Night Angels (Beast & Beauty) (4 page)

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Dear God... You didn't say you had a Harley!” she exclaimed in rapture. “I think I'm having a bike orgasm here.”

He laughed loudly. It wasn't the best or fastest bike you could buy. In fact it was a bit of an old classic, a lightly customised Harley Fatboy sport bike... but it was his little beauty in any case. And he knew exactly what she meant.

“So you like my old bike do ya'?”

“
I just love it!” she gasped. They fastened their helmets and he got on the seat, kicking up the stand with his heel, and taking the machine's weight between his thighs. It was a heavy bike to hold up when stationery. He took the extra weight as she mounted behind him, her hands on his shoulders, getting comfortable and finding the footrests for her fuck-me high heels to hook themselves over. Never had he looked forward to a ride on his bike more. Her arms wrapped around his waist and her body pressed itself close. He started the engine up and pulled away. It growled like a lion rousing from a long sleep beneath them. Its tyres crunched their way down the gravel drive and he paused at the gate as he checked the lane beyond.

He hoped he didn't crash with the distraction of the extremely hot little blondie plastered to his back.

He put his foot down and accelerated rapidly along the empty lane straight ahead.

“
Oh my God
....” she squealed in the heights of excitement. And he smiled wickedly to himself. Mel was gonna get the ride of her life today, one way or another. Because he'd decided something in the last few minutes. Whether she'd dumped Chris or not, it was as good as done.

As from this moment, she was his.

They skimmed through the lanes he knew so well, leaning into the many curves and bends. His whole body was alive with heated enjoyment as she hugged him tightly. For a half an hour they rode, enjoying the experience together. It was sunny, a beautiful September afternoon. The breeze was light and welcome as they flittered in and out of the shadows of the trees bordering the lanes. They'd almost completed the five village circuit when he pulled into the pub he knew, not far from home. They parked up around the back. She slipped off the bike and he kicked the stand into place, getting off and removing his helmet. She shook her pony tail out and fluffed it up with her hands.

“Hungry?” he asked with a deep, meaningful look.

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Mmmm, I could definitely do with something to keep me going.” She smiled and licked her lips.

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So, how was it, my little bike virgin?” he asked, taking her hand as they went inside.

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Dreamy, thrilling, absolutely so sexy... I'm coming every time you go.”

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Are you now?”

“
You bet. Make sure you come by and pick me up.”

He wouldn't say no to that request. Having Mel pressed to his back forever would be more than pleasant. Not quite as pleasant as having her pressed to his front, that was true, but that was gonna happen off road.

He settled her at a table, and after studying the menu, he went to the bar to order their steak sandwiches, fries, salad, and drinks.

There were a couple of middle aged guys sitting at the bar chatting in their broad Suffolk country accent. One long haired, the other bald.

“I 'eard Bernie lost two more sheep last night... Plus the three the night afore... They say it were wild dogs. But I knows what it be,” the long haired one declared, looking down his nose in a superior manner.

“
Oh Barry, Barry! PLEASE! You're not still going on about werewolves and the full moon, are 'ya?” the bald one half spluttered and half laughed, with what seemed to be exasperation.

“
You can laugh all yer like Si, but I've seen 'em. Wiv' me own two eyes. I know they ain't natural. Not at all. Fearsome, ugly pieces of work,” he replied heatedly.

Kyle listened to their conversation with a growing unease as the pretty brunette barmaid pulled his half pint and poured Mel's glass of red wine.

“Oh for crissakes, shut up will 'ya, you're spoiling me pint, so you are. Jaqueline my darlin', introduce Baz to a packet of nuts so 'es got some like-minded pals to talk to, eh?”

The barmaid slapped a packet of peanuts in front of the hairy one with a little titter of amusement.

“It's the full moon tomorrow night, and you mark my words, there be a lot more than two or three getting shredded in the fields. See if I ain't right,” Barry warned in a solemn voice. He drained the last dregs of his pint and pocketed the nuts. “Best be off, me dearly beloved's due back soon. Be seein' ya' Si, Jackie love...” He toddled off, out the door, with a beery swagger.

“
Bye Baz...” they both replied in unison.

Kyle gathered his thoughts and spoke casually with the remaining guy... “Quite a character by the sound of it, your friend,” he laughed with a frivolity he didn't feel.

“Mad as a hatter. Swears he saw werewolves a few years back. Saw 'em change before his eyes, he said. I think 'es 'aving the male menopause. Either that, or he's lost it,” the bald one replied and then he sniggered with Jaqueline conspiratorially.

“
Don't make excuses for 'im. We all knows Baz is just plain 'ole mad,” Jaqueline said with a chuckle as she went off to give their food order to the kitchen.

