Tread: Biker Romance (Ronin MC Series Book 1) (23 page)

Tread put his hands on the button of my jeans, a searching look in his eyes. I swallowed thickly and nodded. He popped the button, the zipper’s teeth sounding loud in the quiet room.

When he pulled the denim and panties down with two hands, backing up until they were free and he was standing, I started to pant. The hunger in his eyes was that of a predator eyeing its prey. He wanted everything that he saw, and that filled me with more desire than anything else. I wanted to writhe and arch my back at the way he wanted me.

Tread unbuckled his belt then let his jeans fall, but left the white boxers on. I was slightly disappointed, until he moved over the bed towards me again. He kissed the tops of my feet first, then shins, giving equal attention to both legs. When he moved past my knees, I had to push my thighs together to try to ease the ache he caused.

“Look at you.” Tread moved his chin across my thigh to the other, goose bumps following in his wake. “All spread out in my bed. An angel, just for me.”

“Tread,” I gasped when he sucked the sensitive skin on my hip, my legs parting on their own to accommodate his hips.

“Do you want this, baby? Am I pushing you too far?” he asked quietly, his eyes on my face as he moved his beard across to the other hip.

“No, no,” I panted. “You’re not pushing yet. I’m hoping we get to that part, though.”

Tread chuckled, a dark, sexy sound that made my toes curl with the wickedness of it. He lay down on his stomach, his shoulders spreading my legs farther apart. “What do you want me to push with, Gracie? My fingers? My tongue? Or do you want my cock?”

“Oh my God, yes.” I panted, closing my eyes, digging my head back into the pillow as I felt his words on my wet flesh.

“Do you have a problem, Grace?” he asked innocently from between my thighs. I could feel the words spoken against my folds, the heat of his breath making me shake.

“Yes, and you have a very big answer,” I ground out between my teeth.

His laugh arched my back, moving my hips closer to his mouth reflexively. “The things that come out of your mouth, angel. God, I fuckin’ love it.”

He placed a soft kiss at the top of my curls and my hips bucked towards his face. Jesus, I wanted him. Why was he taking so long?

“Let’s see what secrets you hold, darlin’,” Tread said, ghosting a finger over my damp curls. I closed my eyes, the sight of him between my legs too much, but it just intensified everything he did. What he was doing. Finally.

That one long finger moved slowly up, hitting the spot I needed him to be, then back down, over and over, going a little deeper with each pass. “God,” I moaned loudly when the pressure hit firmly and he circled before going back down. “No,” I moaned in protest.

“Are you hurting, Gracie?” he asked.

“Yes!” I yelled, my skin coated with a sheen of sweat I was so turned on.

“Let me kiss it and make it better.” His lips were suddenly there, his tongue flicking, his mouth sucking, and I was done for.

“Oh my Jesus, God, yes!” exploded out of my mouth as I pulled the sheets with my hands, my thighs closing around his head, heels digging into his back.

Tread moaned into me, the vibrations causing me to jerk in spasms as I yelled incoherently. He let go, moving down, entering me with his tongue, making me gasp and raise my head.

His eyes were on me when he placed the flat of his tongue against my clit and one finger entered where no one ever had. I squeezed it tightly, trying to bring him in deeper, and his mouth backed away.

“Don’t stop,” I protested.

“You gotta let me in, darlin’.” He backed away, his eyes focusing on his finger moving in and out. “God, you’re so pretty. You gotta let me stretch you and make this good for you.”

“It is good. It’s good,” I rambled.

One side of his mouth lifted in a smirk. “My dick’s a lot bigger than one finger, Gracie. We have to be patient so I don’t hurt you too much.”

Crap. Not what I wanted to think about. “Okay, I’ll try to relax.”

“That’s good, baby.” He moved back to my clit and I was back in heaven. Nothing had ever felt as good as his hot, wet mouth.

I felt the stretch when he added another finger. I had taken two. Yay! We were almost there, right? Because I was about to explode.

I felt the pressure building with each pull from his mouth, each lunge of his hand, but it was so much more than what had come before it, I feared I wouldn’t survive.

Earlier in the week, I had blessed the invention of the vibrator, knowing it was a woman’s work, cursing myself for being ignorant of their bliss for all of my adult life.

Now, it seemed so insignificant a tool when there were things like bikers with beards making things tingle in the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. Stabbing needles, tickling scruff, and soothing silk became my world.

