The Biker's Fate Chapter 498

Melody

I rolled over and faceplanted into Train's chest. His arm slid around my waist, and he chuckled as he pulled me close. "Mornin'."

"Hi," I breathed out.

"Did you forget I was here?"

"Yeah." I kissed his chest. "I really like it, though. I'd like to make it a thing."

"Me too, baby."

"What time is it?"

"Almost nine," Train said.

I sat up slightly. "So, we have a little time to play."

Train slid my hair behind my ear and stroked my cheek. "We sure do."

"Then let's play."

He slid his hand between my legs and fingered my clit. "How would you like it this morning, Ms. Morgan?"

"I'd like it hard, Mr. Nash."

"Would you like the vibrator, dick, and the clamps, madam?"

"Fuck, yes," I hissed.

He grinned, kissing me. "Sit up."

I did so immediately. I was still naked from our epic fuck fest the night before, so I sat up on my knees while Train grabbed the toys he'd purchased a few weeks ago. He walked back to the bed, his dick rock hard, and I couldn't stop myself from biting my lip.

Jesus, he was beautiful.

He handed me the clamps so I could put them on and adjust them to my liking, then he waited for me to 'assume the position.'

I crawled on all fours to the middle of the bed and Train knelt behind me, rolling on a condom then flipping on the vibrator. I was already soaked. I could feel my pussy contracting at the anticipation of his dick being so close and the delicious pain of the clamps on my nipples.

Train ran his thumb through my wet folds, dragging it up to my darkest area and I groaned as I pressed back against him.

"Always so eager, baby."

"You make me that way," I breathed out, and was rewarded with the vibrator entering my ass first. "Oh, Jesus H. Lucifer Christ."

"You good?"

"Yeah, honey, give me that D now."

He chuckled and obliged, sliding slowly into me.

And I immediately came.

"Do not move," he demanded, turning off the vibrator but not removing it. "I'm gonna let you ride this for a second, but you're gonna stay right there."

I licked my lips and nodded, my body still shuddering with release. He slid his hand between my legs and fingered my clit, his dick and the vibrator still buried deep, but not moving.

"Fuck, you're soaked," he breathed out.

"Tell me something I don't know."

My retort was rewarded with the vibrator starting up again and I mewed with desire as Train pressed it in further.

"Jesus, you're beautiful," he rasped, moving slowly as he continued to work my clit.

I smiled, dropping my head back. "So are you."

He tugged on the chain attached to my clamps and I hissed as the sensation sent desire straight to my clit.

"Brace, baby."

I braced and he slammed into me over and over again, holding the vibrator steady as he did, and I cried out as an orgasm washed over me again. He wasn't far behind, but he did stop his rocking until another climax hit and I fell onto the mattress, my pussy contracting around him.

He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us onto our sides, gently removing the clamps and vibrator, but keeping his dick buried as he held me, and we caught our breath.

"You know I'm on the pill," I panted out.

"Yeah, but I haven't had a chance to get tested."

"So, get tested," I said. "There's gotta be a clinic here in Denver. Take a couple of hours to take care of that." I craned my neck to meet his eyes. "I really hate condoms."

He smiled slowly. "Yeah?"

"Yes. Today. Take care of it today."

"Okay, baby. I'll take care of it today." He kissed me. "But if I'm gonna do that, I'm gonna need to shower and head out now."

I wrinkled my nose. "Fine. Go."

He chuckled sliding out of me gently and rolling off the bed. "You gonna join me in the shower?"

"Is the pope catholic?"

He grinned, kissing me again before pulling me off the bed.

Train

I was sitting in a health clinic in downtown Denver waiting for my test results when Flea texted he'd meet me in Tennessee and ride down to Savannah with me. I texted back and told him I'd send the details when I had them, and that I'd get him and Grace tickets to the show. Although, I had a feeling Harmony was already scoring tickets for most of the club, considering she and Lyric were the surprise guest vocalists for the final show and I knew for a fact every single one of my brethren, Portland and Savannah, would want to be there.

"Mr. Nash?"

I stood up and made my way to the desk where the nurse handed me my results, then I headed out to my bike and made my way back to the hotel.

Parking around the side, I let Chip know I was coming up, and used my key card to come in through the secret entrance.

I had barely made it to Melody's floor when a small but very firm hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into her room.

"That took forever," she growled.

I chuckled. "It took less than an hour."

"Forever." She flipped the deadbolt on her suite door. "All clear?"

"I haven't looked."

"What?" she squeaked. "Why haven't you looked?"

"Because I thought we should do it together," I said, pulling the piece of paper out of my pocket and unfolding it.

I handed it to her, and she scanned it. "Oh my god, Nash, what the fuck?"

I frowned. There was no way I had anything. I gloved up every fuckin' time I had sex. I never forgot and was super vigilant when choosing my partners. "What the fuck, what?"

She pointed to the middle of the page. "You're pregnant!"

"Oh, she thinks she's funny." I snatched the paper from her hands and flicked it away, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. I dropped her onto the mattress and grabbed her sides, squeezing until she squealed with laughter.

"Uncle," she cried.

I grinned, hovering over her. "You ready to get royally fucked?"

She reached up and tugged on my beard. "Bareback?"

"Fuck, yeah, baby."

She bit her lip, and I felt my dick take notice. "Absolutely."

I leaned down to kiss her. "I want you naked and standing at the end of the bed. I'm gonna blindfold you."

"Okay," she whispered.

Melody

I ripped my clothes off faster than I ever had between sets, standing at the end of the bed as I had been instructed to do.

Train smiled as he made his way to me, handing me my clamps. "How dirty do you want it, baby?"

"Really dirty, honey."

"Your wish is my command." He nodded. "Clamp hard, baby."

Once I'd secured the clamps, Train turned me to face the bed again.

"Settle your hands on the footboard and spread your legs," he directed. "I'm gonna blindfold your eyes, so use this for balance." He tapped the wood, and I nodded.

"Okay."

"You need to slow down or stop, you tell me."

"I will."

He grinned and slid the blindfold over my eyes, tying it tight enough so I couldn't see anything, but not so tight it was painful. "Good?"

"Yep," I breathed out.

He palmed my bottom and squeezed. "Spread just a little more."

I did and was rewarded with a gentle smack.

His fingers whispered down my back, between my legs, then slid inside of me and I rocked back against him. "Did I say you could move, Melody?"