Nate ran a hand through his hair. He then pulled out his gun.
Mia let out a whimper. “Shit. What…”
“I’m counting to ten. At ten, I shoot. Unless you give me enough information. Go. One…”
“Holy shit,” Mia said. “Wait…”
“Two…”
“My uncle is a judge. I don’t know what he does other than that. I mean, I have nothing to do with his…”
“Three…”
“Fuck. Nate. He calls me when he needs my help with illegal poker games.”
“Four…”
“He holds them in underground places like this. In town. Like on the outskirts. It’s always big time businessmen and authorities and stuff. Okay?”
“Five…”
“I usually just waitress for the night. He trusts me that I won’t say anything. Apparently I look good mostly naked. My boss at the club wants me to strip. But he says I need new tits…”
“Six…”
“Uncle Jake called me and said he needed me. I’m fucking broke, okay?”
“Seven…”
“I showed up and he told me I needed to follow you guys. That’s it. Just follow and tell…”
“Eight…”
“Stop!” Mia cried out. “Just stop! I’m telling you.”
“Nine…”
“Nate! Please. I’m begging you. He told me to follow you and I did! That’s it. I never trailed anyone before except an ex who was cheating. So I guess I suck at it…”
“Ten.”
Mia’s jaw snapped shut.
Nate hesitated and then put his gun away. “That’s everything?”
“Yeah.”
“He sends you to do this shit?”
“Yeah.”
“He’s your uncle?”
“Step uncle, but, yeah…”
“He fuck you?”
“Christ, no. Never.”
“Has he tried to?”
“No. I would never…”
“You know, he tried to kill me.”
Mia felt her jaw fall to the floor. “What…”
“That’s why you were sent to follow us. Me. There’s some dirty things going on around here, babe. You picked a fucked up time to help your uncle out.”
Mia felt the emotion hit her again.
This time, Nate let her cry.
After a couple minutes Mia looked up at Nate. He was like a statue, not even caring now.
“Why are you crying? Because you got caught?” he asked.
“No. Because I’m not going to survive this, am I?”
“Honestly? Probably not.”
eight.
Nate didn’t want her to get to him. But she was. Damn, everything about her was real. Her words, emotions, fears. Even her tears were real. She was terrified to be there, chained to the wall, like the club would do to guys who deserved to be gutted.
Mia didn’t deserve that.
She had no idea what she was getting involved with right now.
“I’ll be back,” Nate said.
He turned and went to the door. As he left the room, he left Mia whimpering to herself. It brought back haunting memories of an old life. When Nate used to be a chunk of muscle for some guys who were really fucking dark, who would do really bad things.
Halfway up the ramp to the compound ground, Miller and Gaige waited.
“It’s bad,” Nate said.
“Define bad,” Gaige said.
“Her uncle is the judge.”
“Fuck,” Miller growled. “So she fucking knew…”
“No,” Nate said. “She didn’t. He brings her in to waitress at underground poker games.”
“Fucking hell,” Gaige said. “Didn’t we just have prospects busting those up? There’s more now? Under our nose?”
“He’s got connections deep,” Miller said. “Rightfully so. He’s a judge, right? So what do we do, Nate?”
“You’re the President,” Nate said. “I say we let her fly in the morning and tail her. Make her come back. She’s emotional. She doesn’t want any of this. She needs it.”
“Why?” Gaige asked.
“Money.”
“She’s a fucking whore,” Miller said.
Nate felt rage. He suppressed it. Someone calling Mia a whore shouldn’t bother him.
“I don’t like any of this,” Gaige said. “I say we take her and make it known we have her. That’s it. We hold the power.”
“Until phone calls are made,” Nate said. “Favors called in. Jesus Christ, man, we have to approach all this with care. This isn’t another club. This is… authority. I know we stand on our own, but they have…”
Miller cracked his knuckles and walked toward Nate. “Fuck this.”
He breezed by Nate and Nate chased after Miller. “What are you doing?”
“Making my position known.”
“Miller… she’s…”
Miller grabbed the door handle and opened the door. When Mia saw him, she kicked back and shook her head.
