by Lilly Atlas
Lila didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the fire in his gaze that made her lose her inhibitions, but as Striker drew closer, she slid her hands down her body, and rocked her hips to the music in a way that left no question as to what she wanted from him. When he reached her, his arm shot out. Long fingers slid into the waistband of her jeans and yanked her body to his. Flush against her, his hot, aroused form moved them to the music.
“Where the fuck did you learn to move your gorgeous body like this? Shit babe, you’ve got every man in the room rock hard and panting, and you don’t even know it.”
She gave him a sexy smile. “Can’t tell you all my secrets.”
The song changed, and Striker shifted, positioning one of his legs between hers so that her heated center, which was quickly growing damp, rested against his thigh. One of his callused hands molded around one round globe of her ass while the other slid under her shirt searing the smooth skin of her back with its heat. Their eyes met, and she wound her arms around his neck to play with the hair at the base of his head. The smoldering intensity in his eyes mesmerized her, and their bodies moved as one to the music, rocking and grinding.
The hard expanse of Striker’s jean clad thigh rubbed against Lila’s mound and sent delicious jolts of pleasure through her core. It wasn’t enough. She tilted her pelvis, pressed closer, and ground herself down on his thigh in search of relief. Their mouths met, and his cock twitched where it lay trapped between them at the same time her pussy clenched with need.
They were barely dancing anymore, and about two seconds away from making love on the dance floor. Lila knew somewhere in the back of her mind that she should be mortified by her behavior. She felt self-conscious kissing him in public, and here she was ready to fuck him in front of his club and a bunch of strippers. But she didn’t care enough to stop, she was too far gone, needed him too much.
Lost in her lust, Lila didn’t notice he had maneuvered them to the back corner of the dance floor. He broke their mouths apart and stepped back a fraction, steering her around a corner and into a long dark hallway, which led to the back exit. A dim glow lit the hallway from one light bulb near the exit door. It was bright enough to see the hallway was empty and to see some of Striker’s features, but low enough they could hide in the shadows.
“I need to make you come.” He thumbed open her jeans, separated the fabric enough to get his hand inside, and sank two fingers into her tight channel. “Damn baby, you are so wet for me.”
“Yes,” she hissed with a jerk of her hips as his fingers curled inside her. Pleasure invaded her brain until she could think of nothing but the amazing sensations shooting form her center. “I need you to make me come.”
He chuckled and melded his mouth to hers, trapping her bottom lip between his teeth before his tongue soothed over the slight sting.
Lila wasn’t able to keep still. She shamelessly rode his hand in the hallway where anyone could walk by at any time. She was beyond caring. Maybe she’d regret her actions when her head cleared, but for now she glided on a wave of lust and need so consuming all she could think of was release.
“More, Striker. I need more. Fuck me, please. I need to feel you fill me up, all the way, not just your hand.”
“Jesus, baby, do you have any idea how fuckin’ sexy you are? I’m never gonna get enough of you.” With rushed movements, he unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans down far enough to release his iron hard shaft. His arms slid under her thighs and he lifted her with minimal effort. “Wrap these beautiful legs around me, baby.”
Lila didn’t waste any time locking her ankles around his back, and reaching for his cock, to position him at her entrance. As he rammed into her, Lila’s head fell back against the wall and she cried out. There wasn’t anything in her life that made her feel as good as she did when Striker was inside her. Everything negative faded away, and her world was just…right.
He held still for a moment, which allowed her time to adjust. The burn and stretch of his penetration drew a whimper from her throat, and in a flash, the need for him to move overwhelmed her.
“Please, Striker,” she begged as she tried to move her hips on his cock.
Striker must have sensed what she needed because he pistoned in and out with a frenzied pace.
In mere seconds, Lila flew into ecstasy. Her legs clamped around his body to clutch him as close as possible as she came apart. Her body bucked and shook. Electricity shot from her core, out through her entire being. Striker fused his mouth to hers stifling what would have been an epic scream of completion.
