Dancing With Danger

by Christine Michelle

  To my surprise a pair of black boxer-briefs held his impression erection snuggly as he did so. I’m not sure why I always pictured him going commando, but seeing that he wasn’t made me giggle.

  “What the hell is that about?” Rage asked with a smirk on his face. I shrugged.

  “Just never pictured you a boxer-briefs guy,” I replied honestly while I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra strap.

  “And what did you picture, darlin’, silk boxers or something? I am a biker, you know.” He was stalking towards the bed, and me, before I could answer.

  “I pictured you in nothing underneath those jeans. Maybe it was just wishful thinking for ease of access.” I winked as he came down on top of me, knocking me flat to my back, and helping pull my arms free of the bra that no longer wanted to stay up on my breasts now that its clasps were released in back.

  As he dropped the bra to the side with one hand his other came down, trailing his fingers gently across each of my nipples causing them to perk up even more than the slight chill in the air had already done. “You’re so damn perfect, darlin’.” His voice came out a hoarse whisper that sent chills dancing across my skin. “So fuckin’ perfect,” he managed to mutter before his head dipped down and our lips met in the sweetest of movements. A slight brush of flesh on flesh, a quick flick of his tongue, and then his hand moved to the back of my neck and pulled me toward him where those sweet kisses flamed into passionate, uncontrolled, torturous dips of our tongues into each other mouths. We took turns chasing and relinquishing control for a time, before I noticed his hands were kneading my breasts too. Yes, the kisses were that hot that I didn’t actually notice all the other stimulation going on at first.

  The pull and tug of my nipples between his finger and thumb brought a yelp from my lips just as he tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth. “Just the beginning darlin’. I’ll have you screaming for real soon enough.” His fingers trailed across my ribs, down over my belly, and lower to the little satin panties that were the only layer of clothing left between us since he’d ditched the boxers at some point before tackling me to my back on the bed.

  As Rage moved further down my body his mouth stopped periodically along the way to taste a trail of my skin as he went. First, it was with little nips and sucks of my neck, then my collarbone. Then his licks and nibbles landed on the soft fleshy part of my upper breast before he locked on to first my right and then my left releasing both with an audible pop that had me flooding my panties just a little bit more. Rage dropped lower and began planting kisses along my belly button as his fingers grasped hold of my panties near my hip bones and began sliding them down my thighs. I raised my hips a bit to make the task easier on him, which also earned me one of his full dimpled smiles before his mouth went back to work tasting its way down my lower abdomen and into the space my panties once occupied.

  He traced the trail of my landing strip’s worth of pubes straight to my juicy center, first with his fingers and then with his tongue. Sweet hot fiery heaven. That tongue on my body was a thing mere mortals should never be allowed to experience. It was heaven, nirvana, Valhalla… Just as those thoughts rolled through my head Rage lifted his head from between my legs and rumbled out, “nectar of the fuckin’ gods, darlin’.”

  Apparently we were on the same divine page. He didn’t hesitate in diving back down and taking from me everything he wanted and I was willing to give. Then he took even more. Fingers searched, touched, and left a trail of want in their wake as his tongue and mouth devastated me in the very best of ways. It didn’t take long before I was crashing back down to earth from heaven on a ride consisting of rippling muscles, and a rush of wetness that had the man before me rambling out obscenities as he climbed his way up my body and thrust deep inside me without any hesitation.

