I pushed my chair back and stood up. “I have something to do.” I ignored their knowing smirks. “Get with me when Animal and Shooter return with information about where Wildman is hiding out.
We walked to the bar together, but I continued down the hall to my room. I needed Rachel, needed to fuck the tension that was building out of my body. When I opened the door, I was met with an empty room, but then I heard a noise coming from the bathroom and knew that she was in there. I shut and locked the door behind me, heading in that direction. The door was ajar and I pushed it in, instantly surrounded by the steamy fog of her shower.
What a fucking sight. I could make out her naked form through the thick glass, her large tits, the curve of her waist and hips, the shape of her ass. My hands itched to get on her soft flesh. Without hesitation I kicked off my boots and stripped. By the time I reached for the shower door my dick was standing straight up. Once the door was opened I just stood there and took in the view, running my hand up and down my cock. Fuck! It wouldn’t take me long to come.
Rachel was rinsing the shampoo from her hair and didn’t know that I was there until she opened her eyes and stepped out from beneath the water. Her lips parted on a gasp. Smiling, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I reached for her, pulling her into my kiss, and then we were standing beneath the shower, letting the hot water rain down on us. I thrust my dick between her pussy lips. She caught her lower lip with her teeth and moaned.
“Jesus, fuck, you make me hot,” I growled against the side of her neck. I sank my teeth into her, losing control. My hands moved over her body, clenching and unclenching into the soft mounds of her ass. I crushed Rachel against me, wanting to absorb her.
“Fuck me, Stone.” Her soft words were almost drowned out by the sound of the water hitting us. Her hands glided down to my hips and thighs, and then came around to grasp my dick and balls.
A deep groan left me, and I fell back against the tile wall, or maybe I was pushed back, because the next thing I knew Rachel was on her knees and sliding her pretty lips over my dick. Sweet Jesus, her mouth made me weak. I could feel my thighs trembling as she worked her teeth and tongue over my cock, exploring the ridges and veins swollen with blood. She seemed to know exactly how much pain to inflict before it turned to sweet, mind-numbing pleasure.
My hands fell to her head, fingers getting lost in the long strands of her wet hair. As much as I wanted to force more of my dick into her mouth, I let her have control. Besides, she was practically swallowing me. I could feel the head of my cock banging against the back of her throat, and then her throat muscles were squeezing tightly. In no time her talented sucking brought me to orgasm.
“Aaaaaagghhh!” I couldn’t hold back a deep growl. As my seed coated the back of her throat, Rachel dug her fingers into my ass and held me tight against her mouth, swallowing everything I gave her and moaning the whole time. She kept me in her mouth, even after I deflated, giving me the time to come down.
“I’ve been wanting to taste your cock,” she surprised me by admitting.
I straightened away from the tile wall and looked down at Rachel. She was kneeling back, letting the water flow over her face, into her mouth and down her arched throat. The position thrust her tits out, and her stimulated nipples looked extra big and hard, begging to be licked and sucked. The flow of water down her body led me to her softly rounded belly and the flare of her hips, before I kissed the curls between her legs and continued down her thighs. Fuck me, I was growing hard again.
I was in fucking trouble.
How could someone look so fucking innocent and seductive at the same time? I wrapped my hands around her upper arms and hauled her to her feet, crushing her against me. “You can fucking do anything you want to me, baby” I snarled, slamming my mouth down on hers.
I kissed her until my dick was in full fuck mode and was brushing the hair covering her pussy. I kissed her until the sounds of our pleasure ricocheted off the bathroom walls, until the sting of the shower began to do more than cleanse us. So many fucking sensations exploded through me and over me. As my tongue thrust into Rachel’s warm mouth, she rolled her hips, working the slick heat of her pussy against my aching cock.
Somewhere deep down I was amazed. I’d come here to fuck her, to fuck the tension and rage out of my body, but she’d turned the tables on me. She was fucking me, or, should I say, she was fucking with my head. Making me need her. As soon as I realized that I broke away, breathing heavily and staring into her dazed eyes. No fucking way! I didn’t need anyone.
