Viper's Run (The Last Riders 2)

Viper was waiting for her at the bottom of the steps. When she walked to his side, he took her cane from her hand and leaned it against the bottom of the steps. Sweeping her up into his arms, he turned and went through the door that Razer was holding open with a grinning Beth by his side.

The club parking lot was filled with motorcycles; Winter wondered which one was Viper’s. Her question was quickly answered as he strode to an oversized monster on two wheels. Placing her on her feet by the bike, he left her to find a spare helmet.

“Be back in a second.” As she stood waiting, the other members stopped and stared at Viper’s bike. None said a word, but Winter could tell from their expressions that something was unusual about his bike to draw so much attention. When Viper reappeared from the factory, even Winter could see the flush on his cheeks in the dark.

“What happened to your old bike? You loved that machine; you wouldn’t even let me touch it. I know you said it needed some work so you’ve borrowed my extra. Let me take a look at it, maybe I can do something with it.” Rider said, looking at Viper’s new bike with an expression of a mixture of repugnance and disgust.

“There is no fixing it, the engine is gone. I needed a new one anyway. It was breaking down all the time,” he shrugged, helping Winter carefully onto the bike.

“It’s a weekender’s bike,” Train said with revulsion.

Viper threw him a hard glare and the bikers scrambled to their own rides.

“Put on your helmet,” Viper ordered.

Winter hesitated. “What’s a weekender’s bike?” Looking at the other bikes, she realized that none of the other bikes had a seat on the back like Viper’s. It actually looked like a small leather chair. She put on her helmet, trying to keep the tears at bay. He obviously had one installed with her in mind. The motorcycle was comfortable for her to sit on. Winter leaned forward, holding Viper around the waist as he started the engine and pulled out in the lead. She glanced sideways to see Cash with Evie at his back, who was giving her a thumbs up.

Winter couldn’t help but enjoy the moonlight run through the mountains. It was a thing of beauty, seeing the light of the town down below and the stars above. With the wind blowing, it almost seemed as if you were flying through the sky. Viper was obviously an experienced rider, taking the twist and turns of the road as if it was second nature. Winter didn’t want the ride to end and was unhappy when Viper made a signal to Cash, expecting them to turn back to the clubhouse. They continued on for another mile before their speed changed, slowly turning into a large empty lot surrounded by huge trees.

The bikers all got off their bikes. A few of them pulled blankets from the bags off their bikes and started to lay them on the ground. Cash went to a huge fire-pit built out of bricks. Removing a tarp covering the middle, he pulled a lighter from his pocket and within a few minutes a fire was steadily building strength.

As the fire built in strength, something triggered and her memory finally kicked in. “This is Cash’s homestead, isn’t it?”

Cash, who was nearby, heard her. “You recognize it?”

“Everyone who drinks in Treepoint would recognize this spot.” Winter turned to face Cash who was standing with his arm around Evie. “When I was a little girl, my dad liked to take a drink every now and then.” Everyone listened as Winter talked. Cash had never revealed much of himself to the other members and listening to someone that was associated with him before he became a member of The Last Riders gave them a revealing insight into their friend.

“Do you mind?” Winter questioned, before continuing the story.

“No.” Cash gave her a twisted smile as she recalled the memories of the place where they were standing.

“This would have been where your grandmother’s house was and I’m betting that’s her original fireplace.”

Cash’s nod confirmed her suspicions.

“Anyway, as I was saying, my father liked to drink, but Treepoint was dry during that time. Cash’s grandmother was our local liquor store. A car would pull in front of her house and blow their horn, once for beer, two for whiskey, and so on. Cash would always bring it outside in a brown bag. The whole transaction took about a minute. Your grandmother had it down to a fine art.” Winter said with true respect. Cash’s grandmother had been a respected woman in town, despite her bootlegging business. When the town finally went wet, she retired to a home closer to town. Winter had not seen her for the last couple of years; she had suffered a stroke becoming paralyzed.

“How is your grandmother?” she asked.

“Feisty and mean as ever.”

“I was sorry to hear about her stroke.”

Cash’s grin faded and his face became shrouded in the shadows of the trees as he took a step backwards.

