Hard Rider

One bullet for confusing my woman.

The other one for attacking the club.

If I had the men with me, I could just toss the sonuvabitch in the swamp and let the gators do their thing, but I’d just have to make do on my own. He was a big guy, so I’d probably have to work at rolling him into the ditch that would be his motherfucking grave.

That’s right, I thought to myself.

This ain’t just about me no more.

It’s about the sanctity of the club…

I would take care of this Devil’s Dragon for Gridlock’s sake. Then he’d have to promote me to right-hand man.

When the old fucker kicked it, I’d be in charge of the club. The Bayou Boys would be mine.

Bayou Boys motorcycle club president...

I liked the sound of that.

I switched lanes, staying just out of sight of my prey.

This big fucker is smart.

But I am smarter.

And all I had to do was hang back here, waiting to see what they’d do next…

Kate

It was way too dangerous to head back to Lafayette or New Orleans. We weren’t about to risk running into one of the Bayou Boys…

But we still needed to make a stop.

The trees on the left side of the interstate briefly cleared. There were a plenty of fast food chains over there. It was the first sign of real civilization that we’d seen since crossing Lake Ponchartrain.

We left the highway and pulled into a late night burger spot. The lobby was still open, so we hit the head, then sat down with some classic greasy burgers and a shitload of coffee. At this point I was tired and could barely remember the last time my head hit a pillow, but I had to keep moving.

“So, what now?” I quietly asked him, halfway through munching on my fries. “Are we just gonna keep on and head straight to El Paso, or what?”

Grizz looked weary. Whatever he’d been up to since I was captured, it had definitely taken its toll on him.

“I wish I could,” he grunted, “but I don’t have the energy for that. It’s a long ride, and I’ve already made a few of those today…”

“Oh yeah? Where’d you go?”

“Florida.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Florida? Grizz, why the hell did you go to Florida?”

He took a quick swig of creamy chocolate milkshake. “Needed supplies.”

“The jumbo can of pepper spray?”

“That was plan B. Plan A was guns. Lots of guns…”

“You didn’t keep to Plan A because…”

“Was ready if I had to,” he told me, glancing up from his burger and tugging his vest slightly open. I could see the pair of handguns holstered beneath. “Have a couple more of them strapped up on the back of the bike. Guns mean I die, or I go to prison for dropping a lot of men. Too much noise. I’m alone here, and people know I’m in town. It wouldn’t be hard to put two and two together. A biker club gets shot up and they’d be pointing fingers. Cops would be all over me before I hit the state line.”

“So you cut the lights and gas the building?” I whispered.

“Seemed like a good idea at the time…” Grizz replied.

He looked disheartened, even angry.

“Today, nobody dies.”

I couldn’t really argue with that.

“So, I guess we’re not riding out tonight, huh?”

“Afraid not.”

“What’s the plan?”

His gaze shifted over to the bored cashier, who was texting on her phone behind the counter.

“I need to find somewhere for us to stay overnight. Adrenaline kept me going earlier. Pushing myself too much lately. Just don’t have it in me to make it there in one shot.”

“A motel?” I asked.

“That’s what I was thinking.”

“Probably a good idea,” I nodded, taking a sip of my drink. “No reason to risk it. The Bayou Boys probably think we’re in New Orleans… or halfway to El Paso.”

“Hoping they don’t expect us to stop so early,” he told me, standing up. “Not even to Baton Rouge yet. Still about another hour and a half to Lafayette.”

Grizz wandered over to the cashier and pulled her into a quiet chat while I took another bite of burger, gazing mindlessly over at his side of the table. He’d already decimated most of his food.

Made sense.

It had been a big day.

Twenty minutes later, we were pulling up to a local motel a couple of miles down. The place was this rundown little row of buildings just off the road, decorated sparsely with withered, out-of-place foliage. What it lacked in charm it made up for in isolation.

Grizz set up the room and paid for a night while I stood by the bike, thinking about everything that we’d been through.

If you’d told me upwards of a month ago that all of this shit was about to go down, I’d have laughed in your face.

But here we were.

My life was changed forever, and I knew it. Whatever abandonment issues I’d had with Grizz in the past, all that was long gone. Even if I hadn’t been convinced before, tonight sure as hell did the trick.

Tired or not, I knew exactly how I was going to thank him.

Grizz walked out with the key, just as someone started pulling into the parking lot. I climbed onto his bike behind him, and we drove the short distance over to the building that we needed.

Grizz unlocked the door to Room 108, and we flicked on some lights. The place had a real 70’s feel to it, with old, stained carpeting and streaked linoleum. Fake wood trim ran half-up along the walls, and a tube television sat across from the stiff bed on its wire frame.

“Been a long day. I need a shower,” Grizz offhandedly told me. “Just make yourself comfortable. Gonna be here ‘til morning.”

When I was certain that Grizz was in the shower, I checked the door locks and slipped into the bathroom. It was about time that I properly thanked my hero.

It was small, especially with his large and burly size, but the shower was just big enough for the two of us… I pulled the glass door open, and Grizz wiped his eyes and glanced at me in surprise.

“Kate – what are you–”

“Shh,” I cooed, slipping in and closing the door behind myself. “It’s been a long night, yeah? Why not let me help you relax…?”

A sly smile crossed his lips.

“Couldn’t wait, could you?”

“No…” I grinned, dropping down to my knees. “You keep doing what you’re doing… I’m got a job to do…”

With that, I took his stirring cock between my lips, gliding down the thick rod as he groaned with pleasure.

My hand cupped his huge balls lightly as I bobbed up and down the thick, salty member. He hadn’t begun to wash his rod yet, so the thin layer of sweat intermingled with the saltiness from his pre-cum while the water ran down onto my face.

“Just like that, baby,” he murmured.

“Mhmm,” I moaned in agreement, swallowing down another inch of his flesh.

By now, he’d completely given up on cleaning, and his hands were now holding my head in place around his twitching dick.

“Jesus,” he groaned.

I plucked the cock free from my mouth and smiled. “That good?”

Grizz nodded his head with a grin and pushed my face down into his hips again. I took his display of dominance in stride, engulfing his huge cock with my lips down almost to the base.

Although I didn’t think I’d ever take that entire thing into my mouth. Any semblance of self control was lost as he took full control, his strong hands using me for his pleasure. Minutes stretched out as my tongue rolled carefully around him with every long sliding thrust of his cock.

“I’m gonna come,” he grunted.

I tried to answer, but I was raised to not speak with my mouth full.

Instead, I threw everything into sucking him down, holding onto his clenching hips for support as I bobbed my lips over his trembling

erection. When I was stable enough, I slipped a hand free to stroke the shaft, eager to push him to the edge.

Grizz’s palms slapped against the shower wall above and behind me, and he groaned with need as his thick cock let loose rope after rope of his hot seed into my mouth. I felt it coating the back of my throat, trailing across my tongue.

I swallowed, rose to his side, and began to lather his strong, sturdy muscles. He started to move into position to pleasure me, but I stopped him.

“Not in here,” I smiled.

“Oh?”

“Not a whole lot of room. I want to spread out nice and wide on that bed…”

Grizz chuckled, his eyes flashing with mischief. “Bed doesn’t look too comfortable. Might be a bit stiff for your tastes.”

I graced his bearded chin with the point of my index finger and smiled lustfully.

“We’ll just have to break it in, then.”