Page 24 of Striker

Spending time at the ranch reminded me of back when we were young. I spent so many days and nights at the Crawford’s ranch to escape my life at home. My Pop wasn’t a bad man, he was just tangled up with the club. My Ma was always in her art studio or locked in her bedroom, until the day she died in the accident. The Crawfords treated me like their own kid; chores and everything. I was at peace on this ranch. Here, I was just Levi Walker, not Striker, not the President of the MC, just Levi Daniel Walker.

Lilah and I grabbed some food, drinks, and a few blankets. Heading out to the barn, it felt like when we were little kids again. “Our old hoist is still there!” Lilah looked like a kid on Christmas morning as she ran toward in the barn.

We put our food in the bucket and climbed up the ladder to the hay loft. While Lilah laid a blanket down, I pulled up our food and drinks. She quickly made a whole spread while I opened our beer. We ate, we drank, and we reminisced about old times. The stars were shining bright and the moon lit up the old hayloft through the open hay doors. Lilah and I were lying back on the blanket and makeshift pillows made of hay covered by an old quilt, her head resting on my chest.

“Do you remember when we would sneak out here as kids and make forts in the hay bales? Your brothers would grab all the snacks they could hold in their hands and you would be running behind them, blankets dragging across the ground.”

Lilah laughed as she ran her hand up and down my chest. “Oh my God, yes! Mama would always get upset that we used her good quilts. But it was so worth it.” I kissed the top of her head and gently ran my fingers through her hair.

“I used to come out here when I was missing my Ma. My Pop spent more time at the clubhouse than he did at home that first year. I would fall asleep and your Mama always covered me up with a blanket, she never said a word to me.”

Lilah sat up, blush creeping across her cheeks, “That wasn’t my Mama. I used to see your flashlight at night. It shined right in my window. I would sneak out and bring Mama’s lucky quilt for you.”

I was completely stunned. My Little Lark had been taking care of me ever since I was little and I didn’t even know it. It made me fall in love with her even more. Taking her face in my hands, I leaned down and softly kissed her. Lilah leaned into me, her hands coming behind my head. Her lips had hints of whiskey on them and I could taste the sweet cherry coke as my tongue pushed past her plump lips.

I pulled back and just stared down at the beautiful woman in front of me. “Do you remember when I brought you out here on your sixteenth birthday? I was so nervous.”

Lilah looked at me suspiciously. “You? Levi Daniel Walker was nervous? I could barely breathe I was so nervous! You were like the epitome of cool, calm, and collected!” Lilah fell onto her back, laughing so hard that she held her stomach while tears ran down her face.

“Wow, thanks for laughing at me. Trying to be open and honest here, jerk.” She sat up, her face became serious and she gently put her hand on my leg.

“Oh, Striker, babe, I’m sorry. It’s just that you’re the big bad motorcycle guy. Even at eighteen, you were this badass all the girls wanted.” A smile broke out on my face and I laughed at my sweet Little Lark. I could see the confusion in her eyes before it finally hit her that I was just kidding. I could see a devilish spark forming in her eyes.

“You jerk! I almost felt bad for a second!” Lilah kicked off her boots and climbed on my lap. She slowly took her sweater off, a mischievous spark in her eye. “Do you remember after the homecoming game, we came back here and snuck into the barn? Everybody thought we were at the bonfire with the rest of the town.” She ran her fingernails down my chest, dipping under my shirt. “I had on that cute little white sundress. You couldn’t keep your hands off of me that day.” Lilah slowly took off her tank top, leaving her in just a deep red, lacy bra and her scrub pants.

My cock was slowly rising, turned on by my Little Lark. “Oh I remember, baby. That was the best night of my life.” Lilah smiled as she continued on.

“I had been waiting for that night forever, babe. I just wanted to give you all of me. Do you remember how nervous I was? It was so silly. But I just wanted to be good for you.” She grabbed my vest and slowly pushed it off, then took the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head. “I was so nervous Mama or Daddy was going to catch us. But nobody even knew where we were.” My mouth was so dry and my jeans were too tight against my rising cock. “Remember how we stayed out here all night? Like we couldn’t get enough of each other?” Her hand slowly made its way to my belt, undoing it and working on my zipper.

I grabbed her hips and flipped her onto the quilt. A gasp came out of her pretty little mouth, Lilah’s eyes became as big as saucers, lighting up with lust and need. “Oh my sweet, Little Lark. Why don’t we relive that night again.”

Chapter 17

Lilah

Striker grabbed thewaistband of my pants and pulled them down my legs, “Goddamn, babe. This little red number looks hot on you.” I reached up and took the elastic out of my hair, letting it all fall down around me, fanning out like a halo. Striker plunged his rough fingers through my hair, gently tugging at the nape of my neck so my head was angled up to his lips. His lips came down on mine and the world around us disappeared. His grip tightened in my hair, pulling me into him. Striker’s hungry mouth melded into mine, the cool chill of the summer night gently caressing us as our bodies heated up with passion. The tip of his tongue brushed my lips, coaxing them to open up. As I opened my lips, Striker’s tongue thrust in, sending a wildfire roaring through my body.

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