But the truth was, this was more than s.e.x. He loved Aimee and had since she first turned her dark brown eyes on him back at the bar. He kissed her deeply and she readily let him roll her over onto her back. As he stroked her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, he began to say, "I love you," but he caught himself.

If he said it, did he not mean it? If he said it, would he lose her? If he didn't say it, was he lying? If he lied, he would definitely lose her.

She looked up at him, waiting for him to complete what he had started to say. "I think you have beautiful b.r.e.a.s.t.s," he said sweetly.

Aimee inhaled slowly and softly said, "Thank you."

As she did, she felt her heart sink slightly. Why did she feel disappointed? Did she want him to say, "I love you"? This isn't about love. It's about s.e.x... only about s.e.x. Isn't it?

That thought faded into the background as her body continued to respond to Maddox's touch, but then an odd thought pa.s.sed through her mind. She had experienced other partners. Maddox wasn't the best. His touch was often too soft or too harsh, and yet her body responded as if each stroke were exactly perfect. Why was that? Why was her body... why was she attracted to Maddox as she had never been attracted to any other man?

"I..." she began, but her climax caught up with her and instead she screamed out, "I... Aieeeee!"

At three minutes before noon, Aimee Wells stood next to her car in the Iron Eagles Clubhouse parking lot. She was wearing a short A-line dress... and nothing else. Before getting out of the car, she had slipped off her sandals and texted Maddox a single word: "Ready." Now she was straining to hear the sound of his Harley coming through town.

Finally she heard it and whipped the dress up over her head. As she walked to the center of the parking lot, she could see a carload of j.a.panese tourists, who had been trying to take pictures of the clubhouse, suddenly swing their cameras and cellphones over to her.

"This is going to make it interesting to try to get another job," she thought to herself. And then Maddox came roaring into the parking lot. As he swung around to pick her up, she could see that he had an erection sticking up from his jeans.

"Boys are so easily excited," she thought to herself. But then she realized that she was practically dripping herself. "So are girls," she added aloud as she lifted her leg over the gas tank and settled herself onto his stiff member.

It actually wasn't as easy as that and took some bouncing around with Maddox lifting her into the air and positioning her properly before she could finally settle in place. All of this was recorded by the j.a.panese family and would probably be on the j.a.panese equivalent of YouTube before the day was up.

"Ready?" he asked, and she nodded her head. Maddox opened the throttle wide and screamed out of the lot toward town. A large crowd of Iron Eagles and Iron Eagle Mommas were standing outside the bar as they tore past. Despite the noise of the wind and the roar of the engine, Aimee could clearly hear them cheering as they pa.s.sed by.

She clung tightly to Maddox's chest as he began the climb toward Deadman's Mine. The road was indeed twisting and b.u.mpy. In college, she had once ridden a Sybian on a bet, and this reminded her a lot of that. Maddox p.r.i.c.k bounced in and out of her slightly with each b.u.mp. The vibrations of the big engine were transferred up between her legs through the metal of the gas tank. As he leaned back and forth to go through the turns, his p.r.i.c.k almost seemed to rotate within her like the accessories on that masturbation saddle.

The result was intense and predictable. They were much less than half-way to the mine when she had her first o.r.g.a.s.m, and it was an intense one, perhaps in the top ten, maybe even the top five. The second o.r.g.a.s.m happened only a few miles later, and the third just before they reached the mine.

There were, as expected, two flags hanging from the fence in front of the mine clubhouse. There were also several members and Mommas standing around on the clubhouse porch. One of the Mommas handed the two flags to Aimee. They didn't have poles as such, but did have a short bar that held them stiff on the end as if they were on a pole. Aimee gripped the bars tightly and Maddox headed back into town.

The trip back was even more intense that the trip up. With the two flags in her hands, she could not hold on to Maddox and bounced and slipped much more than before. Furthermore, holding the flags up caused tension in her arms and in her abdomen, forcing her to tighten her c.u.n.t muscles and as a result intensify the sensations of the bouncing, wiggling p.r.i.c.k within her.

She had four more o.r.g.a.s.ms on the trip back, one just as they were entering town. Perhaps it was the acc.u.mulation of the sensations of the whole trip that caused it, or perhaps it was because it was happening in front of the entire Iron Eagles club, but the last o.r.g.a.s.m was not just in the top five. It was a new number one. Her screams as they pa.s.sed the bar were matched by the hoots and cheers of the club members and Mommas gathered on the porch.

