Thrash (Rebel Riders MC Book 1) Page 16

  “Oh my God, what happened to you?” I say. “And how the hell did you find me here?

  “I found you because you talked about this place, once. And I was listening,” he says. “As for the rest… that was Hammer.”

  “Is he?”

  “Dead? Yeah.”

  “Are we in danger? What’s going on, Thrash?”

  He shakes his head. “I think he was the only one who knew. Riot’s cleaning up the mess at my place, so as long as we lay low, we should be ok. Listen, I’d really like to come in. Can you open the door for me? Or do I need to get a boombox and blast some Peter Gabriel in front of your bedroom window?”

  His smile gets wider and he winks at me. Then winces at the pain of winking with his bruised face.

  It melts my heart.

  “Don’t. Please. No Peter Gabriel. That scene was so dumb.”

  I open the door and he steps inside. He’s confident, despite looking like he’s been through a meat grinder, and his presence is comforting, despite everything that’s gone on between us I can’t deny that I missed his presence.

  “Hey, Daisy,” he says, with a nod to my mom.

  “Thrash,” she says, smiling back. “So good to see you.”

  “Mind if I grab a seat?” He says, looking at me.

  I nod and he pulls up a chair and I take a seat on the bed opposite him. My mom, with a smile on her face, gets up and comes over to me and gives me a kiss on the forehead.

  “I think I’m going to head out and grab a cup of coffee at that diner across the street, dear,” she says. “I’ll be a while. A long while, if you understand.”

  “Mom, please don’t embarrass me.”

  “I don’t know what you mean, dear.”

  The door shuts behind her and Thrash looks to me.

  “How is she doing?” He says.

  “Well enough. I’m sure she’ll complain a bit tomorrow about being tired, but that’s fair, I did wake her up in the middle of the night for an impromptu road trip,” I say. “But I know you didn’t come here to check on my mom.”

  Thrash nods and lets out an affirmative grunt. “Fair enough. I’m not here just to check on Daisy, though she’s a nice woman and you’re lucky to have her. I came because I saw all the cash we stole, except for your share, go up in flames; I came because I nearly died; I came because, while all that was happening, the only thing I could think about was how important you are to me and how I had to keep you safe.”

  “Excuse me?”

  I’m speechless, my tongue frozen to the roof of my mouth in surprise.

  Thrash moves from his chair to sit beside me on the bed.

  “The truth and I have a complicated relationship, Alice, and that’s putting it lightly,” he says, then takes a deep breath. “But the truth is, you are the most valuable thing in my life. I’ll burn down everything I own just to keep you safe. I want you back. It won’t be perfect. It won’t be easy. I’m going to make mistakes, I’m going to slip up, but I will always tell you the truth and I will never forget how important you are to me.”

  His sincerity cuts to the heart of me. Part of me is screaming to believe him, and part of me is so afraid of being hurt again. He’s a man who always has an agenda, a plan, an ulterior motive.

  Can I risk it?

  My heart is screaming ‘yes’, but the rest of me is screaming to be cautious.

  “Thrash, I don’t know,” I start to say. Then I look at him. Really look at him. Beneath the bruises, deep in his eyes I see that he’s being utterly sincere. He means every single fucking word.

  “I’d burn it all down for you, Alice. Every last bill. You’re what matters.”

  I want to respond, but I can’t say the words I need to say.

  My heart hurts, my emotions are pulling me in so many different directions, and my thoughts are scattered to the wind after this hellish night.

  Even though I can’t say it, I sure as hell can show it.

  I lean forward and I press my lips to his.

  And I keep them there, while my heart thunders in my chest and my breath comes fast and short with excitement. While my whole body lights with love.

  Tonight is the second chance I’ve been looking for. A chance to start over with a man by my side who will give anything to keep me safe.

  “I love you,” I whisper.

  “I love you, too,” he answers.

  He pushes me backward onto the bed and climbs atop me. I let out a yelp. He glances over at the clock and then back to me. There’s a wicked grin on his face.

  “We’ve got at least an hour alone.”

  I smile back at him.

  “Then we’d better get started.”

  Epilogue

  Thrash

  One week later

  Things have been quiet since that spectacular failure of a night, when I burnt more cash than I’ve ever seen and came away with the most valuable thing of all: her.

  The five of us — Riot, Creole, Lexie, Alice, and myself — are gathered around her kitchen table. We’ve all got beers in our hands, and there’s at least a dozen empty bottles on the table in front of us. Riot’s got his cigar — my gift from that night a week ago — lit and held between his teeth. Creole’s got a cigarette burning away lazily in the ashtray in front of him.

  It’s not a bad way to spend an afternoon, surrounded by friends, ready to divvy up what’s still a decent amount of cash.

  “You sure it’s safe?” Alice says.

  “It’s been a week. None of the Reaper’s Sons are looking around town for the money. None of them even know Hammer’s dead. They all think he took the cash himself and split. Killing the prospects, burning down his house, that was just his way to torch evidence before he fled. As far as they’re concerned, he’s on some beach in Jamaica, living like a fucking king,” I say.

