Page 3 of Protective Biker
There are no limits and the reality of it is extremely dangerous. I shouldn’t feel this way for Raven, this unending obsession buzzing right beneath my skin.
The lyrics croon on about feeling, while Raven moves closer and closer with each tilt of her hips. Her tits are at the perfect level with her still standing for a massive man like me. It’s another reason why I’ve kept my distance from her. I’m easily six-foot-five, and this sweet, petite woman is barely pushing five-foot-three if I had to take a guess. She’stiny. I’mhuge. It makes everything inside me want to be her shadow. Her protector.
I don’t want to frighten her. There’s nothing soft about me; I’ve honed my body into a prime fighting machine. I’m scarred up from taking hits and being stabbed. I’m not pretty anywhere. Not like her.
She spins, giving me her back while she removes the scrap of fabric over her breasts. The smooth expanse of her exposed back is enough to make me catch my breath in anticipation of seeing the rest of her. I’ve fantasized about being this close to her, and now she’s inches from my touch.
I can’t refrain, no matter how much my mind silently screams for me to stop, I reach for her. My fingertips lightly trail down along her spine, reveling in the silky, tanned flesh—nothing like my own. She’s so fucking soft. Perfect in her own way.
Leaning forward, I graze my lips over the smoothness, aware I’m not supposed to touch her. As a patron, I have to keep my hands to myself, but every inch of her calls on me to worship it, to stroke her and covet her as she deserves.
How is she here right now? She should be married. Holed up in a big house. Spoiled. Yet, I’d lose my mind if that were the case and she belonged to another. This is fate, it has to be.
Pressing a gentle kiss, she shivers from my careful touch, her goosebumps skating over her flesh. Then she’s moving, spinning around to face me once more and straddling my thighs. They’re big and bulky, making her spread her legs wide so her pussy is pressed up against my length as she leans forward, attempting to balance herself using my expansive chest.
One of my giant paws grips her tiny waist while the other gently presses flat against her back. I want her to know I’ll hold her, that she’s safe and can use me in any way she needs to. I’m hers for the taking. Her eyes are wide when they meet mine,cheeks flushed, and lips parted. She’s so fucking captivating in every way; she easily steals the breath from my lungs as I gaze at her, consumed by the feeling of her sweet curves pressed flush against my massive frame.
My thoughts are interrupted as the place is suddenly stormed. Men in tactical gear stomp through the club, grabbing anyone they can reach. Females everywhere are screaming, and the employees are racing for the back. My gaze lands on my brothers, watching as they’re forcibly put into cuffs, as a few scuffle a bit before giving in.
I’m immediately spinning us, swapping places so my body is in front of Raven, blocking and protecting her. Removing my shirt, I push it over her head. I don’t want her in cuffs, and especially not without any clothes on. I’ll end up going to jail over breaking heads while attempting to protect her. One hand goes to her face, gripping her jaw hard enough that her wide eyes stay trained on my mouth. “Something’s happening. Go find a place to hide, and when you’re able to, go straight home. I don’t want anyone bothering you.”
Worry clouds her irises as she attempts to dodge to the side of me and look, but I grip her jaw a touch harder, jerking her to meet my stare again. I need to make her understand this is important. I’ll go crazy if she doesn’t do what I ask her to. “Promise me,” I order, wishing I could carry her away, to make sure she’s safe.
She nods, and I release her, tugging her behind my body. I’m big enough that as I shift along the front of the private booths, no one can see her. Once we get to the end and closer to the side door, I carefully push her in the direction she needs to go.
With Raven where I need her to be, I turn my attention back to my brothers. This is a shitshow, there’s no other way to explain it. People are being held, handcuffed in place, whilebeing questioned. My brothers, however, are being roughly hauled out the front door.
“Hands together behind your back!” Is yelled. The order is directed at me, and I immediately comply. I’ve learned over the years that with my size, I impose a direct threat to everyone smaller than me, so I raise my hands and spread them apart.
“It’ll fuck up my shoulders, I’m too big. Will you do me a solid and cuff me from the front?”
He stares at me for a beat, his eyes taking in my wide, muscular shoulders no longer hidden beneath a shirt, only my cut, before eventually nodding. “Yeah, I can do that. Put your wrists together and hold them out, away from your person.”
I do as he says, and he reaches forward, quickly cuffing me. He’s a skittish little thing, but I can’t blame him for being cautious.
Chapter Three
Powerhouse
I’m drug outside with the others. Well, I’m actually walked outside, ‘cause let’s face it, none of these small men are dragging my ass anywhere unless a few of them work together. I tip my head at Benny, he’s the main bouncer who works the door, whom I see frequently.
I turn my attention to the cop once more, “Want to fill me in on why my club’s being targeted?” I don’t appreciate the interruption in the middle of my birthday celebration, especially because I finally had Raven’s attention exactly where I wanted it. However, I can’t say I’m surprised we were stereotyped and separated from the rest of everyone else. This is the last thing any of us needs. I’m sure someone has an active warrant they’ve been forgetting about.
“We’ll be with you in a second.” I get in response.
“Y’all sure were in a hurry a second ago,” I grumble with a sigh and kick the closest pebble.
A beat passes before I can’t keep my mouth shut. “VP, any news?” I ask Blow, since he or Ripper would most likely be the two who would know what the hell’s going on.
He shakes his head, “No. Prez was asking to speak to the club’s lawyer. If anyone questions you, say the same.”
We’re interrupted by the female who cuffed him, telling him to be quiet. Of course, Blow does the opposite. He immediately begins to jump around, eventually asking the woman if she knows his ol’ lady. His woman is kind of a badass, not gonna lie. She’s a US Marshal and will be livid when she hears her ol’ man was cuffed outside the club tonight.
I’m leaning up against the building off to the side out front as we’re all spread apart in different directions of the parking lot like a bunch of assholes, before our club’s lawyer shows up. The next one to roll in is Blow’s woman, including her brother, Lincoln, who’s another cop. I don’t know shit, so I just stand here quietly, watching everything.
I’m trying to remember if we have anything at the club to warrant this much police presence, but our last run should’ve put our supplies low. Once Blow got with his ol’ lady, everything changed anyhow, and we started using a storm cellar on a plot of land out in the middle of nowhere to hold the bulk of our shit.
Eventually, Whiskey is allowed to post up closer to me. As soon as we’re alone, I ask, “Brother, you hear anything?”