“No. Don’t kill me. I did what he said. I told everything. Fuck, Nate… you said…”
“Relax,” Miller growled. “Where’s your cell?”
“My phone? My pocket.”
“Get it,” Miller said to Nate.
Nate crouched and slipped his hand into Mia’s pocket. He looked at her and watched her face turn red. The feel of her leg… through her jeans… thinking about her red panties….
Nate got the phone and handed it back to Miller.
“Here’s what you’re going to do,” Miller send. “Sent a text to your uncle. Tell them that you’re still following us. That we left Frelen. Make it worth my time.”
Mia nodded. “Of course.”
Miller put a hand to Nate’s shoulder. “This son of a bitch saved your life tonight. If we had a vote, you’d be dead by now. But Nate insisted on it. That he’d talk to you. You don’t want to be in this, do you?”
“No,” Mia said. “I just help with the poker games.”
“Right. Those too. We’ll need to address that when the time comes.” Miller crouched down. “What I’m saying to you, sweet thing, is that you’re not going anywhere. You may drive that car of yours, but you’re not free. You’ve never been free and you never will be free. The only thing you can get from us is protection. Which is damn good. Really damn good. Because the second you slip up, or piss me off, you’re dead. I don’t care if you’ve got tits and a pussy, I don’t wear this patch for no reason. Understand?”
“Yes,” Mia said.
Miller put the phone down in front of Mia, just out of her reach. He stood up and looked at Nate. “You let her keep her fucking phone? She could have called…”
“Yeah, my fuck up,” Nate said.
“What happened with those prospects?” Gaige asked.
“They tried doing stuff to her,” Nate said. “Instead of guarding.”
“Fair enough,” Miller said. He threw a fist at Nate’s shoulder. It felt like a rock hit him. “You’re staying here tonight then. You keep an eye on things.” Miller looked at Mia. “Cuddle up close.” He laughed and winked.
“I’ll bring you some beer,” Gaige said. “Hang tight, brother.”
“Maybe some food?” Nate asked.
“Yeah,” Gaige said. “Sure thing.”
“Make sure she sends that text,” Miller said.
They shut the door and Nate was alone with Mia again. He dropped to his ass and grabbed the cell. He turned it on and opened the messages.
“Who’s Chris?” Nate asked.
“My boss.”
“You fuck him?”
“No.”
“Have you fucked anyone?”
“No. I’m a virgin.”
“Oh?”
Mia smiled. “No, I’m not a virgin. I just haven’t fucked my boss or my step uncle yet. Sorry.”
“No, that’s good,” Nate said. “Here, send the text. Let me read it before you send it.”
Mia ty
ped at the screen and then showed it to Nate.
“Send it,” he said.
It was sent and Nate grabbed the phone from her hand. He slid it across the floor. Then he looked at her again. “You’re fucking beautiful. How the hell did this happen to you?”
“What about you?” Mia asked Nate. “You could have had a different path.”
“I did. Darker than this. Miller saved my ass. Did a favor for him and the MC to get my cut and patches. So I know something about turning your back on other people. Ones you love. Family. It’s hard to do.”
“Yeah,” Mia said. “Well, I didn’t have family growing up. Uncle Jake controlled everything. My father was never part of my life. Uncle Jake forced my mother into so many rehabs she ended up just killing herself.”
“Thought he was your step uncle?”
“He is. My mother married a guy named Chet. If you want to know, Chet tried to fuck me. Twice. I fought him off both times.”
“Fuck, babe. I’m, uh, sorry…”
Nate watched Mia look up and strain her eyes, trying not to cry.
“You don’t have to talk about this shit,” Nate said. “We’re good here. Like this. Get some sleep. You’re up in the morning and back on the road.”
Mia sucked in a breath. “Okay. I didn’t choose this shit, Nate. And if… if you really did stick up for me…”
Mia’s eyes were big and beautiful. Her eyes almost changed color, somehow, becoming darker, more seductive. She definitely had a wild side about her. That much Nate could sense. Fuck, he could smell it on her.
