WRECKED: CHOSEN FEW MC - BOOK TWO: OUTLAW BIKER/ALPHA ROMANCE (19 page)

“Damn right it is. Greg, if you don’t pick up your option on this one, let her know you want to keep her around, one of the other guys is going to for sure.”

“They come near her, I’ll forget what a pacifist I intend to be, starting tomorrow.

Suddenly Melanie felt bright. “You get your asses out of here.”

She watched the cloud of dust they kicked up as they left and wondered why these guys seemed so much more alive than anyone else she knew. Malcolm moaned and she turned to see him sagging in the chair that Cutter had tied him into after carrying him into the office like he weighed nothing at all. Spittle and blood ran down from the corner of his mouth. The kids were actually playing in the garage, making it sound like recess. The tension was broken and they were bursting with the energy of relief.

In the distance one of the bikes stopped. A figure straggled from the bushes alongside the road, and whoever was on the bike pointed back to the garage. The figure turned and staggered toward her. It was the bus driver. She smiled. He could help with the kids. Maybe after she undid his cuffs she’d put the keys in the drawer and forget where they were. If Mr. Affir came back, he might have to wait until the police undid his. He hadn’t been much help at all.

When she went inside, she talked to the kids and they all agreed that the story the police would understand might not exactly match everything they’d seen, but it was basically the truth.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

When the police arrived, the story they were told puzzled and amused them. They had been kidnapped and brought here. Melanie had posted the demands on Innes’s Facebook page, and then some bikers had come by. Innes panicked and fired at them. At that point, Carly insisted on explaining her role. Not about her phone, but the clever way she distracted the man with the rifle. Melanie could tell they believed her by the way they winced. They all ran away, and the bikers had taken down their kidnapper.

That the kidnapper’s son told the same story sealed it.

They found a dazed and frightened Mr. Affir hiding in a ditch further down the road. Melanie was disappointed to learn that the police had a key that would undo his handcuffs. She’d been looking forward to seeing a locksmith cut them off.

Overall the police were kind and efficient. They hauled Innes off for questioning. “The way he’s carrying on, he’ll go straight to psych evaluation,” the lead detective told her.

“That’s where he belongs,” she told him. “You might want to check his Facebook page.”

The officer smiled. “These nutters seem to think we care what they put up there. As long as it isn’t child porn…”

“Nothing like that. But he’s a sick man.”

“You think he shouldn’t be prosecuted?”

“That’s not for me to say. He strikes me as someone who has demons he can’t control. I don’t think he intended to harm anyone in the beginning.”

The detective shook his head. “You are a lot more forgiving than I’d be in your shoes. He smacked you a good one with that pistol and was going to kill you.”

“The paramedics want me to get my head checked, so maybe I am soft in the head.”

Naturally child protective services had to come to evaluate the situation, and they took the children and Melanie to the hospital so a doctor could check them out. “Once we know they’re okay, we’ll notify the parents to come and get their children,” the woman in charge told her.

“I better call the school and let them know things are all right,” she said. She used Cutter’s phone and called Donna Turnbull on her direct line and gave her an update.

“Thank God you are all alive,” she said. “Now that you have a moment, tell me what happened. I’ll need to make a report.”

With the woman from CPS eavesdropping Melanie gave her a short version, sticking mostly to the story she’d told the police.

“Those bikers rescued you all?”

“They did?”

“It’s that gang Carly’s uncle belongs to, isn’t it?” Donna wasn’t stupid.

“It might have been. The police don’t know for sure what club it was.”

“You have someone listening in, don’t you?”

“Yes. Anyway, the bikers came to our assistance, with help from a couple of us on the inside.”

“I’m not sure I can see Mr. Affir in the role of a hero.”

“And you shouldn’t. Carly and Brian took action. Mr. Affir is very stressed out, and I expect he’ll want some time off and hope the children have time to forget how he behaved.”

Donna surprised him by giggling. “Serves him right, the pompous fool. Will you be taking time off? I mean everyone will be off for a couple of days. The rule is that everyone, all the students and teachers, have to have some counseling. That will be so chaotic that the school board decided to just forget about trying to do anything else.”

