JAX: MC Biker Romance (New Adult Contemporary Bad Boy Romance) (17 page)

“Hello?”

They could both hear the older man’s voice from the phone.

“I guess I have a lot of explaining to do,” David hung up the phone and gestured for Marie to enter. “I’ll tell you everything.”

Once in his living room, he couldn’t help but spill out all his secrets. He held Marie’s hands tight as he spoke with his words catching in his throat. But, with her encouragement, it soon became easier to talk, and it wasn’t long until he felt the great relief come from offloading all the heavy memories that were holding him down.

“Damian,” he was still clutching onto the dog tags. “He wasn’t well.”

“In what way?” Marie leaned forward to hug David.

“Because I was the only one who returned, they all assumed I killed our own men… but it was Damian.”

“Are you saying he murdered your troop?” Marie was dumbfounded and reeled back.

David nodded.

“He was so unwell. The pressure was too much. We’d seen things out there you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy, but we lived through it every day,” he shook his head and gripped Marie tighter. “It was the hottest day when it happened. Up there on those dusty mountains with the sun shining down on you, it can feel like you’re not even on earth anymore. It was then that I noticed a change come over Damian. He started to talk funny, just say the strangest things. Then, he would become agitated and pace up and down for hours and hours. I was looking through my binoculars out onto the valley below when I heard the pop of gunfire behind me. I thought we were under attack, but when I turned round, I saw Damian shoot everyone down.”

“Jesus,” Marie was devastated. “That must have been so awful.”

David didn’t answer. There was a long silence, as he looked into space, his mind churning as he decided whether he should let Marie be privy to his greatest secret.

“I killed him,” he whispered. “It was either him or me. My reflexes made sure it was him.”

Marie didn’t say a word. She just held the man tight, as the grief shook through his body.

“I understand,” she kissed the side of his face. “You don’t need to say anymore,” and David turned his head, brushing his lips up against hers.

They kissed sweetly, as they held each other. There was no pressure or mind-games this time, just the all-encompassing passion and affection of two people who understood each other. Their kisses; however, soon became more desperate and they pushed up against each other wanting to feel more of each other’s bodies.

They pulled at one another, tugging at each other’s clothes and wrapped their limbs around one another’s bodies. David pulled Marie toward him tight and she climbed on top of him, her hair caressing the side of his face.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want,” she made sure she knew he was comfortable.

“I want you more than I can describe,” he traced a finger gently down the side of her cheek.

“I want you too,” she whispered, as she slid off her blouse to reveal her pert breasts.

He touched her delicately, feeling her curves all the way down to her hips. Then, he ripped at her skirt and tore it from her body. Rolling her off the couch, he pushed her onto the floor and kissed her hard. She spread her legs wide to feel him and he lay in between eagerly.

“I want you so much,” she reached up and bit into his chest playfully.

He reacted by nuzzling into her neck, as he pulled his penis from his boxer shorts. He was so much bigger than she imagined and, as she wrapped her hand around him, she was surprised at the size of his girth. Pumping her hand up and down, she listened to him groan and grew wet, as she heard his breathy voice and masculine grunts of pleasure.

“I want you inside me,” she opened her legs wider.

He wasted no time in satisfying both their urges, and he only teased her for a second, as he lingered his tip at her opening.

“Come on,” her voice rasped. “Push yourself inside me.”

He thrust into her hard with her screaming and tearing at his hair.

“Oh God!” she flung her head back, her back arched in ecstasy.

“You want it harder?” he asked, as he thrust into her over and over again.

“Yes!” she screamed even louder.

He obeyed her command by stabbing into her over and over again, as he felt climax approaching fast. Meanwhile, Marie was rocking her hips up and down, pushing herself onto him more and more, as she wanted to feel him all the way inside her.

“Harder!” she screamed one last time, as he pumped himself into her so hard and so fast he’d built himself up into a frenzy with sweat pouring from his brow.

They orgasmed in unison; their cries mingling with each other’s, as they shuddered with pleasure. Marie laid back exhausted with her thighs still quivering and ran her fingers down the sweaty space between his pecs.

“You’re the best,” she said, before closing her eyes.

David looked down on her adoringly before laying by her side.

“So are you.”

*****

The two Harleys were riding side by side with the wind in the couple’s faces. Marie was beaming with happiness, as she felt the warmth of the sun on her back and her new man by her side. Beside her, David got her attention, gave her a thumbs–up, and then swerved left off the beaten track.

Back out in the country, the young man was in his element and he gazed up at the dense forest and the high mountains of the national park and felt the calmness of nature descend on him. As they reached the end of the track, they climbed off their bikes and kissed each other.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yep,” David nodded. “Absolutely sure.” He looked up to the nearest mountain.

“Looks like a hell of a climb.” Marie held her hand up to her face, as she looked up. “But, it looks like fun.”

“That’s my girl.” David kissed her cheek. “I like a woman who’s up for a tough challenge.”

As they began to climb, David felt as though he couldn’t be held back. He was on a personal mission and he owed it to Damian to respect his honor. The climb was tough, but Marie was with him every step of the way with her hand in his.

“Nearly there,” he was breathing heavy, as his boots crackled on the rocky road. “Not long now.”

After a few hours, they were finally at the top and the view was breathtaking. Marie exhaled and whistled as she looked all around her.

“My God! It’s incredible!”

“Sure is. Damian loved the mountains.”

Marie went quiet for a moment, as she contemplated what to say next.

“Do you think you’ll ever tell anyone what really happened?”

“No,” his voice was stern and final. “As far as they know, it was an ambush. That’s the end of it.”

