Defiant Loyalty (Comanche Sons Motorcycle Club Book 2) (7 page)

Chance sat straighter. He finished the last of his beer and set the bottle aside. “Mathew was here?”

“Yep! I guess…Johnny must have told him what happened, and he came to see the situation,” said Ryan. “I haven’t seen him around for ages. He doesn’t usually come to the bars. The man is too busy establishing other businesses for the club.”

Riley exchanged a glance with Chance. They both knew what it meant. Once more he would be called to ask why he dragged the police into the club’s business. Of course, this time the situation was much worse. The police came inside the bar, and Mathew wouldn’t let it go that easily. She was enveloped in guilt. His work was affected because of her.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

“Let’s go,” she said.

Johnny came out of the back room. “Riley, wait. I need to talk to you.”

She exchanged another glance with Chance as she followed him. “What is it?”

“Close the door, please.” Johnny didn’t sit. Instead, he leaned against the table. “Look, Riley, you’re a great waitress. I like that you not only pull your weight but you also train and encourage others. If it wasn’t for you, Jane wouldn’t have gotten a hang of things so quickly.”

She didn't even bat an eyelid. “But…”

He had the grace to blush. “But I can’t afford for the police to turn up here due to your issues. We don’t like such hassles. While I am sorry that you are going through this shit, it’s not our business and we don’t want to make it so.”

“So you’re firing me.”

“Letting you go,” he said. “I have even typed up a reference letter for you and given you two weeks of extra pay since we’re not giving you any notice. I am really sorry, but I have gotta do what the brass says, and they want you gone.”

She accepted the letter and the check. It was more generous than she expected. The references would come in handy when she got another job. “Thanks, Johnny.”

“You really have a lot of potential, Riley. If…all this hadn’t happened, I would have loved for you to take over as manager, but I guess that’s not meant to be.”

“No, I guess not.” She thrust out her hand. “Thank you, Johnny, for everything. I had a good time working for you.”

“It was a pleasure. Too bad…about what happened.”

She didn’t grace him with a reply. Instead, Riley strode out. She didn’t care. This was fine. Everything would work out. This sudden move was actually a big thing for her; it forced her to move into the right direction. Now, she knew exactly what she had to do.

Chapter Eight

Chance paced the living room. Temper and annoyance roiled deep in his gut. There was too much at stake here, and he couldn’t understand why Riley was so calm. Her composure frightened him more than the anger she sometimes displayed. His glance darted her way, as she flipped the channels on the remote, looking for something to watch.

“You should’ve protested,” he said for the umpteenth time. “How can they kick you out of the bar without any valid reason? It wasn’t your fault that the man accessed the place.”

“It happened because of me. If I wasn’t there, Wesley wouldn’t have come.” She shrugged. “And I am glad that they let me go. If they hadn’t, I would have quit anyway. He came inside, he actually interacted with some of them, and he could have decided to stab one of them instead of me.”

“That’s just conjecture.”

He could tell that she wasn’t willing to argue about this anymore. Chance’s gaze darted to one of the colored sketches she’d propped on the counter. It showed the park they visited the other day. The details of the bridge, the flowing water, and the ducks were perfectly drawn, so much so that he almost felt like diving into the water. He strolled forward and picked it up. “Can I take this as a gift for Simon? I am going today to have a conversation with him. He has a wall where he displays arts and crafts.”

“Sure.” She nodded. For some reason, he had the feeling that her mind was elsewhere. Was she planning to leave this town now that her job was gone?

He couldn’t bear it if she did so, but he didn’t quite know how to stop her. If he told her that he loved her, she might bolt faster than before. He simply couldn’t take the risk. Walking over, he sat beside her and took her hand in his. “You will be able to get another job without much problem. I know a few people…”

“Don’t bother, Chance. It might not be a bad idea for me to take it easy for a week or so.” She turned to smile at him. There was something sad in her eyes, something he couldn’t quite understand. For some reason, he had the violent urge to not leave her side. What if he came home and she was gone? No. She’d said that she wouldn’t do that to him. And there was much work that he had to do. “Why don’t you go ahead? I’m going to stay inside.”

“What if he comes in?”

