Lyon's Angel: The Lyon, #2

By Jordan Silver

Colton Lyon the tough talking pierced, tattooed biker has fallen for the young Kat Sloan as soon as she moves to town and starts working for him. When he finds out about an attack in her past Colt does the only thing a man in his position can do; he handles it. Now all he wants to do is be with his woman, his crew and his bike; but will an old enemy stand in the way of his happiness?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jordan Silver
• Release date: Nov 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393430933

Jordan Silver

Just a girl who loves to write

Book preview

1

Lyon

We made it back in time to catch the girls' act. My angel sounded just like her namesake as she belted out the lyrics to Wallflowers' One Headlight. I put shit behind me and got lost in the beauty that was her.

Zack passed me a beer as we took our seats at the table and fell into the conversation as though we'd never left. I searched my feelings for a moment to see if there was any remorse or guilt for what I'd done, what I'd asked others to do.

Truthfully, I felt a slight pang that I'd had to get my hands dirty, that I'd had my crew get theirs dirty, but I felt no loss for him. He was a parasite who would've continued destroying lives in his path without retribution.

He'd fucked himself over the night he decided to go after what’s mine and though at the time she hadn't been mine she still bore the scars from his attack and probably will for the rest of her life that made it my problem.

I'd made sure we hadn't left, not even a shadow of our presence behind at the scene. The chains had been removed and destroyed, the tire tracks swept back into place and best of all; as we'd been taking our leave we'd heard the cry of coyotes. They'd no doubt finish the job for us.

The authorities would be lucky if they found anything left. That's if their leads even took them there. His truck had been loaded into the back of the semi Zack had been driving and taken to where it was sure to be up on blocks in ten minutes flat.

Now all we have left to do is get the hell out of here tomorrow after my girl had spent one last morning with her mom. She bounced back to her seat with a huge grin on her face, Did you hear?

Every word baby you were great. I pulled her in for a kiss, which of course couldn't just end with a little smooch. Pretty soon I was devouring her lips with mine until the whistles and catcalls broke through and I pulled away.

You fucks have nothing better to do?

Get a room bro you're making a spectacle of yourself.

Jack off Tommy, you too Pete; we're outta here babe. I head locked my girl playfully and got up from the table.

You assholes better be ready in the morning or I'm leaving your asses.

Yeah, yeah, yeah old man we'll be ready.

Kat and I grinned as we made our way to my bike. I couldn't get to the hotel fast enough. I needed so badly to make love to her, to feel life, the flow of her blood as it rushed under her skin, to reaffirm that she was here and I was here and we were okay. I needed to cleanse myself in her like a rebirth.

We made it to the hotel, through the lobby and up to our room without me going on the attack though I couldn't keep my hands off of her. She laughed and joked with me until we were behind the door and I pushed her back against it and took her mouth forcefully. I felt wild and out of control as my tongue ravished and my hands explored her heat.

Take it off. I pulled at her clothes and mine in a fever to get to bare skin. When her chest was bared I latched onto one of her pierced nipples and sucked until she screamed out begging me for mercy, I had none.

With my leg braced between hers I rocked her hot pussy back and forth until I felt her wetness touch me. Lifting her with her ass in my hands I forged into her going as deep as I could in this position.

Colton...ahhhh.

Take it, take me. Her hands grabbed my hair as I slammed into her over and over again. The sounds we made could probably be heard beyond the door but right now, at this moment it didn't matter, I needed this, this wildness this oneness with her, only her always her.

When it wasn't enough I dragged her to the floor and pounded into her, her tight pussy clasping my meat with a hot tightness that went straight to my head.

Fuck Angel...so fucking good. What she did to me, there are no words. I raced towards climax as she clenched around me, her flushed body telling me she was close.

With one hand I played with her clitoral ring as I pulled her even closer with the other, pulling her onto my raging cock as I spilled inside her triggering her own release.

I think you killed me Colton, yep, I'm done for. I laughed as I picked her up from the floor and headed for the shower.

Not yet I hope, that was only the beginning, we still have a long night ahead of us. I put her on her feet in the bathroom and stole another hot as fuck kiss.

If you're sure you can keep up old man. She twitched her spectacular ass at me which I couldn't resist smacking as I turned the shower on. I started on her again in the shower until we were both panting for each other but I didn't go all the way.

Tease. She pouted; I'd sucked on her little clitty until it was swollen and wet.

I'll take care of you in a minute beautiful this time I want you in a bed be patient.

I dried us both off before carrying her to the bedroom as she cuddled into my neck; my babygirl, the love I felt for her in that moment was almost overwhelming.

I love you Angel. It felt good to say that shit, to see the look on her face, a look of wonder. My heart twisted at the thought that she could've been lost to me; that there was a chance that we never would've met, the thought humbled me.

I kissed her standing next to the bed, her body flush against mine, my need for her, which was never too far rising once again.

