Ride Me Away Page 7

  I took a deep breath, filling my nostrils with the smell of his desire. My hands wrapped around his back and neck, pulling him in closer to me. His fingers ran up and down the side of my body and leg, leaving little sparks wherever they went.

  My heart pounded hard against his chest, the two of us enjoying each and every taste of the other.

  His lips began moving to the side of my mouth, down my cheek and toward my ear. The warmth of his breath got there just before they did, sending shivers down the side of my neck as he breathed in and out. He kissed me gently, teasing my ear with soft, delicate touches.

  I found myself squirming underneath him already. My hips were reaching up for his, desperate for something to touch my sensitive spot.

  He moved his lips lower, following the delectable sensations he had been sending down my neck with kisses and bites. I had no control over the whimpers that he forced from me.

  His knee found its way between my legs, finally giving me something to press my desperate cunt against. My panties became wet as I rocked myself up and down his leg, using him to satisfy myself.

  Jag pulled away from me and removed my top before resuming exactly where he had left off. He reached behind my back with one hand, and with a clearly honed skill, unlatched my bra.

  His kisses moved lower from my neck, over my collarbone, and down to my bra. His lips made their way between my breasts, where he bit into the cloth covering them and slowly dragged it away.

  I looked up into his eyes as he tossed it to the side. They were full of lust and emotion, like there was nothing more in this world that he would rather be doing right now.

  He came back down slowly, kissing my stomach as he tickled his way up to my breasts. His lips didn’t go directly for my hard nipples; they made their way around my entire bosom in small circles instead, each revolution becoming increasing smaller until he no longer had anywhere else to go.

  His soft, wet lips caressed my nipple, sucking it in while his other hand massaged my opposite breast. I ran my hands through his long hair, enjoying every second that he needed me.

  I reached for the bottom of his shirt and dragged it off over top of his head. He stood up to quickly take off his pants and underwear as my eyes ran down his chest before settling on his cock, stiff and throbbing.

  Before he could rejoin me on the bed, I slid closer to him and took his dick into my mouth. I stroked up and down his firm shaft as my lips slowly sucked and made love to the head. With my other hand, I reached underneath his balls to caress them.

  Jag let out approving moans as he ran his fingers through my hair. His salty taste began escaping into my mouth, showing me exactly how much he really was enjoying it. I began stroking him quicker, licking his slit at the end of each movement. His sounds of pleasure grew more enthusiastic and his hips rocked with me.

  Then Jag pushed me off of him and threw me back down onto the mattress. He went straight for my belt and had my pants off in mere seconds.

  Making his way around to the foot of the bed, he knelt on it and wrapped his arms around my legs, pulling me toward him. I wanted him; my pussy needed to be filled.

  He lifted my legs higher, putting them over his shoulders to bring my cunt right against his lips. With only my shoulders and head touching the bed, he held me in place as his tongue swirled around my sensitive folds to taste the evidence of my desires.

  Soon, my moans were uncontrollable. Each lick brought me closer and closer to the edge, and I knew I couldn’t take much more of this. My hands found his thighs and immediately reached for his cock. It was standing straight up with his pre-cum dripping down the shaft, coating his skin all the way down to his balls.

  Jag continued to please me, but I wanted more. I needed his cock inside me. I began stroking him as he performed circles around my clit, sucking it in and expressing his desire for it with little groans.

  Each mumbled exhortation of pleasure only added to the sensation. The gentle vibrations washed through my body as he continued. The pressure was building in my clit, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out.

  “Ohh, don’t stop!” I whimpered.

  Letting go of his cock and gripping onto the edge of the bed, I braced myself for the impending release. Soon after, wave after wave of pleasure rocked through my body. I began tensing and squeezing his head between my legs as his tongue continued its ministrations. My nails frantically dug into the sheets as my rapture overtook me.

  As soon as my legs relaxed again, Jag eagerly dropped my body back down onto the bed. His cock wasn’t far behind as he pressed it up against my now sensitive pussy. The pleasure of every touch seemed amplified two-fold.

  He used the tip of his dick to part my lips and spread my juices around before he began filling me with every inch he possessed. Each thrust of his hips against mine had me wriggling around on the bed all over again.

  Jag muffled my moans with a kiss, capturing my lips with his while he continued ramming his dick as deep as it would go. His pace quickened, and with each thrust I found my body lurching with the force of his hips slapping against me.

  The kisses were quickly turning more passionate. The two of us became entangled in each other as we frantically tried pulling the other closer. Soon our lips were in heated battle, desperately fighting for more.

  He finally broke the kiss as his groans intensified and his hips began to buck. I wrapped my arms around to his strong back and lifted myself up to him once again. kissing his neck. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to feel the same pleasure he’d brought me.

  Jag’s thrusts became more and more firm against my hips, and soon he was wildly plunging inside me, roaring as he finally released his own pent-up desire. I continued kissing his tender flesh, teasing all the sensitive places I could find. I wanted him to experience as much pleasure as possible.

