Ghost (Silver Shadows MC #5)

Prologue

Mid November 2024, outside Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.

I clocked her the moment she walked in the door of the seedy little dive bar on the outskirts of Oklahoma City. There were four of them, though I couldn’t tell you what the other three looked like because I only had eyes for her.

Her long dark hair fell down her back in waves. She laughed with her friends and while I couldn’t hear the sound, I could feel it in my soul simply by the smile that spread across her beautiful face.

She floated across the room with grace. My gaze never left her as she sat at a table, talking with her friends. When they got up to dance, I stood, making my way to the edge of the dance floor so I could watch her body move.

I held my whiskey in my hand, not to drink, but to keep me from reaching out for her. The clothing she wore did little to hide who she really was. Beneath the denim jeans, cowboy boots, and leather jacket was a lady.

She tried to hide behind the country music blasting through the room. She knew the line dances. Her body moved like she’d been doing it for years. But the freedom in her movements spoke of more. Ballet maybe. Like she had learned to twist her body to her will.

I wanted to bend her body to my will.

She wasn’t the type of woman that would fit inside my world. She wasn’t the kind you had one night with. But damn, what I wouldn’t give for that one night. No, she was the forever kind. The one you gave up your life for. The one you gave up your club for.

When I caught her looking back, I didn’t smile. I didn’t encourage her attention. She needed to know what—and who—she was engaging with. My tongue slipped out to run along my bottom lip as I let myself admire her body from head to toe. Letting her know exactly what I wanted from her.

That was her invitation. One night. Take it or leave it. It was all I had to offer someone like her. I didn’t expect her to accept. I expected a sneer, a disgusted look that would turn her away.

My dick, painfully encased behind my zipper, needed to see the holier-than-thou attitude a woman like her would have; anything to make him back down and realize he was barking up the wrong fucking tree.

She would never soil herself with a biker covered in tattoos. Long hair tied up in a bun at the back of my head. No, she went for the lawyers, the accountants. The boring ass men who would cheat on her any chance they got. Leaving her alone, night after night, in her gilded mansion that had every luxury a woman like her would deem necessary to live a comfortable life.

Women like her always went for the men who looked good on paper but treated her like a showpiece. Arm candy to make themselves appear as a family man while they hid their side pieces in high-rise penthouses their wives knew nothing about.

They didn’t tarnish themselves with men who would treat them like a whore in bed, making sure the pleasure they succumb to never left them wanting. A man who would worship them like a queen in front of others. Daring them to hurt her so he could lay their mutilated body at her feet like a cat bringing a mouse to its master’s doorstep hoping to be praised and caressed.

That was no less than what she deserved. To be idolized. To be lifted high on a throne.

Her body moved with the music, but her eyes never left mine. Even when her friends tried to get her attention, she answered whatever they asked as she bore into my soul.

I brought my hand up to my face, my thumb rubbing my bottom lip as I moved along the room watching her. She turned with me. A man came up behind her as she danced, his hands on her hips. Her hands covered his, but she didn’t push him away. That was her mistake.

She was mine.

Yet, another man touched her.

Her eyebrow cocked in a silent question, asking me what I would do about it. I smiled then. A salacious, feral grin, and I saw the shudder ripple through her body. The man moved closer, his head dipping too close to whisper something in her ear, thinking he was the source of her pleasure.

He was the source of mine.

I would take great pleasure in ripping his hands from his body.

No, that wasn’t a slip of the tongue. I would tear his arms from his body for touching her. I set my drink on a nearby table, my control shattered by her insolent expression, daring me to take what was mine.

I stalked onto the dance floor.

Only when I stood in front of her, did I let my eyes move from her to the man who had his hands on my possession. I didn’t speak. I didn’t need to. One look combined with the primal growl that rumbled from my chest so loud it could be heard above the music and his face snapped up to mine.

I left no room for confusion. I was a master at hiding my thoughts. My face a blank mask, never letting my prey see my intentions. As an enforcer for the Silver Shadows MC, it was important that I kept my thoughts to myself. Never revealing the forms of torture I could inflict on my captive.

Only this time, I wanted him to know what I was capable of. I wanted him to see the pure rage that was coursing through my body. I wanted him to know he had risked his life by touching the woman I wanted. The woman I would have tonight.

