Lost (Book 6 of the Forbidden Series)

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Kat’s arms came up around Zeke’s shoulders, and she returned his kiss with a fierce desire. Zeke was caught off guard when she forced him backwards. Her mouth ate away at his as they stumbled back and Zeke’s back hit the car behind him. Her assertiveness excited him, and the power struggle was on. Zeke’s mouth tore away from hers and moved down her neck nipping and sucking causing her to sigh with excitement.

He pushed off from the car and started walking her back towards the door to her suite, catching her when she stumbled on the step up on the boardwalk. He cupped her firm bottom in his hands and lifted her off her feet. Kat’s legs wrapped around his waist and they fell against the door. He groaned with frustration as he awkwardly searched her pockets for her key while her hot mouth moved over his throat.

He found the key and unlocked the door. Zeke wasted no time getting Kat inside. Letting the door fall closed behind them he placed her on the foot of the bed. She crawled to the edge and up on her knees grabbing at his leather jacket Kat pulled him down to kiss her again. Her kiss was demanding and passionate he could hardly control himself. Zeke yanked off his jacket and tossed it across the room recklessly.

Kat’s hands tugged up his shirt and pulled it off over his head. She made a husky sound of desire once his shirt was off and she ran her hands over his rock hard muscled body. Her fingers felt feather light against his skin, Zeke groaned with desire when she leaned over and started placing hot kisses randomly across his chest and belly. The lower she went, the more shivers she sent through him.

Zeke threaded his fingers in her long blonde hair and pulled her face up to his. His mouth captured hers once more, their tongues duelling. He couldn’t remember wanting any other woman so badly. He wanted to rip those clothes from her body and bury himself deep inside her. Zeke pulled back for a moment his fingers fumbling with the many small buttons down the front of her shirt. Why did women’s clothing need to be so complicated?

Kat pushed his hands out of the way and finished the task for him. She pulled off her shirt and tossed it to the floor, a black silk bra beneath left covering her creamy full breasts. This he knew how to remove. His hand wrapped around her and he quickly released the hooks holding the garment on and then pulled it off. He made a throaty sound of excitement at the sight of her magnificent silken breasts. God, she was perfect in every way.

Zeke bent low and closed his mouth over one perfect breast. The moan she gave was music to his ears. She wriggled and squirmed beneath his mouth. Her hands in his hair tossing his bandana aside. He caught her n****e between his teeth and gave it a gentle tug. Kat pulled his hair and brought his head back releasing her breast. Her lips claimed his once more and her tongue plundered his mouth.

Her hands pulled at his belt and zipper getting his pants open and forcing them down his toned thighs. Zeke pulled away regrettably and stood up. Heel to toe he kicked off one boot and then the next. He swiftly removed his pants and his boxers feeling his erection throb at the hungry look on her face. Her gaze raked over him admiring his body and he could see the desire in those green eyes raging like a storm.

***

He was hard muscle all over and once his pants had hit the floor Kat could not take her eyes off him or the long thick phallus jetting up from a patch of light curls. The very sight of it caused her to grow damp and moist. She needed him, needed to feel him inside her. She needed to feel like a woman again.

Kat reached out her hand touching him, and he twitched beneath her fingers. “That mini-skirt is killing me.” He said pushing her hand away and placing his hands on her shoulders. Zeke pushed Kat back against the mattress and placed kisses down her belly. “We got to get it off you.” He said grabbing the waist of the skirt and pulling the skirt down her legs.

He then smiled up at her and catching the black silk fabric of her panties in his teeth he slowly pulled them off. Kat stared down at Zeke and laughed as he tossed them aside with a wolfish grin. “A man of many talents.” She said reaching down for the straps of her heels.

Zeke nudged her legs apart and pulled them around him. “Leave them, baby.” He grinned bending over to steal a kiss. She was about to protest when she felt him begin to enter her. His hardness forced her wide to accept his invasion. Zeke felt so incredible that she could hardly contain herself. Her hips lifted off the bed trying to better take him in.

