Burnt Rubber: Adults Only Motorcycle Club Romance: Roadrunners MC (13 page)

She lifted her ass up from the mattress the second Six raised his head and grasped at her panties. They were dragged down her legs, and she kicked them off her ankles as he went after her naked pussy. The way the tip of his tongue slid softly along her engorged pussy lips sent shivers down her back, and she eagerly wriggled down the bed towards him. It got her what she wanted as his stiffened tongue circled her clit, and she pressed her head against the bedcovers as the intimate heat burned hotter still.

Her hand touched on Six’s head as he stiffened his tongue and started moving faster. It was the sweetest of sensations to have him between her thighs, and she gasped and groaned as he ravished her. The build up of excitement was mounting to a high and she could sense that she was already starting to lose control. Her fingers gripped at his short hair to hold him in place, but the frantic onslaught didn’t quite get her all the way to what she wanted before he came up gasping for air.

She looked to see the hungry expression in his eyes before her gaze flicked down to his body. The outline of his erection clearly showed through the denim of his jeans and she couldn’t tear her gaze from it.

“Are you just going to look?” he asked with a smirk.

Marion cheekily shrugged her shoulders.

“Touched it already,” she told him.

“Oh yeah?” he let out. “Is there something you want to confess?”

“You must have thought I was your teddy bear in bed last night the way you were cuddling me in your sleep,” she said and laughed. “I think you were dreaming about me too, going by the massive hard on you were sporting.”

“I didn’t realize I was sleeping with such a pervert,” he quipped.

“Are you complaining?” Marion asked.

“Only if you don’t touch it again,” he responded.

The comment made Marion sit up and she pushed him towards the side of the bed. He was quick to stand up while she moved to sit on the edge of the mattress. The breath stuck in her throat as she reached out and traced a fingertip along the bulging outline. It made her want more and she began opening the buttons at Six’s crotch. It allowed her to get his jeans down and her gaze settled on his tight, white underwear.

She touched on his erection through the thin material before eagerly dragging it down his legs. It brought his solid erection in view and she couldn’t stop the smile flashing across her face. Six tensed as she slipped her fingers around his cock and she looked up to see his eyes closed. She brought her gaze down to watch what she was doing as she stroked her fingers along his swollen length. It seemed to grow harder still as she made his hot blood pump, and she traced her fingertips on bulging veins as she brought her touch up to the very tip. The head was slick with pre-cum and she teased the tip of her finger around the little slit before leaning forward.

Six quickly swept her long hair aside and held it in a ponytail at the side of her head. It was clear he wanted to see what she was doing, so she glanced up to meet his gaze as she pressed her lips on the very tip of his cock. His expression of pure lust encouraged her on to more, and she let her mouth slide just over the head then licked around it. She grasped hold with her hand to stroke her fingers up and down as she continued to sweep her tongue over hot, swollen flesh. It got her the groans she was hoping for and she could tell how much she was turning him on.

She began to let her lips follow her fingers down and the touch of them sliding over bulging veins brought out an exhilaration that made her work all the more eagerly to pleasure Six. His cock thrust to the back of her throat as she ducked her head down again and again, and she slid her hand to his balls to feel how heavy they were. His grip tightened on her hair as he lost himself to the pure delight of her mouth, and Marion kept going for as long as she could before she needed to catch a breath.

Her hand slid up from his balls to his shaft and she squeezed tightly around it. Six groaned and she looked up at him again. His eyes were now wide open and she let go of his cock as she got up. Their naked bodies pressed together as they kissed and she made him turn around so that she could push him down on the bed. She straddled his waist to sit down on his engorged manhood and rocked her hips to rub her wet pussy against it. The flare of desire was heady and she gasped when he grabbed her hips.

“Are you going to use me?” he asked with a smirk.

“Was thinking about it,” she retorted as she got up to her knees.

She reached down between her legs to get hold of his cock and positioned it so it was pointing straight up from his body. It enabled the tip to spread her pussy lips apart when she lowered herself to it and she began to shake as the thick hardness stretched her wet slit open. She slowly slid down every last hard inch until she was sitting on Six. His grip tightened on her hips to make her rock her body and the shudders rippled through them both as the waves of pleasure took hold.

Marion leaned forward to place her hands on his toned, muscular chest and she brushed her fingertips across his nipples as her movements became more frantic. She was climbing towards an orgasm and this time was in control to make sure she got there. Six’s fingers sank in the soft flesh of her hips to help as she began to raise and lower herself. It got her the sensual delight of hard cock sliding deep in her pussy, but she wanted more and threw herself to a frantic onslaught on the man below her.

He began to buck his hips up from the bed to meet her as she dropped down, and the sound of their naked skin coming together filled the room. Marion was gripped by the rising tension and dug her nails in the muscles of Six’s chest as she increased her efforts to ride his cock and take herself all the way. The burning pleasure carried her ever closer to what she wanted with every second, until she was poised on the very cusp of losing control. Trickles of sweat slid across her naked skin as she kept up her ferocious pace until she was overwhelmed by it.