“He can’t. You know that the locks are solid, and I am not going to be stupid enough to let anyone in,” she assured him. “Believe it or not, I do want to stay alive.”

Chance checked his watch. “I have still got a couple of hours. Simon said he wouldn’t be in before five in the evening.”

“Why does he want to meet with you anyway?”

“No idea. He said he will discuss whatever it is with me when he sees me,” he replied, feeling a little distracted as she shifted on her seat. The short dress that she wore skidded up her thighs to reveal creamy, smooth skin. His mouth watered at the sight. Lifting his hand, he put it on her thigh and felt her muscles quiver under his touch.

As always, arousal was instantaneous.

Carefully, she switched off the TV and set the remote aside. “I can think of a few ways to make the most of these two hours.”

He fondled her flesh, enjoying the way it trembled under the pads of his fingers. “Really?”  

“Oh yes.”

His fingers crept up her skin until he found her velvety mound. Her panties were already wet. His finger stroked her center through the delicate cloth while his gaze locked with hers. It was erotic and sensuous to watch the expressions flit across her face while he fondled her. He put his palm on her mound and actually felt the quiver of excitement that lanced through her body.

Removing his hand, he grabbed her hand and tugged her up. When she stood, he beckoned her and made her sit on his lap. “I can never have enough of you.”

She ran a finger down his cheek. “Nor can I.”

Her lips captured his in a kiss that was hot and violent. He could feel the need that coiled and looped within her, as she tasted each nook and cranny in his mouth as if it was the last time they would ever make love. Her skin was hot under his, as he put his hands on her thighs to hold her on his lap. The touch of her was enough to drive him over the edge of insanity. His fingers looped under her panties and wriggled them off her hips. She rose up a little without breaking contact with his lips and allowed him to slide them off. After she stepped out of them, she settled on him once more.

As she kissed him, her tongue mingling with his in an age-old dance, his fingers bushed over her pussy. Sticky juices leaked out and coated his finger. Carefully, he inserted one finger inside her. She threw back her head and groaned while his hands settled on his shoulders and held on. Seeing her lose control made him even hornier. Yet, he wanted to take his time. He slid his finger inside and then brought it out again. Once more he repeated the move, and then again and again as she buckled over him.

Sweat lined her forehead as she jerked. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. Within the confines of his jeans, his cock was hard and ached with need. He wanted to pound in her moist depths. He longed to crush his pelvic bone against her while she buckled under him; but first, he wanted to reduce her to a mass of quivering muscles.

He desired to put his mark on her.

She was his, only his.

When his thumb found the sensitive nub within her pussy, her hands clenched on his shoulders. He felt her fingernails burn into his flesh through the shirt that he wore. Eagerly, she lifted his shirt up and jerked it off his head. Her head bent, and she bit the skin on his neck. The sweet bite heightened his desire. He pressed hard on her clit, and the orgasm that rippled through her was wild and stormy.

Taking out his finger, he held her with both hands on her waist. Her body vibrated from the aftermath of the orgasm. Bending her head, she kissed him once more. Her long, sensuous tongue caressed his lips and entered his mouth to lay claim to her territory. For a long time, their lips remained fused together. He tasted each inch of her mouth, relishing the way she sighed and settled over him.

Finally, she drew away. With her hand, she brushed back his hair. Her fingers traced the length of his face, down his throat, and then on to his chest. “You drive me crazy.”

He longed to say the words, but he swallowed them and instead said, “That was nothing. I have got more where that came from.”

Her fingers skipped over his chest, down to his lean stomach, and then pressed on the spot where his cock was straining against his jeans. “I have no doubt about it.”

As he gazed into her eyes, she fiddled with the buttons of his jeans. He raised his hips and helped her slide them off. Now, his cock rose high up in the air, saluting her beauty. Her fingers clamped around it. The gentle touch made desire slam into his heart. He could feel the heat of it, the need, and the passion that careened through every fiber of his body.

He wanted to possess her.

This aching need of his to own every inch of her body was frightening. Chance was quite aware that he never felt like this about another woman, and he couldn't quite understand the hold she held over him. It wasn’t just sex, but something more.

If he named these emotions, she would run away.