On his knees, Zeke held her by the hips and began to pump in and out of Kat. Long slow torturous thrusts that made her wriggle and squirm on the mattress. Her flesh felt like it was on fire and her mind was foggy. Her body screamed for release. Kat sat herself up pushing him back on his knees, so she was seated in his lab. His arms came around her waist as she laced her arms around his neck.

Kat kissed Zeke deeply as she began to move on top of him seeking the release she so badly craved. It had been so long since she had felt alive. Zeke’s hands roamed her soft body, sliding slowly over her bare back and bottom. Her breast crushed against his chest. She rode him hard and fast, eagerly trying to reach the peaks of pleasure. She could feel the sensation mounting, becoming almost unbearable. Her head fell back, and Zeke’s mouth moved down her neck and over her breast suckling one hard peaked n****e. Kat cried out as ecstasy washed over her like waves crashing on the shore.

“Oh yeah baby, you are so hot.” Zeke groaned pushing Kat back against the bed and pinning her under his weight. He continued his assault on her senses. Driving deeper with each stroke until she could feel him at the mouth of her whom. Her body shook with the force of her climax and Zeke began to tremble.

At that moment he pulled out of her, his hand closing tightly around his erection. With three quick jerks, he brought himself to climax outside her body. His milky seed spilling from his body and pooling on her belly. Zeke stood up from the bed and went into the washroom. He returned with a cloth and knelt on the bed beside her. Grinning, he wiped off her belly and tossed the cloth on the floor. He then dropped in a worn-out sprawl on the bed beside her.

She listened to Zeke breathing heavily at first as he caught his breath and his pulse returned to normal. Kat rolled onto her side and started leaving a trail of kisses over his still hot body. She felt his hand lace in her hair, and she heard him laugh. “Oh, baby you’re wild. You’re going to kill me.”

She looked up at him with a wicked smile. “Come on just get it up one more time.”

“I promise as many times as you want, just give me five minutes to recuperate.” He begged playfully. Kat smirked and moved lower kissing the inside of his thighs. Zeke moaned in approval, and she ran the tip of her tongue along the entire length of him, causing him to shudder. “Ok, I’m recuperated.” He grinned down at her.

Empowered by the control she had over him Kat took him in her mouth. Zeke moaned as she sucked and licked at his erection with a skill she had perfected over her lifetime. He was at her mercy and loving it.

Zeke groaned as he begun to quiver. “You’re gonna make me blow.” He warned taking her arms and pulling her up to straddle his hips.

Kat sunk on his renewed erection taking him in deeply. She needed little encouragement as she selfishly rode him hard seeking her pleasure. She moaned and whimpered with each motion. Her head fell back, and her long hair swung back and forth over his scrotum. Zeke’s hands went to her hips and forced her down harder like a junkie seeking a fix.

Kat cried out as she came, her desire dripping down her thighs and over the man beneath her. In one flawless motion, Zeke rolled Kat beneath him and thrust quick and eagerly in and out of her welcoming body. The bed rocked, and the headboard slammed against the wall.

They spent the night in bed, but neither one got a wink of sleep. Lost in each other’s arms, he took her over and over until neither one of them had the strength to move. It was late morning before they collapsed utterly spent. After the last time, Zeke had fallen asleep pretty much the moment his head had hit the pillow. Kat was exhausted, and for the first time in months, sleep came easily.

***

Her sleep was restless, and Kat found that the little sleep she found did not last. She woke a few hours later. Zeke was still out like a rock on the bed beside her. She rolled onto her side and stared at this man beside her sprawled out on his stomach. His long hair had fallen over his handsome face. Kat gently brushed his golden hair back behind his ear to better see his rugged features. His three-day growth shadowed his jaw, but she remembered how soft it was when she kissed him. He must still be very young; she found herself wondering just how old he was.