He picked up the drinks and made his way back to her. He sat down opposite, across the tiny pub table. Mel's beautiful face and eyes soaked into his brain and he forgot the ridiculous and disturbing werewolf conversation instantly. They sipped at their drinks for a minute or two, thoughtfully.

He leaned across the table and kissed her. A sensual taste of a kiss which stirred them both up, wanting more. She pulled him back, her hand around his neck, and gave him more than a small dose of passion in return. It was as heated as they could get away with in public. Her hand rubbed his knee under the table and stroked his inner thigh softly.

They both came up for breath, their eyes glued to one another.

“Mel, what's really going on here?” he asked her straight. He really couldn't understand her fascination with him. Not when she had the choice between him and wonderboy.

“
What d'you think?” she replied softly with a cute smile.

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Are you some kind of twin junkie or something? Do you feel the need to have us both?”

“
For God's sakes no! I cant believe you've even asked me that!” she said in a hurt tone. He instantly regretted saying the words.

“
What the hell do I have that you want?” he probed.

“
Kyle, you have no measure of self worth at all, do you? But that's one of the things I like about you, I suppose. You're so very unassuming, thoughtful, quiet, highly intelligent and strong minded. Plus you're damn hot, I mean it... off the scale handsome...You're much more of a rounded person than Chris. He's so single minded and one way. Don't you understand that? I could go on and on... I should be asking what you could possibly see in me, to be honest!”

Damn hot AND highly intelligent...?

His heart sang with her sincerely meant, loaded compliments.

“
But why date him if you felt that way?”

“
I didn't know he was like that, did I? It's taken me a few weeks to see him in his true colours. But I noticed you first, a long time ago, when you first came in to our surgery. I've always felt something could happen between us, but until Chris asked me out, I had no way of ever speaking to you or finding out, did I?”

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But he's all over you, and you're so keen Mel. I've seen you.”

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That's how he is, all the time... It's all physical with him, like nothing else is important. I don't think we've ever had a proper conversation, like we're doing now. About anything. He just pounces on me. Sex, sex and more sex. I play his game. I was so glad you came down to dinner yesterday. I was thinking we'd never get to talk. Didn't you see how fast I jumped on the opportunity to discuss the wolves?”

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Well I did think you were over keen, considering it was a family dinner.”

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It was either that or sneaking up to your room later. That's how desperate I was.”

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I want to trust you.”

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You can. Completely. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

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Because, I'd like to make it work, and it's going to be messy. You and I. For obvious reasons.”

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I'm prepared for that. I'll tell Chris tomorrow.”

The barmaid appeared with their meals. They smiled at each other and tucked in with a happy meeting of minds. They devoured their calories greedily. After all, who knew when they would next eat?

They sailed back as if in a dream. The bike sang like a sex machine, throbbing between their thighs, fuelling their desire to a critical intensity. He felt like an open keg of gunpowder waiting for her to strike a match.

Her hands slipped under his jacket and t-shirt and touched his bare skin. He gasped and then moaned loudly, his sounds muffled within his helmet. It was as if a bolt of sexual energy had shot through him. He willed her on, mentally begging her to feel her way, anywhere. To do anything she liked. It was all he could do to keep the bike travelling in a straight line as her hands explored his muscular stomach and chest. He was just about as hard as he could get, and desperate to get her in bed, if they managed to get that far.

And he doubted they would, because as they drove up the driveway, approaching Brandon Manor, all her subtle caresses vanished as she rubbed at him ferociously, scraping her nails all over his skin and tugging at his small hard nipples.  He drove straight into the open garage and turned the engine off. Their helmets were discarded in seconds and thrown to the floor. Her hand slipped down the front of his jeans and boxers and she pulled him back against her. He braced his feet to the ground as he sunk into her softness. He was groaning and heating up like a torch as she gripped his hardness tightly in her hand, pumping him fast and skimming her thumb across the slickened surface of his weeping head. His breathing was crazy, his chest heaving up and down, uncontrollably.

“Fucking hell Melanie, I want you so bad.”

“I wanna do it now, here. Fuck you on your bike... I so want to... Please?”  His eyes opened wide with her straight talking. She was hotter than a star, about to go supernova. He wasn't sure he'd survive the experience, but at the moment he really didn't care. He'd leave this world with a damn big smile on his face.

“I can't do much, holding the bike up as well, but I'm game if you are.”

Her lips worked their magic, sucking at his ear and neck as she undid his fly, her hand stroking him feverishly. “For God's sake get those jeans off woman,” he growled in frustration and impatience.

She got off the bike and stood at his side. His whole world stopped spinning as he watched her kick off her boots and pull down her jeans and panties, throwing them to one side. His heart was about to explode with pure excitement. Never before had he experienced such an erotic piece of action as this. It couldn't get any better.