He gripped the dog tags in his hand and reached out his arm. Feeling the cool breeze lash the sand against his skin, he closed his eyes and whispered:

“I’m so sorry buddy. I’ll never forget you,” and he let the tags drift away in the wind.

The End

Bonus - Untamed

“Where the heck did that man go now?” Brianne growled as soon as the bell dinged and the next bull, Cramer, came barreling out of the gate. Her dark brown skin was scorching in the Texas sun, absorbing it. She was burning to a dang crisp. She felt like fried chicken sitting out in that heat, and it wasn’t even for anything interesting; a rodeo.

Patrick had brought her to a dang rodeo. What sort of woman wanted to go to a rodeo anyway?

Other than the lady directly in front of her, in the stand, that is. She was hooting and hollering like her life depended on it, and wore a plain white cowboy hat with a black leather strap, and also, donned an ugly plaid cut-off shirt. The woman was basically the biggest quintessential stereotype Brianne had ever heard of.

Brianne huffed in frustration and stood up. She looked one way, and then the other, her neck craning for all that it was worth, as she looked through the ridiculous crowd of people standing on the bleachers to look at some scrawny man thrown from a bull, for the fortieth time that day.

There was some sort of scoring system for every 8 second ride, but Brianne hadn’t really paid that much attention; it seemed like a stupid sport to her… all of this seemed stupid to her; the country-life, the rodeos, the terrible clothes. It was all her boyfriend, Patrick’s, dream.

At only twenty-four years old, Brianne was young and incredibly in love. Patrick was the only man she’d ever had such intense feelings for. He was gorgeous, with a rocking six pack and a fun-loving personality. They’d met at work, back when Brianne was just an eager intern at a huge financial firm in Chicago. It was like fireworks the first moment she saw him in the office. He’d caught her eye before they ever spoke. He was tall, dark and handsome in every sense of the world.

He also happened to be one of her bosses. As a well-established senior accountant, he was going places… and she was too. She got a job exactly parallel to him right after college. They were a power couple. Intelligent, excellent jobs, and in a nice apartment right smack dab in Wicker Park. Turns out though, that was all temporary.

After years of working the same 9-5 job, Patrick wasn’t happy, and decided that the only place he wanted to go was to Texas, to live a much simpler lifestyle like his grandma and grandpa lived. She had heard her fair share of stories about life on the ranch. Things were better there, he had said. Things were nicer, including the people. Life was easier. She wasn’t ever much for a country girl, always having lived in the city and all, but she loved him, and she wanted to go with him to pursue his idea of happiness.

That’s why she was here, bored to death, wondering where the heck he was. He got up to hit the concession stand almost an hour ago. It was packed, but dang, did it really take that long to get a beer and some nachos?

She sighed, as she continued to whip her head side to side to look for him, only to find a whole lot of nothing. Well, nothing except for a tall, attractive blonde-haired cowboy, flashing her a smile. He had light skin. Well, light skin to her. He was probably fairly tan as far as white men went. Tipping his white cowboy hat toward her, he winked until a blush crept up on her cheek and he walked away.

He was attractive. There was no denying that. He had a face of scruff, but it was clean, and he had a jaw-line for days. His chest was broad, waist narrow, and he had tight jeans on that made his butt look like a picture of cowboy perfection. He was like one of those cowboys she’d seen at the several bachelorette parties she’d been to; the ones that were accompanied by firemen, which made no sense at all from a logical stand point. He was just the kind of guy that adhered to the female fantasy; and darn it all, he looked just like fantasies Brianne had once harbored herself.

Heck, even now she couldn’t deny the electricity that jolted from her loins as soon as he’d looked at her, but she quickly shrugged it off. She was taken, after all; happily taken. That is, if she could find out wherever the heck that man of hers went.

Grumbling, she climbed over the bleacher seat she’d been sitting at with him for most of the afternoon to reach the steps. She wondered if he’d be downstairs in the concession stand still or in the bathroom, but her feet ached and throbbed beneath her and she realized that she might be the one that needed to disappear for a few minutes.

Her brand new black Jimmy Choo’s probably weren’t the best choice for a rodeo. Heck, they probably weren’t the best choice of shoe in general. They were way too expensive; enough to make you sick for spending that much money on them, but they were Patrick’s way of thanking her for coming out to Texas with him. To her, it seemed more like an apology than anything else, but she loved them so much she didn’t really care which it was.

She was happy there with him. Heck, she would have been happy in an igloo smack dab in the middle of an ice storm if he was there too; if they were together… preferably, cuddling naked underneath a nice warm blanket.

She pounded down the steps, and to the back of the bleachers toward the exit. The air already smelled better when she stepped off the steel bleachers, walking away from the bull pen. She wasn’t sure what the heck was wrong with her boyfriend, and why he was constantly interested in being around things that smelled so bad, but if that’s what he wanted, then so be it.

Her feet were barking, and she knew if she had any chance of tracking him down, she needed to get to the truck and grab her flats. It sort of annoyed her if she was being honest with herself. Her black flats wouldn’t look anywhere near as good with her white blouse and black skinny jeans as her Jimmy Choo’s did, but she never was the type of woman to risk being uncomfortable just for looks.

With one uncomfortable and somewhat wobbly step after another, she found herself closer to the truck. She grinned, happy to see the sight of hoods, headlights, and windshields in the distance. That is, until something hot and sticky caught her shoe, almost catching her just enough to cause her to fall.

Crap.

Literal crap.

She had just stepped in crap.

Horse or bull, she didn’t know. All she knew was that it was huge, steaming, fresh, and smelly. God dammit. She knew she shouldn’t have worn heels to a rodeo. As if stepping over hay with her feet barking for hours wasn’t enough, she had to be punished by a poop covered shoe?