Zeke’s body was fit and strong, unfortunately, covered in tattoos as one would expect from a biker. There was a snake wrapped around his right bicep, and some abstract image on his back running along his spine and across his shoulder blades that almost looked like black wings on a skeleton. On his left forearm was a cluster of dark skulls with glowing eyes. She wasn’t totally against tattoos, after all, she had a small one of her own, but she never understood why anyone would want to get so many dark images plastered to their body. Then again, she didn’t understand the biker culture Zeke was from.

He was not her usual type, in fact far from it. So drastically different from the kind of man she would normally spend her time with. If she was, to be honest, that was what she liked most about him. How different he was. There was nothing about him that reminded her of home… of who she was… of David. Zeke couldn’t have been more different, and that was his appeal. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel dead inside. She had been having fun, felt alive again; she had laughed, desired, and thrown caution to the wind.

Perhaps she might stay a little longer. Like Zeke had said she had no place to be, so there was no rush to leave. Kat would stay and get her fill of Zeke and this place then move on. What could it hurt? For the first time in months, she wasn’t miserable. David would want her to be happy again, he had all but said so in the letter he had left her, and so far, a day in the life of someone else had been exactly what she needed.

Zeke sighed and began to open his eyes. Kat smiled at him, and he grinned back at her. “Morning beautiful.” He said softly.

“I think it’s more like late afternoon.” She corrected.

Zeke lifted his head off the bed and looked at the clock then rolled onto his back. “So, it is.” He groaned as he moved. “Oh god, you weren’t kidding when you said I wouldn’t get up.”

Kat couldn’t help but laugh. “Poor boy, did I wear you out?”

“And then some.” He admitted. “Yet you look ready to go,” Zeke observed. “You are an endless source of energy.”

Kat laid back on her back resting her head on the pillow. “Not really, I just don’t sleep very well lately.”

Zeke rolled on top of her and smiled down, his hips settling between her thighs. “I should have done a better job at tiring you out then.”

Kat grinned. “Oh, you did a superb job.” She promised. “I’m actually a bit sore.”

Zeke laughed and lowered his head to kiss her lips. She could still taste the sweet whisky on his lips from the night before. “That’s what you get for keeping me up all night.” He teased. “I’m gonna use your shower,” Zeke said rolling off the bed. He stood up on shaky legs and grinned down at her. “Well, that’s a new feeling.”

Kat watched Zeke walk across the room and disappear into the washroom shutting the door behind him. She heard the shower start and the water running. Kat needed some clean clothes, but her suitcase was still in the trunk of her car. She got out of bed and fished through the mess of clothes on the floor. She found her skirt and pulled it on. Her shirt involved so much work for her just to take it off again when she got back inside. Instead, she picked up Zeke’s shirt and pulled it over her head. It was so big on her, it almost covered her skirt.

Kat found her keys and slipped out of the room into the warm afternoon sun. Debbie was seated on a plastic chair outside her room drinking a glass of lemonade. She smiled and stood up when she saw Kat. “So, you stuck around?” She said coming over with a happy smile.

Kat went to her trunk and opened it up to retrieve her luggage, a huge smile on her face. “Yeah, well I was on my way out and got distracted.” She answered cryptically. “I see you are enjoying the sunny day.”

“Enjoying my day off,” Debbie said with a sigh. “So, few and far between. Would you like a glass?” She asked holding up her drink.

“I’ll have to rain cheque that, my distraction is still inside.” She confessed.

Debbie blushed and looked at her door. “Is he cute?”

Kat laughed shutting her trunk and carrying the bag back to the boardwalk. “Yes, definitely.” She admitted.

Debbie looked Kat over with a scrutinizing gaze. “I’ve seen that shirt before. That is not yours is it?”

“Well no I just borrowed it to get my bag from the car.” She admitted.

Debbie’s smile faded to be replaced by a look of concern. “Oh, honey you don’t have one of those biker boys in there do you?”

Kat frowned, so what if she did? It was her business. “I’m sure that’s my business, not yours.”