Lila was so caught up in her own intense orgasm she barely registered Striker when he followed her over the edge with a final powerful thrust.
“Holy shit,” she whispered as she floated down from the high. “I have never experienced anything like that in my life. I don’t know what came over me.”
His forehead rested on her shoulder, and his torso kept her anchored to the wall, the only thing preventing her from collapsing on the floor in an exhausted heap. With a chuckle, he reached back and unwound her legs from his waist. “I don’t know either, but I sure as hell liked it. You gonna be able to stand if I set you down?”
“Maybe.”
Striker placed her feet on the floor, and stayed with her until she proved she was steady. “No regrets?”
She thought for a millisecond. Did she regret the most intense sexual experience of her life? No. But she did regret that she didn’t regret it. “No, Striker, no regrets.”
Just when they finished covering themselves, the door at the far end of the hallway opened and Jester strode in. He zeroed right in on them, and his face broke out in a wide grin. “Oh good, you’re done.”
Lila’s eyes bugged out of her head, and her jaw dropped. “You saw us? Oh my God,” she sputtered. She wanted to crawl in a whole and die.
“No worries, Doc. As soon as I realized someone was making use of this lovely hallway, I stepped outside.” He approached them with a smirk on his face that made her suspicious.
Lila attempted to smooth her now tangled hair back in place, and tried to clarify. “So you didn’t see anything?”
“Got an eyeful of Striker’s white ass.”
“Did you like what you saw, motherfucker?” He slugged Jester in the arm and the bigger man winced.
“Ow, brother, that fuckin’ hurt. I was a gentleman and made sure not to look at anything of Lila’s below the face.” He rubbed at his arm.
She breathed out a shaky breath of relief. Sounded like he only saw enough to figure out who was making use of the hallway.
“I do have to say one thing though.”
“What’s that?” Striker asked, his voice laden with warning.
Jester turned to Lila and gave her a wicked grin. “Girl, the look on your face when you come is fuckin’ beautiful.”
With that parting shot he took off down the hallway, and narrowly avoided being grabbed as Striker lunged for him. “Asshole! Want me to gouge those eyes out?”
Oh. My. God. Lila sank against the wall and covered her face with her hands as the reality of what just happened set in. Sex against the wall in the MC clubhouse? She was a doctor, a pillar in her community, and the daughter of a powerful businessman, not a woman who had sex in a public place with a criminal. In the back of her mind she knew she was being unfair to Striker, emphasizing that one aspect of him, but she was starting to panic. She barely recognized herself anymore, and part of her worried she was too far down the rabbit hole to find her way back to who she was supposed to be.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Gumby’s party turned out to be a huge success, and the club seemed to benefit from a night away from the stress of the conflict with the Grimm Brothers. Not that everyone had had a night off. Late in the night, after Lila had fallen into a deep, orgasm-induced sleep, Striker had slipped downstairs to meet with the prospects who’d been staking out the Grimm’s clubhouse that night.
Jackal hadn’t been spotted once sin
ce they started the daily watch. Snake, however, was ever present and appeared to be fully in the position of power. That meant any deals or pacts they may have agreed upon with Jackal were null and void. And now that the psychotic serpent was leading the Grimms, chances of a peaceful resolution to their problems were slim.
The club could handle a bloody war if that’s what was required. It wasn’t ideal, but they would survive it, and probably come out on top. Especially if there was any chance the Grimm Brothers were divided over Snake’s rise to power. What Striker couldn’t handle, was a continued threat to Lila.
They’d made love again last night. This time slowly, the frenzied need out of their system. They’d lingered, explored, and worshiped each other for hours, ending in an explosive climax that had shaken him beyond the physical. Striker was in deep with Lila, but her worth was so much greater than his. His biggest fear was that if this continued, his lifestyle would destroy her.