She tilted her head back as the eruption of hot ecstasy coursed through her body, and her despairing gasp was loud when shudders wracked her naked curves. It swept her up to a shattering high that left her desperately trying to catch her breath as her slick inner skin rippled around her lover’s throbbing erection.

The power eventually drained from her to make her slump forward, and it was easy for Six to roll her limp body off his to get on top of her. His fingers entwined with hers as he held her hands down on the mattress and used his knee to spread her legs apart. Marion bit her lip as he got in position, with his stiff shaft poised to enter her. His mouth came down on hers as he thrust his hips forward and she let out a muffled squeal as the penetration slammed inside her.

Wet hair stuck to her forehead and the trickles of sweat continued to roll across her skin as the afterglow of the orgasm brought her down from the erotic high she just experienced. Her breath spilled out heavily as they stared in each other’s eyes. Six circled his hips and her face screwed up as the rush of bliss returned between her thighs. Her hands were trapped on the mattress as he pushed himself up on straight arms. There was no doubt who was in control of the action now and she gasped as she was taken. She was with a man she would never have imagined being seduced by, yet she couldn’t imagine telling Six to stop as he pumped in and out of her relentlessly.

Six’s hips slammed forward as he went after what he wanted. Marion groaned as the slow, deep strokes of his cock gave way to more frantic, jabbing thrusts when his lust began to overwhelm him. He wasn’t holding back and threw himself at her in a frantic manner that he could only keep up for a short while. She groaned as he thrust all the way inside and dropped down on her when he lost control. His body bucked around as he released a torrent of thick seed that burst deep inside her in powerful streams. She could hear his desperate breaths in his ear as he gave her everything, and it was only when his climax finally died away that he settled down on top of her and tried to recover his senses. The gentle throbbing of his erection continued to play against her inner skin and she freed her hands from his to wrap her arms around him. She only let go when he eventually moved his weight off her and they lay side by side in silence for a while.

“I told Carrie it wasn’t clever of her to fall for a Roadrunner,” Marion eventually let out.

“You’re probably right,” he replied.

“Yeah,” she let out and rolled on her side to cuddle up close to him. “Why didn’t I listen to my own words then?”

“Not as smart as you look, I guess,” he teased her and laughed.

“Shut up,” she told him and put her head on his chest as they relaxed to enjoy the intimacy of their first time together.

Special Agent Dickinson slowed her pace when she saw the sign for the Castle Bar on the opposite sidewalk from where she was walking. She peered closely at the place, but couldn’t see much through the dirty windows, and no one went in or came out as she passed by. There was certainly no activity that unnerved her, but she kept walking before eventually stopping to look in a store window.

The phone calls she’d been making since the previous afternoon were what brought her to her current location, but she wasn’t sure quite what she was going to find inside the bar. Hopefully it was some information that would guide her in the direction of the fugitives she was attempting to track down. On the other hand, it might be nothing at all. Being in a strange place always made her cautious and she wasn’t going to walk in until she was happy with things.

She made one more pass of the bar to check it out, but again didn’t get the feeling there was anything out of place. The tiredness washed over her and she stopped for a few seconds to let the sensation pass so that she could remain as alert as possible. She’d been on the go since the phone call telling her about Detective Allan’s failed raid the day before, and she really needed to get her head down and sleep for a while. It was a bad idea to put herself in a dangerous situation while tired although, in truth, she reckoned there was no real risk to the meeting she hoped she was about to have. It was the information she might get that would potentially put her in peril, but without it she suspected she would have little chance of hunting down and arresting Andy ‘Six’ Carter.

She slipped a hand inside her jacket and made sure that her holster was unbuttoned. Not that she thought she would need her gun, but it was force of habit when she walked into an unknown situation. Getting her legs moving again, she walked directly to the door of the bar and stepped through it. The dingy interior made her squint her eyes as she glanced around, and her gaze eventually settled on the unshaven man sitting on his own at a table in the corner of the room. She walked up to the counter to buy a couple bottles of beer then made her way across to the man.

“Do you want one?” she asked and held out a beer.

“Sure,” he replied. “Take a seat.”

Angela sat down and slid one of the beers across the table to him before lifting the other to her lips to take a drink. She spoke when she put the bottle down.

“Long time since we’ve met, Frankie.”

“Not long enough,” he replied. “I take it you weren’t followed.”

“No reason for anyone to follow me,” she answered.

“Yeah, well it’s not you putting your fucking neck on the line, is it?”

“I guess not,” Angela said.

She watched as the man opposite picked up the beer and his gaze flicked nervously to the door when he heard it opening. The young couple that came in were wrapped up in each other and obviously just looking for a place to have a drink together. They weren’t a threat and his gaze came to her.

“Did you bring the money?” he asked.

“Of course,” she replied. “But you won’t see it until I have what I want from you.”