“And to let the publicity ease up a bit.”

“I’m supposed to give an interview on television.”

“Wonderful.”

Better you than me.

“I’m nervous.”

“You’ll be wonderful. It will reassure the public to see the confident and in-control principal that you are. They’ll understand that this was a crazy, unpredictable one-off event, and that you’ve taken every precaution to ensure the children’s safety.”

“Exactly.”

“Let them know how heroic the children were.”

“What about the bikers?”

“Since they didn’t choose to remain, I think they’d appreciate our playing down their role.”

“Certainly.” That seemed to please her.

“I’m worried about Brian. His father is under arrest and will probably be committed. He hasn’t anyone else.”

“Sure he does. His mother originally filled out his emergency forms and we have a part where they tell us who to contact if something happens to both parents and she had her sister’s name listed.”

“Can you contact her?”

“I did. She’s on her way to talk to the CPS people now. She wants to adopt him. She lives right nearby, but Mr. Innes thought she was a government spy and wouldn’t let her be around the boy. If they approve, Brian will stay in your class.”

Melanie let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. You are fantastic.”

“Sometimes it’s handy to have a bureaucrat on your side, Melanie.”

Things were still chaotic when she hung up, but knowing that Brian had someone made the world seem a happier place. Liking Donna a lot better was an unexpected bonus.

* * *

She opened the door to find Greg on her doorstep. “I hear tell there’s no school today, so I asked myself, ‘Self, don’t you think a nice teacher might like some company on an unexpected day off?’ I didn’t get much of an answer and thought of calling, asking the question. But then I remembered a lot of phones shuffling around. I know I had forgotten to give Tawnya hers back.”

“Tawnya?”

“The bartender at the clubhouse. While Luc had mine to track your call, I used hers. I took it with me to communicate with him and Cutter. And then I didn’t know what happened to yours. For all I know the cops still have it.”

She smiled and opened the door wide. “They didn’t have any use for my phone, or Carly’s. They were nice enough to return it after the forensics people were done with the bus. See, they didn’t know phones had anything at all to do with the crime or the rescue. They understood completely that some bikers were just riding around, probably looking for trouble, and that Innes panicked and took some shots at them. Of course, those brutal bullies beat the crap out of him and then took off, looking for more trouble and not bothering with any bunch of kids.”

“Probably perverts anyway.”

“No doubt.” She looked up at him and kissed him. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

“Can things get back to normal now?”

He threw his head back and laughed. “I don’t even know what that means. When have things been normal?”

“I mean the normal we were working out before Innes went nuts. The normal where you take me on insane trips, but it’s just us, and then you nail me on the beach.”

“Does it have to be on a beach? I bet you’ve got a lovely bed right here.”

She felt her breathing grow shallow and her pulse race. “Yes. As a matter of fact, I do.”

He wrapped those powerful arms around her. “The bed is a lot closer than the beach.”

* * *

In her bedroom Greg undressed her slowly. He undid her blouse and slid it off her shoulders and down her arms, then let his hands linger on her bare flesh. At his touch goosebumps rose up and her entire being began to tingle. He turned her to face her full-length mirror and put his arms around her to fondle her breasts, then let his hands slide down over her belly. She sank back against him as his fingers undid her jeans. She watched their reflection, seeing him nuzzle her neck as he opened her jeans. His touch, his hand slipping inside her pants to touch her pussy made her suck in her breath. She wanted to melt into his arms and her legs quivered. She was weak with desire, with the delicious tingle of anticipation. The way he moved with such deliberation made her head spin. His studied slowness was driving her up the wall and she loved it.

His fingers worked between the lips of her pussy and she opened her legs for him, wanting to feel them inside her. When he obliged, forcing two fingers into her heat, she moaned with pleasure and her head rocked back. “You are so beautiful,” he said, and she’d never heard those words said with such sincerity. They might be fueled by lust, but that made it even better.