I’d gone through a lifetime without caring or needing something that could destroy me. What I felt for my brothers was different. We were more than a family. We trusted each other and had each other’s backs. We lived and died for each other. I liked women, liked fucking them, but that was all. I knew that with those thoughts going through my head I should walk away, prove to both of us that I still could.
Tell that to my dick. It didn’t care how the rest of me felt. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time I had ignored what my head was trying to tell me. The decision made, I picked Rachel up, and then it was her back against the tile. She wrapped her legs around me. I moved in close until our faces were an inch apart.
“Put my dick in your cunt.” I didn’t give her time to respond, running my tongue over the seam of her lips. I felt her trembling hand move between us, her fingers wrap around me, and the second I was in position I thrust forward. We both groaned at the impact. “You’re so fuckin’ wet for me,” I said against her mouth. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week without thinking of me.”
“Yes, please,” she said softly.
Before long I was pounding into her, listening to her soft grunts each time that I bottomed out. The pleasure of sinking my dick into her was intense, and I grit my teeth to keep from coming too soon. With one hand on her hips, my body keeping her against the wall, my other hand fell to her clit. The little nubbin wasn’t so little right now, it was swollen and hard, and the second I flicked it Rachel cried out.
“Stone—” she gasped, “please. That feels so good.”
I couldn’t contain my smile. “You want me to quit?”
“God, no!” she said sharply. “I’ll hurt you if you do,” she half laughed.
She shivered wildly as my finger circled the sensitive cluster of nerves. “You gonna come, sweetheart?” I kissed and sucked my way up and down the side of her neck, branding her with my mark. “Gonna bathe my dick in your sweet cream?”
“Yes,” Rachel whimpered. “Keep talking,” she begged, moving with me. I ran the hand on her hips up to her tits and squeezed them roughly, tweaking her nipples. She sank her teeth into my shoulder.
“You like me talking dirty, baby? It get you off?” I lowered my head enough to take a tit into my mouth. “I’m gonna fuck these tits next,” I told her. “Gonna watch my seed cover them, and then I’m gonna spread it all over you.” Her breathing accelerated and she closed her eyes. “After that I’m gonna move on to that delicious ass of yours.”
“Oh, god! I’m−I’m going to−to come!” she cried, jerking wildly.
I followed close behind, the contractions of her body sending me over the edge. Fucking through an orgasm was fucking mind-blowing, especially when you both get off at the same time. The afterglow lasted a lot longer because when one body convulsed it usually caused the same reaction in the other person. We clung to one another, breathing rapidly, not giving a fuck that the water had started to cool down.
When I was able to move I let Rachel down and reached for the faucet to turn the water off. “Come on.” I took her by the hand, opened the bathroom door, and led her outside. There was a stack of towels on the back of the toilet, so I grabbed one and began to dry her off. “As soon as we find out where Wildman’s clubhouse is we’re going in to get Maddie.”
“I want to go with you.”
Knowing her history with the fucker, her comment surpri
sed the hell out of me. “No, that’s not going to happen.”
“Why not? She’s my sister—”
I shook my head. “No. Now turn around.” She did and I wiped her back, spending extra time on her pretty ass. As I moved down her legs I couldn’t help giving each fleshy globe a kiss. I was going to fuck her ass some day soon.
“Stone,” she said, as she turned back my way. “I might be able to help.”
“You’ll be in the way, and I can’t afford to worry about you. When we go in, chances are that we’ll go in shooting.”
Her eyes grew round. “But that might get Maddie killed.”
“Babe,” I said as gently as I could, fighting the urge to fucking tell her how shit was gonna go down and that be the end of it. Then why didn’t I? A breath of annoyance left me. “We never take women on club business, it’s too fuckin’ dangerous.” Fuck, she was tearing up. I decided to concentrate on drying myself off. I wasn’t good with women and tears.