Heavy thoughts weighed on his mind while they rode back to his house. Flying down the highway thorough the open desert on his bike with Lila’s arms tight around him, and her body snug against his back was quickly becoming his favorite activity. The vast desert scenery soaring by as the bustle of town grew distant had always been something he enjoyed, and he found it even better when Lila experienced it with him. Most experiences seemed to be that way.
Unfortunately, his deliberations, caused him to let his guard down, and a glance in the mirror revealed three bikes spanning the width of the road about a quarter mile behind them.
Shit.
They could only be Grimm Brothers, and that meant he and Lila were fucked. Images of Hook’s bloodied face flashed in his mind along with the knowledge of what they could do to Lila. Fuck! He should have had a few of his brothers ride with them. They didn’t stand a chance without backup.
Maybe he could outrun the Grimms. They were just a few miles from his house, and Striker knew this area like the back of his hand. The Grimms weren’t as familiar with it, and there was a small possibility he could lose them. Just as he prepared to gun it, three more bikes pulled out, and formed a barrier across the road ahead of them. They were completely boxed in, six on two, well really one. There was no way Lila could take on any of them.
Striker slowed, leaving as much space as possible between his bike and the motorcycles up ahead. Lila tensed around him as he braked, and he knew she’d spotted their company.
When the bike came to a complete stop, Lila released him, and sat stiff and straight as an arrow behind him. Before he dismounted, Striker discreetly reached around and checked that his nine mil was easily accessible. He didn’t miss Lila’s slight intake of air when she caught site of the weapon.
Up ahead, the three Grimm Brothers climbed off their bikes and removed their helmets. He recognized two of them. Snake was in the center and Casper, Sergeant at Arms—or at least he was under Jackal—for the Grimms stood to his right. Striker had had a few dealings with both of them in the past, but couldn’t say he knew either of them on a personal level. The third guy he did not recognize.
Once he was off the bike he turned to Lila. “Stay next to me the whole time. Right with me. Close enough to touch me. I’m not leaving you on the bike because I don’t trust those three behind us.”
Lila’s head whipped around and she inhaled at the sight of the additional Grimm Brothers lined up about two-hundred feet behind them.
“Look at me, baby.”
She turned her head back to him, and he saw the stark fear in her wide chocolate eyes. “Do exactly what I tell you, got me? Keep your mouth shut at all times. I’m very serious. Do not say a word. These guys will not like a woman speaking up, so just don’t say anything. I don’t know what they want from me, but I’ll do everything I possibly can to get us out of this.”
“Striker.” She whimpered, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. The look of terror on her face killed him.
He placed a finger across her lips. “Mouth shut, baby. If they do get you, and something happens to me, you do whatever the hell you have to do to stay alive. Do not fight them. Do not give them lip. It will only make it worse for you. I promise you my brothers will come for you if the worst happens.”
Lila nodded, and swiped at a stray tear that escaped.
Damn, she would tough it out. Not many women he knew would swallow their fear and keep the panic hidden. He gave her a quick, hard kiss, grabbed her hand, and marched toward the waiting Grimm Brothers. Time to face the music.
“Snake,” he said to the other VP when he was close enough to be heard without yelling.
“Striker,” came the reply. “Pretty lady you got there.”
Striker clenched his jaw so hard he thought his teeth would crack. Snake was a sadistic bastard, and he knew the quickest way to fuck with Striker would be through his woman.
“You stopped me on the road to tell me my ol’ lady’s pretty? Coulda sent me a card.”
Snake laughed. “Nah, just trying to start the conversation on a friendly note. We got some business to discuss.”
Lila was frozen beside him. Her hand gripped his as though she could make this all disappear if she squeezed hard enough. He kept her positioned on his left side, a little bit behind him, to shield her as best he could while his right arm was free to go for his gun if necessary. Not that it would do him much good. It was six on one. He’d be shot dead more than once before he could inflict much damage.
