Loving The Biker (MC Biker Romance) (13 page)

Twenty-five

Terin

I didn’t feel like working out anymore so I grabbed my stuff, went home, and drew myself a hot bath. As the water ran, I took out my phone to look at the picture again. I had to admit, it was a good photo of the two of us. Especially of him. The man was dangerously sexy.

Sighing, I went into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of wine, and brought into the bathroom with me. Then I lowered myself into the tub, had a few sips of wine, and closed my eyes, imagining Cole’s hand on my thigh and then other more intimate places.

After my bath, I filled my vibrator with batteries and eventually fell asleep with a smile on my face.

***

When my alarm went off the next morning, it felt as if I’d just closed my eyes. Yawning, I went into the kitchen, brewed a cup of coffee and turned on the television.

“Two bodies were discovered, just after three a.m., near Center Lake. Officials have not yet released the identities of the two victims, but foul play is suspected.”

My cell phone began to ring. It was Walters.

“Hello,” I said, still staring at the television, which was now showing images of the lake and area where the bodies had been found.

“You see the news?” asked Walters.

“I’m watching it right now. Do we have any idea of who the victims were?”

“Yep. The same two we’ve been looking for. Ronnie and Pete.”

My jaw dropped. “You’re kidding? Both of them?”

“Yes.”

“How did they die?”

“Pete was shot in the head and Ronnie was strangled.”

“Were they killed at the same time?”

“Annie, in Forensics, believes that Pete was killed several hours before Ronnie.”

“So, Ronnie probably killed him and then someone decided to off Ronnie?”

“Yeah. That’s what I’m thinking. Both were found in a stolen older model Chevy Impala. Pete was in the trunk and Ronnie was found shot in the back of the head, in the driver’s seat.”

“Oh wow.”

“It gets better,” he said, a smile in his voice.

“What do you mean?”

“There was evidence found, about ten feet from the vehicle.”

“What did they find?”

“A business card for Griffin’s. Written on the back was the name Cole Johnson.”

Twenty-six

Cole

I woke up to the sound of someone pounding on my front door. I looked at the clock and it was nine a.m. It had been a late night and I was still tired as all hell.

Grumbling to myself, I got out of bed, pulled on a pair of jeans, and headed downstairs to see who the fuck was disturbing me. It definitely wasn’t who I’d expected.

“Terin. I mean, Detective… what are you doing here?” I asked, rubbing my eye.

“I tried calling you but you didn’t answer your phone,” she said, staring at me.

“Sorry. It’s probably in my kitchen. I was still sleeping,” I answered, reaching into my pocket. I pulled out a pack of mint gum and took a piece.

“Late night?” she asked, watching me shove it into my mouth.

“Yeah. You could say that. Do you want a piece of gum?”

“I’m good.”

“What about coffee? I can make some.”

She nodded. “Sure.”

I stepped aside and she walked into the foyer.

“Nice place.”

“I’m just renting it,” I told her, shutting the door. It was a newer townhouse and the landlady, a cougar who lived next door, had given me a great deal on the place. One, because she had the hots for me and two, because I agreed to mow the lawn and shovel during the winter.  She’d hit on me a couple of times and once even showed up at my door wearing a miniscule bikini. The problem was that she was married and I didn’t fuck anyone with a ring on their finger, no matter how tempting the offering.

She followed me into the kitchen.

“You working right now?” I asked, noticing that she was dressed in gray slacks and a white blouse.

“I’m on my way there.”

“How do you like your coffee?” I asked, starting the coffee machine.

“Do you have any cream or sugar?”

“I’ve got some almond milk and sugar.”

Her face brightened. “You drink almond milk?”

“I’m lactose intolerant,” I told her. “Plus, I like it.”

“I’ll have some, if that’s okay? And, don’t worry about the sugar.”

“Okay.” I walked over to the refrigerator. “So, what’s going on? Did you figure out who took my phone last night?”

“Nope. I did not and I take it you didn’t either?”

“No. It really pisses me off, too. I almost want to get a new phone, knowing that someone was tampering with mine.”

“I probably would myself,” she answered. “Anyway, speaking of last night, what time did you work until?”

“The bar closed at two. I helped clean up and then went home. Why?”

“Did you stop anywhere else?”

“No.” I frowned. “What’s this about?”

