another moan he leaned in and swept his tongue over her clit while desperate fingers clutched her ass hard.
Her nails dug into his shoulder as her back arched and she teetered right on the edge. A sharp cry tore free as he pulled back and lowered her thigh. But then he lowered her to sit astride him and replaced his tongue with his cock.
Then he was inside her with a harsh sound of his own. The position refused to allow him full access and he moved forward to lower her ass into the water. Supporting her shoulders with one hand and holding them both up with the other to keep her head out of the water, he drove into her with powerful thrusts that sent her racing back to the edge of paradise.
And suddenly she fell over, tumbling into orgasm like a skydiver freefalling toward earth. Jakob came with her as she wrapped around him, taking him along for the incredible ascent.
And suddenly, she knew she had to say it, right that instant. "I love you, Jakob."
At first she worried the breathless words had gone unheard, but then he bent to kiss her in a confusing blend of tenderness and roughness. "You didn't have to say it, Kate. That isn't why I told you I love you."
"I know. I said it because it's true. I love you." She kissed him back. "And as much as I'd really like to stay here, just us, we'd better get back to camp before Alan comes searching for us."
He laughed and agreed, then helped her to stand. They dressed together, stopping often to steal kisses or touches. Far too soon, they headed back to the camp.
Chapter Ten: Kellen
Kellen didn't bother to conceal his relief when Eric and his men started showing signs of being ready to leave the bar. Despite their claims to the contrary, Kellen didn't see anything special about the place. Warm beer, shitty music, and the same old skanky-ass small town girls that crawled all over every bar in the country like it.
The Hell Raiders had stayed pretty clear and headed for the door en masse when Kellen indicated he was ready. The Demons VP and a pair of riders went along to show them where they'd crash for the night. Kellen preferred to know ahead of time where he would sleep, especially if they were guests of another club. But since they were staying quiet on this trip, no arrangements had been made in advance, leaving it to Eric's discretion. Yet another part he didn't care for. Ideally, he would have at least talked to the President of a local Brothers club and set up something quiet. Unfortunately, there had been no time.
Given Kellen's misgivings, the Raiders were already on full alert and armed up, watchful for any attempt at betrayal. If anything went sideways, Demon blood would flow. They would have a full watch up during the night. No chances.
The Demon VP kept a respectful distance, just close enough to alert Kellen when they neared their turn. They went back a short dirt lane and ended up on the edge of broad field that had recently been mowed. The Raiders set their bikes up where they could roll at a moment's notice, and unpacked.
Within ten minutes, everyone had a spot to sleep chosen and a small fire had been lit. Hack wasted no time setting the watch, two men on at all times. Everything was quiet and settled, just like it should be for this kind of ride.
So then why did he feel like it was just a matter of time before all hell broke loose? The feeling came from more than his suspicions about Eric and the other Demons. The whole thing just felt off . Under normal circumstances, Kellen wouldn't hesitate to call off a job based on his gut, but he was over a barrel with this one.
Then the Demons came roaring up, whooping and hollering, revving their bikes and ripping through the field. When they finally settled down a little and parked, several were already pretty red, and the liquor started flowing freely. Someone broke out bathsalts and several Demons started snorting heavily.
Kellen had decided he and the Raiders should pull up and go somewhere else for the night,
Her nails dug into his shoulder as her back arched and she teetered right on the edge. A sharp cry tore free as he pulled back and lowered her thigh. But then he lowered her to sit astride him and replaced his tongue with his cock.
Then he was inside her with a harsh sound of his own. The position refused to allow him full access and he moved forward to lower her ass into the water. Supporting her shoulders with one hand and holding them both up with the other to keep her head out of the water, he drove into her with powerful thrusts that sent her racing back to the edge of paradise.
And suddenly she fell over, tumbling into orgasm like a skydiver freefalling toward earth. Jakob came with her as she wrapped around him, taking him along for the incredible ascent.
And suddenly, she knew she had to say it, right that instant. "I love you, Jakob."
At first she worried the breathless words had gone unheard, but then he bent to kiss her in a confusing blend of tenderness and roughness. "You didn't have to say it, Kate. That isn't why I told you I love you."
"I know. I said it because it's true. I love you." She kissed him back. "And as much as I'd really like to stay here, just us, we'd better get back to camp before Alan comes searching for us."
He laughed and agreed, then helped her to stand. They dressed together, stopping often to steal kisses or touches. Far too soon, they headed back to the camp.
Chapter Ten: Kellen
Kellen didn't bother to conceal his relief when Eric and his men started showing signs of being ready to leave the bar. Despite their claims to the contrary, Kellen didn't see anything special about the place. Warm beer, shitty music, and the same old skanky-ass small town girls that crawled all over every bar in the country like it.
The Hell Raiders had stayed pretty clear and headed for the door en masse when Kellen indicated he was ready. The Demons VP and a pair of riders went along to show them where they'd crash for the night. Kellen preferred to know ahead of time where he would sleep, especially if they were guests of another club. But since they were staying quiet on this trip, no arrangements had been made in advance, leaving it to Eric's discretion. Yet another part he didn't care for. Ideally, he would have at least talked to the President of a local Brothers club and set up something quiet. Unfortunately, there had been no time.
Given Kellen's misgivings, the Raiders were already on full alert and armed up, watchful for any attempt at betrayal. If anything went sideways, Demon blood would flow. They would have a full watch up during the night. No chances.
The Demon VP kept a respectful distance, just close enough to alert Kellen when they neared their turn. They went back a short dirt lane and ended up on the edge of broad field that had recently been mowed. The Raiders set their bikes up where they could roll at a moment's notice, and unpacked.
Within ten minutes, everyone had a spot to sleep chosen and a small fire had been lit. Hack wasted no time setting the watch, two men on at all times. Everything was quiet and settled, just like it should be for this kind of ride.
So then why did he feel like it was just a matter of time before all hell broke loose? The feeling came from more than his suspicions about Eric and the other Demons. The whole thing just felt off . Under normal circumstances, Kellen wouldn't hesitate to call off a job based on his gut, but he was over a barrel with this one.
Then the Demons came roaring up, whooping and hollering, revving their bikes and ripping through the field. When they finally settled down a little and parked, several were already pretty red, and the liquor started flowing freely. Someone broke out bathsalts and several Demons started snorting heavily.
Kellen had decided he and the Raiders should pull up and go somewhere else for the night,
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