.

“We’ll figure this all out, Sarah,” I reassured her. “I know you need to find this container. I’ll sic my boys on Los Angeles, and we’ll handle this the way we handled Tucson – sniffing out leads and knocking on doors.”

“You really mean that?”

“Of course,” I told her. “We’re here for the long haul. We’ll help you sort this case out, whether it takes forever or a few days…”

“Talon’s up to something,” she replied thoughtfully, pulling up closer against my chest. “I can feel it.”

“I know, baby. He’s a dangerous one, though… better to not trespass on his territory if you can help it, especially after the stunt you pulled earlier…”

“Even if he’s behind this somehow? I’m telling you, Talon is involved!”

“Talon was pretty clear that he was going to start rolling heads if you or I – hell, if any of us stepped foot in that port again,” I softly replied. “Pissing him off again so soon isn’t such a hot idea…”

She went quiet, thinking on this while nuzzling my chest. My mind swam in endorphins after a solid round of fucking.

Everything was warm and comfortable.

Sleep was dragging me down hard…

Sarah

I tried to fall asleep, but the ache in my lower back combined with my fears and paranoia to keep me wide awake in the makeshift bedroom. I peeled myself away from Hunter’s muscular body and threw on a t-shirt and panties with every intent of coming back to bed after I grabbed a glass of water…

Until I saw the notification light flash on my phone.

A feeling of unease and washed over me. I pulled on a pair of jeans, then quickly scooped up

the phone. Stepping out into the main space of the abandoned restaurant I made my way past the sleeping bikers and stepped out the front door for a bit of privacy.

The text message came from a number I didn’t recognize, but there was no doubt who was on the other end. It was my client…

My real client.

You’re running out of time, Sarah… And I’m getting impatient. Tell me I didn’t make a mistake when I hired you.

I stared long and hard at the message before tapping out a reply.

Who is this?

I held my breath and hit send. Only a few seconds passed before the dreadful sound of a text message pinged from the tiny speaker.

Do you love your father?

A cold sweat beaded on my forehead as I stared at the phone. Another message came through, and this time, it was a picture.

It was a picture of Daddy’s house.

I thought back to my aging sheriff father, with his limp and the cane that supported his step.

He’s not involved in any of this!

I knew my protest was going to fall on deaf ears, but how the fuck could anyone go and threaten my family? Fear was starting to be replaced by anger.

He’s involved now. Where is the cargo?

My fingers moved fast, flashing over the keyboard in a rage fueled flurry.

At the bottom of the ocean, according to Talon. He says the ship dumped it offshore and he has men out looking for it. I’m doing what you paid me to do. This is between you and me. Leave my family out of this!

I smashed the send button and stood there on the verge of hyperventilating.

You’re going to have to do better than that, Sarah. You have three days. For the sake of your family, find my cargo… Or prove who’s responsible for its absence.

There was a long silence as I read and re-read the message.

And Sarah… If you do anything to warn your father, anything at all, there will be no force on earth that will find his broken body.

Two days later…

True to his word, Hunter was helping me. His men were scouring the streets looking for information, and he’d already managed to bribe someone at the port to provide him with information on Talon’s salvage efforts offshore.