Hidden Secrets (Satan's Prophets MC) (19 page)

“Just come on, get dressed.” Lori was losing patience. “I want to go. Please Jaz, for me? You owe me big time.”

Lori was thinking fast. “Remember that time I went with you to that protest at the college? I didn’t want to go, but I did because you didn’t want to go alone. And that party in Terry’s room, that night? I had so much studying to do, but I went then, too. I almost failed the test the next day because of it.”

“Oh, all right. Just quit your bitching. Give me a half hour and I’ll be ready,” Jaz whined, not feeling happy about it. Lori was smiling, thrilled she got Jaz to agree to go.

“I swear you’re worse than a dog with a bone. Now, go away and let me get dressed,” Jaz continued grumbling.

“Now, aren’t you glad you came, Jaz? Look at all this delicious looking food. I think I’m going to start with the home-made pierogis and move on to the potato pancakes next.” Lori was practically drooling. She loved to eat. Jaz often wondered how she never gained any weight.

“Thanks for making me come. You were right, you know. This is exactly what I needed.” Jaz felt so much better being out among all these people.

“Oh, look! There’s Susanna and Roach. I wonder how she got him to come here.” All of a sudden, Lori broke out chuckling. “Roach looks so out of place here with his club colors on, doesn’t he?”

Jaz looked around to where Roach was standing, wondering if JD was with him. She felt disappointment when she didn’t see him. What the heck is wrong with me? He’s the last person I need to see right now.

Susanna came walking over with Roach by her side. Jaz often wondered if there was anything going on between those two. Susanna’s face was certainly lit up whenever she was with him. Jaz hoped for Susanna’s sake that she wasn’t falling in love with Roach. Loving bikers only leads to heart break.

“Hey, guys. Good to see you.” Susanna was sure in a happy mood which only made Jaz worry for her more. Roach was his usual serious looking self.

“Look who I dragged here.” Susanna pointed to Roach who just nodded back at them. “Don’t mind him. He’s just miserable because he didn’t want to come.” Now Susanna was laughing out loud at Roach’s frown.

Jaz was curious. “Where’s Renee?”

“She went picking blueberries. She promised her dad a homemade pie. He said he would watch the store if it got him a homemade, blueberry pie.”

Roach looked up at the sky, frowning. “Come on, Susie Q. We’d better get going. Looks like rain clouds moving in.”

Susanna looked up too and saw he was right. She decided to tease the big, bad biker. “Afraid of a little rain, are we?” When Jaz and Lori broke up with laughter, Susanna felt bad for Roach so she gave in and decided to go.

“Bye, you two. See you guys soon. We’ll have to have another fun night, sometime.”

They said their good byes, then Jaz and Lori went over to get some red candied apples. After that, they wandered around and met some really nice people.

Lori looked up at the sky again and noticed it had become much darker now. “I think we need to get out of here, too.” Lori grabbed Jaz’s hand and started pulling her towards her car. “I really hate storms.”

“You never told me you were afraid of storms, Lori.”

“Well, I am. Ever since I saw little Jimmy Pearson get struck by lightning, I’ve been terrified of them.”

Now Jaz was looking nervously at the sky. “Let’s get the heck out of here.”

Mick noticed how overcast and dreary the sky had become and smiled. Hell, yeah. Perfect day for riding, just the way he liked it. He hopped on his Harley Electra Glide and took off heading out of town, traveling on one of the less used side roads. He loved riding when the sky was cloudy and grey. It made the countryside more vivid in its natural beauty. The colorful yellows and purples of the wildflowers and pink mountain laurel were in full bloom this time of year.

The leaves on the trees were flipped over, but he didn’t believe in old folk tales. Flipped leaves meant rain as did cows lying down in the field.
Well, too bad there were no cows around
, he thought to himself,
then he’d be sure it was going to rain
. Shaking his head at his silliness, Mick thought,
listen to me. This rural living was making him believe in all that nonsense. Next he’d be singing farmer in the fucking dell
. Shifting to fourth gear, he relaxed and settled back to enjoy a nice, peaceful ride.

He didn’t get too far out of town, when his peripheral vision caught sight of a big patch of blue color, amid the yellows and greens. It was near the edge of a field. He slowed down to check it out and was surprised to see it was Renee. Against his better judgement, he decided to see what she was up to. He had to admit to himself that between Jaz and her crazy ass friends, his life was never boring. He pulled up closer.

Renee spared him a quick glance before yelling, “Help me!” She was knelt on the ground. Thinking she was in some kind of trouble, his heart started racing as he jumped off his bike and ran to her. Bending down on one knee to look into her face, he asked, “What’s wrong, Renee? Are you hurt or something?”

