Banger's Ride: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 5) (10 page)

Banger withdrew his hand, and disappointment spread over her. With one hard tug, he rid her of her panties. She lay naked before his probing gaze, and she suddenly felt shame. Grabbing the sheet, she pulled it over her then reached next to her to turn off the light. He captured her hand, preventing her from switching off the lamp.

“Why you covering up? I don’t fuck in the dark. I want to watch you come as I fuck you.” He lifted her chin up. “What the hell, beautiful?”

Belle turned her head to get away from his probing stare. “I’m used to doing it in the dark.”

“That’s real sad to hear. Tonight, that’s gonna change.”

She shifted, pulling the sheet tighter around her. “Okay, but we’ll do it under the sheets.”

“What the hell? You expect me to fuck you without seeing your beautiful body? No goddamned way.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, then caught his gaze. “I’m a little overweight. It’s been real stressful for the last few years, and I let myself go. I used to be a perfect size eight, but—”

His mouth on hers silenced her while his hand caressed her cheek. He shifted, hovering over her, his eyes locking with hers. “You can’t be serious. Don’t you know you’re fuckin’ gorgeous?”

She shrugged.

“Baby, I think you have a sexy, beautiful body that I can’t wait to taste and touch. So take the fuckin’ sheet away so I can see it.” He tore the green floral sheet away from her, then smashed his lips on hers, kissing her deep and hot. Her discomfort melted away with each plunge of his tongue in her mouth, and she craved him with a hunger that was insatiable, a passion that burned hotter than fire.

He moved his mouth, bestowing feathery kisses over her face before slowly trailing his lips over her ears, taking her earlobe between his teeth and sucking it. Tingles skated across her body as each lick from his delicious tongue made her nerves explode. He brushed his hand over her skin, nibbling her neck and shoulders, whispering, “You’re so soft and beautiful. Each time I look at you or touch you, I’m so damn turned on.” She squirmed under his touch, his firm hands snaking up her belly as he stippled fiery kisses on her sensitive skin.

What in God’s name is he doing to me? I’m ready to come just from his touch. Oh, fuck!
Belle pulled out his leather tie and dug her hands into his thick hair. It felt amazing, like sinking her hands in soft, lush fur. Everything about him threw her body in overdrive.

When his trail of kisses and nips hit her inner thighs, Belle was a quivering mess. She skimmed her fingertips across his shoulders. “You’re so sexy.”

He raised his head, his desire-filled eyes locking with hers. Sticking out his tongue, he dipped his head between her legs then traced light, wet circles on her inner thighs, his gaze never leaving hers. With a painfully slow pace, he inched his tongue toward the aching heat between her legs, while his fingers pushed open her lips, revealing her slick, dusty-rose folds.

“I like that you’re wet for me. Can’t wait to taste you.”

Belle held her breath as she watched Banger’s tongue glide over her pussy. With his elbows planted at shoulder width, her lips open and exposed, his eyes staring into hers, he swiped his tongue in one long and slow lick from her sensitive opening to her clit. Her body jumped as though it had received an electric shock. Up and down, he used slow, steady rhythmic licks, and with each stroke, he growled. “Fuck, you taste good.” The reverberations from his deep voice against her sensitive sex, and the way he was enjoying eating her out, drove her wild. Grabbing his hair, she tugged at it. “You’re driving me crazy. It feels too good. I want you inside me.”

“I’m getting there, but I want to taste you some more. Let me see you play with your tits while I eat you.”

Aroused beyond belief, Belle cupped her breasts and squeezed them, the tip of her index finger flicking across her reddened bead.

“Fuckin’ hot,” Banger breathed as he slipped his finger into her.

While she played with her breasts, she watched as he pulled his finger in and out of her while steadily stroking her clit. When he blew across her glistening pussy, it spasmed with excitement, making her scream, “Fuck, it feels so good!” And when his steady strokes on her sweet spot intensified, she moaned, “Yes, right there. Don’t stop.”

