Tear Me Away (Desert Wraiths MC Romance) (8 page)

All the warmth and fun left the chase. I realized who he was after.

This man was sent to kill me.
 

Ghost was defying orders to keep me alive. Again.

The biker was almost on us now. I saw his gun rise before his glasses, like an ugly sightless eye. Searching for me.

"Hold on," Ghost howled.
 

Before I could understand, he curved a massive arm around and clutched me even tighter into his back. My softness squashed into him.

And then we braked hard. Tires squealed. As close as my body had been to his before, there was nowhere left for me to go but to become him. His muscles were rigid as steel, locking us into his bucking chopper.

His hand left. We zoomed forward. I looked past Ghost. My executioner was stopped a couple dozen feet ahead of us. The gun was raised but even with his glasses on, I could tell his eyes were popping wide open.

Our bike swiped his tire. Just a bump for us, but his chopper swung across the road. He flew off onto the dirt and his Harley tumbled after him.

Ghost turned and parked by the fallen bike. He got off and picked the fallen gun. Our - victim, I guess now - groaned and clutched himself. Ghost nudged his face with a foot.

"Oh, god," the man groaned. "My ribs."

"You want the pain to go away?" Ghost cocked the gun. No trace of a smile there. No trace of Bryan.

"Jesus, no. No no, I'm sorry."

"Sorry."

"For following orders man. That's all. I'm just a shooter. Just Trig, you know. Nico points, I shoot."

"And was killing me part of your orders?"

"Course not. But I never miss."

"You just did."

Ghost pointed the gun at the bike and I had the sense to clap my ears shut before the shots went. I blinked at the flare of heat and one tire blew. The next shot went into the gas tank. Liquid dribbled out, thin and free.

Ghost pocketed the gun. "Thanks for this." He kicked the guy something vicious, and straddled the bike again.

"You good?" he asked.

I heaved heavy and felt my breasts shift against his back. "I'm alive. Thanks."

"We might be even now."

I grinned and hugged him, ready to go anywhere. Then I remembered. "Oh, your medicine. I have some. You need it?"

"Not yet." He squeezed my shoulder. "Once you're safe, I'll need a big dose."

We kicked off and rumbled down the road. I held him and listened to the wind enveloping the two of us, feeling utterly content. I had been the target of a hit. Twice. From two different mean-as-hell sons of bitches. Good thing t
he biggest one around belonged to me.

The motor rumbled on and we rolled for hours. We passed several interstate intersections and Ghost would take them or not at random. I completely lost track of where we were headed. So would anyone looking for us. That was the point, I guessed.

The sun was more than halfway back toward the desert floor before we finally slowed and pulled into a small town. We rolled past a pair of motels twice. Something seemed wrong, cause we left and drove half a mile to another motel. 

Ghost helped me off. My legs were utter jelly. Ghost took my bags but even my body
was too much to hold up and I stood in his arms for a few moments. His face nuzzled the top of my head, and I felt him taste my odor. A powerful heat rose in me and it had nothing to do with the air outside.

"Come on," he said. He gave me his shoes and led me away from the motel.

I didn't bother asking. My brain was exhausted. After a couple minutes walking, it filled me in. We were going back to one of the first motels. Clever. Even his club jacket was off and inverted, covering me instead.

After an eternity or so, we stumbled into a motel lobby. I watched Ghost pay in cash, then lead us to a room close to the stairs. The door opened and the king bed sang my name. I stumbled forward and dropped face first into the mattress.

I listened to my heart beat, as Ghost shuffled around me. He seemed nervous. Maybe we were still in danger. I couldn’t see how. Then again, I hadn’t seen any of this coming. Eventually, I felt him climb onto the other side of the bed.

When my breathing steadied, I pulled up and saw him with his jacket off, propped up on a couple pillows at the other end.
He’d been studying my face. His eyes were half shut, like he might sink into sleep.

“
Everything OK?” I asked. “Your meds.”

“
I dosed already.”

“
Oh.” Maybe I’d been out longer than I thought. “They’ll make you tired for a bit.”

“
I’m not tired." His eyes flared open and I could almost see the energy balled up inside. 

“
What are you, then?”

“
A lot of things. Angry, annoyed, excited…curious.”

“
Curious?”

“
About you.”

Just then I noticed that our bodies were separated by just a small bit of the mattress. I propped myself an inch forward.

“
What do you want to know?”

His eyes ran down me and he shook his head. “You’re whole.”

“
Huh?”

“
How many gunfights have you been in?”

“
Before today? None.”

He nodded. “How many murders have you seen?”

“
Before last Sunday? None.”

“
And how many times have you come home to find a supersoldier biker drug dealer rattling on your couch?”

His mouth spread in a smile. A long, mischievous one that revealed the boy underneath all that bad. I felt my mouth match it and laugh. “None, ok?”

“
So how are you taking it all?”

I shrugged. What kind of question was that? “Ok, I guess. What are my other options?”

His eyes sparkled. No chems, that time. Just him. I loved the way they could shift. From a clear sky to a watery turquoise to a deep ocean blue. The army must have modified that for some military purpose, but all I wanted was to pore over them and see how they changed with his temper.

“
It’s not normal,” he said, finally.

“
That’s pretty rich, coming from you,” I said. 

"It's not an insult," he said. "It's shocking, is all."

"What is?"

"How that little body has all that hidden strength."

“
Would you prefer it if I curled into a ball and cried? You want to wrap your arms around me and tell me you’ll take care of me?”