“My bucket of blueberries spilled.” She was frantically grabbing at berries that were scattered around her. Mick couldn’t believe it.

“You have got to be shitting me.” Rising up to his full six foot one height, “I thought you were in trouble or got bit by a snake or something. I get all worked up over a bucket of spilled berries?” Mick stood there trying to get a grip on his temper that was rapidly rising.

“And I need to get home soon. I think a storm is coming and I promised my dad a blueberry pie. He’ll be so disappointed if he doesn’t get one.”

Mick was still standing, looking down at Renee and didn’t notice how much darker the sky had become. Just then a flash of lightning streaked through the sky and a loud crackling noise rent the air.

Renee jumped up with a look of pure panic on her face and took off running toward a tree line for cover. She had only gone a few feet when Mick grabbed her from behind.

“It’s not safe near the trees, come on.” By the time they reached his bike, the dark, turbulent sky opened up its floodgates.

“Just fuckin’ great.” Mick started looking around the area and saw no kind of shelter anywhere. He did his best not to be blinded by the slashing rain. At this point he would have settled for a cave.

“We have to find some kind of cover,” he yelled out loud to Renee so his voice could be heard over the pouring rain.

Renee’s teeth were chattering as she tried to talk. “Over that hill is a shack.” She pointed toward a pathway that was barely visible, peeking out of the overgrown weeds and brush. “We can go there.”

“Come on, jump on my bike before we drown out here.” They didn’t get too far along when Mick decided it’d be safer for them to walk his bike through the high brush.  A little ways further in, a felled tree was laying across the path and Mick had to leave his bike there. When lightening lit up the sky around them, Renee screamed and they took off running.

The heavy rain pounding the ground turned the weeds and rocks into a slippery slide and Renee started lagging behind. Mick grabbed hold of her hand and dragged her through the high brush. By the time they broke through to a little clearing and saw what was to be their shelter, they were soaked to their skins.

The shack looked like it had been abandoned years ago. It was built with wooden slats that looked like they had been roughly nailed together. Mick was thankful to see that at least it wasn’t leaning and the windows still had glass in them.

Renee ran inside with Mick right behind her. When Mick closed the door, he turned around to reprimand Renee for being all alone so far from town.

“Whew,” Renee remarked, pushing her wet hair back from her face. “That was sure a fast approaching storm, wasn’t it?”

Mick couldn’t answer. He was mesmerized watching raindrops sliding down Renee’s forehead and clinging onto the tips of her lush, thick eyelashes. The clinging drops looked like little, glittering diamonds. How didn’t he ever notice what big, blue eyes she had? Slowly examining her face, he noticed a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose along with her dewy-looking, rain kissed lips. Realizing Renee was still talking, he tried to tune in to what she was saying; something about a storm.

Renee was babbling and couldn’t seem to stop. Mick was standing in front of her with his wet tee shirt molded to his well-developed muscled chest. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. This was so not like her—to have her head turned by a good looking, sexy guy.

When she calmed down, Renee looked around the shack for firewood to build a fire. Luckily, there were a few pieces of wood stacked in a corner and she found matches in a cupboard. Old newspaper was piled on a shelf so Mick grabbed that and quickly got a fire going. It didn’t take long for the warmth to spread throughout the little shack.

When the poorly constructed shack shook from a gust of wind, Renee became petrified. “Heaven help us, we’re going to be blown to smithereens,” she cried and ran over to Mick. Not sure what to do, he opened his arms and engulfed her in a comforting hug. Renee felt so safe with Mick’s arms around her. She loved the feeling.

As they stood there with the wind playing a deadly tune through the slatted walls of the shack, time stood still.

Renee looked up just as Mick’s lips slowly lowered to hers giving her a warm, flushed feeling from her face to her toes. She felt her body getting warmer and warmer. She’d never felt anything like it before, but it made her want to get closer to Mick’s body. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and deepened her kiss.

Mick felt Renee’s arms tighten around his neck. With the soft swell of her breasts pressing against his body, he felt himself growing hard. Mick could tell she had little sexual experience with men from the way she was awkwardly kissing him. Running his tongue between her sealed lips, he opened her mouth and slowly slid in his tongue. Renee moaned softly.

Mick didn’t plan on taking his kiss this far, but hearing her sweet little moan of pleasure urged him on. He rubbed his hands up and down her back before squeezing one between their bodies to cup her breast through her wet shirt and he rubbed his thumb over her hardened little bud of a nipple.

Renee was becoming weak with pleasure. When she sagged into Mick’s hard body, he thought to himself,
what the fuck am I doing? She’s probably a virgin, for fuck’s sake
. He knew he had to break it off before they went any further and he fought against his raging desire to pull away. Renee had a dreamy, half-closed eyes expression on her face when he looked down at her.