It wasn't always about the wild hot fucking, sometimes like now, I wanted to go slow, to handle her with care, I enjoyed these times too. I laid her on the bed and came down next to her, kissing her softly, gently. I ran my finger up and down her wet, swollen clit just barely teasing her slit but not invading her; sucking on her tongue as she worked her hips under my ministrations, so responsive.

I sucked my way down her neck to her pierced nipples, playing with the barbells as I sucked one then the other into my mouth.

Slowly and with care I climbed between her bent knees, rubbing the ridge of my cock over her clit again and again, putting the bare tip in before pulling back.

Looking into her lust crazed eyes I eased my length into her until I reached her cervix with a few inches to spare and butted against it seeking entrance into her womb. Slow and easy was the name of the game as I pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in.

Pushing her legs higher towards her ears I sought to go deeper. With just my toes and palms supporting my weight I stroked into her depths, gritting my teeth to keep control, to give her the soft and gentle I sensed that she needed.

Her little pussy could still barely take all of me but I worked in small twisting curls until I was all the way in. The slight frown of pain on her face only added to the pleasure.

Am I hurting your little pussy?

Uh huh, but so good, don't stop......

No, I won't stop. I ground my cock into her until our pelvises met, and then I thrust back and forth in a slow gentle dance.

Her pussy never stopped creaming. I pulled out and she stayed open for a minute; I pushed two fingers inside as I climbed up her body and dipped my cock into her waiting mouth.

Clean it.

In the morning I felt fresh and renewed. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that things would be fine, though I hope I never have to do that shit again. Hopefully no one will be stupid enough to fuck with her in this lifetime because it looks like I couldn't be too forgiving where that shit was concerned.

We made good time heading back home. It was only on the second day right before we were to pick up Cyrus that I picked up the story that I'd been monitoring; the first mention of a missing person's report for one Taylor Porter.

I shared the news with my guys on the down low because Kat was never under any circumstances to learn any of this. Maybe a few years down the line I might let her in on a little bit, but she wasn't going to spend one second thinking about that worthless piece of shit.

2

Lyon

Cyrus my man you ready to go?

We found Cyrus in the hotel room we'd rented for him with his few meager belongings all packed up and ready to go. I like the spark of excitement I saw in the old guy's eyes as we gave him the keys to the rental we got him to follow us home in.

I haven't handled a vehicle in years son. He played with the keys in his hand.

It'll come back to you and if you feel nervous one of the guys will be more than happy to take the wheel no problem.

No-no, I don't want to put you out anymore than I already have you're already doing so much for me as it is. He looked like he was about to cry.

Cyrus buddy, cut that shit out yeah. What I'm doing, what we're doing we're doing because it's the human thing to do you get me. There's no need to feel beholden, look at it this way, if you believe in what goes around comes around, then somebody upstairs must've put in a good word for you for what you did for your wife. Consider this a debt paid, now let's go, my guys are getting itchy for home.

Well then, since you put it that way lead on son. His voice was gruff with tears but he held it together as we left the room.

He followed me out of the room to the parking lot where the guys were waiting. Katarina was being a mother hen, stocking his car with goodies for the road in case he got hungry or thirsty. That's the only reason she hadn't followed me to his room, she'd been too busy raiding the gas station across the street, her and the sisters.

Cy, Cy, you all set, ready to go?

I had to roll my eyes at her nickname for him. He seemed to take it all in stride though if the shit eating grin that broke out across his face was anything to go by.

Ms. Katarina. They hugged like old friends and Kat started filling him in on all the things she'd seen on our ride to and from Arizona until I pulled on her ponytail.

Get the lead out beautiful, you can badger poor Cyrus when we get home.

Oh alright. She gave me her cute as fuck pouty face before coming under the arm I held out for her.

Here Cyrus take this, it's set on the right frequency, we'll be riding half in front and half behind you, but if you run into trouble just press this button here and you'll get me okay.

Thanks Colt much obliged.

He shook his head as he climbed behind the wheel as if he couldn't quite believe the turn his life had taken. If I had my way Mr. Cyrus Reed will have nothing but sunshiny days from here on out and knowing the women in my life, all of them, the old guy would have all the love and attention he could stand.

I got an extra tight squeeze of appreciation from my baby when we climbed back on my bike; that was all the thanks I needed.

Home, fuck, feels like forever since we'd been gone. It was good to see the green-green grass of home as the song goes. We did our usual drop off making sure everyone got home safe. I hadn't told her as yet about Cyrus's living arrangements.

After I'd picked her up from her mother's we'd made a straight shoot for home and conversation had been light since she'd pulled her sleeping act on me again. I hadn't minded though because I'd ridden her pretty hard the night before and I was beginning to notice that whenever I took her long and hard during the night she was barely cognizant the next day.

Then when we'd stopped that first night I'd had more important things to do with her than talk, like getting her used to me being inside her. At least that’s the excuse I gave myself but I do enjoy that tight as fuck fit.

I pulled into my parents' driveway with

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