“You have people who can vouch for you?”

I didn’t like her tone or the way she was looking at me. Like I was the enemy. “Yeah, why?”

“Because someone murdered Ronnie last night and there was a business card with your name written on it, just a few feet away.”

I stared at her in shock. “You’re kidding me? Ronnie’s dead?”

She nodded. “You weren’t aware of this?”

“No, of course not. Did they find Pete?”

“Yes. They found him in the trunk of a car. One that Ronnie apparently stole.”

“Wait a second… you’re here because you think that I had something to do with it?”

“Did you?”

I scowled. “No. Of course not,” I said sharply. “Do you really think I’m a murderer?”

“I would like to think that you’re not,” she said, studying my face. “But, the kind of people that you mix with are and I’m pretty sure you know that.”

“And you have proof that my club brothers are murderers?” I barked.

“Look, I’m just trying to do my job here,” she replied.

I walked over to her. “And not doing very well at it, apparently. You know, just because they found a card with my name written on it, doesn’t mean I’m a fucking murderer,” I snapped.

Twenty-seven

Terin

He was angrier than all hell and part of me couldn’t blame him. That is… if he was innocent. I wanted to believe that Cole was, but I really didn’t know him or what he was capable of.

“Okay. So, it’s not you,” I said, staring up at him. “Could it be another member of the Gold Vipers? I mean, it makes the most sense, right?”

“If it was one of them, I’d know,” said Cole.

“But, obviously you wouldn’t tell me, right?”

His eyes grew stormy.

“It’s an honest question. I mean, isn’t that how clubs like this operate? You make your own rules and fuck everyone else?”

He still didn’t say anything, which started to really piss
me
off.

“Are you going to answer my questions, or do I need to bring you in?”

Cole laughed coldly. “Bring me in for what? There’s no proof that I killed anyone. I have an alibi. And there is obviously no weapon linking me to the scene.”

“How do you know they didn’t find a weapon?”

“Because if they did and my fingerprints were on it, there’d be more than just you here right now.”

“If I wanted to take you in, I could do it without any help,” I snapped.

“Just like you did with Chips?” he asked, smiling cruelly.

I clenched my jaw. “Fuck you.”

He spit his gum out into the garbage can. “If you say so, detective.”

I thought I’d heard him incorrectly but then he grabbed my arms and pulled me against his chest. Crushing his lips against mine, he forced my mouth open with his tongue, thrusting it inside of me.  Overcome with my own pent up lust, I slid my hands around his neck and began kissing him back, my body aching with desire. The vibrator had taken the edge off last night, but it could never replace the touch of a real man, which I needed badly.

Growling in the back of his throat, Cole’s hands went to my blouse. He squeezed and fondled my breasts through the fabric. Before I knew it, the buttons were undone and he was yanking my bra above my nipples, too impatient to unclasp it. Picking me up, he set me down on the center island and brought my nipples to his mouth, first one and then the other. As he sucked and rolled the hard nubs with his tongue, I wrapped my legs around his hips and threw my head back, moaning in pleasure.

“I’ve got your weapon right here, Detective,” he growled, rubbing his pelvis against mine. “You sure you want it?”

A rush of tingling, tightening desire twisted along my spine, hitting me in the crotch. “Yes,” I gasped as he began humping me through his jeans. I wanted him deep and I wanted him hard.  

Kissing my lips again, Cole unbuttoned my pants and pulled them away from my hips. When they were on the floor, he slid his finger under my panties, to my slit.

Gasping, I dug my fingernails into his bare back as need wrenched through me.

“Terin,” he whispered into my ear. “God, I’m going to come just touching you like this.”

I moaned again as his rough fingers began rubbing up and down my clit.

“I need to taste you. In fact, I’m going to make you come so hard, you’re going to beg to have me fuck you,” he said, ripping my panties away. The next thing I knew, his face was between my thighs and his tongue found my clit, making me lose my mind. Then he plunged his finger inside of me while teasing me with his mouth until I was screaming out an orgasm.

Gasping and trying to catch my breath, I next found myself being picked up and carried upstairs to his bedroom. He tossed me onto his mattress and pulled off his belt.

“What are you going to do with that?” I asked, noticing that he was coming toward me with it.

He grinned wickedly. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. Unless you want me to.”

I swallowed.