  “Rage,” I moaned out as he slammed inside me to the hilt. He was a large man in body, stature, and personality. His manhood matched it all and then some. I had never felt so damn full inside in my life. The sensation was just this side of discomfort, as he stayed still while completely sheathed in me, giving me a moment to catch my breath and adjust to his size. As soon as he felt my hips twitch beneath him he growled out, “hang on, darlin’,” and pulled out to just the tip before slamming back inside.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hissed out with each pump back into me. “The way you grip me, darlin’.” I could see the strain on his body after a quite some time, feel the sweat dripping off his brow and falling to my chest and neck. His hand moved down so his fingers could strum my clit and get me closer to my second release so I could go over with him, but then he let go, pulled out of me, flipped me over onto my hands and knees and rammed back inside me all before I could even wrap my head around what was happening. His strong fingers gripped into my hips pulling me just as hard as he was slamming into me, doubling up on the force, and hitting something inside me along the way that I swear had never been touched before. I knew, in the back of my mind somewhere, that it was my cervix he was bumping into. The bite of pain with each hit mixed deliciously with the ecstasy every time the head of his cock rolled across that sensitive patch inside me that was already causing my insides to quiver, just shy of my orgasm rolling through me.

  “Almost, oh my God, Raaaaggee!” His name flew from my lips as my body convulsed beneath him. My pussy contracted around his shaft and he seemed to be having trouble moving beyond my involuntary grip.

  “Sweet fuckin’ Jesus, darlin’. Never felt anything so goddamn good in all my life!” He continued moving in and out of me twice more, slamming home the final time as hot release coated my insides. The warmth of his body covering my own as he attempted to catch his breath kept me from becoming chilled in the air conditioned room as the sweat began to dry on parts of my skin where he wasn’t in contact with me.

  Rage gently nipped at the skin between my shoulder and neck as he rolled us so that we could collapse on our sides. He was still inside of me even after our move and I relished the feeling of him being there even as I felt him growing softer post-release. “I can’t believe we’ve been missing out on that experience all this time,” I finally managed to get the words past my lips as he chuckled behind me. The movement of his chest against my back sent sweet gooseflesh dancing across my skin.

  “I’m not regretting anything, because we are free and clear of a lot of drama that would have overshadowed what we just shared. This way, you didn’t have anything holding you back, darlin’.” I knew he was right as his words sank in. If we had attempted this before I found out Josh was dead it would have been tainted by the fact that I was a married woman and technically belonged to someone else, even if that bastard had tried been trying to have me killed.

  “You’re right. It was better this way.” His arms squeezed tighter where they were wrapped around my middle with one coming up to tuck between my breasts and clasp my shoulder, pulling me back as tight to his body as he could get me. “I have a question for you though. Hell, I probably should have gotten the answer to this long before that just happened.”

  His brows knit together in confusion as he studied my features.

  “I don’t know your name. I just know you by Rage, but surely you have a real name somewhere too that you go by.”

  He smiled at me, dimples popping through the stubble that covered his cheeks. “In another life I went by Ryder Lancaster. I suppose I still do every year when it comes time to file taxes or whatever, but no one has called me by that in a long damn time, darlin’.” My jaw had slackened and Rage reached over with a finger and tipped my mouth closed again. “What about my name is so damn shocking to you?”

  I giggled then. “It’s not your name that has me awestruck. I didn’t realize you paid taxes,” I joked.

  “Ha, ha, funny lady. We have to be as legit as possible on paper so we don’t trip too many trips to see us from the feds. I have a real job too, so yeah, I pay taxes.”

  I was puzzled then, because other than the first day I showed up to
Renegade Ruby’s I hadn’t seen Rage go off to a normal 9-5 job. Hell, that day, I thought maybe he was a bouncer at the bar, but he certainly didn’t spend enough nights away from the clubhouse for that to be true. “What exactly is your job?”

  “I hold part ownership in both the auto shop and Renegade Ruby’s.

  “Oh, I guess that makes sense then. I didn’t realize you were part owner.”

  “What did you think I did, darlin’?” He asked with humor in his voice.

  “I don’t know, at first I thought you were a bouncer at the club since you were the one to escort me back to the office to see Spinner. I figured he ran the joint.” I shrugged my shoulders up and down.

  “At first? Why just at first?”

  “Well, then you were around too often in the evenings and at night here, so I figured there was no way you were a bouncer there. I guess I just assumed the club was your only job then.”