“Thanks, I’ll tell her you were asking about her.” Winter heard Beth’s soft laughter as she wrapped her legs around Razer’s waist as he carried her into the darkness of the trees. Small groups of the members were sitting on their bikes, talking and drinking beer. Several couples were lying on the blankets that had been spread around the fire and were openly making out. When Cash dragged Evie down on one, Viper’s arm went around her waist, lifting her off her feet. Her back to his chest, he walked with her into the dark woods. They didn’t go far. Winter could still make out the members in the glow of the flames.

Viper leaned back against the tree, facing the fire so she could see the erotic sight of the members in the firelight. His hand buried itself in her hair and tilted her head back, taking her lips, his tongue slid silkily within the warmth of hers. His other hand pressed against her stomach, pressing her harder against the hardness of his cock behind his denims.

Winter felt her desire build as Viper’s hand unzipped her jacket. When it fell open, he pushed her top down until her bra was exposed. With a twist of his fingers, the closure came undone and her breasts were exposed to the chilly night.

“Viper…”

“Shh… no one can see.”

Winter tried to turn her head, but Viper claimed her mouth again as his fingers twisted an already hard nipple. A soft gasp escaped her and Viper used the opportunity to deepen his kiss. Winter’s hips began to grind back on his still covered cock. Viper’s hand left her breast to glide over her smooth stomach, unsnapping her jeans and sliding underneath to find her already wet for him. As he found her clit, teasing the small button in torturous swipes with his work roughened thumb, she was barely able to prevent herself from moaning out loud, not wanting to draw attention to them in the shadows.

Her legs tried to close to hold his fingers exactly where she wanted them. Viper’s foot tangled with hers, preventing her from moving. Winter was about to come when Viper removed his hand and returned to her breast, tracing her nipple with his wet fingers.

Winter was so lost in desire that it took several seconds to realize the hands sliding and pressing against her pussy couldn’t have been Viper’s, with one hand in her hair and the other on her breast. Her loosened jeans slid further down her hips with the aid of a hand helping their descent.

Stiffening, Winter tried again to tear her mouth away from Viper as the hand explored her silken warmth. Shuddering in need with Viper’s hand squeezing the flesh of her breast from the chest up to the tip of her nipple, Winter felt as if her nipples were on fire. When he pinched her nipples, the hand that had been caressing her pussy slid a finger deep inside, stroking her with long strokes. As her hips shifted, he added another finger.

Winter’s body was a flame of passion burning out of control, desperately needing something, but the two men had built her so high, she began to whimper in need. The hand left her aching clit and seconds later, Winter felt a wet heat licking gently against her clit. Viper released her mouth to move to her neck, biting and sucking on the soft flesh.

“Please, I need to …” Winter stopped herself, unable to go on. She should have called a halt immediately, as soon as she felt someone else touch her body, but desire had stopped her.

/> “You want to come?” Viper’s soft voice teased her ear.

Winter frantically nodded her head. “I can’t hear you.” Viper sucked harder on her neck at the same time he pinched a nipple tightly.

“Yes.” Even Winter could hear the need in her own voice. As soon as she answered, the tongue on her clit pressed down, letting her feel the cold metal ball right where she needed it most. Winter knew without a doubt who was between her legs now and it only stroked her need higher. He used the metal ball against her clit like a master, knowing just how to slide it against the inside slit of her pussy before pressing it directly on the tiny bud her clitoris protected.

When she came, Winter felt Viper’s hand cover her mouth to prevent everyone from hearing her screams. Only when she stopped shaking did Winter feel Knox remove his mouth from her, with a final flourish that almost sent her over again.

Viper’s hand smacked her ass hard to bring her back to reality.

“Don’t you dare come again, you are saving the rest for me. But that’s going to have to wait until we get back to the house; my balls are freezing off out here.”

Viper gently turned her around and fixed her bra back in place before clasping it closed. He then re-buttoned her shirt and zipped her jacket back up. It took him less than two minutes when she would have fumbled in the dark trying to put herself back together. Winter felt Knox move away as Viper redressed her.