He was going to explore every single inch of her divine body in detail later on, but now all he wanted was to get inside her. He needed her so desperately.

His cock sprang free, ready for action, as she tugged his jeans and pants down a little and lifted her leg over the front of him, sitting astride his lap.

“I'm all yours baby,” he said gasping, his eyes wider than ever and so full of heated desire he thought they'd melt. He lifted her up and her hand guided him inside her. 

She cried out with pleasure as she sank down on him, lower and lower, until their bodies met.  “OH GOD.... Kyle... This is so wild.” 

They kissed ravenously, and she squeezed at him, her muscles tightening around his hardness buried so deeply inside of her. She hooked her legs around his backside, and leaned away slightly, her hands braced on the handlebars behind her as she began moving on him, slowly.

So tantalisingly slowly at first.

This was every fantasy he'd ever had coming to life. He'd never look at his bike in the same way again, that's for sure. The sight before him was enough to make him come without any other stimulation whatsoever. Why he hadn't tipped over the edge of no return was a miracle.

Christ Almighty... I'm only fucking a stunning, too sexy for words, blond bombshell on my Harley... I don't believe it..!

His palms brushed her bared stomach, his eyes taking in every detail, the slender waist, the neat blond strip of hair that was thrusting back and forth against his darker one. He stroked the soft skin of her thighs in ecstasy. Then he reached across, up inside her top, and took her satin covered breasts in his hands.

What a beautiful handful...

“Mel, you're killing me,” he whispered, shaking, and wild with excitement. How he wanted to grab at her, go crazy, roll about and screw her completely senseless. It was kinda frustrating but at the same time deeply satisfying and more than thrilling. But he couldn't move from his position. He was her sexual prisoner and she was making sure he enjoyed his sentence.

One thing he definitely wasn't, was a male chauvinist. If she wanted to fuck him to death and beyond, then he'd let her.

All he could do was touch her. Look and feel what she was doing to him...  But he was going to make the most of that. His hands dropped down, around her waist, and then underneath, to her tight little sexy ass. He squeezed it hard and deep, pulling her hips tightly against his. Locking them together tightly, she surged against him again and again. His fingers kneaded her softness and then trailed around her softly. Touching everywhere he could reach.

She began working him much harder, and all too soon it was too much to handle. His feelings began escalating and spilling over. He could feel himself coming and couldn't stop it happening. Not that he wanted to. He slammed her body against his again and again as it began; the intense tingling sensation that gathered inside his cock and his balls was cataclysmic. As it peaked, he jerked with the convulsive spasms that shot through his centre like a storm, wracking his body with pleasure.

God, it had been so long.... far too long.

He gulped over and over, raining kisses madly all over her luscious, fragrant face and neck.

Could any woman be more beautiful, sexy, and wonderful as her?

At this moment, definitely not.

His mind flew away, to that place where only feelings existed and words couldn't possibly describe them. He yanked off her pony tail band and buried his hands in the falling silky blond hair as it swept around them. He kissed her lips and buried his tongue deeply inside her mouth, lapping at her with a frenzy.

His spine tingled as the waves finally calmed.

She broke away to gaze into his eyes. Hers were glazed and half closed, awash with wild sex and lust and just about everything else going.

“Ahhh, Kyle, Kyle... I've never felt this way,
never ever,
about anyone. You're a girl's dream come true,” she gasped as he devoured her in a passionate frenzy. Her fingers slipped between her legs and she probed into his wet cum as it oozed out of her as he softened. She touched her wet finger to her tongue. “I want more. Lots more. Take me inside. And make it quick.”

As they lay together on his bed and he removed the rest of her clothes, he was lost in her body.

Her hair spread itself across his pillows and she looked like a goddess of love.

“Mmmm, you're adorable, beautiful, and so damn gorgeous I could eat you,” he sighed as he started to do just that, attaching his mouth to her nipple and sucking it like crazy. His hands roamed about her, cupping her other soft full breast and delving deeply between her legs, his fingers stroking the wetness. His and hers.

“Make me come, with your fingers... I'm dying for it,” she whimpered, tearfully. She grabbed his wrist, urging him gently, moving his hand. “Really soft and slow, like that, that's what I like.  And touch me inside, low and to the back... Give me your fingers.” He obliged and she plunged them inside of her. “There, just there... Mmmmm, that's good...”

Mel was certainly one who liked to tell him straight, he was fast realising. But he liked that. A lot.

He touched her gently and explored her thoroughly. Her breathing changed pace, becoming harsh as he used his fingers, inside her at first, and then in the soft rhythm she liked. She arched her back towards him.

“Keep going, I need more...” she whispered, her voice sounding far away from the world. 

Fuck no... No more fingers...

He might not be that experienced, but he knew what women liked. And so did he.

