Angels Don't Cry: A Biker Erotic Romance (5 page)

To his surprise, when he mentioned this little
puta
to the Señora, she actually remembered meeting her at her house. She advised Ramirez to have patience and watch. She expected good things from her.

Maybe the Señora was right after all.

Didn't she stop the takeover of the Strip with great ruthlessness? Yes, that was true, and did it within days of her coming to power. She also stopped the ambush. He didn't know how she did that one, but it was her. Definitely her.

Ramirez smoked his cigarette and blew a cloud of blue smoke into the night sky. Then he sighed, "Well, there is nothing for it," he shrugged. "I would like to play the game, but she is in the way. She's got to go."

He turned back to his car and saw a large man coming toward him. The big man was only a few steps away when he said, "Lizzie sends her best."

Ramirez's mind clicked and he went for his gun, but never cleared it from the holster. Three shots took him in the chest. Then he was on the ground looking up at the sky. He heard the final shot, and then there was only darkness.

"Checkmate," Liam said, and walked away.

***

Lizzie sat at her desk. It was well after four in the morning. Liam was back across the border and heading for the Roost. She understood the world her parents had left her in when they died. She understood that her Uncle was an outlaw biker and did things that were against the law, like running drugs, hookers, and stolen goods. She not only understood it, but thrived in this world.

Tonight was different though. Very different. Three nights ago she told Liam to kill a man. And without question or hesitation, Liam got on his bike and rode across the border. After two days of hunting, Liam found his prey, and now he has killed him. Ramirez was dead. It actually happened. And she was the one who made it happen. 

It had to happen. Ramirez, for whatever insane reason he had, was trying to destroy her club, the only family she had left. And in that club was the man she loved. So, Ramirez had to be dealt with.

Manny told her that Ramirez had him by the balls. That there was no way out. Lizzie snorted—there was always a way out. She just proved that, but Manny really sounded as if he was in despair on the phone. She would deal with him later. With the ambush, she couldn't just let it slide. But she would be fair. Solid, but fair.

Running her hand across the smooth surface of the desk, she thought about her Uncle Jim. She was certain he would have taken the same measures as she had. He probably would not have enjoyed it either, but he would have done what was necessary.

Ramirez was only an enforcer. He would be replaced before his body was cold. Since Liam was not discovered, the cartel had no way of knowing she was behind his death. The drug drops will continue to arrive. The club will go on. She will go on.

She sat at the desk and waited. She was going to stay here until Liam was back and safe. Then she was going to ride with him, on her own bike, to his house. After that, they would see what happened.

***

Liam opened the front door of his house and invited Lizzie inside. She felt nervous and suddenly a few years younger, eighteen perhaps. Her crush on Liam was back and it retained all of its former potency.

When Liam came through her office door, she couldn't restrain herself from running to him and jumping into his arms. She was so happy he was safe. The thought that he might be harmed by her sending him after Ramirez was excruciating. She wasn't in his embrace for long before they were kissing. When they parted, however, she told him, "Not here."

He nodded. He even seemed to approve.

The office was where she was president of the club. Where he was her second, and where her word was law. She didn't want to be his president right now; she wanted to be his lover.

Inside his house, she shivered slightly with anticipation. Turning to him, she noticed a look of nervousness in his eyes. "You alright?" she teased.

"I could do with a shot... of heroin." He smiled.

"How about sex with me instead?" She grinned.

"That will work too," he agreed and took her into his arms.

Once she began to take off his jacket, they both removed their clothing as fast as they could, eager to see and feel the other and driven by years of mutual lust. He was wrong, she decided. This was never going to be a one-time thing with him. Her lovers had always been temporary because they were never Liam. She only prayed that he wasn't lying to her, and that she was different for him as well. Lizzie didn't feel that he was lying, not to her, but it was still possible he was lying to himself.

"We should take a shower," she suggested. "Get to know each other a little?"

He took her hand without comment and pulled her into the bathroom. She enjoyed watching his muscular ass as he pulled her inside, and then let her go to get the shower started. Once inside the steam and streams they washed each other with great care. He spent a long time with her breasts, which felt wonderful, being soaped and rubbed by his large hands.  She spent a good amount of time with his ass and cock. His cock was so hard by the time they were done, it didn't seem possible that it would ever be soft again.

In the bed, only partially dried off because they couldn't stand to wait any longer, she got on top of him and got his cock into her mouth. The feel of him going in and out of her throat was wonderful. She let her hands roam as they wound across his abs and thighs. "I want you to get off," she told him. "I'll get you back up again, I promise."