“We already discussed business with Jackal. Made a deal, and left on pretty good terms. Our business is done.”
Snake shifted his eyes to Lila, and Striker swore she stopped breathing. Snake could intimidate the feathers off a bird.
“We’ve had some updates to our leadership since then. I’m gonna be making a few other changes as well.” His mouth curved up in a grin and he laughed. The sound made Striker’s blood ice over in his veins.
Striker had been ninety-nine percent certain Snake staged a coup, but hearing the man confirm was unnerving. “You really are a slimy asshole, aren’t you? You live up to your name well.”
Snake’s smile grew even more sinister. “Jackal got soft. I ain’t. A lot of our members agreed.” He shrugged.
A lot, but not all. That was the one thing the No Prisoners might be able to take advantage of.
Lila’s chest felt tight and she struggled to keep her breathing even, and not allow her body to quake with fear. She had to keep her shit together if there was any chance of helping Striker get them out of here in one piece, and she wasn’t about to do anything to make this worse for him. That thought alone allowed her to keep her cool and do as he asked.
Was this it? Was this what she could expect of her life if she stayed with Striker? Constant violence and fear? Lila had responsibilities. She was a respected physician. People in town depended on her to provide their medical care, and now to help keep their kids safe and free from injury. She could not run around with outlaws who acted like the life of others had no value.
Snake was a chilling man. Tall, well over six feet, with straight, jet black hair hanging to his shoulders, he towered over everyone on the road. A wicked scar ran diagonally from the middle of his forehead, down to his cheek. Running up the right side of his neck was a large tattoo of a snake’s head with its mouth open, fangs out, ready to strike. Lila couldn’t help but wonder how far down his body the snake extended.
What unnerved her the most were his eyes. They were so dark she wondered if he was wearing black contacts to make himself look more intimidating. If so, it had the desired effect. He gave the appearance of a soulless demon, and was not someone she wanted to spend any time alone with.
“Maybe we should have discussed business before you attacked my guy, and before you terrorized my woman.” Striker’s hand flexed in hers and she realized how hard she clung to it.
Snake exchanged a look with the man to his right. Lila didn’t know his name, but he was another daunting character. Short for a man, she guessed no more than five f
oot six, he looked like he’d blow over on a gusty day. Not a single hair grew from his head, and, combined with his pale skin, he reminded her of an egg. In looks he was the polar opposite of Snake, yet she had the impression he was just as deadly as the larger man.
No one said anything for a time, and Lila’s anxiety ramped up. The day was growing hotter by the second. Heat from the sun beat down on the group, and she felt a bead of sweat roll down her spine. Lila itched to glance over her shoulder and check whether the three men behind them had advanced forward. Not knowing how close they were made her feel vulnerable, as though they could grab her at any time, and she wouldn’t be prepared.
Snake ignored Striker’s comment, and crossed his arms over his massive chest which gave him the appearance of an impenetrable wall. “You have something of mine, and I want it back.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t have shit of yours.” Striker’s voice raised a notch at the accusation. He sounded confused. Was he really ignorant of Snake’s claim?
If possible, Snake’s eyes grew even colder. “You sure as fuck do, or at least one of you No Prisoners does. Two-fifty large of something that doesn’t belong to you.”
What? Two-hundred and fifty large? Lila didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. She remained at Striker’s side, a step behind him so she couldn’t see his face or get a read on what his thoughts were, but he seemed to follow the conversation better than she did.
“Come on, Snake, you’re wasting everyone’s time here. You know we ain’t in that business. Why the fuck are you sniffing around us for this? Check with one your junkies, they probably got greedy. Most aren’t known for making the best decisions.”
It clicked for her then, drugs. They were talking about drugs. Apparently Snake thought the No Prisoners had taken two-hundred-fifty-thousand dollars worth of drugs from the Grimms. That was a serious accusation, she knew people killed for less, and had no doubt these men would kill to get their product back. They were in some serious trouble.
