TRAILING TRISHA - A Black Hounds Motorcycle Club Romance (The Fox and the Hounds Book #2) (8 page)

The biker stopped to stare at her. Lust, fear, anxiety, and a dozen other emotions mingled on his face. It was almost like looking into the mirror of herself a week ago.

“I don’t care if you’re rough with me,” Trisha implored, gazing back into his beautiful eyes. She may have been nude and vulnerable but she took command of the situation. It had been the best night of her life and she’d make damn sure it just kept getting better. “Just make love to me!”

She opened her legs and exposed her slit. Dante’s eyes brightened as he drank in the sight of her nude body. “God, I love it when you do that.”

She didn’t know what ‘that’ was but it had put a boyish grin on the biker’s handsome face. This was who he really was. Dante Alastair was a raw and passionate man who wore his heart on his sleeve.

He tore open his shirt with little disregard to its condition. Buttons flew through the air and fell upon the polished wooden floor. Trisha felt jealous of the sheer brazenness of his undressing.

Grabbing a leg with each hand, Dante pushed them apart. Then, he pressed his head against her pelvis. Trisha moaned when she felt his mouth upon her sex.

His tongue penetrated and probed her. She grabbed fistful of bedding and squirmed under his skillful performance. The woman whimpered in ecstasy. “Ah! AH! AH!”

Dante found her throbbing nub and took it in-between his lips. He suckled and licked her clit. She dug her feet into the bed and nearly bucked her lover off of her.

Pleasure surged inside of her. It was tsunami of emotion building to higher and higher heights. It could come crashing down and flood her body. She convulsed on the sheets like a possessed woman undergoing an exorcism.

When he pressed the tip of his tongue against her clit, she cried out. “Dante… Oh God! AH!”

Dante’s hands held onto her body she shook violently from her orgasm. Trisha felt lightheaded as though she had been spun around. Her vision blurred but she could see the sight of her lover.

“Damn you’re beautiful,” he said, his breath a cool vapor on her hot skin. “I love you, Trisha.”

She craved that man. She wanted his words. She needed his kisses. Most of all, she need him inside of her. “Make love to me, Dante.”

Taking heed of her words, he stripped off his pants. His briefs followed suit. Immediately, his large erection sprang up. Dante was proud and unashamed as she was nervous and embarrassed. Nevertheless, some his confidence rubbed off on her. “I said make love to me damn it!”

The biker smiled at her enthusiasm. With a hand, he began to stroke his cock. Trisha watched its bulblike head swell. She stared at it like a tiger having a juicy steak waved in front of it.

Trisha reached out to the hand stroking his shaft. He stropped his pumping motions and watched as she took his fingers into her mouth. She suckled them and tasted the musty aroma that came from stroking his shaft.

She knew her lover would want nothing better than to place his prick in place of his hand in her warm mouth. In turn, she wanted to please him in any way she could. Finally, Dante slipped his fingers out between her lips. There lovemaking was wordless as if they were executing a complex dance.

However, Dante was looking to sheath himself in another position. Her lover guided her onto all fours. She felt the heat and lust radiate off of him and onto her.

Aroused yet alert, Trisha wanted him to use her with the same expertise he did with his motorcycles. They would love each other and give as much pleasure as they claimed for themselves. She never thought they would ever repeat their first night together.

His rough, weather-beaten fingers tormented her. The slowly ran down the sides of her body. Goosebumps arose wherever he touched her. The young woman felt admired like a sports car on display before a fawning crowd.

Trisha felt his erection brush up against her thigh. It felt like the heated leather of the taxi she had ridden in earlier. His breath felt like a gust of hot air from an open window during a humid summer day. For a moment, he just stood there and loomed over her. Admiration tinged his eyes as he positioned himself over her.

He planted a soft kiss on the base of her neck. It was romantic as it was animalistic. He traced a pattern down her spine with his lips. His hands moved down cup her buttocks. Trisha groaned when he gave her ass a good squeeze. The anticipation was killing her.

With a hand, Dante placed a hand on her lower spine. He gently pushed her down so that her ass tilted up towards him. Anxious yet yearning, Trisha welcomed the tip of his shaft against her sex. “Oh… Dante…”

He was slow and patient. The man was more concerned with her comfort than her pleasure. “Are you okay, Trisha?”

Smiling at his worry, she nodded and yelled. “Just fuck me with your big cock!”

Soon, her words were replaced by unintelligible moans. Trisha felt herself impaled on his long, thick prick. Dante growled in ecstasy. “Damn, you feel so good…!”

It was hard for the farm girl turned fiancée to respond. Words seem replaced by grunts and other cries of passion. Her breasts shook and heaved with every thrust.

Like a paradox, Dante was both rough and gentle. His strokes were powerful and nearly lifted her body off the bed. Yet, his words of encouragement and admiration lingered in her ear. It wasn’t an animalistic rush to reach his orgasm.