When I glanced up she was just staring at me, her mouth pressed tight and her eyes bright with her emotions. “Turn around,” she ordered, snatching the towel from me. I did and she wiped my back down. “What happens after you get my sister back?” She just skimmed over my butt and down the backs of my thighs.
I thought it was odd that she’d given in so easily, but didn’t question it. “What do you mean?” I turned around to face her again.
“About the money Ronald owes your club. What happens now that he’s dead? Do you take it out on me and Maddie? Do we become sweetbutts or something?”
“That’s something the club will decide,” I said, knowing that there was no way that I was going to let anyone else have Rachel but me. But something would have to be done. The club, my brothers, would expect it. The money Manson owed belonged to everyone, not just me. Christ, I didn’t even want to think about that shit yet.
“One thing at a time, sweetheart. Let’s get your sister back, and then we’ll deal with the issue of the money, yeah? Now let’s get into bed.”
“It’s not even bedtime,” Rachel commented. “I haven’t been up that long.”
I looked her up and down, lingering on her tits and pussy, grinning. “Who said anything about sleeping?”
Chapter 16
RACHEL
I wasn’t sure of how long I’d been sleeping, but when I woke it was daylight. Had I slept all night? I must have, and it was clear from the emptiness on Stone’s side of the bed that he’d never made it back. I sat up abruptly. The first thought that ran through my mind was that I needed to find a phone. Stone’s words had been very clear that I should stay out of this, but I had my own idea of what I had to do to help Maddie. He didn’t know Wildman like I did, he didn’t know what he was capable of. Right now Maddie was probably being used as his personal sex toy, and I couldn’t stand the thought of it. She would come out of there alive, but he’d ruin her first, and the longer he had her, the more lost she would become.
I left the bed, totally naked and a little achy, but it was a good kind of ache. Stone had possessed every inch of my body, inside and out, and he hadn’t been gentle. He’d made sure that I knew who owned me, branding me in his own particular way. I knew there were bruises, but they would fade in time. My heart was another matter. The bad-ass biker had made me love him, and I didn’t know what to do with that. He wasn’t the forever kind of man.
Grabbing the first pair of jeans I came to, I slipped them on, following them with a t-shirt and sneakers. I had this lame ass idea that if I were to offer myself in exchange for Maddie’s release that it would solve everything, since that was all Wildman wanted, anyway. I could worry about escaping him later, and the bloody war between Dark Menace and the Red Devils could be avoided. If I’d given it further thought I would have realized that my idea was stupid and dangerous. Remembering the pain I’d suffered in Wildman’s hands was driving me to act restlessly, because it killed me to think of Maddie in his clutches, suffering the same pain.
I left my room quietly, thankful that there was no one in the hall. As I got closer to the bar I was surprised to find that it was just as quiet, before remembering myself that it was closed in the mornings, except to the members and the women for breakfast. If there was anyone in there they were either alone, or not talking.
I paused at the end of the hallway, wondering where I could find a phone, realizing that most everyone used a cell. It was then I thought about where Stone held his meetings, or church, as they were referred to. I’d never been in the room before, but I had a general idea of where it was located. I retraced my steps to a particular door, glancing above it to the sign on the wall. This had to be it, because it was the only door that boasted the Dark Menace MC logo. I glanced around and put my ear to the door and, hearing nothing, opened it and peeked inside.
The room was empty! I quickly entered and shut the door behind me, racing to the huge, oblong table centered in the middle. My gaze touched on the same MC logo etched on the table top before landing on the conference phone. As I reached for it, I could feel my heart pounding with fear, knowing that if anyone were to catch me I would be in serious trouble. I knew that I had to chance it though, and dialed Maddie’s number, knowing that Wildman had her phone.
“Ready to make a fuckin’ deal, fucker?”