“I stuck up for you,” Nate said.
Mia leaned toward him. “Thank you.”
She kept coming. The chains rattled on the floor. Her hand reached out and touched his cheek. Her nails gently scratched at his cheek.
Nate had enough of this shit.
He moved in and kissed her.
Enemy or not, she was fucking beautiful. Her lips were pouty and he wanted to taste them.
So he fucking did.
He kissed her once, twice, then pulled back.
Her cheeks were flush again. “Shit…”
“Yeah,” Nate said.
He moved in again and kissed her, this time harder. He inched toward her and grabbed her hand off his face. He put his hand to her face, then to the back of her neck. Keeping her close, tight, he opened his mouth, needing to taste that tongue of hers.
Controlling the kiss, Nate devoured her mouth. She let out sighs and whimpers, her body going limp, collapsing into him and his kiss. It was only supposed to be a hot kiss, nothing more.
Nate hurried and moved his hand down her neck to her chest. He squeezed over her shirt, his hand easily eating up her entire breast. It made him think about Mia’s word dumping on him… that her boss told her she needed bigger tits.
Fuck that.
Nate loved women just the way they were built. Everything perfectly custom and enjoyable. His hand twitched as his mind reminded him of those red panties. So he moved his hand again. Down to the bottom of her shirt. His thumb flicked at the button on her jeans, easily opening them.
You’re really doing this? This bitch followed you. She could be setting you up right now…
Nate couldn’t stop himself. His hand slipped into Mia’s jeans, over her panties. Down along the warmth of her center, his fingers curled around her panties, pressing against her. His fingertips found the lacy edges and pulling them aside gave him access her to soft, moist folds. The second his fingers touched her, Mia thrust. Jumping, groaning, her head falling back.
Staying with the moment, Nate kissed at her neck. Her sweet neck. Running his lips up and down her once and pulling away. He looked down, seeing his hands in her jeans. The tips of his middle and ring fingers made circles against her tender pussy.
“Fuck, yes,” she purred.
Mia reached between Nate’s legs and gripped him. Her small hand posed no threat to what he had hidden in his jeans. She cupped, squeezed, then grabbed at his belt buckle. Nate knew how this was going to end. If he opened his jeans he was going to plow into her. Right here in this shitty, concrete room. Where so many people had been tortured and killed.
Fuck.
With his other hand, Nate grabbed the bottom of Mia’s shirt. He pulled it up with force, his fingertips slicing under her bra. He ripped it up to her chin, exposing her perfect little tits. Her nipples were small, pointed, her tits creamy and made for sucking on.
“Fucking hell,” Nate growled. “They’re fucking perfect.”
Mia let out a whimper as he came forward, kissing her breasts. His tongue circled her nipples, flirting and enjoying how she breathed and moved. He moved his mouth over her left breast and sucked hard. Mia cried out and thrust her chest at him, trying to stay with him. Nate brought his hand up from her pussy and stuck it into her panties. He thrust two fingers into her pussy with ease, sliding along her slickness, feeling her throb against him.
Back and forth, in and out, quickly needing to go for the kill. He wanted Mia to fucking come all over his fingers. Feeling that gooey wetness clinging to his fingers as she cried his name.
Nate sucked and pulled off her tit. He purposely let his teeth graze hard against her nipple. She cried out, her hand squeezing harder at his cock.
Soon, babe, you’ll have my dick… soon…
Nate saw how raw and red Mia’s tit was. It only seemed right to make the other one match. He gently kissed her, teasing as she breathed wildly. He jammed his two fingers deep into her pussy and opened his mouth wide. He engulfed her tit and pulled back with a hard suckle. Mia writhed and yelled until her voice cracked.
When he pulled away from her chest, Nate looked at Mia. She was taken off guard by all this and that was fucking fine.
His eyes locked with hers and he curled his lip. “Fucking come. Right now.”
Mia’s bottom lip quivered. “I’m… so close…”
“Good, babe,” Nate said.
