He frees his thick cock and rubs the head along my slit. Teasing. “Beg for it. Tell me how bad you need this dick stretching you open.”
“I need it,” I gasp. “I need your cock inside me. Please fuck me hard.”
He slams into me in one powerful thrust. I cry out at the sudden fullness. He feels so big from this angle. So deep. He grips my hips and starts pounding into me. Hard. Fast. The motorcycle rocks under us with every thrust. Skin slaps against skin. The ocean waves crash nearby mixing with my moans and his growls.
“Fuck yes,” he grunts. “This tight pussy takes me so good, swallowing every inch. You love getting fucked on my bike don’t you, baby?”
I moan louder and push back against him. “Yes. I love it. Harder.”
He slaps my ass hard. The sting blooms hot and perfect. He does it again on the other cheek. “That’s my good girl. Taking this cock like you were born for it.”
His thrusts grow wilder. One hand reaches around and rubs my clit in fast circles. Pleasure coils tight inside me. The motorcycle rocks faintly beneath us. The sun warms my skin. The salt air fills my lungs. Everything feels intense and raw and crazy.
“Come for me, Tia,” he demands.
I shatter hard. My walls clamp down around him. Pleasure crashes through me in waves. I cry out his name. He roars loud and thrusts deep one last time. He comes hard pulsing inside me. Hot cum fills me up as he holds me tight against the bike.
We stay like that for a long moment. Breathing hard. Connected. He finally pulls out and helps me stand. He kisses me deep and possessive. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman. But what a way to go.”
I smile against his mouth. My legs feel shaky but my heart feels full. We clean up and climb back on the Harley. Tampa waits ahead.
18
Kraken
We hit the road again after that hot stop on the side road. Tia sits tight behind me on the Harley. Her arms wrap firm around my waist and her body presses close. The vibration of the engine hums between us. Tampa lies ahead but I take my time on the route. No sense rushing when every mile puts more distance between us and the trouble brewing down in the Keys. The wind whips past carrying salt and heat. Tia shifts every so often and I feel her thighs squeeze me tighter. My cock still twitches at the memory of bending her over the bike and fucking her senseless.
My phone vibrates hard in my pocket. I slow down and pull off onto a wide shoulder near a stretch of empty road. Palm trees sway overhead. The ocean glints blue to our left. I kill the engine and help Tia off first. She pulls her helmet off and shakes out her hair. Her eyes look curious but calm. I yank my phone out and see Mace’s name on the screen.
I answer fast. “Talk.”
Mace’s voice comes through tight. “Prez. We got a problem. A big one.”
I step away from the bike a few feet. Tia stays close. Her hand rests on my arm like she already senses the shift. “What happened?”
“Gunny got taken. Las Olas Boulevard in Ft Lauderdale. Middle of the fucking day. Witnesses saw a black van. Cartel tags all over it. They grabbed him clean. No shots fired but he didn’t go quietly.”
Rage boils up hot and fast in my chest. My free hand curls into a fist. Gunny. The man who brought his daughter to me for protection. Taken like some fucking pawn. “How do you know it’s the Cartel?”
“Because Finn was spotted two blocks away right before it went down. Possibly the same crew that hit our shipment. They’re making moves and they’re being loud about it.”
I pace a short line on the gravel. My boots crunch loud. Tia watches me with wide eyes. Worry already creases her forehead. I force my voice steady for her sake but inside I want to put my fist through something. “Status on the club?”
“We’re locked down tight in Miami. No other hits yet. But this feels coordinated. They’re coming at us from multiple sides. Word is they’re waiting for you up in Tampa.”
I rub a hand down my face. “We’re heading back. Get eyes on every known Cartel spot. I want Finn breathing when I find him. He has answers and I’m going to rip them out.”
“Understood Prez. Stay safe.”
I end the call and shove the phone back in my pocket. Anger simmers thick in my veins. Gunny taken. My club under pressure. And Tia standing right here looking at me with thosebig trusting eyes. I turn to her and pull her against my chest. My arms wrap around her tight.
“What is it?” she asks. Her voice shakes just a little. “Kraken talk to me.”
I rest my chin on top of her head and breathe her in. “They took your dad. Cartel grabbed him in Ft Lauderdale. Finn was seen nearby. It’s definitely them.”
She stiffens in my arms. A small sound escapes her. Worry rolls off her in waves. “Is he okay? We have to do something. We have to go back.”
I hold her tighter. My hand strokes down her back trying to calm her even as my own blood burns. “We’re heading back. Right now. The club is solid in Miami but this changes things. I’m getting you somewhere safe and then I’m going after him.”