The words came unbidden from my lips. I heard and realized that was exactly what I wanted him to do.

“
I don’t want that,” he said. “I want you.”

A loud silence passed between us. I could have broke
n it. Turned away from what was coming

Why would I?

He erupted across the bed, and his lips sought mine out. His tongue pushed into my mouth and drank me in hot and heavy. My body was moving under his control, and before I noticed, I was flat on my back and he was over me. His lips mashed hungrily against mine, but that wasn’t enough to satisfy him. His hand cupped my breasts through my dress. It was so sheer, so flimsy. Even through that and through my bra, I could feel his fingers clutching at my flesh. They found my nipples and tweaked them like little handlebars.

I gasped and moaned into his mouth. I was coming apart for him. He was tearing me open. His lips smiled on mine, and I knew this was what he wanted to see my body do all along. Ever since he had laid eyes on me.

It was what I had wanted him to do to me.

He tugged my shoulder straps and bra straps down my arms. I wriggled to help, but he held me down, and ripped harder. My zipper tore down my back, never to go up again. I didn’t want it back on. I wanted to be open and bare to him forever.

His hands found my breasts again and now there was not even fabric to stop his fingers from sinking down and finding my mounds of flesh. He sighed as he mashed me together. 

My chest was on fire under the friction of his touch and it was spreading to the whole of my body. I needed my clothes off. I needed his clothes off.

He pulled off to look again at what I had to offer. I could finally see his eyes, half closed again with lust as he studied how ample I was. 

Was that all? Was that why he had saved me? No, but I hoped that was part of it. I’d been waiting so long to give my body away. I wanted it to be his.

Almost reverently, he sank his mouth over half my chest. I gasped out at the barren ceiling as his warmth and wetness encircled me. His tongue rippled across me and I tried to grab his hair. I found only bristle and scratched through it instead. His hand molested my other breast, as if his vast and powerful body was splitting apart to appreciate me in different ways.

His other hand crawled up my thighs. Under the blanket of pleasure smothering my chest, I felt a growing tingle of excitement as those fingers brushed closer and closer. They curved under my panties and then he was there. His fingers squished into my folds and now I fell into a full surrender.
 

His hand teased me open. I felt his rough touch through a layer of wetness, I hadn’t felt forming.

His fingers plunged into me. Everything else stopped mattering. The thick rods of muscle moved up me and a vast pleasure ran through my brain. Higher than anything I had felt before. 

I didn’t know this need had been there, but now it was the only part of me that mattered and it was being sated. But not completely. The further he thrust, the more I wanted. He was looking at me now, watching me writhe under his touch. I couldn't make words.

I grabbed his waist to try to pull him closer. To tell him that my body needed more of his to complete it. Instead I just caught the edges of his t-shirt. He let me pull that off. His muscles lay bare to me like some biological machine. His fingers curled into me again and I could see the motion as it rippled down from his massive shoulder.

I settled into the stroke and gazed at his chest. It lay
crisscrossed with scars. Faint marks across his shoulder. A long one on his right side that matched the faint line on his face. There were the ink ones he had added himself. Insignias, tribal markings, dark writhing patterns that looked like bodies in motion.

He let me appreciate them, and then curled his wrist and plunged deep into me. My eyes shut at the new high water mark. I heard pleasure cross his face.

He tugged down my panties and then shuffled down his own pants with a zip. I felt his hard tool smack out against my thighs. It laid out long and rippled with fine little bits I hadn’t noticed before. It moved up me like a snake and I gasped in anticipation at how it would feel.

It wasn't close to the real thing. His head spread me open, wider than his fingers could. My whole body sang at the pleasure of him, and then he rode into me. We groaned together. He ran out, and sank up into me again.

No tightness. No pain. Only the slightest pinch of pressure as he made me a woman.

He rolled into me - a vast and unstoppable force, and when
he came out the vacuum his body left just built my lust higher. He sank lower on me as his thrusts came faster. I clutched myself to him, feeling all those vast muscles moving him into me. These muscles had murdered, they had fought, they had ridden. All of it practice for penetrating my body.

He had spread my legs wide open. One hung off the bed. I was c
ompletely bare to him. He filled the space left behind, growing even stiffer inside of me.

My limit was coming. I could only be stretched so far. The pleasure had nowhere to go. It rolled over me like a tide at
beach. Rising, falling. Swelling each time.

I crawled my hands off his massive back and clutched his head to my neck. I wanted him to hear what he was doing to me. I wanted to hear the madness he had brought to my life ever since those eyes had first shone on mine. I was moaning into his ears, and that just made him grow and made me moan louder. He grunted with each thrust now, and I could feel him shudder. We were breaking each other.

He rolled me into a crunch and now my legs rose into the sky, guides for his body. He slammed hard down and into me, like a plunger for dynamite. A fuse went off and when it reached my spine, I exploded. I clawed into his skull and screamed as pulse after pulse of light ran through my body. 

My body shuddered and I could feel him go tense under my grip. He groaned like I had stabbed him. It was the sweetest sound. He stiffened and plunged in wetter, and then his juices burned into me, shot after thick shot. He pumped me full of himself, and then toppled us over.

My eyes opened and we were on our sides just faintly apart. His body burned but the small space between us made me shiver. I started to edge into him and his arms scooped me into his glistening body. He smelled sweet and thick with the exertion of us.

“
Thank you,” I said.