  He let out one final breath before collapsing on top of me. Panting heavily, he rolled over to my side. I cuddled up next to him and planted a kiss on his shoulder, causing a smile to spread across his face.

  The two of us slowly drifted off to sleep. That was the first night Jag and I ever spent together.

  Getting Deep

  My next meeting with Jackson was this week. It had me a little nervous. I was still gaining trust in the group, so I couldn’t rush anything, but I knew Jackson would be disappointed with no results.

  He used to be one of the top agents back in his day, which meant he expected the same from everyone else. Sometimes the constant threat of being pulled from a job was hard on a person. But more often than not, it got him what he wanted.

  The only information I had on the club was about the shootout the other night. The cops had been interviewing all of the members, but none of them disclosed anything about any deaths and no bodies had turned up yet. As far as the law was concerned, it was a bloodless fight.

  That information had to be kept a secret—at least for now. I knew Jackson would take immediate action against them if he found out. My emotions were getting in the way of a federal investigation, and I knew it. I just wasn’t ready to see Jag behind bars. I needed more time to think.

  I hopped on my bike nice and early, heading out to the same abandoned yard that we had met at before. I noticed him behind me shortly after I left my apartment in that same junker of a car.

  Stopping my bike against the wall of the old house, I turned myself to sit side-saddle on it. Jackson pulled up behind me and got out to sit on the hood of his car.

  “So, what have you got on the Saviors?” he said as took off his sunglasses and folded them.

  “Nothing other than what you already know. I’m still working on gaining their trust.”

  “Anna, it’s already two months in, and you’re telling me you have nothing yet?”

  “There was hardly any intel on them when I started. What do you expect?”

  “I expect results from my top agent, Anna.” He crossed his arms. “Next month, there better be something.”

  “Well, I�
�m not ready to disappoint you yet. I have something else. It’s not on the Saviors, but I happened to be in the right place at the right time and came across a drug operation. They’re selling coke out of Club X.”

  “And…?”

  “They’re using the bar as a cover to deal it. The owner had five bags in his desk, clearly for resale. He has everything documented in his office.”

  “Documented?”

  “Yeah, everything.”

  “Well that’s convenient,” he said, standing back up. “Good work, agent. I’ll look into their finances and see if we can get a warrant. We’ll clean that guy out ASAP.”

  Jackson walked back around to the car door and opened it.

  “Next time, I expect something on the Saviors.”

  He pulled out of the yard, leaving me stuck between a rock and a hard place. At least Club X would buy me some time.

  Things between Jag and I were still confusing. He wouldn’t contact me at all for long stretches of time, only to just show up out of the blue and haul me away. This was one of those long stretches between contacts.

  I expected to see him again soon, unless I’d scared him off somehow. My thoughts were on him as I drove his club’s motorcycle to work.

  Things just never seemed to change at Club X, and I’d seriously started to wonder if these three men had any kind of life outside drinking beer and laughing.

  The only thing that was new around here was Ryan’s attitude toward me. He hardly talked to me anymore since Jag showed up to drag me away. His voice no longer had any emotion or excitement in it, and he was cold toward any conversation I tried to initiate.

  “Hey, Ryan,” I said as I walked up to the bar.

  “Hey.”

  “All right, man. I gotta ask. What’s your beef?”

  “My beef? If you really gotta know, it’s you hanging around with that biker guy. Those guys are dangerous. You shouldn’t be around them.”

  “That’s what this is about? The biker gang that you told me was harmless?”

  “Yeah. I thought we had something going on, then all of a sudden Mr. Badass Biker Boy shows up here and drags you away.”

  “Ryan, what we had was nothing. It was just for fun.”

  “Maybe you should have told me that. I felt something more…”

  He set his towel down on the counter and left the bar, heading into the back.

  No wonder I haven’t had a boyfriend in years.

  I didn’t really know how to handle something like this. Following him might have just made him think I cared and encouraged more of this behavior. The last thing I needed was for him to fall in love with me right now.

  Instead, I took over his position at the bar and hoped that something interesting might happen for once.

  BANG!

  The front door swung open with a thud against the wall. Men in armored suits came rushing through.

  “Freeze! Get on the ground!”

  They pointed their guns at the three men and myself. We all raised our hands and laid down.

  God dammit, Jackson.

  One of them jumped on top of the bar and pointed his gun at me while another tied my hands behind my back. I heard the rushing of footsteps heading into the back room. Jackson had clearly obtained his warrant.

  I heard yelling and screaming from the back. It sounded like Ryan was resisting arrest.

  “We got some coke on these guys,” I heard one of the officers say from the other side of the counter.

  “Good, haul ‘em out.”

  I hated this part of the job; acting like a criminal just so I could remain undercover. None of them knew who I was, anyway. To them, I was just another low life.

  I heard the door to the back open up again.

  “Bastard set fire to his desk,” I heard another man say.

  “Fuck. Did you put it out?”

  “Yeah, but almost all of the papers got burned. We found a line of coke across his desk, though, so we can haul him in.”

  “Good. I want everyone back at the office for questioning. Get her outta here.”