  Which is all the better for us. Hammer turned out to be the perfect scapegoat. There were more than a few members of his club that had a beef with that violent bastard and were ready to believe that he’d be the type to rip off his own MC.

  Since that night, I’ve walked in line with the club. Today’s the first time that I’ve left the grow op — and that was only with Bull’s say-so. The man’s eyebrows nearly shot off his forehead when I asked for permission.

  “You sure you want to divide things up like this, Alice?” Creole says. “Not your fault that the rest of us lost our share, yeah?”

  “Al and I talked it over. We wouldn’t have any of this money without you guys,” Lexie says. “You deserve a share.”

  “Then let’s do this,” Riot says.

  Alice leaves the table for just a moment, heading to a hall closet just outside the kitchen. She comes back with a duffel bag that’s loaded with her and Lexie’s shares of the cash we stole from the Reaper’s Sons.

  She casually steps up to the table, unzips the bag, and then unceremoniously dumps the cash all over the table. It falls in a messy pile and Alice’s face lights up with a smile.

  “I’ve always wanted to do that,” she says.

  Riot and Creole both let out an appreciative whistle at the cash. Even Lexie’s eyes get wider, though I’m sure she’s looked at the cash more than once since the night we stole it.

  But I hardly see the money.

  All I see is her, and how damn hot she is.

  “Now, I’ve done the math and it comes out to about twenty-two thousand each,” she says, taking several stacks of money and setting them in front of each of us.

  “I double-checked her math, by the way,” Lexie adds. “I also may have rolled around naked on top of this cash. Several times.”

  “Still, it’s a hell of a loss. All that money up in smoke,” Riot says.

  “More money than you had a week ago, though, isn’t it?” Creole says.

  “When you look at it that way, yeah.”

  Creole shrugs. “Though if you don’t want your share, I’ll take it off your hands.”

  Lexie divides up the money and so
on, they’re all handling their share of the money; Creole’s idly flipping through the bills, Riot’s shoving them into a backpack he brought along, and Alice and Lexie are both putting theirs in orderly, even stacks. I haven’t touched mine. All I give a damn about is that woman sitting across the table from me.

  It’s been a week since we’ve been together that night in San Luis, and since then, I’ve been keeping my distance and keeping up appearances — working hard for the MC and doing what I can to keep on everyone’s good side. But I can’t contain myself anymore.

  “Since everyone’s got what they came for, maybe now would be a good time for you all to get the fuck out of here,” I say, giving pointed looks to Lexie, Riot, and Creole.

  “Damn, man, have a little more tact than that,” Riot says, teasing.

  “Fine. Hows this: leave so I can fuck Alice. That subtle enough for you?”

  “That’s not subtle at all,” Creole says. “You want subtle? You say something like ‘it’s late, everybody, how about we call it a night?’ And then you do the fucking.”

  “Jesus, dude, I haven’t seen Alice in a week. Just give us some privacy, ok?” I say.

  Creole and Lexie both take the hint and grab their cash and go. Riot — determined to be an asshole — keeps his seat. Until I punch him in the shoulder. Then, laughing, he finally takes his backpack full of cash and leaves.

  They’re hardly at the door before I look to Alice. My blood is already running hot and I’m already hard thinking about how bad I want to fuck her. A week without her sweetness is torture.

  “Way to be subtle back there, Lloyd,” she says, smiling.

  “Pardon me for knowing what I want, Ms. Alice,” I say, standing up and taking a few steps towards her. She’s never looked more delicious than she looks right now; dressed casually in some jeans and an old t-shirt, but looking as relaxed and happy as I’ve ever seen her.

  The pile of cash on the table in front of her doesn’t hurt the picture, either.

  I pull her into an embrace and press my lips to hers. My heart is burning with desire for her, and we’ve hardly been kissing for more than a few seconds before I’m already reaching for the buttons on her jeans.

  “Holy shit, Thrash, slow down. We can’t do this now — my mom will be home any minute,” she says, slapping my hands away.

  I grin at her. “No, she won’t.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I told her I was coming over today. I called her earlier. Talked to Eleanor, too. They won’t be back for hours.”

  “You told my mother to leave her own home so we could have sex?” Her mouth is gaping in shocked surprise and I can’t help but picture how it’d look to have my cock between those sweet lips of hers.

  I laugh. “Not in those words, but, yeah. Your mom and I are close — hell, I’m her fucking dealer.”

  Alice lets out a yelp as I scoop her up and start to carry her up the stairs.

  “I can’t believe you’re doing this,” she says, trying to sound scandalized between moans as I kiss her with every step to the bedroom.

  “If you’re shocked by this, wait until we get to the part where I fuck you in your old bedroom.”

  That gets a real gasp out of her.

  Well, it’s either that or I’ve just set her flat on her old bed and ripped her shirt off. Fabric tears and I throw the ruined shirt aside. Perched above her, I take a second and just look down at her. Her tits are perfect, perky and just the right fucking size, with her nipples hard and pressing through the fabric of her bra.

  God damn, I will never get tired of her curves.

  She takes my second of hesitation to lean forward, and she easily undoes the buttons to my jeans. With a devilish smile, she pulls my jeans down off my waist and frees my cock from my underwear.

