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“No, he left yesterday on some mission. I don’t know when he’ll be back.”
Well, that explained a lot. There was no way Crankshaft would’ve been okay with leaving the clubhouse unguarded. Heads were going to roll when the guys came back.
“Hold on, if you didn’t burn down the Dark Tribe’s clubhouse, then why are you here?” Becca asks, pulling away from me completely and staring cautiously up at me. She folds her arms across her chest, shivering, and I can tell that the shock of seeing someone die is starting to really hit her.
Oh, speaking of, we have a dead body to dispose of. My eyes flick over to Devil and then to Butch. I jerk my chin toward the dead leader and the congealing blood around his body. Butch nods and heads toward the body to take care of it.
That worry dealt with, I can finally focus on the one and only reason I had come to Manhattan: Becca.
“I’m here because I love you,” I say. “I've lived this last week without you, and it’s been hell on earth. Becca, I never want to be without you again. Will you move to Long Island with me?” I hear the gasps of the two girls as they listen to my proposal, but I ignore them. All that matters is my cinnamon-haired goddess.
“I would love to,” Becca says, throwing her arms around me. “Fuck Manhattan! Let’s move to Long Island!”
I start laughing and begin swinging her around and around, making her squeal loudly in my ear. I love every sound, but then I hear the best sound of all—a happy sigh.
“I love you too, Harlan,” she whispers into my ear, and I know that there’s no better sound in the world.
19
Becca
"Harlan, get me the hell out of here," I say, squeezing his hand tight. "I love you too, and I wanna show you just how much far, far from here."
His arms wrap around me and the man dips and kisses me. Is it a little crazy to do right after I saw him kill someone, yes? But one week apart anything short of shooting me isn't going to keep me from my big bad biker. There are things about his life I don't understand, but I know that Harlan is mine, and I'm his, and I know that's all I need to know right now. His lips are on mine, and it is the most sensual feeling in the world. His wet tongue sliding over mine as I'm opening up to let him in, how he breathes in my mouth and I breathe in his, and the way he pulls me back tight to him. Fuck, I will never get enough of this man. My man.
Still holding his hand, he takes me to his bike, hands me a helmet I strap on, and I climb behind him. I hold tight, for dear life, as he starts up my second favorite thing to vibrate my pussy (his face is the first). I know that I'm holding onto him now so I don't fall off this bike, but I'm holding on to him forever because Harlan is the best damn thing that's ever happened to me.
I don't know where he's driving to, and I don't know how long it is going to take, but I dig my hands into him, squeezing harder because I want to wrap my hands around his cock. It isn't exactly the safest thing to do of course so I resist, but that's what's on my mind. I shut my eyes and lay my head against his back, listening to the sound of the road and feeling so free with him. I can feel my pulse slowing down. It was racing earlier from all that adrenaline seeing the man I love kill someone for me. I didn't know what the fuck was going on; he didn't burn down the clubhouse, but he did kill Devil. But I don't want to think about it. I don't need to. That's all behind us and we're going forward. Harlan and I started something before, but that's finished and we're at the start of something new. We have a whole life together we're going to start, in Long Island, far away from the shit storm that was Manhattan. I feel fresh, revived. I cling to Harlan with every turn in the road and know I'm safe. I've got my arms wrapped around him now and tonight, I'll sleep with his arms wrapped around me. Perfection. That's the only way to describe this. I'm so safe when I'm with him, so happy, and it's like I'm more myself than I've ever been. Harlan sets me free.
We pull into a motel parking lot and I laugh. This is exactly what I had in mind. When he stops, I pull off my helmet and shake out my hair. "I would've done it out in the grassy fields we passed earlier, I am so ready for you to fuck me," I tell him. An elderly couple walks out of their room just as I say that, and I put my hands on my hips. You only live once, right? And they can scrunch their noses up, but oh well. They have no idea what I've been through, what Harlan has just been through. I have time to make up for and those people weren't always old!
Harlan bursts into laughter and grabs me, lifting me and twirling me around in the air like I'm a goddamn princess. Which, of course, I love. He pulls me down, dropping me in to kiss me again. When I finally get to breathe, he tucks a finger under my chin and kisses me on the forehead. "Gonna fuck you really damn good, baby girl," he says in a lower voice. A sexy rumble that ignites every inch of my body. I didn't exactly shout what I said, but I don't mind him telling me he's going to give me that amazing cock in a whispering voice, like it is our little secret.
We walk inside and Harlan asks for a room on the end.
Yeah, because the sounds I am going to make? Won't be a secret from anyone that I'm taking a massive cock in a few minutes. I suck in my lower lip at the thought. The gal at the counter winks at me when I do and I giggle. "My boyfriend's a big bad biker," I tell her and I can feel how hard of a time my face is having keeping straight.
"Get it, girl," she laughs, giving Harlan back his card and handing him a room key. This place is so not fancy and the key is even an actual key. I don't mind though, I would fuck Harlan right here if I didn't want to keep anyone from seeing his cock. Though, I mean, he's going to be basically hiding it in me, I ponder. "Y'all are like something out of one of those books I'm always reading on my Kindle app," the reservation gal points to her phone that has a story open on it right it now.
I burst into laughter.
Harlan groans but he's smiling. "You too, damn. It ain't nothin' like the books," he says.
But he's so already lost. "Yeah," I laugh and put my arm around him. "Sometimes it is way fucking better."
"Enjoy!" She says and picks up her phone.
"You too," I say, repaying her earlier wink with my own.
"I'm not saying I need to fuck the literacy out of you, but I do think there's something we need to take care of now," Harlan says, smacking my ass on our way out and toward our room on the end.
"Why not," I say, taking the key and unlocking the door. I barrel inside, ripping off my clothes before he's even closed the door. "You do like to fuck me so hard I can't remember my name."
"That's right," Harlan says, making short order of his own clothes, too. I could eat that man, just looking at his hard abs, the chiseled 'v' pointing right to that perfect monster cock. And he's coming right at me, stroking that monster. His biceps make me purr, the way they flex because of him stroking that massive erection.
"C'mere, baby," I moan, sliding my ass onto the bed and spreading my legs. I dip my hand down and feel how wet I am. I slide a finger in and show it to him, and then slide it in my mouth and lick it clean.
"Damn, Becca, you could kill a man with how fucking hot you are," he growls and drops his cock to come for me. He pounces at me and grips my neck and hips, turning me over and sliding his cock in from behind. He pulls my legs off the bed and slams into me, hard.
