Club Property: Adults Only Motorcycle Club Romance: Roadrunners MC (17 page)

She pushed her butt towards him to meet his thrusts and their bodies came together with more urgency as their hunger for each other surged. Crash slapped his free hand down on the small of her back as he threw himself forward with increasingly forceful lunges, and he could sense the heat of his lust beginning to overwhelm him. It made him slow his pace and Carrie lifted a hand between her thighs to carry on where she left off when she was being licked out. The touch of her fingers on her clit made her gasp and she strained against the pull on her long braid.

Her excitement began to spiral out of control as Crash continued fucking his cock in her wet cunt and her muscles slowly clenched tightly as the tension in her body rose towards a high. She carried on stroking her clit as the heat grew between her thighs and her rasping breaths became desperate as she pushed back to meet the thrusts. She was getting so close and urged her lover to give her everything.

Crash let go of her hair and she shuddered when his hands grasped hold of her hips. His fingers dug in her flesh as he pulled himself onto her and their naked skin slapped together noisily as the sex became frantic. Carrie’s mouth opened wide as her body responded to the sex and she carried on rubbing her clit furiously until it all became too much for her. She pulled her hand away and grabbed the bedcovers as the tension reached its peak and she was held in the moment for a second or two before the shuddering convulsions of orgasm rocked her body.

The heat of ecstasy flooded her veins as Crash continued driving his cock between her swollen pussy lips and her inner depths tightened around his thrusting manhood as she climbed the heights of her passion all the way to the very top. Her despairing cries of delight filled the bedroom as the orgasm became her whole world before the shudders began to fade. She expected Crash to go all the way, but he dragged her down on her side and spooned his body close to hers with his erect length still buried inside her.

“Finish it,” she urged him. “I want to feel you cum in me.”

She groaned as his hand found her breast and clamped around it. The position they were in allowed her to slide a hand between her thighs and she stroked on Crash’s erection as he started thrusting it inside her again. Her fingertips slid along his slippery length as he fucked her and he leaned forward to kiss on the nape of her neck. It made her groan and she slid her hand lower to grip around his balls then held on as his cock continued to ravage her. The sound of his breathing grew more desperate as he lost the struggle to keep the sex going.

His body slapped against her naked butt more rapidly as the excitement overwhelmed him and she knew that he couldn’t hold on any longer when he plunged deep inside her and let out a loud groan. Carrie squeezed her grip around his balls as his body bucked against hers and a powerful jet of his hot seed erupted inside her. It was quickly followed by more and she massaged Crash’s balls to help them empty as he gave in to the basic instinct to unload everything inside her. She could feel every twitch and jerk of his cock and continued to hold on to his balls even after they were emptied. His erection remained hard for a few minutes more and she didn’t let him pull out, so she could enjoy the dying throbs of the power fading from it.

“You’ll get me pregnant,” she teased him when she released her grip to pull her hand away.

“Yeah, very fucking funny,” he replied.

“Do you think the baby will be cute like me or a big ugly brute like you?” she went on and laughed.

“Less of the ugly,” he warned her.

“Sorry boss,” she said. “Just promise you won’t ever leave me.”

“I promise,” he replied.

The smile spread across her face as she wriggled around to cuddle up close to him and they lay in silence. It was nice to just have him holding her after the intimacy they shared and she closed her eyes as she enjoyed it.  The cheeky thought came in her head and she couldn’t help playing it out.

“Well...” she let out.

“Well what?” Crash asked.

“Last time you made me something to eat right after,” she teased him.

“Didn’t I just hear you calling me boss?” he joked.

“You’re only the boss for sex,” she retorted. “After that you have to do what I tell you.”

“Well that’s just fucking great,” he let out in feigned annoyance.

“Stop complaining and just do it,” she said. “I’m worth it, aren’t I?”

“Yes Miss,” Crash replied as he released his grip on her and got up.

Carrie grinned as her gaze settled on his naked butt and she watched it all the way until it disappeared from view when he left the bedroom. Things were turning out the way she wanted and the happiness washed over her.

“Life is good,” she let out and couldn’t wipe the smile from her face.

Carrie woke up and rolled her head from side to side to see that she was lying alone in bed. The drowsiness wore off in a split second to be replaced by the slight panic that Crash was gone and it made her sit up.