  “You know, back in college, when I came home for the summers, I never had any boys over here.”

  My eyes get wide. “That means?”

  “You’ll be the first, ever, to have me in this bedroom.”

  Hot damn.

  My cock surges in her firm grip and she gently kisses my rock hard shaft. Just the touch of her is like fire against my skin, igniting my passion and burning away my resistance — it takes all my effort not to just push her on her back and fuck her brains out.

  She slithers forward on the bed, twisting and bending her curvaceous body in ways that nearly make my eyes bulge and, in seconds, she’s chest down on the bed, her ass up — how does someone so small have an ass like that? — and her full lips give my cock a toe-tingling kiss.

  She works my dick relentlessly, sucking it like a pro and moaning while she takes my cock deep in her throat. The vibrations of her pleasure are electrifying, sending my eyes rolling back in their sockets and pulling a groan of pleasure from deep inside me.

  “God damn, where the hell did you learn that?”

  “Natural talent, I guess,” she says, smiling up at me with the head of my dick against her sweet lips. She strokes one hand up and down my dick, moving in a slow rhythm that slowly gets faster, while her other hand fondles my balls, and she wraps her lips around the head of my dick and teases it with her tongue.

  “It’s been a week since I’ve tasted you,” she moans. “Do you know how long that is?”

  “Too fucking long,” I answer. “Holy hell you’ve got a talented mouth.”

  I close my eyes and let my head loll back. Release is rising in my balls and I’m not going to do a damn thing to hold it back; I’m going to fucking enjoy every second of this.

  “Swallow it, baby.”

  My cock tenses, swelling as I release in her mouth. She lets out a pleased groan and keeps her lips in a tight seal around my cock as I release in her mouth.

  When my cock stops twitching, I open my eyes. Her unbelievable body is stretched out below me and my cock stays rock fucking hard.

  She’s in for it, now.

  I flip her over and grab her by the hips, raising her plump ass off the bed just enough to get a good angle before I fuck her deep.

  “Oh god, Thrash, yes, just like that,” she screams. “I’ve wanted your dick so bad this last week.”

  Taking a grip of her hair, I yank her head back. “You know how many times I’ve fucking jacked it thinking about your tight pussy?”

  She lets out this deep-throated growl and tightens her sweet cunt around my cock. “You like that?” She says to me, her words coming in fast gasps.

  I crack her hard on the ass.

  “I love it, but don’t think you’re going to make me come again so quickly.”

  She clenches her pussy again, and I smack her once more on the ass. She might yelp, but I know she loves it.

  I love seeing her this way; Relaxed, free of everything holding her down, but still ready to fuck like she’s got five minutes left to live.

  I stand her up and she looks at me with wide eyes, expectant, waiting, willing.

  “To the wall,” I tell her.

  She moves where I tell her, and braces her hands against the wall, ass up and out, ready to be fucked.

  But that’s not how I want her.

  I turn her around and take one leg under my arm.

  “I’ll keep you up, trust me,” I tell her.

  “I trust you,” she whispers.

  Her words turn to a moan as I fill her. Face to face, looking in each other’s eyes, I fuck her against the wall. It’s intimate, and I watch every expression of lust and ecstasy flicker across her face as I fuck her.

  She doesn’t last long — and I get the pleasure of watching her hazel eyes roll back in her head and her long brown hair fly in every fucking direction as spasms wrack her breaking body.

  I slow my rhythm a bit while she comes, holding her close while she rides the waves of pleasure. She clenches to me tight for minutes while she shakes and moans with ecstasy, and damn does it feel good being close to her.

  When the pulses stop, she plants a kiss to my heart and wide eyes gaze up at me, inno
cent, bright, and caring. “I love you, Thrash.”

  “I love you, too,” I say, without hesitating.

  “Now fuck my brains out before my mom gets home,” she laughs.

  “Yes, Ms. Alice.”

  Her laughter turns to a howl of pleasure as I press her back against the wall and do exactly what she begged me to do: fuck her senseless. It’s not long before my balls are aching to release again, and I press my lips to hers in a fierce kiss as I let myself go inside her. It’s heaven.

  Panting, we lie back on the bed, side by side, smiling and sweaty.

  The past couple weeks have been crazy. My plans went fucking haywire and a lot of people died, and I’ve burned enough money that just the thought of it makes me shudder. But even with all that failure, I found her. The woman that, just laying next to, feels like the greatest success of all.

  I wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything.

  “I meant it, you know. When I told you I loved you,” I say.

  She sits up and puts her hand on my chest. “I meant it, too,” she says. Together, we lie like this, in a half-sleep in each other’s arms. It’s contentment. It’s peace. It’s love.

  Then, her eyes shoot wide and her hand grips my chest tight. She sits up in alarm and motions frantically for me to get dressed. The faint sound of a door opening and closing hits my ears.

  “Oh shit. That’s my mom.”

  I laugh and join Alice in the race to get dressed. Despite all the loss, this is worth it. This is something permanent. Something real. Something truly valuable.

  *****The End*****

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