When he curled his finger inside her, stroking her G-spot as his tongue worked her clit, her orgasm ripped through her with such force that it took her breath away. The raw, primal scream she emitted startled her, as well as the clawing on Banger’s shoulders. Total ecstasy spread over her, and as she began to catch her breath, his lips on hers made her feel wanted.

“Damn, that was epic,” she panted.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Banger sucked on her rigid nipples then trailed his mouth to her belly button, licking around it. Putting his arms under her legs, he raised them as he positioned himself between them. He pushed them further up toward her shoulders until her back was curved and her glistening pussy was fully exposed.

“I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked. You like it hard?”

Still regaining her breath, Belle nodded. Banger shoved two fingers inside her as he leaned over and sucked her tits again. His digits were stretching and twisting inside her heated wetness, and she whimpered in pleasure.

“You like that? Your cunt likes being full. Wait ‘til my cock gets in there.”

She bucked her hips toward him as he grabbed a condom from the back pocket of his jeans crumpled next to him, and deftly rolled it on. He slid his wet fingers from her heat and placed them in his mouth, sucking on the juice that covered them. Then he leaned over and kissed her deep so she tasted herself on his tongue.

“I promise it will be so good,” he whispered in her ear, before he pushed back on his heels. With his hands on her legs, he plunged his cock inside her hot depths. “Fuck.” His voice was hoarse with lust.

He thrust in and out of her, each time harder, faster. She gasped from the sweet agony while she ground her hips hotly against him, taking every inch of his pulsing cock deep in her. “Oh, Banger. Damnit!”

“You feel fuckin’ amazing,” he grunted as he slammed into her, his hips meeting hers.

She watched as he pulled in and out of her, stretching her wider, his dick gleaming with her juices. Every inch of her body burned, like a giant torch was inside her. When his legs tightened, she knew he was ready to come. She let herself go, her orgasm washing over her in searing waves of intense pleasure. Their grunts and moans filled the room, and the musky scent of their arousal surrounded them.

Banger collapsed on top of her, his panting sweet music to her ears. She stroked his back with one hand, while the other tightened around his waist. Tears rolled down the corners of her eyes. What they had shared had been so intense. More intense than anything she’d ever shared with her husband.
How can that be? I barely know Banger, yet I felt so connected with him, like our bodies were one.
He kissed her neck then her lips and rolled off her, drawing her close to his side. She pillowed her head on his chest and he lightly tickled her shoulder.

“You know how to fuck, babe.” He kissed her head.

“You know a thing or two yourself.” She giggled.

Pressing her closer, he leaned down and she tilted her head, meeting his mouth. They kissed and cuddled for a while before they fell asleep in each other’s arms, her heart dancing like the snowflakes outside the window.

T
he heady aroma
of dark-roasted coffee woke Banger up the following morning. When he turned on his side, an empty spot greeted him. He rolled over again on his back, his arms crossed under his head, and smiled widely; he felt great. The night before had been the best fuck he’d had since Grace had died. He definitely wanted to see more of Belle and get to know her even better. She was wild, like she hadn’t had sex since her old man died, which he couldn’t believe. A sexy woman like her probably didn’t go through much of a dry spell, but he’d like it a lot if he were her first post-marital fuck.

He lazily swung his legs to the side of the bed, pushed himself up, and went into the bathroom to get ready. After he was finished, he ambled down the stairs and went into the kitchen. Belle sat at the table reading the
Pinewood Springs Gazette
as she sipped a cup of coffee. He came up behind her, bent down, and nuzzled her neck. Her soft laugh, and the way she skimmed her fingers over his hands, ignited a fire in him. He slipped his hand down her neck, grazing her collarbone with his thumb, until his hand molded over her breast. When his callused finger pad glided across her nipple, she moaned and pushed her head back against him.

“Baby, I got a burn going on here,” he rasped in her ear.

She squirmed in her chair and raised her arms, clasping them behind his neck, and tugged him down toward her. They fused their lips together while Banger’s hands squeezed, pinched, and caressed her tits. He pivoted around to her side then dropped on his knees, his lips never leaving hers. A loud beep startled them, and she quickly broke their embrace.

