Freedom to Ride (Ravens MC) (16 page)

As they rose over the summit the road wound down towards a spectacular sight, Nate pointing out The Three Sisters of Glencoe in front, three spectacular ridges sitting side by side.

The bikes all pulled into the popular Piper’s layby, which was already filled with tourist buses, people busily taking photos. As the whole group rumbled to a stop they attracted a lot of attention and ended up being the subject of a lot of the tourists’ photographs themselves. Nate especially being in demand.

Deanna stood in awe as she took in the surroundings, listening to the piper nearby playing a beautiful haunting melody. Nate walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, both stood peacefully enjoying a perfect moment.

“This is so beautiful Nate. It feels almost magical.”

“
Aye, it does.”

After relaxing, most of the members happily mixing with the curious tourists, showing off their motorbikes or generally just exchanging greetings, the members all climbed back onto their bikes and roared away, heading to the famous Glencoe Village nearby with its devastating history.

Walking around the small village they visited the Glencoe monument and the museum that contained all the details and artifacts relating to the cruel Glencoe Massacre in 1692.

Loch Leven was shimmering in the distance where some of the clan chiefs were buried, but they didn
’t have time to visit, Nate promising to bring her back another time. It truly was a special place.

Deanna had never felt so alive, but unfortunately the day had to come to an end and as it was late afternoon they needed to get back. Deanna regretfully climbed back on the bike, muscles stiff after a full day on the back of a motorbike.

She took in all the beautiful scenery again, holding on to the memories of a very happy day. She especially treasured the feeling of closeness holding on to Nate as they returned the same way, everyone knowing the whole day had been an enjoyable success.

A couple of weeks had passed since the club’s memorable run to Glencoe, the day being one of Deanna’s most treasured memories.

Work at the garage was even busier as it was now the height of summer. Deanna had finally come to understand just what the difference in workload there was from when they
’d first arrived in the winter to the summer months. Some days it felt like they could hardly draw breath, but she wouldn’t change any of it for the world.

The bond between the members shone through as they helped each other and worked together. Most days some of the other
‘old ladies’ came in to help out around the clubhouse with tasks the men just didn’t have time for anymore. She found that being the President’s woman meant she was treated with respect and consideration.

Megan and Deanna worked as a perfect team ensuring the new shop was a continued success. Deanna had especially come to love and appreciate listening to the roar of the constant stream of different bikes every day. It was one of the best sounds ever.

There had been no further news of Lee’s whereabouts but everyone was keeping an eye out now they were all aware of her past and present situation and the possibility of there being a psycho on the loose looking for her. Not only was Nate overly protective, more so now than ever before, but the lads were always surrounding her making her feel that she was safe with them around.

Holly also spent a lot of time in the office, Nate having set up a proper play area for her now she was toddling and moving around more, Alice not always able to babysit with the lengthy hours they were working.

The previous weekend had been a charity run, this time the whole club rode to the historical city of Stirling. Deanna hadn’t been to the city since she was a little girl and her memories of the place didn’t do it justice.

They stayed the weekend in a comfortable city centre hotel that allowed the group of bikers to stay there, knowing that the gathering was for a charity event and there wouldn
’t be any trouble.

The members had spent most of the weekend travelling around the city, visiting the famous haunting battle ground of Bannockburn. They
’d also seen the Wallace monument, erected in memory of the legendary Scottish war hero William Wallace, and then spent a fabulous afternoon wandering around the magnificent Stirling Castle.

Touring the bars at night had resulted in a raucous evening, eventually ending in one of the popular pubs where too many drams of whisky were drunk into the wee hours of the morning with locals and tourists.

The large group of biker’s attracted a lot of attention as they toured the city, contributing to more success for the charity. The whole experience had been wonderful and Nate promised they would come back and bring Holly when she was older because Deanna had loved the city so much, especially the majestic castle.

Deanna was sat at her desk in the office late one night, hoping to be finished soon so they could go home to their waiting daughter. Holly was now properly up on her feet and proving to be a little tearaway. As Deanna listened to the different bike engines outside she suddenly heard a louder engine as it tore into the compound, obviously at speed.

When she heard yelling outside and someone shout her name she jumped up and ran to the door. Seeing Nate standing talking to a rider, who Deanna recognised as Shorty, one of the younger members, she saw Shorty
’s bike had been roughly abandoned and guessed he was the one who had ridden in so erratically. However what concerned her was that he was talking and gesturing rapidly to Nate whose face had completely frozen.

She began to make her way over to them, her heels clicking on the tarmac, when Nate swung towards her as he heard her approaching. He moved quickly, signalled to Logan and Bruce, and grabbed hold of her arm gently as he pulled her back into the office.

“What is it?” she asked fearfully. She heard the rumble of numerous motorbikes as they tore out of the compound. Her body started trembling, not knowing what was happening.

“
Deanna, I’m so sorry. Shorty just came in to say that he’d spotted someone hanging around down the road from the compound. He swears it’s Lee,” Nate said. His anger and fear were making him breathless, his mind so filled with conflicting thoughts he was finding it hard to concentrate.

“
Oh for fuck’s sake,” she exploded.

She was sick and tired of her idiot ex spoiling her life. Every time she felt safe Lee popped back up like an annoying spot on her arse. She
’d shocked herself with the outburst though as she hardly ever swore, and going by the startled expressions on the men’s faces so were they.

“
Good for you Deanna. That wanker can just fuck off. Now he can see what you’ve got behind you. He’ll know he ain’t got a chance in hell of gettin’ near,” Logan said, proud of her.