When I was on the precipice of ecstasy, Tread would back away, scissoring his fingers inside of me, making me finally grab his hand to keep him where I needed.

He thought this was funny. I did not, though I did appreciate his hot breath against my wetness.

“Tread, I’m serious. Swear to God,” I said with one hand in his hair, the other bent so that I could lean on an elbow and watch.

“You need somethin’, baby?” he asked, his fingers still moving inside of me. The muscles on his shoulders were shiny with sweat as they flexed and released.

“Yes,” I said firmly. Let there be no doubt.

Tread finally rose onto his knees and pushed down the boxers that barely contained him, his other hand never leaving me. “Tell me what you need,” he demanded.

I swallowed at my first real sight of a man. His skin there was taught, shiny it was so hard, the mushroom head an angry, reddish purple I wasn’t expecting. He pulled a condom from his jeans and I watched in fascination as he covered himself with one hand with thin latex. “That,” I said quietly.

Tread removed his fingers from inside of me and I watched with wide eyes as he licked them clean. He climbed my body with glittering eyes, smearing his wet fingers onto my nipple before cleaning it off again with his mouth with a groan.

When he got to my mouth, I pulled back a little. “Your beard is wet.”

His teeth flashed a bright white in the room when he smiled wickedly at me. “Oh, yes it is. I’m gonna be tasting you tomorrow at breakfast, when I have a cigarette, and every time I take a drink.”

My nose scrunched up. “Gross.”

Tread winked. “Flavor savor, baby.”

I burst out laughing, which seemed like the most impossible thing in the world considering I could feel how hard he was against my leg. “That’s disgusting, and you better take a shower before tomorrow.”

I tried to dodge his head, but he caught my lips in a kiss, pushing his tongue deep so that I tasted myself, which was shockingly not horrible. “Then I’ll just have you for breakfast so that I can taste you for the rest of the day. Now did you need something?”

“Yes.”

“What is it, Gracie?” he asked with a knowing look.

“You know,” I deadpanned, feeling my desire starting to slowly fade.

Tread reached down between us and ghosted his hardness against my clit. “Say cock, baby. I wanna watch your lips form around a dirty word for the first time.”

I swallowed, my breaths escalating with each circle of his . . . cock.

“Cock,” I said slowly, watching his pupils dilate in pleasure.

“Yes,” he hissed, positioning himself at my opening. “Now say pussy.”

I gasped as the foreign, much larger than fingers invasion started, but his words were making me hotter. “Pussy.”

He groaned, resting his forehead against mine and closing his eyes.

I panted against his mouth as he stretched me to the point I felt I would possibly rip in half. He would stop every inch and wait for me to relax before pulling back and sliding in again.

It seemed to take forever, and when I was sure he was all the way in, his eyes opened and he stilled. “That’s it right there. This is where it’s gonna hurt, and I can’t do anything about it.”

“What?” Surely he didn’t mean this was only half over.

Tread moved his fingers from his dick to rub against my clit again. I instantly tightened around him deep inside and he groaned. “God, you’re killing me, Gracie. I’m never gonna last when I get all the way in. I feel like I’m fuckin’ sixteen.”

“I can’t help it.” I moved my hips slightly. “It feels good.”

“Yeah, it does. I’m gonna count to three.”

I was lost in everything that he was, that he had been doing to me for freaking ever. His fingers circled faster. “What?”

“One.”

“What happens at three?”

“Two.”

“Do I come then?”

“Three.”

No. I most certainly did not come then. Tread plunged hard, deep, washing me in a pain I could not describe before freezing.

Neither of us were breathing. When my face felt like it would explode, I finally exhaled shakily, slowly, slightly surprised he hadn’t punctured a lung.

A bead of sweat rolled down Tread’s face, and I moved my hands to push back his damp hair. Finally, he gasped. “Are you okay?” he asked gruffly.

“Turns out you’re very big,” I tried to joke, suddenly feeling immensely vulnerable.

His eyes shut tightly. “Jesus, don’t say shit like that.”

I closed my mouth with a snap. “Okay.”

“No, just . . . Did it hurt a lot? Are you okay?”

The pain had been lessening by degrees, and I felt fairly certain I would survive. “I’m good.”

“You think I can move now?”

I gasped. “Oh my gosh, yes. This has to be so boring for you right now.”

Tread choked on a chuckle, rocking his body into mine with the action, making us both gasp. “Jesus, Grace. You have no fuckin’ idea. I’m not bored, darlin’.”

“You’re not?”