His fingers slammed into her again, twisting, pulling back. There wasn’t much room to work with because of her fucking jeans and panties, but it was all good. She was warm, wet, the smell of her pussy filling the room. Nate gritted his teeth and moved back to Mia’s body. He skipped her tits this time and let the tip of his tongue flirt down her belly.
That’s when she started to go wild. He was hunched over, on his knees on a concrete floor, his hungry tongue seeking out pussy. It was wild, but it was exactly what Nate could ever ask for.
He tasted below her belly button, down to her bare and smooth mound. The scent of her body filled his nose even more. Fucking hell, he was certainly staking his claim on her. Over and over.
“Nate, I’m…”
Mia touched the back of his head and cried out. Her legs stiffened and her hips started to convulse. Nate didn’t even get to taste her pussy before she started to come.
That was fine though. He’d get it all later. Whenever the fuck he wanted it.
As Mia came, she put her hands to the floor and lifted her body. Moving left to right, those sexy hips worked with her own needs and wants. The throb of her insides made Nate wonder how in the fuck he’d fit his cock into and stay there when she came.
Holy fuck… she was amazing…
Nate slowly eased up on her body and then brought his hands up out of her jeans. He ran his fingers along her mound and belly, leaving a trail of her own wetness.
When he looked at her again, he lost it.
Nate hurried to his feet, positioning himself in front of her. He put a hand to the wall and reached down to his jeans with the other hand. He was too hard, too full, too ready to just slow down. Fuck, Mia already had him halfway there, just sitting there with her jeans open, shirt and bra pulled up. And, yeah, the idea that her wrists were locked up to chains turned him on too.
Fuck it… it worked.
Nate unzipped his jeans and grabbed at his thick cock. He wrestled himself free and then put his other hand to the wall. There were no words need
ed for what was going to happen next.
Mia’s eyes went wide. She reached up and tried to grip him. Holding at the root of his cock, she offered a few small pumps as her mouth came at him. Her tongue licked him first, just under the head of his cock, at the bottom of his shaft.
Letting out a deep breath, Nate felt himself swelling, wanting to explode already.
Hurry, babe. Earn it.
Mia opened her mouth and pressed her lips to the tip of his cock. She slid over him a little and then quickly pulled back. Her lips against that sensitive part of his cock made him hiss. Mia repeated the motion again… and again… until Nate groaned and thrust forward, forcing himself deeper into her mouth. Mia’s eyes shut and she groaned, her mouth instantly full. He slowly pulled back, letting his dick pop free from her mouth. He growled and came at her again. Mia opened her mouth and accepted him. Her lips were over him, her tongue fighting to slide against the bottom of his smooth shaft.
When he pulled back, she chased him down, refusing to let his cock leave her mouth.
“Fuck,” Nate groaned.
Such a subtle and sexy move.
Nate then just stood there and let Mia do the rest of the job. Her head moved back and forth, her hair dancing around. Looking down beyond his dick getting sucked so good, he saw her little tits bouncing. Perky, firm, her nipples still hard.
Reaching his final few thrusts, Nate braced himself as he started to thrust at Mia again. He bent his knees a little and then gritted his teeth. With a groan and a hiss, Mia’s mouth went down his cock again. As she pulled back, Nate lost himself. He started to come, his cock pulsing, spilling into Mia’s mouth.
The fucking woman who had been following him. She could be a fucking liar, traitor, some bitch that deserved a gun in her mouth instead of a cock.
But too late, right?
Nate’s dick was in her mouth and he was still coming.
Mia stayed with him, moving down and pulling back with the throb of his dick.
After a few more slow and perfect thrusts, Nate pulled out of Mia’s mouth. He just stood there, staring down. Mia looked up at him with those beautiful eyes. Nate’s dick bounced, glistening from his orgasm and Mia’s spit.
Backing up, Nate tucked his cock away. He zipped up and turned around. It felt good… but it shouldn’t felt that good.
A second later the door opened and Griffin was there with food and beer. “Hey, br…” He saw Mia sitting there with her pants open and tits hanging out. “You don’t wait long, huh?”
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