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Though short, Maren, a former gymnast and circus performer, had long, lithe muscles from years of training. Her body still radiated strength and grace, even in her late twenties. No stick, she had curves where it mattered. There was a feminine softness to her that the other dancers at Royal Road, the strippers, lacked. Maren had just enough padding to make her comfortable to snuggle.
Her smooth and supple skin glowed from her active lifestyle. I took in her sweet features, her pert nose, and plump, pink lips. Her eyes were closed, but I knew what they looked like. They were etched in my memories. She looked so beautiful even as she snored. She stirred, and I stood up quickly, afraid my presence had woken her.
More memories crashed into me like the waves not too far from here. As I studied her sleeping form, I remembered her kicking me all through the night until I put her in a bear hug. As little as she was, she took up all the bed. Every moment we shared flowed over my mind and trickled down to my heart. I knew damn well I had opened the floodgates myself, so I wouldn’t let my rage take over.
Because in the end, I couldn’t kill Maren or Treasure if I wanted to. The Royal Bastards MC in Nashville wanted their revenge. They didn’t mean for her end to be swift and painless. The fact not only relieved me from deciding if I would kill her for her misdeeds, but it also softened me to her.
The memory of her anyhow.
I had traveled all day to get back to Galveston, so I was tired myself. Watching Maren in her slumber, I recalled all the times she had cuddled into my arms. I remembered the way her tight body felt against mine, the way her skin felt under my rough fingers, the way she moved so beautifully and contorted herself in all kinds of ways to please me. As I remembered her twisting herself into impossible shapes, memories of our past intimate moments submerged my mind.
A sense of regret and loss settled as I realized what I had lost. I may never again experience the extreme physical connection I once shared with her. I missed the way her body used to fit perfectly against me, the way her breath felt as she used to whisper in my ear, the way we used to explore each other’s bodies with wild abandonment all night long.
I not only thought of our intimate moments together, but also of the fun times we had at the biker club, at Royal Road. I thought about the parties we used to attend there, the loud music and the rowdy crowds, the sense of camaraderie that had grown between us as we pretended to be a couple. I reminisced about the way we used to dance together, our bodies moving in perfect synchronicity to the beat of the music. I remembered how we used to ride my motorcycles together, our bodies pressed close as I navigated the winding roads of the Tennessee countryside. Those memories were just as important to me as our intimate moments. They were a reminder of the bond we shared, not just as lovers, but as much more.
A mix of desire and nostalgia washed over me. I took off my clothes and climbed into bed for what could be my last night with her. In nothing but a nightshirt, no panties, Maren rolled over against me. I was tempted to have my way with her. With my naked flesh warm against hers, it would be all too easy.
In her slumber, her head instinctively found its way to my chest. She laid over my broken heart. Clutching her to my torso, I shed a single tear for what could’ve been.
This woman could have been the one for me, but it hadn’t been in the cards for us. In the morning, I would have to cart her back to Tennessee come hell or high water. No amount of explaining would stop me. After all, I was a monster. Leviathan, Enforcer of my club. This woman had been my Treasure, the one I thought I had searched for my whole life and found, before she betrayed me. Now she was simply Treasure, President of a chapter of my rivals. The woman I had to take back to Tennessee or risk losing everyone I cared about. Haven and the girls.
I hardly slept. Lucid dreams took me back in time all night until light made its way through the window.
Maren stirred.
I had my gun ready.
“Richard, I thought you went home,” Maren grumbled against my skin.
Smirking, I placed my hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t scream. Taking my pistol, I jutted it between her legs. Struck it right between her folds. I shoved on. I knew from her taking my big monster dick so many times that she could take it. Planning to fuck her with it, I wished I had my long barrel pistol.
Chapter 5
Maren / Treasure
“You don’t have to stay,” I said on my way to the bathroom to pee.
God, he was a good lay. But he didn’t need to spend the night.
“No. Really, babe, I want to,” Richard said, getting comfy in my bed.
Why were these men all the same?
I came out of the bathroom, pulling on my PJ shirt. “Listen. We fucked and now I’m going to sleep. So, either take the couch or get out of here.”
I liked my bed to myself.
The pretty boy climbed out of it in a huff. “I don’t know what I expected sleeping with a biker,” he said, pulling on his slacks.
I ain’t just any ol’ biker. President of my own damn club, I could have any man I wanted. But I didn’t want just any man. I went to sleep, dreaming of Levi and what we could have had if things hadn’t ended so poorly.
Levi or rather Leviathan as his club called him, because he was a monster. Before I met him, I had heard many tales of his many misdeeds. He would kill anyone affiliated with my club. Though I hadn’t been told why. He had been my mission, my monster to take down. Having left the cirque style entertainment group, I had traveled with for years, my addiction to thrills led me to the outlaw biker life.
A prospect, I was only following orders to earn my patch. Tasked with making the notorious Leviathan fall for me and then revealing myself as his enemy so he would try to kill me. All so I could call the Gods to his clubhouse. I had no choice but to get close to him. I went to Royal Road and applied my skills as an exotic dancer and a contortionist for just that.
Too bad the monster had ensnared me instead. Finding out about my quest, Levi made a deal with me. That was after I had learned my club killed his sister. His reason for wanting revenge. After I discovered all who I would be putting in danger with my mission, the women there and children, his kids included. When I found out, he didn’t love his wife. And once I realized, my MC’s President had sent me to my death on a suicide mission. That I would die one way or another.
There had been more to Levi’s deal, deliciously more. The big biker had his way with me, as we kept up the ruse that I needed to survive. My club had sent another spy, and I needed to look like I was succeeding in making him fall for me. Like I was luring the monster into my trap. Levi introduced me to another reason they called him a monster.