“No.” He kissed me quickly before pulling out almost all of the way then sliding back in with gritted teeth. “I’ve never been so turned on. You feel . . . I can’t even describe. I wanna live in you forever. I wanna die right here.”

I cast my eyes around the room before looking back at him. “Well, this just got awkward.”

Tread burst out laughing, burying his head in my neck, groaning on a thrust before lifting his face to mine. “How is it possible to laugh right now? God, you’re an angel. I knew it. My angel.”

“This angel wants to fly,” I said with a smile, knowing I was painfully naïve in this part of life, where he was not.

He sighed contently. “Well, I’m not positive we can get you there your first time, but if it doesn’t work out, I’ve got nimble fingers and a bubble bath with your name on it.”

“You mean you can’t get me off right now?” I asked loudly. I just spent a long damn time with the man getting me to the edge then backing away with his mouth, and he didn’t let me do it then when this wasn’t a sure thing? Gah!

“I’m gonna fuckin’ try. You’re like a vise around my cock, angel. I could lose it embarrassingly fast.”

That’s when I picked up what he was putting down.

I was getting him so hot he was going to come early.

I was rocking his world just laying still. Imagine what I could do if I moved!

I sighed, content that I didn’t suck, but nowhere near about to have an orgasm. That tingle had slipped away some time ago.

Then he moved as his fingers circled patiently around my clit. Slowly, the feeling came back. A spark. A fizzle of light behind my eyes. I gasped and reached for Tread. His skin sliding over mine with slick flesh. My nails dug into his shoulders, along his back, not finding purchase to hold on.

“Faster,” I panted.

“Oh thank fuck.” Tread’s voice was so deep, so gravelly, I shivered, and clenched down, making us both moan. His fingers circled faster. My legs pulled up, gripping his sides as my hips moved with his thrusts.

It was right there. I curled my toes. Right there.

“Faster.”

Tread groaned, pumping faster, harder, his pelvic bone hitting his hand, adding more kindling. I knew I was right there.

Suddenly, Tread’s thrusts were so forceful they pushed me up the bed. Two, three times. “Ah, Grace. Yes.” He was coming. His weight crushed me to the bed.

“No, no, no. Don’t stop. I’m so close. Don’t stop.” I hit him on his back with a closed fist feebly, my body shaking.

“Mmm,” Tread groaned, pushing up weakly until his hand could continue. His mouth nipped my earlobe before soothing the pain with his tongue. “Come for me, angel.”

I groaned and squeezed. I was so close. “Faster.”

His hand gave up circling and moved side to side rapidly, his chest still heaving. “You’re gonna come and squeeze me so hard, aren’t you, Gracie? Come on my cock, baby.”

And that was all she wrote.

I burst into flames from the inside out, writhing under him, my voice raw and broken from screaming. I burned alive, turned into ash, and couldn’t wait to do it again.

THREE WEEKS LATER, I HAD
converted an extra bedroom in my house to a mission-readiness command center. Maps were strewn across the table as I investigated routes, side routes, byways, hideaways, egress routes, and all the contingency routes that may be needed for our next run.

The run to bring someone
in
to the country.

Everything about it was high risk.

Too many things could go wrong.

Every piece of knowledge and experience I had would be poured into these routes until I found the perfect one, the best one needed to achieve success.

I even had old city maps of Albuquerque, Phoenix, and El Paso to find old drainages that we could use as escape routes, or low profile convoys.

Once I plotted the routes, I recorded the ten-digit grids into my wrist Garmin. Something—besides the obvious—wasn’t right about this run, and it was bugging the shit out of me.

“Hey, stranger, I brought your dinner in.” Grace entered, placing a plate and glass of tea on my desk in the corner.

I tossed my pencil onto the large table that took up most of the room and grabbed the glass. “Hey, babe.”

“You still working on your problem?”

I rubbed the bridge of my nose and sighed. “Yeah, it’s kickin’ my ass.”

Grace wrapped her arms around my neck and I sat on the edge of the desk to take some inches off my height to ease her reach. I filled my hands with the flair of her hips, moving my thumbs under her shirt to stroke silky skin. “What’s the problem?”

“Do you know what a choke point is?” I asked, distracted by the apple scent of her shampoo. When I bit the ball of her shoulder, her breath hitched. I loved how she reacted to me.

“I don’t know what any of this crap is,” she mumbled, moving her head to the side so that I could get to her neck.

“If you’re interested, I’ll give you a run down,” I offered distractedly, biting her earlobe, soothing the sting with my tongue.