  He smiled, kissed the top of my head, and pulled me closer. “Well, now you know pretty much all there is to know about me. My name, and the fact that I’m not some club slacker with no real job under his belt.” I felt the fact that he was laughing more so than heard it. So I smacked a hand down on his bare chest that had finally cooled off after our round of heated sexcapades.

  “Whatever. At least its better than me, seeing as to how I am currently an unemployed stripper with a pity-bartending job. Hey, that reminds me,” I said to him as I looked into his warm amber brown eyes. “Almost everyone here, except Shameless calls me Showgirl now, why don’t you?”

  “Rabbit gave that name to you, it’s a name for them to use. You’re my woman, my darlin’, my Charlie. I get more of you than they get of Showgirl. They get that side of you only. All the rest is mine, so what I call you will always be just mine too, darlin’.”

  Well, hell, I definitely wasn’t going to argue that point.

  “As for the rest of you said prior to that, you need to knock that shit right out of your head now. You’re a fucking dancer, and I don’t mean the kind that takes her clothes off for money. You only did that shit out of necessity because you were on the run and in hiding. Now, you bartend for the club, but you’re also a choreographer for the girls from Ruby’s. Both of those positions help support our club, and that’s important as fuck, darlin’. Do not ever sell yourself short.” He huffed and then squeezed me tight. “Besides, there are plenty of women who would have shown up here in hysterics, crying for our help, and never offering to lift a hand to help themselves or us. That sure as fuck ain’t you. From day one, you looked to earn your own keep, and not by doing it on your back like the BRATs either. Me and the rest of the guys here have crazy respect for that, darlin’. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

  “Okay,” I managed to breathe out as he kissed me once more and I snuggled in deeper to the warmth his body provided as he wrapped himself around me. I was just about to drift off into a post coital nap when a knock on the door startled me. “Hey guys, hate to disturb whatever kind of quiet fucking you have going on in there, but Iceman needs to see you down in the office.” I recognized Rabbit’s voice and his chuckle as Rage grabbed one of my shoes from beside the bed and chucked it at the door.

  “We’ll be there in a 15.”

  “It hasn’t been three weeks. Do you think its time anyway?” I asked, worry apparent in my tone. We had planned for three weeks, but it was with the knowledge that we might have to speed up the timeline if it became apparent that there was just too much danger in waiting.

  “Maybe,” he answered back. “You know, you don’t have to do this.”

  “I do though. How else are we going to draw them out? You have had people searching for them all week and there hasn’t been a trace since the image that was captured by security footage that Agent Cooper showed us.”

  “Fuck if I don’t know that, but I still think it’s too dangerous to use you as bait.” His gruff voice was laced with frustration as he spoke.

  “They’ll think I’m dead already though. How dangerous can it really be for me?”

  “Considering Bishop had you play dead once before, pretty fucking dangerous. They may be more inclined to be certain you’re not breathing as a result.” Rage scooped me up from the bed where our combined fluids were starting to leak out of me. It was only then that it really dawned on me that we’d just had unprotected sex. I had never had sex without a condom before, not even with Josh. Rage and I had talked about birth control and the fact that we were both clean, but it still took a leap of faith to believe in that, especially after seeing how the club members were with the easy pussy around the clubhouse. I knew that Rage used to participate in that lifestyle at some point. Just the thought sent a shiver through my body.

  “Sorry, darlin’, I’ll have the water heated up for you in just a sec.” Rage thought my chill was because of the air temperature and I was willing to let him keep believing that for now. No use letting him know that I didn’t fully trust him. Hell, it wasn’t even that I didn’t trust him. I didn’t trust myself, or my ability to see the truth when it was right in front of me. I had married a man that had never been mine. How long had it taken me to see that? How long had it been before I suspected Josh was meeting up with another woman? What the fuck had been wrong with me that I hadn’t put two and two together much sooner? No, it wasn’t Rage I was questioning at all. It was me. Not that he would see it that way though.