He wanted to get down there... and he was going to. His head lowered and his tongue trailed down her stomach, she watched him with sex-drugged eyes. She knew what was coming and he could see she wanted it.

His tongue swept across her clit for the first time and she took a swift intake of breath. Then he circled her with the flat of it.

“I love that so much, do it fast, suck me ...” she groaned as he swept into action, over and over, fast, wet and soft.

“Oh Kyle.... Oh my God.” Her hands grabbed at his hair in a frenzy, her legs widening as far as they could go as she pushed his face into her. He felt her tense and then release, flopping back with a deep sigh.

“I hope that feels as good for you, as it looks to me...” he grinned. 

“I think I love you already,” she said shakily and beamed at him. “You know when I look at you, I want more and more and more of you... I hope you're up to it, because I'm really, really in the mood.”

He silenced her with a long, deep kiss and then positioned himself above her, his cock dying for another session.

Was he up to it? Was she fucking joking...? He'd waited a helluva long time for this and he was so hot for her...

She shook him, waking him from his blissful slumber, as he lie on top of her, dead to the world after their numerous heavy and very energetic sessions.

“Hey gorgeous... I'm sorry but I've got to go. Believe me I really don't want to, but I promised my mum I'd be back by eight. She's going out.”

“Tell her you can't make it, I need my sexy new pillows,” he said with a grin, snuggling his head on her breasts.

“Come on... up you get. You can have your pillows another time, okay?”

“How about tomorrow?”

She laughed as he moved over to her side and she got up and dressed. 

“Well come on then lazy bones... I need a ride home!”

“Oh I see, bossing me around, are you? Now you've had your way with me?”

“I can be very, very bossy when I want to be, but you'll have to wait for that...” She smiled and leant down, kissing him sweetly on the nose. Reluctantly he rose and dressed, and they left quietly, creeping off to the garage.

They set off in the early evening, the bike light on full beam, as they travelled the empty lanes to Friston, where she lived.  He dropped her off and they had a very long and wonderful kiss goodbye. Eventually she dragged herself out of his arms and made her way up the garden path to her cottage. She turned and blew him a sexy kiss. He chuckled happily and took off with a surge of speed and a wildly happy disposition.

What a difference a day made. All thanks to her.

He set a slower pace as he rode back home, enjoying the ride. He took the longer route, just another couple of miles, to enjoy the tranquility of the country road. He looked up at the sky, to the moon. It looked beautiful, so large and bright. A few clouds were scattered across it, adding an ominous air of mystery to its beauty. He dropped his eyes back to the road, taking a sharp bend, and turning into his lane from the other direction. The Brandons didn't usually come this way, because it was regularly flooded, as a ford ran across it. But he liked this end of the lane. It was overhung by many trees, like a tunnel. It was earthy and natural.

He was pulled out of his reverie by two headlights which were coming towards him. At first he thought it was a car, but as they came closer he realised it was in fact two bikers riding side by side. He pulled to one side of the narrow lane to let them file past and they slowed and stared at him, unsmiling.

Two large Hells Angels type guys riding heavily customised Dyna Glides, the classic and beautiful Harley Hogs...

He watched them pass in awe and turned to sneak a look at their colours. He didn't know that much about Hells Angels, but he knew about the vests they were wearing. Unfortunately it was way too dark to make out their chapter although he could see the 'death's head' logo in the centre of their backs pretty clearly. But suddenly, that didn't bother him any more. What did, was the fact that they'd turned around, and were now coming up behind him. He put his foot down, and raced off. It was literally one minute to home. But his heart started pounding when he realised his escape route ahead was blocked. Three more headlights were bearing down on him and behind that some more. No doubt the rest of this gang.

He felt threatened. Very much so.

He was surrounded and he stopped and waited. Not that he could do much else. They gathered around him silently. None of them were wearing helmets, but that was quite common with the Angels, they were rebellious by nature. Their own laws applied more than those of the government. There were eight of them, all so powerful looking. Four men and four women sitting on serious bike power, BMWs, Hondas, Harleys... the best crotch rockets you could buy, by the looks of it. They pinned him within a tight semi circle and turned off their engines. Their lights remained on and he sat in the bright pool of light it created. He took off his helmet and hung its strap on his handlebar.

“
Hi guys, can I help you?” he asked in a croaky voice, trying to hide his rising panic and fear.

“
Maybe you can, that depends...” one of them said in a deep growling voice. Kyle shuddered as he looked at the owner of the voice. Intuition told him this was not the kind of guy you mess with. He was a mean looking bastard of the highest order, with dark, deep-set eyes, heavy brows, and long jet black hair hanging loose around his shoulders. And boy was he built. 'Muscular' didn't do him justice. He had the word 'wild' tattooed on his bare forearm in large letters.