Forbidden (Motorcycle Club Romance): Trista and Blaze 1 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club) Read online

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  Fallen Idols MC 1

  Trista and Blaze Book 1

  Savannah Rylan

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  Published By Savannah Rylan Books

  Copyright © 2015 Savannah Rylan

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  ONE

  Freedom and family. The two things the open road gave me.

  The roar of the engine died down as I shut off my machine. My Harley was only five years old but she needed a little work. I frowned when I noticed a rust spot on the back. Probably had been blood that stayed on there too long. I stood up and took off my helmet, shaking out my long dark hair in the early evening. Looking in the rearview mirror, I adjusted my hair to appear fuller, not that it needed much help.

  My hand brushed against my latest tat, a raven at the base of my neck. The symbol for the Fallen Idols MC. I was a member. A total lifer. A one percenter. The Fallen Idols had been my home since I was a baby. My parents had helped established the place, and I'd been raised as an outlaw. Sure, we did charity shit and fixed cars, but that wasn't who we were.

  Tonight, however, I wasn’t a Fallen Idol. I was just a girl looking for a man. It wasn’t that I wasn’t proud to wear the cut, but sometimes it freaked guys out, so tonight, I just had on a typical black leather jacket. It zipped up just below my breasts, which were barely spilling over the top.

  I walked across the dark macadam into my favorite biker bar. The Rusty Bucket was a hell hole, but they served good drinks, and the view of the water was awesome during a sunset. Sometimes, I just came here to drink, and sometimes I came for a good time. Tonight, I needed that good time.

  It had been a while since I’d been with anybody. And I certainly wasn’t the type of girl to keep a steady boyfriend. I just couldn’t afford that lifestyle. People died around me. I didn’t want someone who I cared about to be one of them. I had enough people to protect as it was. So I was just looking for a good fuck. A girl’s allowed a little adventure.

  As soon as I entered, I noticed a few men with their eyes on my curves. Swaying my hips as I walked, I made my way over to the bar. I was hopeful I wouldn’t have to pay for any drinks. It only took a moment before some bigger guy sat next to me. He had tats up his arms and was bald. A little too old for me. Also he was easily three times the size of me, and I was no tiny girl.

  “You look like you could use a drink.”

  I shrugged. “You might be right.”

  He dragged his finger down the length of my arm, and I pulled away slightly. He gave me a bad feeling.

  “If I buy you a drink, what’s it going to get me?”

  Yuck. Nothing was the honest answer. “You know what? I’ll buy my own drink.”

  “That doesn’t make sense.” His tone had changed from playful to annoying. And I wasn’t fucking having it.

  Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. “It really doesn’t. But her getting a drink from you? That doesn’t make sense either.”

  I could hold my own, but I liked the sound of the guy behind me.

  The bald guy stood up. “You got a problem with me getting her a drink, boy?”

  I turned around on the stool to see a tall thicker built guy behind me. He had a dark blonde faux hawk, and bulging muscles under a grey t-shirt. His tatted arms had me more than interested. His deep voice set me on edge, in a good way. He sounded tough, my kind of man. My pussy started clenching just looking at him. Baldie didn’t stand a chance.

  “As a matter of a fact, I do.” One swing from the stranger was all it took before big Baldie was on the floor. As he went to recover, I put my heeled boot on his chest.

  “Stay down, tiger. I’ve found my date.”

  No one in the bar moved; they just kept doing their nightly routine. Drinking, smoking¸ and making fucking plans. I was ready to make mine.

  I grabbed my purse. “What’s your name, stranger?”

  “Blaze, yours?”

  “Kelly.” That sounded good for tonight. Trista might tip him off to who I really was. A badass MC member. Blaze, that sounded familiar though. I couldn’t figure out why.

  “Well, Kelly, you want a drink? Or should we get out of here?”

  I liked how fast he moved.

  “Let’s go.” I pulled him by the hand through the front door.

  “Where to beautiful?”

  I hadn’t thought that far, usually it was the back of some guy’s car. I was only in it for the sex, but with Blaze, I wanted to know more. “My place?”

  He looked surprised. “I’ll follow you? I’d like to see you on the back of that bike.”

  Of course he would. “Sounds good,” I said swinging a leg over the leather seat. “Try to keep up.”

  “I will,” he winked at me.

  ***

  “Want a beer?” I offered from my fridge. It was one of the few things I had in there.

  “I thought I was supposed to buy you a drink?”

  He pressed himself against me, so that my back was against the wall. My breath caught in my chest. Jesus, he moved fast. Just how I liked it. Something about him didn’t just make me hot, it made me want to know more. As he pushed his body into mine, I found myself melting under him. Damn, he was good.

  “You were.”

  “Let me do better than that.”

  He snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me tight against him before he guided me to my living room sofa. He caressed my breasts as he laid me down and pulled off my shirt to reveal my voluptuous breasts. He licked his way down my body, taking special time for each breast. He swirled his tongue into my belly button, and gripped my hips. As he reached my panty line, he stuck his tongue right under the waistband, the nearness of his tongue to my wetness driving me crazy.

