Devil's Angels Boxed Set: Bikers and Alpha Bad Boy Erotic Romance (63 page)

CHAPTER THREE

Miriam heard the door open and looked up from her despondence to see a well-built man in an ATF uniform enter the room. He was at least six feet tall and crossed the room with a stern, businesslike air about him before sitting down opposite her and giving her a hard stare. He was clean shaven with wavy brown hair and blue eyes, and an almost perfectly square jaw. Miriam completely forgot her predicament as she stared back at him in astonishment.

“Brad?” she asked, scarcely believing it was him.

“That’s Agent McMahon to you, Ms Harper.”

“Don’t you ‘Ms Harper’ me,” Miriam shot back, “you know my name, so use it.”

“Why were you driving a car with a motorcycle license?” Brad asked her.

“I’ve been fine these last ten years, thanks for asking,” Miriam replied with a note of sarcasm in her voice, “how about you, agent?”

“Maybe I should rephrase that,” continued Brad, appearing totally unmoved, “why were you transporting 500k worth of military grade weaponry in your car?”

“The car’s a rental;” Miriam said innocently, “maybe the last person to drive it was a gun runner and left his stash in the trunk by accident.”

“Or maybe you’re the one who runs guns for the Speeding Seraphim.”

“The who?” Miriam asked with an innocent smile.

“A biker gang who smuggle weapons for various gangs all over the state and sometimes across state lines,” Brad replied with accusatively, “of which you are a member. That’s who.”

“And what’s your proof for that?”

“The tattoo on your lower back.”

“Oh, you mean this?” Miriam got up and turned around, lifting up her shirt to reveal a tattoo of the Speeding Seraphim insignia; a naked woman with angelic wings spread wide, curled up in a model’s pose with her hands covering her modesty. The words ‘Speeding Seraphim’ were emblazoned on a banner underneath the angel.

“Nice.” said Brad, barely flinching and not sounding at all impressed. Miriam lowered her shirt and sat back down.

“That’s not the only tattoo I’ve got, you know,” Miriam said with a flirty smile, leaning forwards and reaching for her jacket zipper.

“That’s enough.” said Brad sharply. Miriam sat back again, looking disappointed.

“This is the bottom line: you enter a plea bargain where you tell us everything you know about Speeding Seraphim gun running operations in exchange for a significantly reduced sentence, maybe even amnesty.”

“And if I refuse?”

“Then I’ll personally lock you up in one of the famously hospitable federal prisons and throw away the key.” Brad answered coldly.

“You’d do that to your ex-girlfriend?” Miriam asked incredulously, “what the fuck happened to you, Brad?”

“I became responsible for stopping the flow of arms into this state and got tired of people dying because of the guns your gang of thugs smuggles in.”

“You and you’re fed buddies have killed plenty of us.” Miriam shot back, “the only difference between you and us is that ATF jacket, you fucking hypocrite.”

“So what’s your decision?” Brad demanded impatiently. Miriam sat back in her chair, taking her time before answering.

“I want a lawyer.” She said finally. Brad immediately got up and left the room, leaving Miriam to stew a bit longer.

As soon as the door closed, Miriam buried her head in her hands. She was in an impossible position, facing decades in prison if she refused to betray her fellow bikers to the feds. Worse still, the man spearheading the hunt for her ‘family’ was someone to whom she’d once been so close. They’d grown up in the same town together, shared secrets and moments together, had the most amazing sex, and now he was with the enemy.

The fact that Brad was working to kill or jail the people who’d accepted her as one of their own was almost impossible to bear; he hadn’t even seem moved by their reunion. Then again, Brad had always been good at hiding his true feelings under an implacably austere mask; there might still be some residual feelings deep down, a few latent sparks that she could kindle to salvage something from the train wreck of the past few hours. She hated the idea of being a honey trap whore, as the men in the Speeding Seraphim called such girls, but there were no other options available to her.