Finally they were back where the ride had begun, at the main clubhouse. "Let's go inside," Maddox said as he helped her off the bike. Once inside, the head Momma handed her the dress she had left in the parking lot when the ride began. She also handed her a black leather jacket. On the back were the skull and wings and the words, "Iron Angels MC, Iron Creek, Colorado."

Maddox was standing behind her. He bent down and kissed her on the neck and said in almost a whisper, "Welcome to the club."

One of the members stepped up to both of them and said, "Carol... I mean Dave wants to see you at the bar. They're waiting for you up in Carol's apartment."

Maddox parked his bike in front of the bar and he and Aimee walked back to the alley. As they went up the back steps to Carol's apartment, he could see David's bike parked beneath them and the memory of the hurt and anger of that night flashed through his mind. Surprisingly, there was no corresponding emotion. Those dreams and yearnings were dead. Now his only thought was that if this was a trap, how could he save Aimee?

Aimee wasn't sure what to think. She was now wearing an Iron Angels jacket over her short dress. But that was all she was wearing. She was still barefoot and bare-a.s.sed. She knew that this could be a trap. She knew that they could be walking to their deaths. Somehow the thought of her body being found in the desert months from now with no panties on bothered her. Dying doesn't bother me, she thought. Having pictures and videos of myself riding naked through town doesn't bother me. But being found dead and pantiless does. That is weird. Maddox wondered why she was smiling so strangely as they entered the apartment.

David was wearing the Iron Angels jacket with heavy leather fringes on the sleeves, identifying him as the president of the club. Maddox had always thought that was a rather strange way to designate the leader, but when they were on the road riding, the many strands of leather would stream out from the president's arms and look almost like wings as they flew down the road.

"Come in, come in," David said.

Carol added, "Have a seat," and pointed toward the kitchen table.

As the four of them sat down, she said, "I have a proposition for you."

Aimee and Maddox remained silent. Carol continued. "Maddox, you don't need to worry that I am going to clean out any threats to me and David. I may have to do that, but I don't consider you a threat."

She paused, looking back and forth between Maddox and Aimee. "I know, and you know, that you don't have what it takes to be the president of the Angels." Aimee looked slightly shocked. Maddox kept his face absolutely impa.s.sive.

"For one thing," she continued, "You're too honest. Even before you hooked up with Honest Aimee here, you had problems telling a lie." She c.o.c.ked an eyebrow and smiled at him. "Oh, you could do it, but it took effort. Not like David here who could lie to a priest in his death bed confession and still die with a clear heart."

It was David's turn to look slightly shocked. Carol again looked at Aimee and then back to Maddox. "And you don't have the heart to do what sometimes has to be done. It bothered you when Burke died. For me, it was unfortunate, but just a part of getting things done."

Maddox thought, but didn't say, You're one cold-hearted b.i.t.c.h.

"You might still have been a threat that had to be removed, except you have fallen madly in love with our newest Mamma, and she's madly in love with you.

"It isn't love," Aimee said, somewhat angrily. "It's just s.e.x."

"Ah, yes," Carol replied. "You also cannot tell a lie... except to yourself. You tell everyone else the truth, but lie to yourself. That's the difference between us. I may lie to people regularly, but I always tell myself the truth. You're both very much in love with each other and everybody can see it except you two."

She paused. "Oh well. I will leave you two to work that out for yourselves." Another pause. "In the meantime, I have a proposition for you. Maddox, you're a manager. You know how to get things done and how to get people to do things. Aimee, you're a lawyer who's very skilled in corporate law. I want the two of you to buy and run legitimate businesses for the Iron Angels."

She looked directly at Aimee. "You know how to set it up so that it's totally and absolutely separate from the club, but at the same time remains under the club's control. I think the best way to do that is probably to set up a retirement fund under Colorado law, but I'm not the lawyer."

Turning to Maddox, she explained, "And everything will be totally legit. All money will be totally and absolutely clean before it gets invested by the club. I don't want any part in the actual operation of these businesses. I am trusting you to make sure they are 100% clean and honest. We could start with some marketing off Iron Angels merchandise. No jackets or anything like that, but the tourists want to spend money and people are already selling knock-offs of our emblem and we don't get a dime out of it."