  “Do it already!” I whispered hastily.

  “Ooh, I like a feisty girl.” He chuckled.

  He slowly, agonizingly pulled my thong down with his teeth, before blowing lightly on my sex. I convulsed as goosebumps ran through me, and he took advantage, suctioning his mouth over my mound, sucking and nibbling. It was pure torture. He flicked his tongue in and out of me, slowly, tortuously, and then slid two fingers inside me as he lazily made me his personal lollipop. His fingers began thrusting in and out of me, my body trembling from the feel of his touch.

  “I need you. Now. Fuck me!” I couldn’t help myself. Something about him turned me on in ways I hadn’t felt in a long time.

  He gave me a look filled with pure passion and sex, but didn’t remove his mouth from my clit. He began to energetically pump his fingers and suck on me at the same time, and I could feel the rise of my orgasm.

  Before I could quite get there, he dragged his mouth off me and positioned his length at my entrance, playfully moving it back and forth across my slit. I would murder him, but I needed my orgasm more.

  Luckily, after just a minute of tea
sing, he pushed into me in one swift motion. Once he was seated fully inside, he leisurely slid in and out of me, in the most irritating of ways. I moved to try and force him to go faster. I wanted to go over the edge with him. He gave me a lazy smile before grabbing my hips, and holding me steady. He then stopped altogether, and put his mouth on my tits while his rock hard cock throbbed inside me. He started to fuck me again, now in time with his mouth on one of my breasts. The feeling of double pleasure made me moan. He took his mouth off of my breasts, and he began to pump. Hard. My tits bounced, and the look that the movement brought to his eyes took me close to orgasm.

  He pounded harder. He was so deep in me I could feel him on my g-spot. That did it.

  “Shit!” I yelled.

  As I felt the waves of my orgasm crash over me, he slowed just a bit, to let me feel the full effect. Pleasure ran rapid through me, spreading out and conquering every inch.

  After finally coming down from my high, he pulled me up, and sat me on the edge of the couch, pushing himself back inside me. The gesture sent shivers coursing through my body.

  He carried me over to lean me against the wall where we started, and slammed himself into me, over and over again. His biceps flexed from holding me up under my ass, and the tattoos stood out, getting me all worked up again. I grabbed his face, smashing my mouth against his, showing him how good he felt inside me by assaulting his tongue with mine.

  The passion of our kiss set me off again, and a second orgasm began to develop. I clenched my legs around his back, pushing him deeper into me. I rode him hard and fast, triggering him. He grunted as we came together, his seed spilling inside me.

  Gently he released me to the ground, the linoleum cold under my bare feet.

  “Oh my God, that was so fucking good,” I murmured against his skin.

  “Yes it was.”

  I looked up at him, dark eyes with answers lurking behind them. What was it about him that made all of the feel so easy? I didn’t trust anyone, but Blaze, something was different. In every way I needed it to be.

  “Will you stay?”

  “The night?” He questioned.

  “Yeah.”

  “Do you ask guys to stay often?”

  “No,” and that was the truth.

  He kissed me again, my body still trembling slightly from my last orgasm. “I’ll stay. For you.”

  TWO

  The next morning I reached for him in bed. I wasn’t the type to want to snuggle, but damn’t if he didn’t make me want to. But I came up empty. He was gone, and I was alone. One night with Blaze wasn’t enough, but in my sex induced coma I hadn’t thought to get his number. Shit.

  I looked at my phone, time to get to the club. Time to go to work.

  ***

  After a quick drive to the club the sweat had pooled under my leather. It was fucking hot and I needed a drink. I put the dome on top of my bike and walked across the hot asphalt toward my club.

  The coolness of the air conditioning struck as soon as I opened the door. There were only a couple guys in the club, considering it was early morning. The smell of tobacco wafted through the air, and filled my nostrils, as I looked around for my father. The crack of pool balls came from the back room, so I assumed he was playing with one of the guys. All the grunt workers would be arriving in an hour or so, just enough time for me to talk to Dad before grabbing some breakfast. I wanted to expand our business, but he didn't want me to have any say in it. The president of the club never did. But, I knew if there was anyone who could change his mind, it was his little girl.

  “Larry, where's Rogue?” I asked, as I sat down on a barstool. My dark hair fell in my face, and I shoved it out of the way.

  He cracked open a beer, and sent it down the mahogany bar. “He's in the back room. He’s got a meeting.”

  “A meeting? Without the club?” That didn’t make sense. We were family; everything we did affected one another.

  Larry shrugged, his mountainous shoulders lifting up his whole body. “You know that ain't my business.”

  “And I also know that you see everything that happens in this club. So, tell me what the hell is going on.”

  He rolled his eyes at me even though he knew I was right. “It's a prospect. I guess he's interviewing him or whatever.”