Still breathing erratically, “We can’t go any further, darlin’, much as I’d like to. We have to stop now before it’s too late and we do something you’ll regret.”

Renee came to her senses and decided to be truthful.

“That was wonderful Mick and I liked it,” she was blushing and had to look away.

“Are you a virgin, Renee?”

“Yes. I’m a virgin, but I’m also twenty six years old and I’ve never experienced anything like that before. I want to know what it feels like to make love and I want you to be the one I share those feelings with.”

Mick had to lay it on the line because if he did take Renee, he wanted her to go in, with her eyes wide open. No regrets tomorrow.

“This isn’t making love, darlin’. This will be a hard, fast fuck in a dirty old shack. That’s all I’m offering. Sex—nothing more. Is that what you want, Renee? Cause let me tell ya, honey—I’m all for it.”

Mick’s words were a hard dose of reality and Renee was mortified. What was she doing? Her one chance at finding out what sex was all about and she mucks it up badly.

She looked over at Mick. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I certainly don’t want that.” Did she? Hell, yeah! Who wouldn’t want Mick with his hot body? But common sense took over and she knew he was right. Renee walked over by the warm fireplace and sat down. She wondered if she would ever get another chance at having sex and would that guy be as hot as Mick? At her age, all her friends were either married or just having relationships. While she wasn’t overly attracted to most of the men in town, Mick was super sexy and he did have that fantastic body.

Having made her decision, she walked over to where Mick was lying on an old, beat up couch. Looking him in his eyes, she said the words.

“Yes. I want a hard, fast fuck in this dirty old shack.”

Mick was still trying to calm his racing libido down. He wanted to screw Renee more than he would admit to himself, but he knew her kind would want that happily ever after and that wasn’t for him. Damn, he couldn’t believe he was being this noble. When Renee walked back over and said those words, his decision was made. If she wanted sex, he was all in.

Without saying another word, Mick stood up and slowly drew Renee into his hard embrace. He leaned down and began to kiss her long and lingeringly.

Renee laid her slender fingers against his cheek and kissed him back with trembling lips. Once again he parted her soft lips with his probing tongue. He slowly thrust then retreated, doing this over and over again until Renee was clinging tightly to him. Her mouth was moving back and forth over his in a passionate surrender to his wildly, erotic kiss.

Mick broke away long enough to rid Renee of her halter top and bra. He took one look at her small, perfect breasts with their light pink, budded nipples. “Beautiful,” he simply stated before lowering his head to kiss each one tenderly.

        Lowering his hands, he quickly removed the rest of her clothes until she was standing naked before him. She moved her hands to cover her breasts, but Mick was having none of it. He gently pulled her hands to his and slid them behind her back. He transferred her two small hands into one of his and ran his free hand back and forth, lightly over her chest. Renee was overcome with this new feeling of pleasure and she started to cry out, “Mick… oh… oh.”

“Shh, darlin’, you’re inexperienced. I want to take it slow and show you how pleasurable it can be between a man and a woman.” He went back to kissing her tenderly, releasing her hands. Renee tugged on the snap of his jeans. Mick made a low growl in his throat and helped her shed him of his clothes quickly. When he was naked, he picked Renee up into his arms and slowly lowered her onto the couch following her down until his larger body was covering hers. 

“We’ll take it nice and slow, I don’t want to hurt you,” Mick murmured, but was having one hell of a time reigning in his passion. His lips nipped at her ear before moving toward her lips. Mick kissed Renee deeply while he ran his hands over her body, from the mounds of her breasts to her flat stomach then up again.

“I want you so badly,” Mick whispered as his fingers brushed through her red curls shielding her virginity. “Baby, you’re so wet for me.”

She arched her body upwards seeking more of the pleasurable sensations Mick was giving her.

“Oh God, Mick, don’t stop.” Her nails were digging into Mick’s shoulders and she was writhing beneath him. Mick pushed one finger, then another into her virgin canal willing it to stretch for him. When Renee cried out in part pleasure and part pain, his mouth claimed hers for another long kiss.

Renee was mindless was passion and Mick couldn’t hold out any longer. He gently pulled out his fingers and lined his throbbing cock at the entrance to her woman’s heat. Slowly, a little at a time, he eased into her trying not to hurt her tender, swollen passage. Then he felt the barrier of her innocence. “Hang on, baby,” he whispered in her ear as he thrust deeply.

“Mick, it hurts,” Renee cried out as she tried to move away from him. Holy hell, she wondered, how can girls love this pain?

“Hush, darlin,” Mick whispered. “It’ll get better, I promise.” Mick gave Renee a minute to get used to his cock inside of her, before he started slowly thrusting in and out. “Relax and let your body feel,” Mick was chanting in her ear.