Ten minutes later, Brad reentered the room, snapping Miriam out of her crisis of conscience and forcing her to start playing the part of the honey trap.

“Is it time for you to strip search me?” Miriam asked with a dirty smile.

“You’re free to go.” Brad said bluntly.

“Come again?”

“You’re free to go for 24 hours,” Brad clarified, “but you can’t leave this town, we still have questions for you.”

“You questioned me for barely a minute;” Miriam said suspiciously, “what kind of trick are you trying to play?”

“There is no trick,” Brad assured her, “I’m allowing you to enjoy another 24 hours of freedom at the local motel so you can consider my offer.”

“What kind of cop sets a major suspect free?” Miriam interrogated, fishing for the ruse.

“The kind with federal authority and discretion.” replied Brad, losing his patience, “Now go get your things before I go back on my decision and make you sleep in a cell.”

Miriam decided not to question her luck any further, and quietly left the room.

CHAPTER FOUR

Brad and his ATF partner took Miriam to a motel and set her up in one of the rooms before checking into their own. Before they’d left, Brad had pulled out a combat knife and severed the telephone cord, just in case Miriam tried to call the rest of the Seraphim to warn them. Not that it mattered; she’d missed the drop-off time, so they already knew something had happened and would assume that the shipment had been seized. Her problem now was to escape from the ATF’s clutches and get back to the Seraphim before she was forced rat them out or go to prison.

Feeling bored and restless, Miriam stepped into the corridor. At the far end of the hall, Brad was talking with a fellow ATF agent, a woman. It looked more like an argument from her position, albeit a hushed one. Miriam couldn’t draw conclusions from what she was seeing, but she guessed it had something to do with the decision to let her go. She still felt suspicious about being released with so much evidence with which to bury her, but they were being dispelled by the tense conversation happening at the end of the corridor. Could Brad have let their shared history get the better of him? Whether or not he had would influence her chances of escape.

Miriam plucked up her courage and walked towards the pair. The woman agent noticed her approach and greeted her with a disapproving glare. She reached into her jacket, deliberately showing off the sidearm at her hip, and pulled out a set of car keys.

“You should hold on to these.” She said, handing them to Brad, “good night.” With that, she returned to her own room and Brad turned to reenter his.

“Brad, wait!” Miriam followed him into his room.

“What do you want?” snapped Brad impatiently.

“I just want to talk.” Miriam shut the door behind her, not totally sure where to take this.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” replied Brad, taking off his jacket and hanging it up.

“That’s it?” Miriam said angrily, “I don’t see you for a whole decade, and your response to me is “there’s nothing to talk about”?”

“We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.”

“No.
you
went
your
separate way, and left me in that crappy old town!” Miriam pressed her verbal attack.

“Only for us to be joyously reunited in an interrogation room,” Brad shot back sarcastically, “with you a member of a gang of white trash criminals on bikes.”

That response elicited a slap across the face from Miriam.

“Don’t you fucking moralize to me,” she snapped angrily, “soon after you left, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. We couldn’t afford the medication to treat it, so she took her own life rather than be a burden on me.”

Miriam paused to let her words sink in. Brad’s furious expression melted into shock.

“Miriam, I’m so sorry…” he said softly.

“For what?” demanded Miriam, going back on the offensive, “for my loss or for leaving me alone in the world? After mom killed herself, the ‘gang of white trash criminals’ took me in and gave me odd jobs to do at their garage. They accepted me and made me a member. Because of you, they’re the only family I’ve had for the past ten years.”

Miriam paused for breath. She was supposed to be trying to seduce Brad into dropping his guard, but all the memories and baggage that had been building up since Brad had left were boiling up to the surface. She didn’t want to overdo it, or allow herself to succumb to her own emotional blackmail. Brad seemed frozen to the spot, unsure of whether to lunge at Miriam in anger or kiss her. Ultimately, he chose to do both.

He wrapped his hand around Miriam’s throat and pinned her to the door, kissing her full on the lips. Miriam felt a rush of alarm tempered by intense arousal and she returned Brad’s aggressive kiss, reaching for the zipper of her jacket.