“Yes, you’re right it is. I don’t know you, and it’s not my place, but you really shouldn’t get involved with those boys. They are nothing but trouble.” Debbie tried to explain.

“What bad boy isn’t?” Kat laughed. A lifetime with rockstars Kat was more than accustomed to bad boys. Hell, David was far from a choir boy, and even her son was known for scandal. Of course, neither of them had ever been as scandalous as her little brother Damien had been, and her father had sold more than his fair share of tabloids. No, bad boys were far from unusual to her. She knew exactly how to handle them, and Zeke would be no different.

“No, you don’t understand…” Debbie said anxiously pausing as Kat’s door opened.

Zeke stepped out wearing nothing but his jeans and interrupted them. “There you are.” He said wrapping his arms around Kat’s waist. “I almost thought you ran off on me.” He teased and looked at Debbie. There was an annoyance in his baby blues, but his tone was cool and collected. “Afternoon Debbie.”

Debbie stiffened her back and frowned. “Hello, Zeke.” She said coolly accompanied by a stern look of disapproval.

“Did I interrupt something?” He asked noticing how quiet things had gotten since he showed up.

“No, we were just talking,” Debbie said returning to her chair and sipping her drink. Kat wondered just what it was about Zeke that Debbie disliked. He seemed civil enough and had treated the woman with courtesy and yet she made her dislike for him no secret.

The sound of revving motors approaching grew louder and had drawn everyone’s attention. Kat watched as ten Harleys pulled in to the motel parking lot. There were men of all ages and builds. All decked out in jeans and leather. At least six of the bikes had a woman riding on the back. Some were young and pretty, and others looked the very definition of a w***e. Far too much makeup, teased hair, clothes that didn’t quite fit right and revealed far more than they should with all the tattoos and leather.

They pulled in and began obnoxiously yelling and making a ruckus, many of them looking upwards to the second story of the motel. Then one of the women pointed at them, and suddenly everyone’s attention was on Kat and Zeke. One young man got off his bike and walked over. His jet-black hair was short and spiked. He wore black jeans and a Heathens concert t-shirt under a leather vest that made Kat uncomfortable to see her husband’s band logo right there in her face. “There you are.” He grinned walking over. “Damn, she’s smoking.” He laughed slapping Kat on the bottom.

Kat jumped and was about to slug the man for touching her when Zeke grabbed him by the throat and slammed him hard against the outside wall of the motel. “Hay!” Zeke barked. “Keep your hands to yourself, Seth.” He demanded. “Or I’ll break your damn fingers off one by one.”

Seth put up his hands defensively trying to pry Zeke’s fingers from his throat. “Ok I get it, this one is a look but don’t touch. That’s all you had to say.” He laughed his eyes falling on Kat once more. “I can understand not wanting to share her.”

Zeke tossed Seth and the man stagger until he caught his balance a few feet away. “That warning goes for all,” Zeke said pointing at the rest of them and publicly staking his claim to Kat. Normally she would have protested such a chauvinist display but looking around at the other men she decided that Zeke’s protection would be wise to keep. It would minimize any future incidences. Besides, it was only for a few days. She could handle being viewed as his woman if it kept the others at bay, so long as he understood where he stood with her.

“Quit playing Zeke and get your ass dressed. We got to go.” Barked another man from his bike. This one was older with greying hair and an eye patch over his left eye. His face was blotchy with a thick beard. He didn’t say anything else, but Zeke seemed to know what he meant.

Zeke turned around and wrapped his arm around Kat’s waist pulling her against him. “Baby, I’m gonna need my shirt back.” He said pushing open the door and pulling her back inside. The door fell shut behind them, but Kat could still hear his friends hooting and hollering crude remarks outside. Zeke pressed Kat against the door stealing a kiss as his hands lifted his shirt pulling it off over her head. He then pulled his shirt on himself and groaned as he saw her leaning topless against the door. “Damn what I wouldn’t give for five more minutes with you.” He said sitting down on the foot of the bed and pulling on his leather boots.

