Turning Point: BBW Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance (16 page)

“Let’s get this done. I don’t know how much more strength I have in me.”

“Enough for us to fool around a little later, I hope.” He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it before leading her out of his office.

They joined the others, some had already gone ahead to make arrangements, Faith didn’t want to know any details. It all still seemed too unreal. Feeling like she didn’t belong here, she kept close to Snake, glad when at last he went out to his bike, offering her a helmet, and then lifting his leg over his polished machine.

She climbed on behind him, and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, finding his presence comforting. He started his engine, and led the rest of the Dread Cult out onto the road, this time they didn’t care who looked and stared at so many bikes riding together. Faith gathered they were heading out into the country, somewhere private, where they could do what needed to be done, unseen by prying eyes.

The miles passed by, her mood shifting until she felt calmer, and more relaxed. Faith had trouble remembering everything that had happened in the few short days since she had met Snake. Her world had shifted, leaving her with some hard choices to make. Was she willing to trust him, to be his woman? Could she live the life they did, or would it drive her to the brink of insanity? All the deals that went on, bribes to the police were something she had naively thought were made up, but she figured it was a small part of the corruption mountain.

However, leaning her head against his hard, toned back, she knew she was already in too deep. She had to give him a chance, to try this new life, and hope that if it didn’t work out, she would be able to pick up and start again. That had to be better than giving up on love.

Sighing, she resigned herself to that revelation. It was only when he was in so much danger that the truth had struck her. Now she intended to get used to the idea before she shared it with him.

They turned off the road, the club members strung out in single file or two abreast as the traversed the rutted track. On they went, Faith wanting the whole thing to be over, yet dreading what was to come. She was no part of this, yet she was responsible in so many ways. Would they judge her for that, or let it go now she was Snake’s woman.

She needn’t have worried; they took little notice of her once they stopped. A grave had already been dug for Smithy, and his body was wrapped in a blanket, a burial shroud of sorts. Some of the men spoke about him, a few shed tears, there was no anger over what had happened, more of an acceptance of the life they had all chosen. It could have been any one of them lying under the earth, and they all knew that.

When Snake stepped forward to speak, she was lost. For a woman who had spent her whole life apart from people, not trusting or depending on them for much, this was a shock. They were connected, and she longed for him, for the reassurance that he gave her. He was a formidable man, and he was hers. When tears sprung to her eyes, some of those stood around might have thought they were Smithy. They would be wrong. The dam of emotion in her finally breaking down caused her tears. She was needy in a way she had never known.

This was not her wanting acceptance from Stan and Rob, that was a childish whim, the need to be included, rather than excluded from the cool kids. Now her need was that of a woman. To know that her man was there for her, it didn’t matter what size her body was, or whether she worked in a store. This incredible man had taken her, curves and all, and had defended her, even though a man had lost his life.

When he came back to her she had to restrain herself, or she would have flung herself into his arms. Not appropriate under the circumstances. However, as soon as they were more private, that was exactly what she did.

“You look dead on your feet,” he said. “I’ll take you home.”

“Will you stay with me?”

“Do you want me to stay? If I do, I don’t know how much sleeping you’ll be doing.”

Her body felt a thrill of excitement. His words lighted a fire in her, stirring her to life. “I don’t care as long as you are with me. I can’t face being on my own tonight, so much has happened.”

He didn’t answer, but the look he gave her said it all. In no time he had spoken to Crag, passing over command it seemed, and then they left. A solitary bike in the dimming evening light. Faith allowed herself to lose herself into a dream world where they were the only two people in the world, not ties, no other people to answer to. It was nice while it lasted, but when they got to her apartment, reality set back in. Only this reality was one she didn’t mind living, because it consisted of his arms wrapped around her waist, and his lips pressed against hers.

Somehow, they made it into her apartment with their clothes still intact. That didn’t last long. He ripped her shirt off, and then her bra, his hands covering her breasts. Faith was consumed by the same urge, quickly pulling his vest off his shoulders. His shirt followed, although she hated the fact his hands had to lose contact with her breasts while he lifted his arms up.

Her hands stroked his chest, tracing those familiar tattoos, and kissing his smooth skin. Snake lowered his head and sucked one of her taut nipples into his mouth, his hands going lower to tug off her jeans. She helped him, pushing them down over her hips, filled with an urgent need to be naked next to him.

Despite her curves he lifted her and carried her to the bed, placing her down with such care, she felt precious to him. Tonight he was gentle, more reserved with her, despite his obvious passion. She longed for him to join her on the bed, but at first, he simply stood and looked at her, his eyes taking in every intimate inch of her body.

“You are beautiful,” he told her.