Rather than reflect on his feelings, he took off her dress and then her bra so that she sat naked over him. His hands pressed and squeezed her heavy, firm breasts. The curve of them, the shape of them, enticed him. He leaned forward and took one bud in his mouth. Chance felt it swell inside her mouth while she lifted her hips and positioned herself. Her juices rubbed over his cock, as it strained to reach deep inside her depths.

He grasped her hips and brought them down so that his penis cleaved inside her. She groaned, as his cock hit something inside her. The quiver of pleasure that coursed through his veins was intense, vibrant. He inhaled, as he drew in the scent of her body. His tongue flicked over her nipple, caressing and fondling the sweet bud until it filled his mouth. His fingers dug into the warm flesh of her hips and held her captive.

His cock was still inside her, immobile but deadly.

He could smell her arousal and that made him all the more delirious with need. Red hot coils of desire lopped around his body, making him a prisoner of the insane passion that consumed every cell in his body. It felt as if he was burning. Every muscle in his body ached to find the release. Yet, he waited.

From one nipple to another, his mouth traveled and tasted, plundered and looted, until she was once more swaying on the edge of the desire that took her by storm. When she moaned over him, when her hips struggled to find release from his hands, only then did he allow her to jerk over him. She pulled herself up and then slammed down into him again. The shock of the sudden movement and the delicious pleasure that swept through his nerves made him dizzy.

Her fingers slashed over his back, and he felt the heat of the blood that seeped through the thin scratches. It added to the excitement that careened through his body. Once more, she raised her hips. Chance bent his head and glanced at his cock that slipped out of her body. It was covered in her juices. His organ had taken on a life of its own. He could feel the heat of it, the sheer need, as she slipped in and out. The agonizing waves of pleasure that skipped through him were intense, hot. His fingers tightened on his hips, as he controlled the pace at which she moved.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

Chance rose up, carrying her with him. Walking over to the table that was nestled against one wall, he settled her hips on it.

“What the hell?” she complained.

With his hands, he set her down on it and then ran his fingers up from her ankles to the back of her knees. His cock was still inside her. Pushing back her legs, he opened her pussy and slid out his organ, allowing only the tip of it to remain inside. She gripped the edges of the table with both her hands. In and out, he slammed into her again and again with enough force to make her scream.

Every time he pounded into her, the muscles of her sheath expanded to take him in. Higher and higher, he spiraled her on the wings of the storm while the desire also expanded in his gut. The sweet torture that he inflicted on her affected him in much the same way. With push after push of his penis, he crept closer and closer to the end of this long, hard ride. As she swayed on the lips of the ravine, he increased the pace and finally sent her over the edge. As the second orgasm ripped through her, she jerked under him and he exploded inside her. His semen spilled into her depths and then leaked out while he heaved over.

For a long time, they lay still, both of them joined by their mutual passion. Finally, he slipped his cock out of her and drew her in his arms. Her feet slammed against the floor, and she rested her head on his shoulder.

Chance couldn’t keep the storm that still swelled inside his heart a secret anymore. If he didn’t say the words, he might die from the pain of keeping these feelings buried. Love was meant to be celebrated, to be enjoyed, and not kept hidden as if it was something dirty.

“Riley, I love you.”

She stilled in his arms. He could actually feel all her muscles tense, and then she slowly raised her head. Without looking at him, she slipped out of his arms. “You’re going to be late for your meeting with Simon.”

Anger swelled inside him. Is that all she had to say? Did he mean nothing to her? Was their relationship nothing but a good way to pass time? He grabbed her arm before she could walk way. “I said that I love you.”

Her lips were set in a hard line, as her gaze collided with his. “I heard you. It can never be, Chance. Just leave this alone. We’re not meant to be together.”

“We’re together.”

She tugged free her arm. “Not for long. I have to leave. You know that as well I do so don’t make it harder for me to do what is necessary. I told you right from the start that I wasn’t interested in anything long term.”

He refused to back off. If he didn’t stop her now, he wouldn’t ever be able to forgive himself. “So, I was just a body to fuck. Friends with benefit…that sort of thing.”

Picking up her panties, she slid into them. She put on her bra and then faced him. “Don’t be crude. We…I like you a lot, but I am sorry I can’t give you more than that.”