Alluring Allies Elizabeth Knox (inspirational novels .TXT) 📖

breath and finish off the rest of my whiskey, wondering if this is why Stoney was getting me so many drinks. There are tons of men who are the type, but I don’t think Stoney is. He doesn’t fit the typical profile, at least not to me anyway.

“You sit right here while I pay the tab,” Stoney orders, getting up out of the booth before I can object. I watch as he pulls some cash out of his wallet and hands it to the bartender, waving her off to keep the change.

I have about ten seconds to come up with a great lie to get out of this, but I think about how long it’s been since I’ve gotten laid . . . since I went to Canada. I haven’t let another man touch me since Cowboy. The memories of his touch are burned in me forever, doing something I swore I’d never do when I agreed to let the remaining Demons of Hell patch into the club.

I made an oath I wouldn’t fuck anyone from the charters I took in under my wings, but that oath didn’t mean shit when I saw him. Every glorious inch of him. Fuck, even now, thousands of miles away with another man as my company and I’m still getting wet at the thought of him.

“So, what do ya say, Sugar? Hell, maybe if you get a taste of my cock, you might like me a bit more.” I shut my eyes again for a split second and glare at the old man, loathing his demeanor. Yet here I am, four drinks in, with a soaking wet pussy after thinking about Cowboy. It wouldn’t hurt to take the edge off. Would it?

“How about you take me back to your motel and I can sober up there before I’m ready to leave in a few hours,” I state, trying to remain as cool as possible. I don’t know if I’m going to fuck him or not, but by the time we get there I’m certain I’ll have made up my mind. I’m not one to typically ride bitch, but I’m drunk.

“We don’t even have to ride. The hotel is not even three blocks away. We can walk if you want,” he suggests and I nod.

The two of us head out of Mally’s Pub, leaving our bikes in the lot after we’ve told the bartender we don’t want to drive while under the influence. Seems like people down here don’t much care if you leave your property in their parking lot. Up in Queens, shit, you’d be lucky if it wasn’t towed.

Stoney leads me to the back of the motel, where he has the last room on the left. He inserts the key and walks straight inside, turning on the lights as I make my way through the doorway. He shuts the door behind me while maintaining an incinerating gaze.

We both know right about now there’s no turning back. There isn’t a part of me that will say no, because I plan on fully using him as a substitute for the man I really want. A man I can’t have, or can never really have. Cowboy and I would probably work if it wasn’t for the fact we’re both Prez of our charters. But I know what going down that road would do to us. It’d rip us apart and force one of us to make a decision we’d regret for the rest of our lives— stepping down as Prez. No way could we make it work being thousands of miles away, in different countries.

“I think you know what this means,” I start off saying, stepping in closer toward him.

He gives me a curt nod, trying to hide that arrogant smirk. “I sure do, Sugar,” he purrs, in a husky tone.

I slide off my cut and place it on the desk next to the crappy little TV that’s stuck in his room. Next comes my black skull tank top and before I know it, I’m left standing in my silver designer bra. It’s beaded with multiple types of gemstones and pearl type of embellishments. I might be the National Charter Prez of the Iron Vex MC, but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate being sexy as fuck.

From the look on Stoney’s face, he’s pleased in every way. He takes a step closer to me, but I’ll be quick to show him who’s really in charge here. I wrap my right hand around his neck and shove him back toward the bed. As his body is falling onto the mattress, I hop over his waist, bringing my hands to the button of his dark denim jeans and am quick to free his cock from the confines of his pants.

At first sight, I’m already surprised. Usually, men with Stoney’s demeanor have small pricks. I snicker to myself for a moment, realizing why his son’s name is Horse. Big cocks must run in the family.

I move my black lace thong to the side and go down onto his cock. I figured I was wet enough, but I didn’t take into consideration how large he’d be. Even with a bucket of lube, going down on this cock was going to hurt in some way. The walls of my pussy are screaming as I bob on top of his waist, knowing the only way I’ll feel better is if I keep going, quicker and quicker until I’m coming undone on top of him.

Leaning my head back, I allow my hair to freely fall as I close my eyes and imagine the man underneath me is the one I’ve always wanted to be ridin’. And just like with Cowboy, I’m not going to be done until I’ve soaked this bed and Stoney can barely breathe.

Chapter Five

Stoney

Checking out of the Inn, I dial Tracker’s number after connecting my Bluetooth earpiece as I put on my helmet and straddle my bike, ready to get home.

“I thought you were supposed to