  Larry always knew what was going on; it didn't matter that he didn't wear a cut. He had wanted to join years ago, but a terrible back injury derailed his plans. He couldn’t ride anymore, so he didn’t feel right joining but this was the only job he knew, so he stayed around. Not to mention, he was a damn good bartender; just not the best secret keeper.

  I took another swig of my beer, and set it down on the counter, fully prepared to go in, and talk to my father, regardless of what he was doing. Before I had a chance, he walked through the back doors with two other members on his heels. Behind them followed a guy I had just met last night. Blaze.

  I attempted to shield my eyes. “Oh fuck.”

  Larry looked at me with his pale blue eyes. “Problem?”

  “You could say that.”

  I looked at the guy again. An overwhelming part of me wanted to ignore him. Then, another part of me remembered last night. His muscles rippling beneath that tight black shirt; how well he could handle a girl like me. I shook the image of him ripping off that shirt out of my mind. If he was here, it wasn’t for me. He didn’t even know I was a member.

  “That’s Blaze, right?”

  Larry nodded, “Blaze Taylor.”

  “Wait! Who?”

  “Blaze Taylor. Remember his dad was in the club?”

  “Oh shit.” Not only had I slept with a potential new prospect, but this one was a traitor. “What the fuck? I thought it was clear that he wasn't allowed to be in this club? I know we all do a lot of shit things, but you don't leave the club. Ever.”

  Larry shook his head. “His dad died fighting for this club. He's got his right to be here just as much as you do.”

  I gulped down the rest of my beer, and slammed it down on the counter. All eyes in the club turned to me, including my father’s. “We'll see about that.”

  THREE

  Dad sat at the head of the table, the gavel in his hands. It was his weapon of choice, power. Rogue hardly needed a gun anymore when he had other members to do his dirty work for him. We may have been one percenters, but he led with an iron fist that kept us under control. No one went out of his or her way to hurt anybody as long as Rogue was in charge.

  “Sit down. I want to talk to you about something.”

  I sat at his command. “Does this have anything to do with the new prospect?”

  He nodded. “And some other shit.”

  I extended my hands in front of me. “Go for it. Can't wait to hear your explanation as to why you’re allowing Blaze to become a prospect after his family split from the MC.”

  He narrowed his dark eyes at me. I got my hot headedness from him. “Trista, listen to me. His old man was a founding member, so if he wants to be a part of it, he has every right to be. Just as much as you do. Now, you fought a battle to get where you are, let him fight his. The decision will go to church later. It's not your concern.”

  Church: our version of a conference. Except it usually involved beer, and a few people with guns… not exactly your typical board meeting.

  I rolled my eyes, and crossed my arms. “Fine. What's the other little piece of news?”

  He leaned back, and the chair creaked under his weight. He had been the only person to ever sit in it, a president from the beginning. There were four original founding members: my father, Pops, Buck, and Stephen Taylor. Stephen was Blaze’s father. He was shot and killed in a Las Almas altercation before I was born. Supposedly, he died for the patch, but there were a lot of questions surrounding his death. We didn't talk about it, or him. Buck was the old VP until he got thrown in San Quentin for some bullshit charges that the local DA had against him. Now, Ace had that patch, and I was treasurer. I hated doing all the money; ma
de me feel like a goddamn secretary, but it kept me involved in the business, and gave them reason to keep me around. Ace wasn't the biggest fan of having a girl in the club, and he wasn’t shy about telling me. I wasn't a fan of having to clean his ass up after a long night of gambling either, but I kept that to myself.

  Dad placed his fingers together under his chin. “I need you to do something as acting treasurer.”

  I was shocked. Any task that I was given as an official MC member was done at church. There was no reason to pull me aside privately. “And what is that?”

  “It’s come to my attention that there are a few parts missing from the warehouse. Ryder is up there now, working, and said there’s something wrong with the inventory. I need you to go up there, figure out what's missing, and who we have to nail to find it.”

  “Who the hell would steal from us? Nobody even knows about the warehouse except for the Red Dragons. And you know that they'll never come on our turf. Besides, it would be against their financial interest to come and snake our stuff.”

  He shook his head, the wrinkles near his eyes coming together. “I got no idea, kid. And you're right. The Red Dragons are the only ones who know about that place. Chen is too smart to do anything against us. He knows the retaliation would be too swift. They don’t have that kind of manpower.”

  “You think there’s somebody new on the block?” I'd been considering this for a while. Some of our old business had practically dried up, but no one would listen to me. As long as the big money was still coming in from shipping whole cars across the open waters with the Red Dragons, nobody cared that our smaller business in the chop shop wasn't going as well. I didn't see it that way. The big money was easier to track. Our chop shop was under so many shell corporations that no one was ever going to figure out that's how we paid our members. Sure, the big payouts were nice, but we could never tell when there were eyes on those. The warehouse had been safe for years. Why now would it suddenly get hit?

  “I sure as hell hope not. We don’t have time to deal with some new young shit trying to make some extra cash that they don't know anything about. I think that it might be time to look at a few other investments.”