  The officer that had been watching me forced me to my feet and pushed me out of the building, throwing me into the back of a cop car.

  They tossed us all in holding cells at the station. They put the men in one and me in another. My hands were untied, but theirs weren’t. Ryan’s eyes never left me from under his brow. His gaze was full of worry and a hint of anger. I tried my best to avoid eye contact.

  The three men sat quietly, waiting for a lawyer before they would say anything. Max appeared to be the most nervous of them.

  Jag showed up about a half an hour later.

  “Jag? What are you doing here?” I asked as I stood up.

  “Better question is what are you doing in here?”

  “Looks like I chose a bad place to work. Turns out they were selling coke under the table.”

  “I could’a told you that. I thought you knew.”

  “A bit late for that now.” I gave him an ugly look, pretending to play the oblivious girl. I knew upstairs would have me out in a few days, but I didn’t want to make anything more obvious to Ryan. He was beginning to scare me a little.

  “They can’t hold you for long. Once they figure things out, they won’t be able to keep you in here past a few days.”

  “Yeah, I know. Guess it should have been obvious. These were the only three guys ever spending money in that place,” I said, nodding my head toward the men in the other cell.

  “I’ll see what I can do. Give me a call when they let you out of here,” he said as he turned to leave.

  A couple steps later, I called out to him. “Jag, how did you know I was in here?”

  He turned around briefly and said, “How do you think, hun?” before turning back to the door.

  Ryan’s stare was even more heated than before, only this time, it was directed at Jag. I needed to distance myself from him.

  A few days passed by and the police had nothing to continue holding me on. The bad news was that Ryan was in the same boat. They couldn’t pin any charges on him because Max had burned enough of the evidence.

  Max was going to trial. Despite his best efforts, they still had enough to likely put him away for a long time. The other three men were charged with possession and awaited trials of their own.

  I called Jag and waited in the station until he arrived for me. Despite all of my training, Ryan was strong, and if he got the drop on me, I might be in trouble.

  When Jag showed up, we walked out together and Ryan approached us.

  “What are you doing, Kim?”

  “What do you mean?” I responded.

  “Him. What are you doing with him?” he said, nodding to Jag with his eyes still focused on me.

  “You leave her alone,” Jag said as he stepped in between us, but that only angered Ryan even more. He tried to shove him out of the way to get to me, but Jag knocked him to the ground with an unexpected right hook.

  “Let’s get outta here,” Jag said as he grabbed my hand and led me to his bike.

  Things were getting out of control on this mission. I was supposed to be flying under the radar, not causing fistfights in the street.

  Jag took me back to my apartment and shut off his bike. He pulled his helmet off and turned his head to the side, squinting in the sun.

  “Go grab some things,” he said. “You’re staying with me for a few days. I’ll wait down here.”

  I looked at him in shock for a few seconds before it truly sank in. Jag really was going to try and protect me when I needed it. I grabbed his face and planted a huge kiss on the side of his cheek. A smile erupted across his face.

  “Come on now, hurry up,” he said, his voice a happy chirp.

  I went into my room, grabbed the duffel bag from underneath my bed, and threw it on top of the covers. I filled it with as many of my belongings as I possibly could without busting the zipper.

  Just as I was zipping it up, I noticed one of my vib
rators.

  Nah, I don’t think I’ll be needing those.

  I threw the bag over my shoulder and headed back downstairs. Jag was still there, waiting patiently.

  “Got everything?” he asked.

  “Yup,” I replied before giving him another kiss and jumping on my bike.

  The two of us rode side by side down the streets, me following his lead as he led me back to his house.

  He lived just a few blocks down the road from the Saviors’ clubhouse. His place was a light blue and appeared completely normal on the outside. He had an old pickup parked in the driveway in front of the detached garage and his front yard was kept up well.

  “Nice place,” I said as we took our helmets off.

  “Thanks,” he said as he walked up the front steps to unlock the door.

  I followed him into the house and shut the door behind us.

  “You can put your things in my room,” Jag said as he turned around. He placed one finger just below my breasts and dragged it up to my chin. “After all, that’s where you’re going to be sleeping.”

  He stepped closer to me and took the bag from my hand, dropping it onto the floor. His other hand found its way around my back and to my ass, where he took hold of me firmly.

  “Come on, I’ll show you my bed.”

  His hand traced around from my ass to my front, grabbing hold of my belt and dragging me along. With my eyes fixated on his wide shoulders swaying from side to side as he walked, my moistening pussy gave me no choice but to follow.

  When we got to his bedroom he hurled me onto the bed face-down. He crawled up on top of me, snarling in my ear as his hand found its way underneath my body. He undid my belt and slid his hand further underneath my waistband.

  I wriggled around in pleasure underneath him as his fingers made contact with my clit. His cock began swelling up against my ass, and I couldn’t resist the urge to grind up against it. Soon it was completely firm, and I couldn’t wait to get it inside of me.

  Sliding my pants down, I began rubbing my bare ass against him as I fumbled with his belt behind my back. As soon as it was loose, I quickly reached for his waistband and pulled it below his cock.