“Don’t be stupid,” she let out under her breath, but it didn’t stop her throwing the covers off and immediately getting to her feet.

She just dragged on a t-shirt then left the bedroom to go in search of him. The relief spread through her when she got to the kitchen to see him sitting at the table, but she saw the plume of smoke he exhaled when he looked up towards the ceiling.

“Those have to go,” she said when she walked in the room.

“What?” Crash asked when he turned to look at her.

She motioned towards the cigarillo in his mouth.

“The cancer sticks,” she said. “You need to stop smoking them around me or even try to wean yourself off them.”

“Bloody babies,” he said with a grin, but stubbed out the cigarillo he was smoking then got up to go and open the window.

Carrie waited until he was sitting down before moving across the room to drop on his lap. She leaned in to a kiss and the thrill of it still seemed new to her.

“Still can’t control yourself around me,” she said and laughed as she squirmed in his lap.

She squealed and giggled as she was pushed to her feet.

“Nice outfit,” Crash said.

He reached for the hem of the t-shirt, but Carrie slapped his hand away before he managed to grab hold.

“If I don’t get to sit on your lap,” she said and laughed. “You don’t get to peek.”

“Are you naked under the t-shirt?” he asked.

“That’s for me to know,” she said and turned away from him.

She knew his gaze would follow her when she walked across to the fridge and opened the door. It allowed her to reveal she was naked below her t-shirt when she bent over more than she really needed to as she reached for the carton of milk. It gave him a brief glimpse of her naked butt and his cheeky wolf whistle made her smirk when she straightened up.

“Keep your eyes off me, you pervert,” she teased him when she went to get a glass.

She filled it with milk before returning the carton to the fridge and going to join him at the table.

“I need to go into the Roadrunners’ building today,” he said.

He saw the suspicious expression cross her face and knew what she was going to say before she even opened her mouth.

“I’m coming home,” he said to reassure her.

“You’re not leaving me here,” she told him. “I’m coming with you.”

“You’ll be bored out of your brains,” Crash went on. “I really do work as a mechanic for them, so will be spending the day fixing a truck and possibly other vehicles as well. There won’t be anything for you to do.”

“Don’t care,” Carrie replied. “I’m not spending the day here on my own and worrying about whether I’ll see you again. I’d rather sit in your workshop and watch you. Come to think of it, that will be just like old times. Will you strip to the waist and get sweaty as you work?”

“I’m not…”

“Stressing me out isn’t good for the baby,” she said with a disapproving stare.

“Are you going to use this pregnancy just to get me to do what you want?”

“Of course I am,” she told him with a wide smile. “It’s the duty of the daddy to keep the mummy happy at all times. Didn’t you know that?”

“No,” Crash replied and rolled his eyes. “It’s lucky you’re here to explain the pregnancy rules to me.”

Carrie lifted the glass to her lips and finished the full glass of milk in one gulp.

“I’m glad you realize how lucky you are,” she said when she got to her feet.

She went over to the sink to place the empty glass in it then walked over to the door. It was only when she got there that she stopped to look towards him.

“What time do we leave?” she asked.

“There’s no rush,” Crash answered. “The work can wait.”

“I’m going to have a shower then,” she told him and walked out of the kitchen to head to the bedroom.

She took off the t-shirt she was wearing when she got there and grabbed a fresh towel from the wardrobe before walking in the bathroom. It brought her memories of seducing Crash the first time they made love and the smile remained on her face as she washed. She dried herself when she got out of the cubicle and returned to the bedroom. The clothes she brought with her were still in her bag, so she went to unpack and hung the garments in the wardrobe before choosing something to wear.

When she was dressed, she sat on the bed and looked around. She knew for sure that she wasn’t going to return to college and wondered just what she was going to tell her parents. They would likely be mad about what she was doing, but she meant what she said to Crash the night before about not living her life to make her family happy. They would just have to accept her choice whether they liked it or not. There was no particular need to worry about it at that moment in time, but she would need to work out how she was going to tell them. She put her concerns about her family out of her mind as she got to her feet and walked out of the bedroom. Crash was still sitting at the kitchen table and she went over to join him.

“Your dad is going to kill you… and me,” Crash said.

“I was just thinking along similar lines in the bedroom,” she admitted, but shrugged her shoulders. “But it’s my life. I need to do what I think is right.”

“And that’s being with me?” Crash asked.