His hands dropped so fast she lurched in the loss of stability. I reached out, pulling her against my chest as he staggered away. Fear marking his features as if frozen in place. I tracked his movements until he grabbed the jacket he’d left on a chair and stumbled out the door.

Only then did I peer back down at her again.

“That was so hot,” she whispered breathlessly.

“You’re playing with fire, little girl. If you aren’t careful, you might get burned.”

“I live in the south; I love the heat.” She lifted up on her toes and crashed her mouth onto mine. I didn’t hesitate. If she wanted to play, I’d be fucking stupid to walk away from the only chance I would ever have in heaven.

Taking control, I dipped my head to deepen the kiss. My tongue dueled with hers as she tried to wrench back the control she mistakenly thought she had.

With my hand on the small of her back, I ground my pelvis against hers, revealing my painful erection that would only be solved by sliding into her wet pussy.

The moan that slipped between her lips slid down my throat, teasing me with the promise of something else if I could get my mouth between her legs.

Walking her backwards, we left the dance floor. Guiding her into a dark corner, I found a vacant chair. I sat down, pulling her to straddle me, grinding my dick against her. My hands gripped her hips, and I moved her back and forth against my cock. The pain of the zipper digging into my flesh would be enough to set me off if I wasn’t careful.

“Are you wet, Princess?” My mouth made a trail along her chin to whisper in her ear.

“Fucking soaked.”

“Do you wanna come?”

“Yes,” she groaned and buried her head in my neck as she chased her release.

She was panting hard when I stood her up and followed after her. Swallowing her cries of protest, I led her to the back hallway. She deserved more than a quick fuck in a dirty bathroom, but she gave me the feeling that was exactly what she wanted.

She didn’t belong in a place like this. There was only one reason a woman like her came to a dive bar. And I was ready to give her exactly what she was asking for.

I dragged her into the women’s bathroom, locking the door behind me. We weren’t the first couple to give in to lust in this bathroom and we damn well wouldn’t be the last.

I had every intention of taking my time with her when I got her on the back of my bike and led her to a hotel worthy of the princess she was. But right now, she wanted quick and dirty, and I wouldn’t be able to sit on my bike if I didn’t empty my fucking balls deep inside her first.

Turning and pressing her cheek against the wall, I unsnapped her jeans and shoved them to the floor. The absence of any panties, not even a thong, had me pulsing. Spreading her legs as far as I could make them, I reached between us to feel how wet she was.

“Jesus Christ, I might drown inside you.”

“Not if you don’t hurry the fuck up.”

I growled against her neck. If she wanted to play like she was a slut, I would treat her like one. I slapped her naked ass cheek hard, the sound echoing around the room.

“You want to be a whore tonight? You picked the right fucking man.”

Spinning her around, I bit her bottom lip hard enough to cut, and the coppery smell of blood filled my senses.

“Get on your fucking knees.”

Her eyes widened like saucers, and for a moment, I thought I’d gone too far until her hazel eyes turned to a charcoal brown. She slid down the wall and reached up, undoing my belt quickly. With my pants open, she yanked them off my hips, and I groaned in relief when my dick was finally free. She didn’t hesitate to take me in her hand and stroke from base to tip. She swiped her thumb over the head, gathering the drop of pre-cum that seeped out. Her eyes on mine from the floor, she slipped her thumb into her mouth and sucked harder than she needed to. Giving me a sense of what I was in for.

“What a beautiful whore on her knees for me,” I praised, my hand petting from the top of her head to the back of her neck and pulling her close. “Open up, gorgeous.”

When she obeyed, I pushed my dick into her throat and her nose pressed against my pelvic bone.

FUCK!

I could feel the back of her throat, and when she swallowed, pulling me deeper, I cried out, slamming my hand against the wall, trying desperately not to come down her throat.

Pulling back away from everything but the tip, she swirled her tongue around the head before engulfing me again.

Fuck, I was gonna come if she kept going.

Fisting my hand in her hair, I pulled her off me and lifted her by the strands I held hostage in my grasp.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

She smiled without a word and spun around, her hands plastered on the wall.

“You gonna fuck me or not?”