“Do you have to go? I was thinking about sticking around another day or so.” She said coming over and sitting in his lap.

Zeke’s arms closed around her waist holding her near. “Oh, believe me, baby, I wish I didn’t have to, but if you are seriously staying what do you say I pick you up later and you come with me to a bush party?” He offered.

“Why can’t you just stay now?” She pouted.

“Now Kat, we’ve talked about this already. I’ll tell you my secrets when you tell me yours.” Zeke said looking her dead in the eye. “You ready to tell me yours?” Kat looked away. There was no way on earth she was telling Zeke anything about herself. “That is what I thought.” He picked her up and placed her on the bed then bent over to pick up his bandana from the floor. “We got a good ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ thing going on, let’s not ruin it.” He tied his bandana around his head and grabbed his jacket up off the floor. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” He promised, pulling his jacket on. Zeke offered her a kiss goodbye and then turned to walk out the door. Kat read the logo stitched onto the back of his jacket. Fiends why did that sound so familiar?

Kat opened her suitcase and took out a short white dress. It was simple but elegant. She dressed quickly and left the room in bare feet. She saw Zeke as he and Seth headed for their bikes.

“When?” She called after him.

Zeke turned around with a wicked smile and continued to walk backwards as he winked at her. “Soon sugar I promise.” He called back. Zeke then turned back and climbed onto his Harley. The many engines began to rev once more, and the noise almost hurt her ears. An infant upstairs began to cry, and the mother took the child back inside.

She watched as each bike ripped hazardously out of the parking lot and out of sight. Kat walked over to Debbie. She dropped down in the free folding chair next to her and offered a weary smile. “I’ll take that drink now.”

Debbie retrieved Kat a tall cold glass of lemonade and took a sip of her own. “I know it’s not my place, and I don’t even know you, but Zeke is a Fiend and Fiends are no good. He’s only going to get you hurt.”

“I’m a big girl; I can take care of myself,” Kat promised. She couldn’t help but feel that Zeke was getting a bummed wrap from this woman. He didn’t seem all that bad.

***

Zeke drove out to the trailer park just north of town. The lot of them parked outside a doublewide with tinfoil covering the windows and a huge snarling black dog chained up out front. Parking his bike Zeke swung his leg over the seat getting off, he followed the guys inside while the women hung out by the bikes talking and squabbling amongst themselves while the men went to work.

Inside the living room was filled with black duffle bags and barrels of chemicals. The kitchen looked like a chemist lab. In the past six months, Zeke had been in this trailer four times. It was one of their many Methamphetamine labs in charge of cooking up large orders and every few weeks they were brought in to transport the product from the lab to the next link in the chain. Each bag was packed with product and then strapped to the back of a bike. Each rider then transported the bag out of state to another passing it on. The relay shipped the drugs around the country distributing the drug and turning a tidy profit for the gang’s leaders, which often had a trickle-down effect among the ranks. It was a big money maker for the gang. Only one of the many pies the nationwide gang had their greedy little fingers in.

Zeke had made a total of four of these runs in his two years in Bartlett. Two hundred thousand members across North America it was hard to know everyone sporting their colours. When Zeke had driven into Tennessee two years ago, they had welcomed him into the folds but understandably didn’t trust him beyond sharing a beer at the bar or their parties. He had hung out every night and lived it up, making new friends and bonding with the boys, it had been more than a year before Jared Taggard, the man with one good eye, trusted him enough to let him in on the deal as a lookout. Another six months before he was offered a job as a transporter. The money was better, and he had the chance to meet more people.

Zeke had made all his runs with a partner. Jared didn’t trust him enough yet to let him make the runs alone. He was only in the house for ten minutes as they loaded the bags. Each man took one bag; it looked less conspicuous, which was the point. Zeke carried his bag out to his bike and strapped it to his back seat. He climbed on the bike and waited for Seth who had been his riding partner each time.