She blushed. “Thank you for the compliment, but you don’t have to.”

“Faith,” he said, before sliding down next to her and cupping her cheek with his hand. While his thumb stroked her soft skin, his lips pressed against hers tenderly. “I mean it. To me you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever met. You’re so different, so complex, and so mine. I want you by my side, always.”

“Let’s talk later,” she said, choked by his honesty, and not sure what to say. As usual, she felt in danger of putting her foot in it and spoiling the moment with her confused thoughts. He might call it complex, she simply felt as changeable as the wind. Ever since she had met Snake, she had argued with herself as to whether she should stay with him or run away. This was crunch time, a turning point, and she was just plain scared. Those closest to her had never been loyal to her, if she gave her heart to Snake, would he keep it safe.

Running her fingers through his hair, she drew him to her, and kissed him. He responded, and for now a bond neither of them wanted to break joined them, it was made of desire, and a need to celebrate life after the death of a young man.

Their sensuous kisses quickly changed to a hunger to touch and tease. His hand cupped her breast, his finger and thumb tweaking her nipple harshly. She groaned against his mouth, driving him mad with desire. Rolling her onto her back, he spread her legs wide before sliding between them. His head dipped down and he kissed her mound, his tongue sliding out to flick across her throbbing clit.

Her hands fisted into his hair, and she clutched at him as her back arched to offer herself to him fully. He covered her clit with his mouth, sucking at her hungrily. When she could take no more he slipped his tongue inside her sex, and probed her there.

Faith cried out, her orgasm close. She humped herself onto his face, crying tears of frustration and need. Snake pushed a finger inside her, his mouth moving back to stimulate her clit. In and out, he delved in to her sweet wet depths. Another finger entered her, stretching her nice and wide, stroking her inner walls, probing deeply until he found the spot inside her that took her over the edge.

She came hard, pulsing and throbbing around his fingers. Snake was relentless; his fingers and mouth draining her of every ounce of her need. One orgasm followed another, shattering her world into little pieces that only he could put back together.

Slowly he allowed her to come back down to earth. Her breathing hard, making her breasts heave as she struggled for air. However, Snake was not willing to give her time to recover. His need was not yet sated. She felt his cock, still painfully hard, press against her thigh as he moved up her body, kissing her too sensitive skin until she was ready for him once more.

He nestled between her thighs, and guided himself into her slick heat. Pressing forward, inch by inch he made her aware of every tiny movement. He was big, and despite the way his fingers had already stretched her, she still felt that instant of panic when she thought she would not be able to take him inside her completely.

Then the panic passed, he buried himself up to the hilt, raising her thigh to pinion her leg against him. Now she had no escape from his hard thrusts, his gentleness passed, this was him claiming her. His body demanded ownership of her, in the same way the tattoo did. She was his, and she would submit to him impaling her on his thick cock until he had taken what he wanted. Faith had no desire to fight him; instead, his raw need increased her arousal. She rose with him, her fingernails digging into his back as he stretched her to the point of pain. Lunging deeper with each stroke, he consumed her, taking control of her for his own pleasure. Snake rode her hard, and his orgasm came swiftly, jerking hard into her, and muttering words that made her blush. This was the President of the Dread Cult taking her, a powerful man, and she would need to remember that. For all his capacity to be warm and tender, it was a thin veil over the other side of Snake.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, his lips finding hers once more.

She held him close, and when he withdrew a little she said, “I’m happy to hear it. Promise me you will always want me this way.”

“Always is a long time, Faith.”

“I know.”

He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “I promise I will never cheat on you, or hurt you. I want to make a life with you Faith. But my life also belongs to my brothers. I thought I wanted to let that go, but today has shown me how much I need them, and they need me. We’re a family, and I want you to be part of that. They will give you respect, especially when you give birth to my child.”

Her heart jolted. Of course, they had not used protection again. “If we have a child, you will be there for it, and for me?”

“Yes. That I promise. I want to make sure my child has a better childhood than I ever did.”

“Then that is one thing we are completely agreed on. I want to trust you, Snake, but it’s hard, I’m not used to people caring for me.”

“Then this will be a new life for both of us Faith.”

She kissed him. “Why don’t we start off by practising the whole baby making thing again.”

“I guess that’s two things we’re completely agreed upon then.”

She laughed, but then he entered her again so swiftly he took her breath away. He had taught her that there comes a time in your life when you have to turn away from what you think you know. To take a chance on things you don’t. He was her chance, at a life she had never known, with a man she could only ever have dreamed of wanting her. As he filled her with his hardness once more, she knew she was going to love getting to know him, and all his body could teach her.

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