This was lovemaking at its purest.

Dante thrust harder and harder. He was claiming her just as much as he was sharing his soul with her. Thoughts of sex and lust mingled with that of love and altruism.

Pleased with the stability of their position, her lover reached down to stroke her clit. Trisha sighed as she felt her impending orgasm. She surrendered to the moment rather than resist it.

She didn’t care that Dante was paying her to be his fake girlfriend turned fiancée. What was happening now was real. Everything from the scent of their bodies to the rasp of skin on skin was real. Pleasure converged on her body like a shower of rain during a spring shower.

The biker kept pumping into her. Her sex was thoroughly fucked. Her clit was not far behind with how he played with it. Trisha wept in frustration as her climax bubbled up inside of her.

Then it popped. “AHHHHHH!”

She collapsed onto the bed as Dante kept touching her. Soon, he followed suit as he pumped his seed into her sex. Her lover didn’t let go of her as he came into her. Minutes passed before they rested due to sheer exhaustion and fulfillment.

After an hour of lying in each other’s arms and warding off much needed sleep, Trisha finally spoke to her lover. “What happened to all that talk about taking things slow?”

Dante smiled. “This is me taking things slow.”

The two shared a laugh over that. Soon, sleep took him before it could claim. There was too much going on in her head to rest.

Her whole relationship with Dante was supposed to be a living public relations statement. She had to prove that the Black Hounds were good, honest people who were no longer in the business of armed robbery. More importantly, she had to prove that its playboy Club President turned CEO was all grown up.

The funny thing was that he was actually acting like a changed man.

She had met actors and liars before. They promised her the world just to get a piece of her farm. A seedy loan shark would offer her a shady loan. Door to door salesmen would promise her that she’d win the biggest tomato category at the next county fair if she bought their snake oil disguised as a miracle grow.

The Black Hounds should have been another in a line of snake oil salesmen out to get her. They paid her to lie to the media about her love life. Yet, what she felt for Dante was real.

Trisha had fallen for Dante so quickly and so powerfully. She had to remind herself that it was all an act. Anything and everything could be an act before the inevitable betrayal. If only she could believe her own words.

The farm girl just couldn’t tell fact from fiction anymore.

Dante knew it would happen sooner or later. Their engagement had become preclude to a media blitz. They met with everyone from Fortune Magazine to USA Today. In addition to the regular car enthusiast magazines, they also met with some agricultural and super market companies for Trisha.

The young woman was well-versed in all aspects of the agricultural industry. The farm girl could go toe to toe with any industry expert. She regularly wowed the management staff of these Fortune 500 companies with her insights.

Nevertheless, he made sure to protect her from any unscrupulous members of the media. Anyone who didn’t follow their rules was shown to the door. All of the interviews were done on Black Hounds property or a neutral establishment. It was as much for Trisha’s safety as it was for protecting the whole charade.

Then, Automaniacs called them in for an interview.

“Automaniacs? They’re that big car review website, right?” Trisha said, as the two headed to an innocuously looking restaurant for lunch and an interview. The girl had done her homework on the motorcycle industry. “They’re interested in us?”

“They do motorcycle reviews too,” he said with a nod. “Our boys in research and development have given them previews of our new models. We’re even trying to get them to test our prototypes before we finalize the designs. Automaniacs knows their stuff. More importantly, they have over a hundred million monthly users. Getting on their front page is like getting a Super Bowl commercial for practically nothing.”

Trisha gigged. “If I didn’t know better, I’d guess you were nervous about this interview. What makes this so different from the rest?”

“I never like it when the person I’m talking to knows more about motorcycles than I do,” Dante grinned. “They’re doing a big series of articles on motorcycle companies. Our absence will be noted if we skip out on this. We might be one of the smaller companies in the field but we’re a lot more successful than most of our peers. It’s especially noteworthy since we’re still a privately owned company. Most of the big players are public traded.”

“Want me to sit this out, Dante?” Trisha asked. “I’ll probably go ranting about how the state government is milking this drought for all its worth!”

He squeezed her hand. “Head into the lion’s den alone? I’m afraid you’re engaged to a coward of a man.”

The Black Hounds had attracted a number of large companies as both potential investors and business partners for their incoming IPO. However, these companies weren’t the typical automobile giants. Instead, they were software companies like Microsoft, Google, and Apple. According to Lucia, they planned on integrating their various software systems into vehicles and the Black Hounds were one potential business partner. It was all above the biker’s head but he knew such interest would make their company a strong growth stock.

The company’s PR team had readied bios and resumes for the press. Lucia was usually the highlight due to her academic and business accomplishment. Likewise, Dante had a bio that exaggerated his admittedly satisfactory academic achievements.

Preparing one for Trisha was trickier. They settled on a bland statement that highlighted her experience running a business and the night classes for business management she took on occasion at the local community college. She wasn’t technically an employee of the company so the bio was aimed at gossip magazines.