Seth joined him quickly; he was the one with the destination. Seth handed his bag to his girlfriend, and Heather put it on her back then climbed on the bike behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Seth kick-started his engine and Zeke followed suit. The two bikes pulled out and tore down the road, three other bikes behind them. They took off south once they reached the interstate while the other bikes took off in separate directions. It was clear to him that they were headed to Mississippi.

The run took three hours one way. They stopped at a roadside bar known for catering to bikers. They got off their bikes and took the bags inside with them, placing them beneath the table they chose. Seth ordered a round of beers then he and Zeke shot a game of pool while Heather plugged money into the jukebox and shook her ass on the dancefloor.

An hour later two other Fiend members came into the bar and joined them for a game of pool, which Zeke won, and after another beer, Seth and Zeke decided it was time to leave. They collected Heather, and the three of them exited the bar leaving their cargo with the two men they had been playing with. They hopped back on their bikes heading back to Tennessee.

They were speeding along the interstate when they saw flashing red and blue lights behind them. A highway patrol was trying to pull them over. Zeke and Seth shared an understanding look, and they both revved their engines and took off down the road. The sirens sounded behind them, and the two men led the officer on a high-speed chase down the interstate.

The officer must have called for backup since suddenly two more cruisers popped up in front of them. Seth tore off to the right and drove through a field going off road where the cars could not follow. Zeke took off left down a side road and came to a dead end where the area had been fenced off. He skidded sideways bringing his bike to a stop and turned it around to face the police who had closed in on him. Zeke threw up his hands in surrender; he knew he was caught.

The officer came over, his gun drawn, and ordered Zeke to get off his bike. Doing as he ordered Zeke lay face down on the ground putting his hands over his head. The officer searched him and then handcuffed him. Pulling Zeke up onto his feet, the officer walked Zeke over to the patrol car. He placed his hand on the top of Zeke’s head and eased him into the backseat.

Once inside Zeke realized he wasn’t alone. He was sitting next to a black man dressed like a gangbanger, but Zeke knew better he knew the man was a federal narcotics officer named Kurt Samson. “That was quite the chase.” The officer said as the door was shut.

“I couldn’t let you take me so easily,” Zeke said shifting in his seat as he looked out the window. “They better not scratch my bike when they tow it.” He snipped.

“What do you have?” Kurt asked.

“Not much, he still won’t let me make the runs alone. So far, each time the drop off points is Fiend friendly bars. It’s all real casual. You take in the product and go to a reserved table. You put the bags under the table and wait. The contacts come in and kick it with you, real casual like so not to raise suspicion. Then after some time you leave conveniently forgetting the bags and the contacts walk out with the product sometime later, no one’s the wiser.”

“Do you have contact names?”

“Yeah,” Zeke said clearing his throat and shifting uncomfortably; he hated being handcuffed, the metal always cut into his wrists, “but the contacts are always different. There are a lot of different players. I think they mix it up so that the authorities don’t start noticing regular meetings between certain members.” He said.

“How much are they transporting?”

“A few kilos per bag.” He said looking around. “But there is a whole lot more in the kitchen, ready for shipping, and it’s not the only kitchen. They got cooks all over the place.” Zeke said. “Now get these cuffs off me.”

“No way man, you got to go in, and you know it. It’s too suspicious if we just let you go after that chase. We got to charge you with something. Reckless driving or some s**t. Just pay the fine, and you’ll be out by morning.” Kurt said refusing to give the order to release Zeke.

Damn it he knew Kurt was right but he had plans. He had not expected them to pick him up tonight. He couldn’t spend the night in jail. “You don’t understand man; I got me a sweet honey waiting on me, and she will never forgive me if I don’t show up tonight. You got to let me go.”

“Sorry Zeke, but they saw us chasing you; we don’t want to risk blowing your cover. You’re going in; this girl will have to wait.” Kurt declared. Zeke slouched back in his seat and frowned. Kat was going to be ticked right off if she would even speak to him after this.