She could see the confusion on Maddox and Aimee's faces. "You're wondering why I am doing this, aren't you? It's simple. The club is involved in a lot of things that violate federal law, and the biggest weapon that the feds are using these days is a.s.set seizure. This is our insurance policy. We transfer a.s.sets into something untouchable so that if the ATF or the DEA or the FBI or whoever tries to shut us down, there's an absolutely untouchable reserve fund to take care of the future."

She laughed. "Besides, it will drive them nuts trying to figure out what we're hiding and how your companies are involved in Club business. The time they waste trying to find something on you is time they can't use against our other sources of income." Her voice became very stern and direct. "So I am counting on you to keep it absolutely spotless. Do we have a deal?"

"I a.s.sume the alternative is for my body to be found pantiless in the desert," answered Aimee.

Carol again laughed. "I do like your honesty. ... Not quite, honey. If the club leaves something in the desert, it has been thoroughly washed down with bleach and antiseptic and there's nothing left with it, including clothing."

She watched the color drain from Aimee's face and then asked, "So? Do we have a deal?"

"I need a job," answered Maddox. "So does she." He looked over at David for a moment, but returned his eyes to Carol. Regardless of who wore the fringes, she was the one calling the shots. "Do we have to move to the city, or can we stay in Iron Creek?"

"Live wherever you like," Carol answered. "It will look even more legit once you two are married and settle down."

"I told you we don't love each other. It's just honest s.e.x," said Aimee.

"Sure it is," said Carol with a slight laugh. "Sure it is."

"We have a deal," said Maddox.

"Yes," added Aimee. "I will start looking into Colorado law in the morning and let you know the best way to proceed."

"Salary starts as of today," replied Carol. "Once things are up and running we cut you loose and switch you over to getting all your income from the companies."

She stood up. "If that's settled, you'd best be on your way. David and I have a few things to discuss that two honest business people shouldn't know anything about." She motioned toward the door and said, "If you don't know, you don't have to lie in court."

David also stood up and opened the door to the stairway. He stood holding it for them like a doorman while they left. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Aimee turned to look at Maddox. She held his wrists with her hands and looked up into his face. "Do you love me?" she asked.

Maddox stared down into her eyes. "I can't lie to you any longer," he answered. "Yes, I love you very dearly and have since I first met you."

Then he pulled his wrists loose from her hands and took her hands in his own. "Do you love me as much as I love you?" he asked.

Aimee took several deep breaths and stared silently back into his eyes. "I can't lie to myself any longer," she finally said as her tears began to overflow. "Yes, I love you as much as you love me." She rested her face against his shoulder and said, "Maybe even more."

As they walked down the alley side by side, Maddox reached his hand under her short dress and cupped her b.u.t.tocks. Then he looked down at her and said, "Let's go inside and see if our booth is empty. We have some planning to do... business and personal. And eventually, we have to plan a wedding."

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Riding Hot.

Kay Perry.

The shed was dark, and the floor was made of rough cement. In one corner was a man, blindfolded and bound with rope, huddled up into a ball as Lila walked in. There was no light in the shed, so she kept the door propped open with a rock, letting in a sliver of light to see what she was doing.

In fact, she didn't really know what she was doing. Of all the things her father had ordered her to do for the Red Angels MC, he'd never forced her to kill someone before. Apparently, this loser tied up in the corner like a pig ready for slaughter had p.i.s.sed off the president of the Red Angels enough to die. Worse, he'd ordered his daughter to kill the guy herself.

But for the first time ever, Lila had been given an order that really made her stomach turn. She'd done everything for the legendary President Black; she'd sacrificed most of her life to do daddy's bidding, and all to further the interests of the club. She'd chafed under her father's controlling grip on her life, and had always ended up yielding to his wishes-but murder was a step too far for her.

What was this guy's crime, anyway? He'd ripped off the club for a crate of gun parts. Why not just kick the c.r.a.p out of him and send him on his way? The cynical answer sprouted in Lila's head: control. President Connor Black knew his daughter had been getting difficult about her lack of freedom under the club's influence, so he wanted her to get her hands dirty-dirty enough to stay close to him and the club forever. He wanted her to kill this man so she'd never consider running away. Murder: one last gruesome act to bind Lila to the Red Angels and keep her from having a normal life, one last chain to forge around her neck so she could never escape. And it was the one thing she simply couldn't bring herself to do. Then and there, Lila made her decision: she turned around and left.