I slapped the other cheek, giving her a matching handprint. She leaned her face against the wall and pushed her ass back against me.

Fuck, she was goddamn perfect.

“I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast, then take you somewhere I can take my time. You’re gonna come so much you’ll be begging me to stop.”

Reaching into my wallet, I pulled out a condom. Tearing it between my teeth, I spat the wrapper on the floor, and holding the tip, I rolled it onto my cock, taking a moment to squeeze at the base.

Stepping up against her, I slid my cockhead against her clit and was rewarded with a whimper as she wiggled, trying to impale herself on me.

“Patience, Princess.”

“You said hard and fast. This isn’t hard and fast, it’s fucking torture. I want to feel that dick deep inside me.”

Her dirty fucking mouth would be the end of me. Giving her what she wanted, I grabbed her hips and drove into her to the hilt in one long stroke.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me hard.”

Tightening my hold on her hips, I pulled back and slammed into her again.

“Play with your pussy. I want to feel your fingers on my dick as I slide in and out of you.”

Someone banged on the door, and I shouted, “FUCK OFF!”

Nothing would stop me from emptying my balls deep inside this woman. Burying myself deep, I swung her around, putting her hand on the counter with the sink.

“Hold on, baby.”

With one hand between her legs, fingering her clit, the other hand wrapped around the edge of the sink, I lifted her feet off the floor, before pulling her off my dick and slamming back into her.

She stopped her play and grabbed onto the sink with both hands, her cries loud enough to be heard throughout the bar.

“Come on my dick, Princess. Squeeze my fucking cock.”

Her walls began to flutter, and her muscles tensed. As her pussy grabbed hold of my cock, she screamed out her release, and I fucked into her hard, barely able to pull out with the hold she had on me. Two more strokes and I buried myself deep and roared out my own release.

Setting her feet back on the floor, I leaned my head between her shoulders, panting hard as I tried to catch my breath.

Holy fucking shit.

I didn’t want to pull out of her despite my dick softening and the risk of the condom slipping off. At that moment, the only thing I cared about was staying trapped inside her body.

Fuck the consequences.

She pushed up against the sink, and I had no choice but to pull out. Holding the condom, it was slick with both our releases, and I prayed she was on the pill.

“Jesus Christ, what the hell was that?” she panted, pulling up her jeans and patting down her hair.

“I don’t fucking know, but I’m ready to do it again.”

She smiled as she watched me tuck myself back in. I knew I needed to get back home, but I could take one fucking night to myself.

I watched the indecision spread across her expression. She bit her lip as she thought about her options.

“I can only give you one night,” she said.

“I’m just passing through town. I’ve only got one night,” I assured her. Though it crossed my mind Lawton, Oklahoma and the Diamondback MC were less than an hour away, and fuck, if I didn’t consider asking to patch over.

“My name’s Lyssa.”

“Travis.” Why I gave her my real name, I wasn’t sure. But I wanted her to know it. When she came on my tongue at the hotel I would be taking her to, I needed to hear my real name on her lips.

“Let’s go. I’ll get us a room. Somewhere nice, and we’ll spend the one night we have on fucking repeat.”

She nodded, and I took her hand, leading her outside to my bike.

“You ride a motorcycle?” she asked with what sounded like hesitation in her voice.

“Yea, you ever been on one?”

She nodded again, her eyes trailing over me. What she was looking for, I wasn’t sure.

“I forgot my jacket. And I need to tell my friends I’m leaving. Can you wait for me?”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No, I’ll be right back,” she said, brushing up against me and kissing my neck. “Warm her up for me.”

I watched her jog back inside and then swung my leg over the seat. Starting up my bike, I waited for her to come back. After about twenty minutes, I shut the bike down and went inside to look for her.

Searching the room, I saw no sign of her. Her friends were gone as well. Checking the back hallway to the bathrooms, I noticed for the first time the back exit. It wasn’t an emergency exit per se, it had no alarm on it. Just a back door for someone to sneak out of.

Walking back to the bar, I ordered another whiskey. There was a sleazy motel across the street. I planned on getting falling-down drunk. I could stumble across the road later and sleep it off, leaving for home in the morning.

The bitch fucking ghosted me. Which was fucking ironic considering my road name and how I got it.