Grace pulled back with a sexy little smirk that got my blood pumping every time. “I might as well know what my
old man
does for a living.”

I curbed the lust that happened every time she was near, not knowing where to start. I lost myself for a moment when I met her gaze. A soft smile upon her face as her beautiful blue eyes sparkled.

I cleared my throat and gestured around the room. “Well, these maps here are topographical maps, which means they show elevations at a location. That’s how I know where a draw, ridge, valley, ravine are at.” I planted my finger to the target of my struggle. “Here, we have what’s called a choke point. When everyone has to bunch up and get closer to get through an area—”

“And you can’t see what’s on the other side.”

“Yeah, obstructing the view,” I finished.

“You could be ambushed.”

“That’s the concern.” I pointed to the map. “Here at the first choke point, we have to squeeze in between two mesas, which mean we won’t be able to see what’s on the sides of the road ahead. Could be a cop, could be a rival MC.”
Could be cartel
.

“Just go the speed limit and that takes care of one problem. What’s with the fancy watch?” She pointed to my Garmin.

“This is a GPS I wear on my wrist, but it’s a lot more than just entering an end address and pushing start. I can see where I’m going, where I’m at in the world, and I can plot points into it. So, for example, I make the route to my liking then the Garmin will navigate on the road.  This is the latest model, but I have the previous one as well.”  I point absently to a drawer in my desk, where I keep the spare.

“That’s really cool, but why can’t you use a normal GPS?” she asked, pressing a button on the face of the Garmin.

“This is compact enough to be on the bike, comfortable, and it does a little bit more than give traffic updates along the route. You know, it’s weird explaining this to a civilian. It’s all second nature for the guys. It escapes me how much normal people really don’t know.”

“Oh, I’m normal, huh?” she asked, putting her small hands on the flare of her hips.

“Refreshingly so. Did you know what we call ‘Land-Nav’, most civilians call ‘geocaching’ or some shit.”

“Mmmhmm,” she replied, not paying me any attention at all now that she had her hands on my tablet.

“Anything else you want to know?” I asked out of politeness, nudging her with my hand.

“Um, nope.” Grace looked up at me a moment later. “Wait, why do you have Google maps up on your tablet?”

“Oh, that’s for an app I got from Stevie-the-hacker. If I program the serial number from my wrist Garmin here into this program—” I swiped and pointed to bring up the other app “—then I can get a ten-digit grid, or longitude and latitude, enter it into Google maps, and see exactly where I am.”

“That’s pretty cool. So if I had this program on my phone, I can stalk you from Google Earth?”

Damn. Did not see that coming. “Not exactly what I was going for, but yeah.”

“When were you going to tell me about the run? Do I need to get you anything from the store? I can get the other ladies together and make a Costco run.”

She had me. I wasn’t going to tell her until it was certain we were going. I was still hoping for a miracle, even in the eleventh hour.

“If you’re going, you know I’m a sucker for Oreos. Smokes wouldn’t be bad.” My mind flashed back to the many times the other guys pulled snacks and smokes from their saddlebags, packed by their ladies. It was one less thing we had to worry about when planning a run. “Some Cliff bars would be nice, too.”

“Okay, I’ll go call Lola and Veesa. Are we going anywhere tonight?”

“I figured we could watch a movie, or start a new series since I leave tomorrow. I’ll be gone at least a few days, and I wanna get some QT with you.” I winked. Translation: panties optional.

“All right, I’ll pick up some ice cream and booze, too.”

I stood and held her head in my hands. She leaned up to give me her sweet mouth and I took sipping kisses from her lips. “You’re a fucking genius, babe.”

Grace smiled and went on her toes to give me a kiss back. “Don’t you forget it.”

I watched her ass sway in an old pair of jeans on her way out then sat at the desk to eat. My favorite, chicken enchiladas. I didn’t know how she did it, but it tasted more and more like Veesa’s every time.

Between the magic she was working in the kitchen, and the fires she started in the sheets, there was nothing to dislike about having an old lady. The second gen had avoided commitment like the plague, and for what? Booze and different pussy?

The pussy had been the same for years around here, anyway. All of us getting our dick wet in the same pool. Fucking gross.

Yup, I was sitting pretty.

Grace had no hang-ups in bed, because I was her one and only, so we experimented all the damn time and she was open to anything once.

As for the booze, I didn’t even need to drive to the bar. My
old lady
was bringing it to me.