Free Sons of Mayhem 2 Chaser (Sons of Mayhem Novels, #2) by Nikki Pink Page A

to me hard .” I ordered.
    My time in prison had toughened me up, the old shy girl I had been before was dead and now I made sure I got what I wanted. And right then, I wanted him. Him, the big, bad, biker.
    Him the tough guy, one minute standing over me, the next clambering on the bed, his arousal hard and proud before him as he grabbed me.
    I reached my arms up as he knelt above me and grabbed him by the back, my claws digging in. My nails raked his skin as I yanked him down until his hard chest touched my just-as-hard nipples.
    He had two hands around my thighs, forcing them apart just like I wanted him to. There was no messing around. We were both fucking horny as hell.
    My fingers slid down to his buttocks, scratching as I desperately encouraged him to enter me.
    I felt his hardness nudge against my thigh, my groin, my pussy. I shoved with my hips and yanked with my hands. With a flick of his powerful hips he was there. Hot. Hard. And sliding inside me.
    “Oh, fuck yeah,” he said.
    “Mmmmmm,” I moaned, momentarily losing the power of speech.
    His thrust was thick and long and hard and deep and filled me up exactly how I wanted, how I needed .
    “Ohhhhh yeah.” I wrapped my legs around his back. He wasn’t going to escape now.
    He had the same thought as he pressed my body down into the bed. I wasn’t going anywhere.
    He thrust into me hard and fast causing me to let out a little yelp every time he did so. That were a lot of yelps.
    “You like that?” he said into my ear as he paused a second deep inside me.
    “Mmmm,” I answered. Fuck yeah I liked it. I loved it.
    People who meditate say that it lets them forget about their stress, and cares, and worries. I was rapidly learning a good fuck can do the same.
    Thoughts of Dewey and the sheriff were gone from my mind. All that existed were me and him. The biker and me. Bottle and Karen.
    I dug my fingers into his hard body and bit at his chest tasting his sweet salty skin.
    That night, we were the only people in the world.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
    D ewey
    It was getting late now, but he hoped the third time would be the charm. If the dumbasses were going to look for him in a motel, then damn, he’d best be in a motel.
    He’d listened to their conversation in the clubhouse while parked a hundred yards down the road. The range on the bug wasn’t much better than that. Unfortunately he couldn’t listen all the time.
    First, he’d stopped at the imaginatively titled “Road Motel” to inquire about a room there. From the outside it had looked promising - it had the kind of shitty vibe that seemed appropriate - but when he went inside things fell apart. The woman behind the counter was about a hundred years old and seemed to be going senile. A fat lot of good she would be.
    He escaped by asking if they had a honeymoon suite — of course they didn’t — and expressing disappointment at their lack.
    Where would he and Karen honeymoon, he wondered? Would they go somewhere far away, Hawaii perhaps? Or after their years apart maybe it would be better to simply stay at home, together. He considered the multitude of options happily as he drove to his next stop.
    After the Road Motel he visited somewhere called the Jones Motel only to find it closed. Maybe the Jones’s died of old age, he mused.
    The last one however seemed like it just might be what he needed.
    Dewey parked his car in the dusty lot. The individual rooms which made up the motel complex were arranged in an L shape, with an office at the end.
    The place had certainly seen better days and he guessed the nearby interstate had taken away most of the passing traffic and customers.
    Who would use a place like this now? Perhaps some of Farmington’s high fliers bringing their mistresses and hussies for a secret romp in seedy surroundings. Maybe people trying to keep a low profile.
    What was most intriguing about the place, apart from its shittiness, was the motorcycle parked outside the office. It was some