“That’s probably Ethan,” she mumbled as she looked at her phone. “Yeah, that’s him. He’s wondering where I am. Wants to come home.” She gave a half-shrug then stood from the chair.

“You gonna leave me like this?” He took her hand and plastered it on his crotch, loving the way her eyes widened and a sly smile formed on her lips.

“No choice. I gotta go.”

“You gonna disappoint me?” Banger drew her closer to him, his face in her hair, breathing in her scent.

“You’re a big boy—I know you can handle a bit of disappointment. But I have a little boy who’s going to be crushed if I don’t pick him up.” She kissed him lightly on the cheek, patted his shoulder, and texted her son.

Catching her gaze, he said, “You’re a good mama, and a fine woman.” He gave her a warm hug. “What about you coming over to my place tonight after work?”

“No, that won’t work. I have to be with my kids. Last night was my night off, and we had plans to watch a movie and have some popcorn.”

“I’d like to meet your kids. I guess I’m asking for an invitation.”

“It’s too soon. I don’t know how they would react. When we get to know each other better, then yes, I’d love for you to meet my kids.” She placed her coffee cup in the sink. “And I’d like to meet Kylie someday. You want a quick cup of coffee before I leave?”

He stood in front of her, grabbing her arms and pinning her against the sink as his mouth crushed hers. “This is the only thing I want. Your kisses light me up. Fuck, woman. You do something to me, and it’s something I fuckin’ love.”

She kissed him back, and they stood in the little kitchen lost in each other’s embrace. Another beep. Belle gently pushed him back. “I have to go. I don’t want to, but I have to.”

“I don’t mean to be keeping you from your son. It’s just that you’re so damn irresistible. I can’t be in the same room with you without touching and kissing you. I better get out of here or neither of us is going anywhere. Here,” he handed his phone to her, “put in your number.” After she finished punching it in, she gave his phone back. He gave her one more kiss then walked to the front door. “I’ll call you.” He opened the door and walked out into the swirling snow, but he didn’t notice the cold because he was still hot from Belle’s kisses.

Banger drove to the clubhouse: he didn’t feel like going to an empty house. When he entered the great room, he sauntered over to the pool table and asked Bear if he wanted to shoot a game. Bear nodded and took two cue sticks down while Banger racked the balls in the triangle. As they played, some of the brothers came over to watch and have a few beers. Jax wandered in and tilted his chin to Banger as he approached the pool table.

“Hey, how’s it goin’?” Jax asked.

Banger, still on a high from being with Belle earlier, smiled. “Couldn’t be better.”

Bear raised his eyebrows. “You got something you wanna share?”

Bending down low as he gauged his shot, Banger shook his head. “Nope. Six ball in the left pocket.” The cue stick hit the ball, and the group of members watched as it rolled into the left pocket.

“Fuckin’ good shot.” Jax gulped down his beer as Banger made the next one too.

Ten minutes later, Banger scooped up the money he won from Bear, who clapped him on the shoulder and said, “Good game.”

As Banger put the money in his wallet, Jax asked, “I’m having a poker game at my house tonight. Who wants in?”

“Count me in,” Banger said.

“Me too,” Bear replied.

All in all, seven brothers told Jax they’d be at his house at six o’clock that evening. Banger told them he’d see them later that night, then he strode to his office to do some work.

*     *     *

The brothers sat
around the poker table in Jax’s basement, smoking weed, guzzling beer, and shoving peanuts into their mouths. The basement was perfect for a good poker game: full bar, small kitchen, and a stash of weed that would last them a week. The blazing fire in the large, stone fireplace kept out the winter chill. When they were in the middle of their game, they heard the patter of footsteps on the stairway, and as Banger and several members looked toward it, Cherri and Paisley came into view. Cherri carried a large, steaming pot, and Paisley had two wrapped crackers in her chubby hand.