Cole took his belt and tied my wrists to the metal headboard. He then removed my blouse and bra, until I was totally nude.

“Detective, you’re fucking beautiful,” he said, stepping back. “I should take a picture of you like this.”

“You do and I’ll kill you.

He unbuttoned his jeans. “You don’t look like you’re in any kind of position to be making threats.”

“Try me,” I said huskily, as he pulled his jeans down, revealing his cock, which was hard, red, and pulsating.

“Oh, I’m planning on it,” he said, crawling toward me on the bed. Cole wrapped his hand around his manhood and brought it near my lips.

“Are you really just going to stand there?” I whispered, thinking that I’d never seen one so perfect. My womanhood ached to feel it inside of me.

He stroked his cock a couple of times, right above my mouth.  “The truth is, I just realized that I don’t have any rubbers,” he confessed. “And I want you so fucking bad.”

“You’re serious?”

“I’ve been meaning to pick some up,” he said, fondling my breast with the other hand. “You wouldn’t happen to have one with you?”

I laughed. “Right. No. I don’t carry rubbers with me. Especially on the job.”

“I had to ask.”

“It’s been months since I’ve had sex and even then, I didn’t carry any with me.”

“It’s been months?”

“Yes.”

“So, you’re going to be pretty tight,” he replied huskily, moving his hand between my legs again.

I closed my eyes and moaned as he slipped two fingers between my legs. He leaned over me and began teasing my nipples again.

“Wait. You need to come. Fuck my breasts,” I panted.

Cole got onto the bed and straddled me. He grabbed ahold of my breasts and slid his cock between them. Crushing my boobs against his shaft, he moved his hips back and forth, fucking my cleavage. It didn’t take long before his breathing became ragged.

“Fuck,” he gasped, stiffening up. Holding my breasts tightly, he came violently, his face twisting in pleasure. When it was over, he gave me a sheepish grin.  “Sorry, let me clean you up.”

“It’s quite alright.”

He went into the bathroom, and came out a short time later with a damp towel.

“Guess what?” he said, walking toward me. He gave me a sheepish smile. “I found a condom in my medicine cabinet.”

I scowled at him. “Seriously?”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’ll be ready to go in five minutes. I’m younger than you, remember?”

Not only that, but my conscious had returned and I knew that I’d made a mistake. “Cole, unbuckle me.”

“Hold on. Let’s get you cleaned off first,” he said, wiping his seed off with the towel.

“Thanks.”

“My pleasure.”

When he was finished, he dropped the towel but made no move to free me.

“Well?” I asked, nodding toward the belt. “What are you waiting for? Unbuckle this.”

He placed his finger next to my bellybutton and began making circles around it.

“Cole.”

He smirked. “Maybe I should just keep you here all day.”

“You only have one condom,” I reminded him.

His finger moved down to my slit. “I don’t need one for my tongue,” he whispered.

I moaned as Cole began pleasuring me down below again, first with his fingers and then his lips. Because he had me at such a vulnerable position, and was beginning to know what I liked, I came even harder than the previous time.

Cole sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “
Now
, I’m going to fuck your brains out,” he said, ripping open the condom. He rolled it over his cock and then moved between my legs. Grabbing my hips, he positioned us both and then plunged inside. We both gasped in pleasure at the tight fit.

“Damn,” he whispered.

“Damn is right. Keep going,” I said breathlessly.

Cole pulled out half way and then thrust into me again.

“Faster and harder,” I demanded.

“You like to give orders, don’t you?” he growled near my ear.

“When it feels this good, yes,” I answered, biting him playfully on his shoulder.

Cole began fucking me fast and hard, just like I’d asked. After a few minutes, he took off the belt and I got on top, riding him until we both came at the same time. When we were both spent and sweaty, he dragged me into the shower with him.

“You know… we can’t tell anyone about this,” I said, staring at the wall. “I could get fired.”

“I won’t say anything,” he said. “You have my word.”

Sighing, I closed my eyes as his fingers slid through my hair and he began washing it.

“Feel good?” he asked, massaging my scalp.

“Yes,” I said. “Everything you’ve done to me so far feels really good.”

“I’m not done with you yet,” he said, pulling me back against his chest. I could feel his penis rubbing against my backside and decided that maybe I would take Walters up on his offer of letting me have the day off.