Frankie’s curse was quiet and he lifted a hand to rub his fingers on his unshaven chin. He picked up the bottle to take a long gulp of beer then slipped his hand in his pocket afterwards. His palm slapped quietly down on the table and he slid his hand across to her. It was only when he lifted it that she saw the folded piece of paper. Angela was quick to pick it up, but she dropped her hands in her lap before she opened it up.

“This is it?” she asked after reading the three addresses.

“It’s all I know,” he said.

“The Roadrunners must have more safe houses than this.”

“Yeah, I’d guess that’s true,” Frankie hissed. “But listen to what I’m fucking saying. That’s all I know. I’m one hundred percent certain those are correct, and my bosses would kill me if they found out I passed on the information. We only have a loose alliance with the Roadrunners and they don’t exactly spill their secrets to us. I kept my end of the bargain. Now you fucking keep yours.”

Angela saw the look Frankie threw in her direction and the thought of telling him to fuck off flashed through her mind, but it made no sense to do it. The information he gave might help her find Andy Carter and it might not. It was all she had to go on, however, and she might need the help of the man sitting opposite her in the future, so there was no point in pissing him off. She took the five hundred dollars from her pocket and mirrored his actions in giving the information by sliding her hand across the table.

“You better not be shafting me on this one, Frankie,” she said before lifting her hand. He was on his feet before he even lifted the money from the table and she couldn’t help herself. “Not planning to return the favor and buy me a drink?”

“Fuck you,” he said before walking away from the table.

Angela didn’t turn to watch as he walked to the door and left the bar. She glanced down at the addresses again then picked up the bottle of beer to take a drink as she considered her next move. The tiredness returned as she remained in her seat and she knew there was no point in going much further that day. The last thing she needed was to fall asleep at the wheel and crash her car. The darkness of early evening was making the bar even dingier and she closed her eyes then found it was a struggle to get them open again. When she did, she forced herself to her feet and walked across to where the barman was standing behind the counter.

“Another beer?” he asked.

“No thanks,” Angela replied. “I’m just after some information. Are there any hotels around here?”

“Jackson Lounge is the closest,” he replied. “Turn left when you walk out the door and keep going straight. Cross the first two streets you come to then turn left again at the third. You’ll see the sign for the hotel straight away.”

“Thanks,” Angela said.

She left the bar and walked the short distance to her car. Getting in, she started the engine then followed the directions to get to the Jackson Lounge. She saw the sign the barman talked about straight away when she turned into the street and brought her vehicle to a stop in the small hotel parking lot. The place didn’t look like much, but that didn’t particularly bother her. All she wanted was somewhere to get her head down for the night so that she was fresh and alert for the following morning. She locked her car when she got out then made her way inside to the reception desk.

“Do you have any rooms free?” she asked.

“We sure do,” the woman behind the desk said. “How long are you planning to stay?”

“Just tonight,” Angela informed her.

The woman spun a book around.

“If you sign in, please,” she said. “The room is eighty dollars for the night.”

Angela went through the formalities and was given a key to a room on the ground floor after paying upfront. She walked to it and let herself in. Her first thought was to have a shower, and she went to look inside the bathroom. The small tub made her change her mind and she switched on the water to let if fill up then returned to the bedroom. She switched on the television and found a local news channel to see what stories were being reported. There was nothing of note, and she eventually stripped off her clothes and then walked to the bathroom.

The bathtub was half full and she checked the temperature wasn’t too hot before stepping over the side. Lowering herself in the water was relaxing, and she waited for the tub to almost fill before using her foot to switch off the water. She closed her eyes to just enjoy the heat, but it brought on a drowsiness that she struggled to fight off, and after ten minutes she sat up before she fell asleep. Grabbing the bar of soap from the shelf on the wall, she used it on her upper body first then slid down in the water to lift her legs up. She finished washing herself quickly, but remained in the water for a few more minutes before pulling the plug and standing up.

“Time for some rest,” she let out when she grabbed the towel from the rail on the wall to dry herself.

When she returned to the bedroom, she saw the packet of cookies next to a kettle and decided to have something to eat and drink before she settled down. She passed on the coffee and tea available and went for a sachet of hot chocolate instead. When the kettle boiled, she poured water in the cup and stirred it then opened the cookies. They went down well after a day of not really eating, and when they were finished she picked up her cup and went to get the details passed to her by Frankie in the bar. She sat staring at the addresses, but didn’t particularly recognize any of the locations.

There was a package of guest information on the bedside cabinet and she picked it up to see if there were any maps in it. The only one showed details of the surrounding tourist attractions, and it covered a large enough area to show many of the nearby towns. She was able to pinpoint the locations of the addresses she was given to work out roughly where they were and ranked them in terms of the distance from where she was.

“OK, that’s your plan for tomorrow,” she said as she looked at the map. “Hit each of those locations and see if the man you want is holed up in any of them.”

She looked up the locations to try and get an idea of the actual distance to the closest place. From what she could work out, it seemed to be around one hundred miles and she guessed if she left the hotel by six o’clock, she should arrive in the small town of Mossyrock before eight.