As Lila stormed out of the shed, Spike, her father's right hand man who was waiting for her outside, stopped her.

"I didn't hear a gunshot, sweetie pie," he said as he grabbed her arm.

Without warning, Lila wheeled round and clocked Spike over the head with the b.u.t.t of the gun. As her handler lay unconscious on the ground, Lila decided to take his phone and the bag of cash they'd confiscated from the prisoner she'd just spared. She was going on the run, and she needed both money and time.

Lucas Grant sat alone at the bar, quietly drinking a beer. The Iron Sons clubhouse was a dismal place these days, with most of its members busy taking care of little "ch.o.r.es" in and out of town to keep the club afloat.

Another biker pulled up a stool next to Lucas and sat down, the word "president" emblazoned in capital letters on the back of his jacket.

"This place looks more like a dump every day," the Iron Sons president remarked.

"We'll bounce back," Lucas replied as he finished the last of his beer. "We always do."

"And, thanks to a little tipoff, we may have a way to do just that."

"Who do you need me to take care of?" Lucas asked without hesitation.

"n.o.body," the president replied. "The club needs this package in pristine condition. You remember the Red Angels MC, right?"

"Those amateur p.r.i.c.ks that muscled us out of last month's deal?" said Lucas disdainfully, "How could I forget?"

"Apparently, President Black's daughter just walked out on the Red Angels MC and hasn't been seen since this afternoon."

"Black's little girl just upped and ran?" Lucas asked in disbelief.

"That's what we know so far," the president said. He pulled out a photograph and put it on the bar counter. "But she ain't little anymore."

The clandestine picture showed a twentysomething-year-old woman in full biker-chick gear speeding down a highway with shoulder length, red hair billowing in the wind.

"The 'red angel'?" said Lucas with a laugh after looking at the photo. "Cheesy as f.u.c.k."

"That little b.i.t.c.h's daddy has been pressing us way too hard for way too long," the Iron Sons president continued. "If you can get Black's little girl back here unscathed, we can use her as leverage to get the Red Angels MC to back the f.u.c.k off."

"Sounds good," Lucas answered. "How am I supposed to find her?"

"I made some calls around the area; Marty said she checked into his motel an hour ago."

"I'll get right on it," Lucas said. He got down from his stool to leave.

"Take the club van," said the Iron Sons president as he tossed Lucas a set of keys. "You'll need the extra storage s.p.a.ce."

"Sure."

"Hey, Lucas! One more thing." Lucas stopped to hear his boss's last instructions: "We need the girl brought back here unspoiled. So don't even think about tapping her."

"Understood."

Lila shut the door to her motel room, locked it, and bolted it before tossing the cash-filled satchel onto the bed. She went to the bathroom and emptied the contents of her shopping bag into the sink. Lila had used some of the cash she'd taken to buy a bunch of different hair dyes, some hair gel, and a pair of scissors-enough to disguise herself and get out of the state before her father's lackeys caught up to her. She'd already gotten rid of her own cell phone so he couldn't call her. If her plan worked, she'd never have to see or hear from him again.

What the f.u.c.k was her plan, anyway? After years of being a loyal member of the Red Angels, virtually chained under her father's shadow, she'd finally just run away. Her plan was to escape President Black and his goons in the Red Angels MC. Beyond that, she didn't really have any kind of plan.

Lila looked up at her reflection. Most girls joined a motorcycle club because it was the cool and rebellious thing to do, not to mention the chance to hook up with an outlaw, daredevil biker. Lila had joined the Red Angels MC because she'd been expected to join the family business. She'd even dyed her shoulder-length hair red years ago when she'd first started doing little errands for the club. Now it was just a sick joke and she'd become the "red angel" of the club who'd been daddy's loyal puppy since her early teens. So loyal she'd even modeled her appearance for the club. One more reason to change her hair color.

A knock at the door came just as she was reaching for one of the hair dyes. She ignored it. It was probably some drunk who had couldn't remember his room number.

Another knock came, louder and more insistent.

"f.u.c.k off!" Lila called out indignantly as she read the instructions for the hair dye.