His free hand went around her waist and he picked her up, still fucking her with his fingers, and he carried her to the bed. Finally he slipped his hand out of her pants and put her on the bed on her hands and knees and began tugging her pants down over her ass. He kissed her spine and then trailed kisses down over her ass as he worked her jeans and panties down to her knees. He pressed his mouth to her bare pussy, sending a shiver of intense pleasure through her, then his tongue was inside her, tasting her in long, wet licks that drove conscious thought from her head. She dropped her head to the mattress, offering herself to his rapacious tongue and felt her juices flowing copiously.

Then he stood up at the foot of the bed. Glancing toward the mirror, she saw him staring at her exposed ass and pussy, then slowly unzipping his jeans, undoing them, and pushing them down until he could step out of them. His cock was swollen stiff and huge. The sight of it jutting out from his loins, the perfect emblem of his lust for her, made her heart pound, her pulse throbbing in her ears. He took that cock in his hand and held it as he came up behind her, bringing the bulbous head to her flesh and rubbing it in the wet, warm pink lips. She watched him, transfixed, as he thrust his hips forward. She watched him in the mirror as he took her, and she felt the pressure of his throbbing flesh as it slowly invaded her body, penetrated her. It was glorious the way it filled her. His hand burned on the small of her back as he worked his cock into her, moving back and forth, deeper and deeper inside her. They melded together, his hard cock fusing in her molten core.

Then he leaned over her, wrapping his arms around her, his fingers playing with her nipples and his belly warm on her ass as he began to truly fuck her, taking her with hard thrusts, his powerful muscles ramming his cock into her. In the mirror she caught sight of her lover mounting her, fucking her passionately and she came, her cries of pleasure filling her bedroom. He continued pounding into her. She was shapeless now, formless, nothing but a female form that convulsed with pleasure, and suddenly felt him spending inside her. Hot liquid flooded her and he was groaning—the sounds of her male animal in full rut.

It was glorious.

* * *

The morning light streamed in across the lovers, who lay tangled in sheets damp with sweat and smelling strongly of hot sex.

“What a wild night,” she said happily. She lie on her side against him, her hand stroking his chest, her fingers playing with a scar that he’d told her was from a gunshot. One day she’d get him to tell her the story of each of his scars. There was quite a history of violence on the body of a man who didn’t seek it out.

He smiled at her. “This morning wasn’t so bad either, you crazy, gorgeous woman.”

She blushed at the reminder that as amorous as he’d been in the night, she was the one who’d wakened him. She’d woken aroused, with her hand on his flaccid cock. Wrapping her fingers around it, she’d stroked him, then moved down to take him in her mouth, bringing him to a full erection and waking him. She’d had no plan except to let herself go, to feel the joy of touching him, caressing him, arousing him. And when she had, when his eyes came open, she’d straddled him, kneeling down to engulf that wonderful cock of his and riding him until he exploded inside her.

Now she lay beside him feeling wistful and wondering what lay ahead.

“I called you and you came. From the bus, I mean.”

“Of course I came.”

“You protected me. You risked your life for me.”

“Any time.” He whispered. “I’d like to protect you for the rest of your life.”

“And take me for rides on your motorcycle.”

“All over the continent.”

“Canada?”

“Canada and even Alaska. Or we could go south, take a ride to Baja and camp on the beach. Hell, if you took time off, we could ride all the way to South America. We have forever, after all.”

She stared into his eyes. “Forever?”

“Forever.”

“And you’d protect me?”

“Forever.”

“And you would make love to me?”

“Forever, except when I’m fixing motorcycles.”

She sighed.

“The real question is if you will let me protect you forever?”

“Except when you are fixing motorcycles. Maybe I will. For sure right now. I’ll certainly think about that forever part. I’ll give you a chance to convince me. I have a few days off and you can use them to show me what it might be like to be surrounded by protection and lots of sex.” She thought of the club. She’d met a few of the members now, but she still hung onto a stereotype that she had to put to rest. “I want to get to know the rest of your life. I’ve never seen your garage or met most of your friends.” Greg read her mind. “I’ll take you to the clubhouse. Carly and I can show you around, but I’ll let her tell you the gossip. She knows more about the people than I do.”