Wildman obviously thought that I was Stone. I took a deep breath that did little to calm me, feeling my skin crawl by the all-too-familiar voice. “It’s me.”
He laughed, as if knowing that he’d already won. “Been waitin’ for you to get back to me, little girl. Your bitch of a mother took you away from me, knowing I wanted you over her. We have some time to make up for.”
Oh, God! I forced down the bile that rose in my throat at the sound of his evil laugh, refusing to show him that weakness. Just hearing his evil voice brought tears to my eyes, but I brushed them away angrily, knowing that I was doing the right thing for Maddie. Stone would be angry, but he’d have to understand. When you loved someone, you made sacrifices. My sister and I hadn’t grown up together, but over the last few years we’d become close, and we were all that we had.
“I want to talk to Maddie,” I said in the hardest voice I could muster. Fuck, I hated this man.
“You want? YOU WANT? Wildman screamed into the phone. “You better give me what I WANT or I’ll slit her skinny throat and gut the bitch like I did her prick of a husband.”
Ohmygod! I hadn’t heard how Ronald had died. I’d never liked him and had only tolerated him, just barely, for Maddie, but he hadn’t deserved to die that way. “I’m ready to come to you, just let me talk to my sister first. I want to make sure she’s still alive.” I sat down in one of the chairs, shaking like a leaf.
There was a long pause before I heard a timid, little voice. “Rachel?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, hearing so much in that one word. “Maddie, listen to me, I’m going to get you out of there.”
“How?”
“That doesn’t matter. I want you to just hold on and know that it will be over soon, and when you’re out of there I want you to follow the plan we set up and get out of town.”
“But—”
“Promise me,” I insisted, cutting her off. “As soon as you’re turned loose you go somewhere safe. Don’t fight them, it will only make it worse for you, don’t let them break you.”
I heard her sob. “They killed Ronald.”
“I know—”
“I know you didn’t like him—”
“Look, we don’t have time for this right now. I only wanted to hear your voice to know that you were okay, and tell you that you’ll soon be free.”
“It hasn’t been too bad,” she said softly, her tone hesitant. “They haven’t raped me.”
I thanked God for that, even as it caught me by surprise. That didn’t sound like Wildman. Was it possible that he had changed? No, and even if he had, it wouldn’t have made a difference. He would always be a monster to me.
“That’s enough chit
chat,” Wildman snarled into the phone. “Talk.”
The time had come. I thought again about everything Stone had said, but his way was so dangerous, and I knew that it would end in blood. I couldn’t take a chance that some of that blood would be Maddie’s. Once I exchanged myself for her, I knew that he’d come for me. Not out of love, but because he was the president of Dark Menace and it was the right thing to do. I banked on that, and would have to deal with the fallout later. Right now I didn’t even want to contemplate what that could be.
“I’m willing to meet you, somewhere in public, in town, so that I can see that Maddie is with you and I can watch you release her. That’s the only way I’ll do it.”
“How the fuck do I know this isn’t a trap?”
I’m not like you, I wanted to say, but didn’t.
“I swear it’s not. I haven’t told Stone or any of his men what my intentions are.” I didn’t add that I was going to leave him a note for later. “All I want is to see my sister safe again.” If I didn’t see her, at least Wildman and his men couldn’t force me to go with them. They wouldn’t risk a scene in public. I would at least have some level of protection.
“Where and what time?” he growled.
I thought for a moment, unfamiliar with the layout of town. Sure, we’d ridden through it on the way here, but I’d been paying more attention to the way that the giant dildo felt between my legs while I was curled against a way-too-hot biker. All I knew was that I wanted the meeting to be somewhere very public, where there was a chance that there’d be a lot of witnesses around. It also dawned on me that if that were the case, there was a good chance that Maddie and I would both get away.
I guess I’d hesitated too long, because Wildman snapped, “We’ll meet at the fuckin’ post office on River Road in exactly thirty minutes.” He hung up before I could respond.
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