“Stop it.” ordered Brad, abruptly breaking off the kiss and bringing himself back under control again.

Miriam looked him in the eyes and slowly unzipped her jacket. In the fork of her cleavage, there was a tattoo of a heart broken in two.

“I got this after you left,” Miriam explained, “it’s cheesy, I know, but that’s how I felt.”

“Going to college was the chance of a lifetime, Miriam,” Brad murmured, averting his gaze, “I’m sorry you feel I abandoned you, but I couldn’t turn that opportunity down.”

“I’ve almost forgiven you,” Miriam lied, “but there is a way for you to make it up to me.”

Brad didn’t need to ask what it was. He held Miriam’s head in both hands and kissed her aggressively. Miriam reciprocated the kiss, unzipping her jacket all the way and tugging it off, discarding it on the ground. Brad undid the clasp of his gun holster and discarded his weapon on the ground as Miriam gripped his shoulders and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his body and hugging him close as they kissed. Brad carried her to the bed and dropped her onto her back before tugging of his shirt.

Miriam inhaled sharply at the sight of Brad’s muscular chest; though the skin was partly disfigured by some scar tissue above his nipple, he was still as hot as he’d been ten years ago. She eagerly pulled her own shirt off as Brad pulled down his pants before tugging aggressively at hers, eager to gain entrance again.

Miriam unbuttoned her jeans and let Brad yank them off. Advancing on his knees, Brad’s cock stood to attention, stiff as a flagpole at around seven inches. Miriam hyperventilated in anticipation and eagerly spread her thighs for her ex-boyfriend as he lowered himself down on top of her and pressed the mushroom-shaped head of his manhood against her pussy lips. A shiver of pleasure ran up Miriam’s spine as his sex made contact with hers. She was already moist from anticipation, but the sight and sensation of her virile, ex-flame poised to fuck her, made her pussy start to drip with sexual excitement.

Brad didn’t waste time with extra foreplay, and moved his hips forward. Miriam bit her lip to suppress an audible gasp of pleasure as Brad drove his manhood home. He was at least an inch thick, and his cock forced her womanhood to stretch to contain him. Miriam embraced Brad, hugging his body close to hers as she savored feeling of his manhood inside her. More or less straightaway, Brad began to thrust.

Miriam moaned aloud through gritted teeth as Brad fucked her, driving the tip of his penis all the way up to the back of her pussy with each slippery stroke. Miriam sat up on her elbows as Brad bent over her, driving his hips back and forth. His six-pack was even more pronounced when hunched over, and the sight of his gorgeous body drove her excitement to new heights.

Although there was no friction from his thrusts, the size of Brad’s hard-on inside Miriam caused a slightly uncomfortable stretching sensation as her pussy muscles constantly stretched and relaxed in response to Brad’s relentless thrusts and withdrawals. Strangely, the discomfort melded seamlessly with the growing pool of pleasure in her groin which was seeping up into her belly as Brad quickened the pace of his strokes.

Miriam reached up and wrapped her arms around Brad’s neck, pulling him down to the bed again as his thrusting became more intense, more like a rutting animal than a civilized human being. In addition, he skillfully angled his thrusts so that his pubic bone rubbed ever so slightly against Miriam’s clitoris. The resulting stimulation sent spikes of ecstasy shooting up from her cunt into her belly, simultaneously causing and heralding the impending arrival of a powerful orgasm.

In a kinky twist, Brad freed one of his hands and wrapped his fingers around Miriam’s throat, giving it a gentle squeeze as he did so. The sheer power Brad had over her in this situation was intoxicating; the animalistic vigor of their mating and the gentle pressure Brad applied to her neck added the final boost that pushed Miriam’s body over the edge of the orgasmic precipice. She squealed aloud as her climax flushed through her body, barely managing to restrict the noise by clenching her teeth together as the ecstasy nearly short-circuited her senses. She could care less if anyone else on the floor could hear her and Brad’s coupling. Still, a tiny part of her felt that was no excuse for waking the dead.