Carrie nodded her head.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Are you sure?” he went on.

“Yes,” she told him in a loud voice to stress her point. “I’ve wanted to be with you for eight years. I’m not going to miss the chance now that I have it.”

“Then maybe I need to become just a mechanic.”

“I thought that’s what you were,” Carrie replied.

“It is… amongst other things like I told you before,” he said. “It’s the other things I might need to get myself away from.”

“You don’t need to change any…”

“I want the life you do,” he cut in. “The kids and the happy family.”

“Then you can get them with me,” she told him and reached a hand across the table.

He took hold and nodded his head.

“It sounds good,” he said. “So… how about we make a move and go do some work?”

“Sure,” she said and got to her feet.

They left the kitchen and Crash grabbed his leather jacket as they walked along the hallway towards the door. He was reaching out to it when he remembered that he wasn’t carrying his gun.

“Wait,” he said and drew his hand away from the door handle. “I need to get something.”

He quickly moved towards the bedroom and walked inside. Before Carrie arrived, he hid the weapon on the top shelf of the wardrobe and he went to retrieve it.

“Do you really need that?”

He turned to see her standing at the bedroom door watching what he was doing.

“It’s nothing to worry about,” he told her. “I just carry it for protection.”

He put the gun in his pocket and walked across the room to join her. They were heading for the door when the apartment phone rang.

“Fuck,” Crash cursed and stopped. “I better answer that.”

Carrie followed as he returned to the lounge and screwed up her face as he walked towards the phone. She didn’t think that Bella would say anything about where she was, but couldn’t know that for sure and half expected Crash to answer the phone to the sound of her father’s voice. It quickly became clear it wasn’t as she listened to the start of the conversation.

“Hello,” Crash said when he picked up the handset and brought it to his ear.

“Hey, it’s Six,” was the reply. “Why aren’t you answering your other phone?”

Crash reached in his pocket to bring it out and let out a quiet curse.

“The battery is dead,” he answered. “I’ll need to charge it. So, what’s up?”

“We might have a problem,” Six replied.

“What do you mean?” Crash asked.

“Patch just called to say he was attacked this morning,” Six went on.

“Shit,” Crash let out. “Is he OK?”

“Yeah, he says he’s fine,” Six replied. “The guy tried to ambush him at the front of his apartment building when he was leaving. He managed to fight him off and the guy fled.”

“Was it a robbery or…”

He left the question hanging and suspected that his friend was thinking the same thing as him.

“Patch chased the guy, but didn’t manage to catch him,” Six went on. “So he couldn’t find out the reason for the attack. It might just be random, but I thought I better let you know… just in case.”

Crash asked the question they were both considering.

“You think it might be the Mob?”

“I don’t know,” Six answered. “I left really early this morning and didn’t have any problems. Are you coming in today?”

“I’m just about to leave the apartment.”

“Then be careful,” Six cautioned. “This might be nothing, but you never know.”

“OK,” Crash said. “I’ll see you in a while.”

He hung up the call and immediately moved across the room to walk out of the door.

“What is it?” Carrie asked when he passed her and she followed as he made his way towards the kitchen.

He heard the concern in her voice and tried to keep his voice calm as he answered.

“One of my friends was attacked this morning.”

“You said he was OK,” Carrie went on.

“Yeah, but I was told to be careful,” Crash said.

“Is there something you’re not telling me?”

Crash didn’t reply as he stepped in the kitchen and walked across to stand at the side of the window. He kept out of sight as he glanced down towards the front steps of the building. There was no one lurking there as far as he could make out, but he kept his gaze on the scene outside to see if anything suspicious or out of place caught his eye.

“Crash,” Cassie implored.

“It was why I tried to tell you not to come,” he replied without looking at her. “The reason I didn’t return when you were here last was because the transport job I was involved in for the Roadrunners was ambushed.”

“By the Mob?” Carrie asked as she remembered one of his comments from the phone conversation he just had.

“Yes, it was a Mob hit,” Crash replied and turned to her when he heard her quiet gasp. “But it didn’t succeed because we fought back.”

“Do you think this morning’s attack on your friend has anything to do with it?”

“The guy I just spoke to didn’t know for sure,” Crash went on. “He was on the transport job as well, but he didn’t have any problems this morning. My friend might have just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Muggings and random violence do happen.”