Nate
’s emotions however were burning uncontrollably. The fact that Lee had turned up at a notorious motorcycle club with no thought of what could happen if he was caught, proved that the prick was either brave or a complete nutter. Nate believed it to be the latter, which made him an even bigger threat.

Just then the group of bikes returned back to the compound, Fraser running into the office seconds later saying they
’d searched but there was no-one around.

Nate pulled Deanna into a crushing hug, as he was unable to form any words. Deanna could feel his whole body tense as his fists and jaw clenched painfully. When he eventually got himself back under control he pulled away.

“I’d better go ring Ethan and Cameron and let them know. We’re nearly finished for the day so why don’t you lot get off. Babe, come and find me in the clubhouse when you’re done and we’ll go home together.”

She nodded and kissed him before he walked out the office. Each of the men hugged her before they left to finish their work, leaving her with her thoughts. Finally shutting her computer down she looked around and saw that all the members had left and the compound gates had been locked.

She walked into the deserted clubhouse in search of Nate when she heard a voice coming from the meeting room. As she peered inside she saw Nate sat in his chair at the head of the table on the phone with a serious expression on his face. When he saw her he smiled, gestured to her and she walked in, closing the door behind her. She knew that he was updating Ethan on what had happened.

Deanna watched as his hands nervously ran through his messy hair and she wanted to help him. He was going through all this stress because of her and she wanted to take his mind of everything for just a few minutes. His dark brooding expression could intimidate and make most men tremble in their boots. However to Deanna it had the effect of empowering her, knowing he was hers.

As she walked closer he patted his knee, but instead she knelt on the floor between his bulky parted thighs, and reaching up she brushed the front of his jeans. He stuttered to a stop talking on the phone and looked down at her with raised eyebrows.

She smiled sweetly up at him and pulled his zipper slowly down, the noise loud in the quiet room. Reaching inside she pulled out his semi hard arousal and began stroking it between her hands. As she watched his face she saw his shocked expression quickly change as she stroked faster. His eyes became heavy as he shuffled further down in his chair, making access easier for her.

Just as Nate started to talk again on the phone, he broke off with a choke as she licked up his now fully erect length. She circled the head and lapped at him looking straight into his burning eyes. He leant his head back against the chair and groaned, holding the phone away from him, as he felt her mouth slide down his length.

He was finding it hard to concentrate on what Ethan was saying as he watched her beautiful mouth suck him eagerly. His hand gripped the phone so hard he heard it crack and he groaned louder as her hand squeezed him, as his length disappeared inside her mouth. He reached forward with his other hand to caress her cheek as she moved in a steady rhythm and he knew he wouldn
’t last much longer, he was so close.

With a lot of effort he spoke hoarsely.
“I’ve gotta go Ethan. Somethin’s come up.”

He hung up the phone and threw it on the table as he reached down and wrapped his hands in her hair.

“Fuckin’ hell. That feels so good babe.”

She moaned in agreement and his growl sent vibrations running through her as he grew even longer in her wet mouth, ready to explode.

“Babe, I’m gonna come,” he panted, as she gripped him tighter and sucked harder until her cheeks hollowed and he exploded, unable to hold back a bellow as the pleasure ran through his body.

She continued to lick and suck every last drop. After he caught his breath he reached down and cupped her cheeks in his hands.

“My turn,” he said. He shot out of his chair and picked her up, lifting her dress as he sat her on the edge of the wooden table in front of him.

As he pushed her back gently to lean on her elbows he opened her legs and knelt in front of her, ripping her panties off her body. She watched as they landed behind him in two halves, a little miffed as they were her favourite pair. But she knew Nate would buy her a new pair, he loved buying her sexy lingerie and whenever she wore her new outfits his expression was so full of desire it made her feel beautiful and sexy.

“What are you do . . .  oh my,” she broke off when she felt his tongue.

Reaching down she grabbed fistfuls of his hair as he buried his face between her thighs as he licked, his tongue thrusting inside her. His stubble rubbed gloriously against her thighs, the pain of it bringing her even more pleasure.

Without moving his head he reached up and ripped her dress open, the buttons flying everywhere as he grabbed her bra and pulled it down roughly. He pinched both her nipples hard then squeezed and kneaded her large breasts. As the combined feelings shot through her she clenched her thighs together against Nate’s head as she came loudly.

Just as she was coming back down Nate stood quickly and slammed inside her, causing her to gasp loudly.

“You okay?” he said roughly, afraid he’d hurt her but unable to stop.

“
Honey, don’t stop. Fuck me,” she said, knowing her dirty words would have an impact on him. She had come to understand that Nate sometimes needed it to be like this, knowing he struggled with his all-consuming emotions.

Nate pounded into her and leant forward to entwine both of their hands tightly, his eyes never leaving hers, as she wrapped her legs around his thighs. Even through his burning lust he possessively watched to make sure he wasn
’t being too rough with her. She loved him even more for it.

“
God, Nate . . . please . . . harder.”

Nate growled loudly as he thrust as hard and deep as he could, sweat pouring off him as he looked at her glistening body and leaned down to kiss her hungrily, his arms shaking from the force of his thrusts. He felt her throb and tighten and as he rammed wildly into her she screamed his name as she exploded, squeezing him hard. He roared his release as the most powerful orgasm he
’d ever experienced ran through his body, his sight blacking out for a moment as he collapsed on top of her.

She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, even though his heavy weight pressed down on her, and she ran her hands down his sweating back. His breathing was so heavy against her neck she was a little worried about him.