Unholy Oath (Sons of Sin MC: Jacksonville, FL Chapter #7)
Chapter One
Sunny
The wispy hairs that refuse to stay tucked into my long, honey-colored braid whisper against my sweat-slick skin and I sigh in relief, relishing in the temporary respite the cool sea breeze offers.
With everything that matters to me slung over my shoulder in a delightfully bright yellow satchel, I trudge on along the road, the dark asphalt glittering under the hot sun.
In the distance, somewhere behind me, I hear the sound of an engine and turn, a small flicker of desperate hope kindling to life.
Sticking out my thumb, I walk backward along the edge of the road, my gaze fixed on the approaching vehicle.
A moment later a car full of kids speeds by, their long-suffering parents throwing me an apologetic look from the driver’s side window as they go.
Even though I’m exhausted, I smile in understanding.
There’s nothing that can be done if the car is already at capacity.
I’d never ask anyone to endanger their wellbeing and family or break the law for me.
With a resigned shrug and no choice, I walk on.
Every so often I pull the fabric of my dress away from my skin, jiggling the damp material to let air pass in an attempt to lower my temperature.
It’s going to be fine, I tell myself, my ever-sunny disposition shining through despite my predicament.
You’ll see. Trusting the universe and its whimsical ways, I pull my smiley-face-patterned water bottle from my satchel and take a deep swig.
The water is warm after so many hours, but it wets my throat and soothes my thirst—and for now, that’s enough.
Several more cars pass me on the I-95 and my pace slows.
Pulling my cellphone from my dress pocket, I check the time.
It’s just after 10:00 AM, which means I’ve been walking for two hours already.
My feet hurt and I can feel sweat trickling down my inner thighs to run all the way down to my white, lacey socks.
I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up, but I can’t stop, I know that much.
With St. Augustine behind me and Jacksonville in my sights, I adjust my bag, mentally check myself, and carry on.
Half an hour later the familiar roar of a motorcycle fills my ears, and I stick out my thumb once more. “Please stop,” I beg quietly to the open air as the rider comes into sight. “I’m so tired.” The heat seems to be sapping the very strength from my bones.
Mercifully, they slow down and pull over, and a leather clad, gothic goddess of a woman lifts her black tinted visor as she turns the engine off and drops the kickstand.
“Are you crazy?” she asks, the intensity of her deep brown gaze stealing my breath away.
“What are you doing hitching in this heat?”
I swallow hard and tuck errant strands of hair behind my ear self-consciously. “It’s not by choice,” I divulge, lowering my daisy-framed sunglasses to reveal my still very tender black and purple bruised eye.
The woman’s gaze hardens and I swear I hear her jaw clench as her posture stiffens. “Fuck,” she hisses. “Your boyfriend did this to you?”
“Ex-boyfriend,” I clarify with a sheepish grimace. “I’m just hoping to get as far as Jacksonville if that’s okay?” I add, teasing my lower lip between my teeth as my stomach feels a-flutter with chaotic butterflies.
With a curt nod she pats the leather seat behind her. “There’s a spare helmet back there,” she offers, jerking her thumb toward the bike’s panniers. “Climb up and hold on tight. I’ll get you to Jacksonville in no time.”
Gratitude thrums through me and I can’t help the easy smile that splits my face and warms my cheeks. “Thank you so much!” I sling my satchel crossbody, then fetch the helmet and pull it on before raising the visor to speak. “I don’t have much, but I can pay for the ride,” I say.
“Bitches look out for each other, Daisy Girl,” she says. “It’s Girl Code 101.”
I clutch at my bag’s strap, toying with its shiny pink star carabiner, a genuine smile on my face. I just knew good fortune would find me. It always does—eventually. “My name’s Sunny, by the way. It’s nice to meet you...”
The beautiful rider tilts her head like a curious cat but offers me her hand after a moment’s consideration. “Name’s Bones,” she says. “Let’s get out of here before we both melt.”
I grin from ear to ear and my mood soars, a thrill of adrenaline and something else.
I feel it surge through my veins as her hand clasps mine.
With a relief-filled sigh, I reluctantly release her hand and hike up my dress.
Swinging my leg over the bike, I tuck the cheerful floral material between us, then grasp her waist. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before, but my desperation to reach shade and get an ice-cold soda into me quells any fears I might have.
A heartbeat later and the bike roars to life between my legs.
Bones revs the engine and I grip her more tightly.
With nothing but flimsy fabric between me and the heart of the Harley Davidson, I gasp.
The vibrations are so strong, the purr of the engine so smooth, that my pussy responds like a hungry, mewling kitten.
My insides clench as my clit sings like a live-wire, abuzz with the fierce and unabated stimulation.
Oh, my god! Why has no one ever told me about this?
The raw energy pulsing through me is more powerful than any vibrator I’ve ever used.
Flicking her turn signal on, Bones guides her motorcycle back onto the road.
Her long black hair spills down her back from underneath her helmet, shining in the sunlight like a lush and thick waterfall of purest ebony.
Clad from head to toe in leather, she’s the first female rider I’ve met face to face.
And she’s gorgeous. The thought slips unbidden into my mind as my insides shiver with growing desire.
I’d chastise myself for having such thoughts immediately after a violent break-up, but why should I?
Fuck him. I deserve to be who I want to be and feel what I want to feel.
I’m not beholden to that jerk anymore. He finally chose to reveal his true colors and I’m not going to continue to beat myself up over it—especially when he got there first. Life is for living and I’m damn well going to enjoy it as much as I can!