He grunted, which from the look of lustful concentration seemed all he could manage. She tried very hard not to smile—she didn't want to ruin his moment with teeth.

All of her fantasies about him swirled in her mind as she continued to suck and stroke him. She purred and rubbed her breasts on this thigh, and ground her clitoris into his leg. Under this amount of stimulation he didn't last very long. His cock was suddenly much harder and hotter, and she began working him as fast as she could. Her grinding on his leg became more urgent as her first climax stirred in response to his growing excitement.

Their orgasms arrived together, and she rode with his, taking him as deep as she could as he bucked and his groans turned into blaring exhales.

She lay with him, sucking and licking, coaxing his cock with lingering strokes. He didn't stay down long at all. In fact it was surprising how hard he got so quickly. His great hands pulled her up to him, like she weighed nothing, and then rolled her to the mattress as he got between her thighs. The strength of him was thrilling. She was never a little girl, but in his arms she felt like she was.

Submitting to Liam was the easiest thing she had ever done in her life. All of her worries and trepidations about this moment were swept away in the storm of his kisses. All she had in her was desire, and need. When he entered her, even knowing intimately how large he was, it still surprised her. The sensation of being stretched open was sublime. He filled her completely, and her hips rose and twisted with his rhythms, working his cock with her responding rhythm. She used the inner muscles of her pussy to massage and squeeze him as he began to fuck her in earnest.

"God Liam, this is so fucking good," she moaned as her first orgasm rose inside her. It rushed her, fast, and rose into a crescendo that she didn't expect. "Oh shit!" she cried out as her body began to pitch and buck under his. He held onto her, and the feel of his strength, the ease in which he embraced her throes, was so amazing, it sent her into another climax.

After that, her climax's only purpose appeared to be bringing her into the rise of the next one. Her body was slick with sweat from the exertion of her writhing. Gripping and then clawing at his ass and shoulders she wailed and moaned. His speed increased, and soon he was pounding into her, pistoning his cock into her, driving her into the mattress.

He lifted and pulled out of her, then spun her onto her knees, and then he was back inside of her from behind. The change of position was sudden and she didn't know if it was the delirious state she was in, or him being so strong that flipping her around was easy for him, that made the process a blur in her mind. But she didn't have long to think about it, because he took her hips in his hands and began ramming her ass with such power she lost all of her thoughts.

When he climaxed it was violent and hard. Lizzie was already tearing at the bed with her hands, shaking her head wildly. When his climax hit, the force of it sent her over the edge, to a place she had never been before. She was screaming something, and it sounded like "I love you!"

***

It was a year after she had taken the position of president of the Road Knights. She opened the tavern door and let Buster come inside, just as he did every day. It was nice to see him. A routine that she found comforting.

Buster hopped onto his bar stool and she fetched him a long-neck and put it before him.

"So, next week? Big day, eh?" he asked taking his first swallow with a sigh of pleasure.

"Yep, never saw this coming," she admitted.

"Chaplin told me he never saw it coming either. Never figured you would give into anyone," Buster said.

"Well, that's kind of the thing. I don't feel like I'm giving in, I feel like I'm adding on," she said. "With him, there is more of me."

"You're still going to be the president, right?" he asked.

"Yep, wouldn't know what to do if I wasn't. At first I was a little nervous that the club might want someone else, but no one has ever made me feel like I'm not holding up my end of things," she said, grabbing a long-neck for herself.

"I really liked your Uncle, really did, but the club has been running smoother since you took over," he told her.

"Thank you Buster," she said and felt really good about that complement.

After Kathy showed up, Lizzie went back into her office and began scanning her week ahead. Tomorrow one of the members was getting out of prison. She had everything ready for his party, and welcoming. He already had a place to stay with his girlfriend, who hung onto him while he was locked down.

She had a meeting with several hookers who said they were being hassled by a guy who thought he was a pimp. She would take care of that as she always did: ruthlessly. The guy in question, she was told, had three or four guys with him, but she didn't foresee any problems in that area.

And then her wedding.

She fished around inside of herself looking for some nervousness or fear about the coming day, and still nothing. She was blisteringly excited and happy to be Liam's wife. Glancing at the large engagement stone he purchased, she felt just as sparkling. Sure, it was a very girly feeling, but fuck it. She didn't mind girly with Liam at all.

They still hadn't done it on her desk. They did it everywhere in her apartment and his house. They did it in the desert, on the beach, on his bike and hers, but the desk remained unchristened. Nodding her head, she felt this was a good thing. This was where she ran her world, and some serious shit went on in this room. The lines didn't need to be blurred here.

She ran her hand over the smooth surface, and thought about her Uncle. "Safe wind," she sighed to him.

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