In the midst of being ploughed with alpha male vigor, it did occur to Miriam that Brad’s female partner was in the room next door. Were the two sleeping together? The thought of stealing – or rather stealing back – another woman’s boy-toy brought a dirty smile to Miriam’s lips as Brad’s already vigorous mating entered its home stretch.

“Just imagine what those biker thugs you’re so loyal to would think if they knew you were spreading your legs for a federal agent.” Brad said in Miriam’s ear, his whisper twisted into a growl by his lust.

More than a few of the Speeding Seraphim had served time in prison, and some had been shot and killed in shootouts with state and federal law enforcement. The actual consequences of Miriam’s fellow Seraphim finding out about the betrayal she was perpetrating would be very severe, even if she was doing it for the good of the club; but the dirty thought of sleeping with ‘the enemy’ sparked a second firestorm of pleasure that overwhelmed her senses. Miriam moaned aloud as her second orgasm momentarily shutdown her critical faculties, no longer caring if she was overheard by the rest of the floor.

This time, Brad joined her. His relentless rhythm of incoming and outgoing strokes had grown to an intensity of bestial proportions which he couldn’t sustain for much longer. Finally, he succumbed to his own inexorable climax and thrust his cock as far inside Miriam as possible, releasing an audible snarl of masculine ecstasy as he did so. Miriam felt a delicious chill slither up and down her spine as she felt Brad’s manhood pulse rhythmically and eject the first stream of warm, virile seed inside her, followed by a second and a third and a fourth.

In the heat of the moment, Miriam pressed her lips against his neck and sucked as hard as her lungs would allow. Brad hissed in pain as Miriam left her mark on him, still busy pumping one dollop after another of his sticky pleasure into her. Once Miriam had finished planting a hickey on Brad’s neck, the two embraced, soaring high on the shared cloud of post-coital bliss.

“That was better than I thought I remembered it would be,” giggled Miriam, trying to catch her breath as she playfully scratched Brad’s back.

“Same,” Brad replied tersely, but sounding no less pleased with the experience.

Having copulated so vigorously on top of the covers, the pair awkwardly maneuvered underneath them before rolling over so that Miriam was sprawled on top of Brad’s powerful chest. Together they snuggled and gradually drifted towards sleep.

Only Brad actually got to sleep. Miriam was kept awake by the sweet memories of what she had just done mixed with the sour knowledge of why she’d had to do it. She’d seduced her ex-boyfriend ostensibly to escape his clutches, but sleeping with him for the first time in a decade brought back a deluge of emotions that were eating away at her resolve. Everything she’d said in the process of honey trapping Brad had been true; it had broken her heart when he’d left her and their hometown, and the knowledge that she would have to betray him for the sake of her ‘family’ was breaking her heart all over again. She had to leave now or not at all.

Miriam slowly extricated herself from Brad’s embrace and carefully removed his now flaccid cock from inside her pussy. His cum dribbled messily out of her slit, and she padded quietly to the bathroom to wipe herself down before putting her clothes back on. She rifled through his pockets and fished out the car keys that the woman agent had given him. After pocketing the keys, she took Brad’s gun and quietly pulled the slide back, loading a round into the chamber. Then she went back over to the bed and picked up a cushion, holding it against the sleeping Brad’s head with one hand and pressing the muzzle of the gun into her makeshift suppressor with the other.

The men in the Seraphim wouldn’t hesitate to kill a federal agent if it was for the good of the club, but Miriam’s resolve dissolved at this point. She tried so hard to muster up the willpower to pull the trigger, but she just couldn’t do it. Spreading her legs for the good of her fellow Seraphim was one thing, but murdering a man she’d once loved was just too much. Silently cursing her weakness and holding back the tears, Miriam stuffed the gun into her belt behind her back and slipped out of the room.