  “You still with me, Charlie?” The use of my name brought me out of my thoughts. He never called me anything other than darlin’ so it was startling.

  “Yeah, sorry. I just got lost in thought about everything…” I left what my thoughts were vague, because he really didn’t want to know where my mind had wandered.

  He smiled down at me as he guided me into the large shower and under the spray of hot water. “Don’t worry, darlin’, we’ll make sure you have plenty of guys watching out for you while you’re vulnerable. I won’t have it any other way. Now, let’s get you cleaned up so we can go meet up with Iceman and see what’s doin’. With any luck, he’ll have news that the assholes have been found, and none of the smoke and mirrors we planned out will be necessary.”

  I scoffed at that. “I could only be so lucky,” I huffed out. He tipped my head back as he made sure the water saturated every strand before he started shampooing my hair for me. I moaned out loud without any thought, because his fingers running over my scalp, massaging there, felt amazing.

  “I do love those noises you make,” he told me with a laugh. “But maybe save them for later when we have more time.”

  “You might want to let me take over then, because if you keep your hands on me like that you’re either going to drive me back onto your cock or into a pleasure coma.”

  “Fuck, darlin’! The things that come out of your mouth!” He leaned in and took my lips harshly with his own while pushing me back into the stream of warm water as he washed the suds from my hair while taking what he wanted from my mouth. Finally, he pulled away, but not before his cock had fully hardened between us again. He glanced down into my eyes with a look of sheer disappointment. “We definitely don’t have time for what I want to do to you right now, but later, before any plans can take place…” he grinned big so that his dimples popped out on his cheeks. “I will have you riding me like a wild fuckin’ cowgirl, darlin’.” I giggled at the thought of me bucking on him while slinging a cowboy hat around above my head in circles. Then I finished washing up, and moved out of the way so that he could take care of himself while I dried off.

  I was hoping like hell I would get another shot at showering with Rage, because soaping him up and making sure every single inch of his body was cleansed by my hands and mouth was a dream I definitely needed to come true. It didn’t take long for the two of us to get ourselves ready and within twenty minutes – not fifteen – we were down in Iceman’s office waiting to hear how our lives were about to change.

  Chapter 15

  We had a plan in place.


  We had a plan in place. I kept telling myself those same words on repeat, like the mantra they were quickly becoming, as the van the hospital sent out to transport my ‘body’ rolled and bumped down the pothole laden drive from the clubhouse.

  We had a plan in place.

  This was part of the plan. Too bad I was freaking the fuck out, because I was currently stuffed into a black body bag, secured to a metal gurney, and it felt like I was suffocating on the stale air inside. Panic was overtaking me a little bit as I continued to be jostled by the van’s movements while the little shit who had come to collect me had zero fucks to give about it. I guess he shouldn’t since he assumed I was what I was pretending to be, a corpse.

  I was being taken to the hospital as the victim of an overdose. I had never had a drug problem before, but word had been spread in advance of my death notice that I’d picked up a new habit while on the run and bouncing from gentleman’s club to strip club to titty bar working my way northeast. Iceman had told us two days ago, in our little meeting of the minds, that Macy, or Cutie-Pie as the guys knew her, was questioned by some bikers wearing Tribe patches. She informed them that I’d been fired, because I was caught doing blow in a backroom with a client. It wasn’t normally an offense worthy of letting someone go at such a fine establishment, but I had also apparently caused drama and beat one of the other dancers when she attempted to offer a lap dance to said client a little while later.

  None of that sounded like me, but then again, people go crazy, and act out of character when they’re on the run for their lives. Macy set the groundwork for our plan with her little lie, and gained some favor from the Aces High guys who had turned her out several months before after she broke their rules. She even confirmed what The Tribe already knew. I was more than likely in the Dakotas somewhere, because that’s the direction Macy had pointed me in for employment when I took off.