“Come for me, baby,” she encouraged, kissing my neck and chest. “Fill me until your cum is slipping down my thighs.”
Oh fuck! My balls drew up tight and I knew it was over. The release was pure, fucking heaven. My orgasm exploded in a rush of volcanic lava, spewing deep inside Rachel’s clenching pussy in arcs of white, liquid fire. “Fuuuuuck!” I snarled, burying my face in her neck. All I could do was crush her against the bed until my nuts were empty and my hips stopped thrusting.
I collapsed fully against Rachel, unable to move. We were both breathing heavily, yet she welcomed my weight by hugging me against her. Her palms soothed up and down my backside.
“Did I hurt you?” she asked softly.
I chuckled against her. “Fuck, no. Feels good when you know your woman’s so fuckin’ turned on that she loses control. Lets me know I’m doin’ her good.”
“You did me good.” I could hear the smile in her tone.
We both let out a sound when my dick slipped out of her, and that was my cue to roll off Rachel’s body, but fuck, I liked the feel of her nakedness against me. So when I rolled, I pulled her with me so that she ended up on top. She settled like a sleepy kitten against me, burrowing into my heat with a contented sigh.
“You keep fucking me like that, and I’m never leaving this bed today. Well, at least until four.”
I knew that she had a shift waitressing tables again, this time with her sister. She’d asked Ty to schedule them together. My mind drifted back to the night before, and how fucking sexy she’d looked in that leather dress. “Do me a favor and don’t wear that leather dress without me being around.” I knew that made me sound like a controlling prick, but I didn’t give a fuck.
“You didn’t like it?”
I pulled back to look down into her eyes. “You fuckin’ know that I did, and so did every other fuck in that room. I won’t be around tonight to save your ass.”
The warmth in her eyes and that sexy little smile went straight to my dick. “You want me to wear a sack?”
I wanted to say yes. “Fuck no, sweetheart, but—”
“You told me I needed sexier clothes—”
“That was before I saw you in something other than jeans and a tee. You gave every dick in there last night a hard-on. I don’t mind, as long as I’m around to set them straight as to whose dick you belong on.”
Her soft chuckle vibrated against my fucking heart. “Okay, I won’t wear the dress unless you’re around to fuck me.”
Silence followed for a few minutes. I knew that I needed to talk to Rachel about what had happened with the whole fucking Wildman situation. Jesus, when I thought of what could have happened had he got his sick hands on her…fuck, I was loath to ruin the calm before the fucking storm.
In a few hours we would be going to war. If three fucking clubs couldn’t end one man, we didn’t deserve to survive.
Chapter 22
RACHEL
Every time the door opened I glanced at it eagerly, hoping to see Jimmy walk into the bar. I’d phoned him and asked him to come so that we could talk. He’d apologized for the way things had ended between us and offered to talk on the phone, but I wanted to see him in person. Asking someone for a thirty-thousand dollar loan seemed like something you should do in person, especially when it was a friend. At least I hoped he was still a friend.
Our brief romantic relationship had been doomed from the start. I’d tried to tell him that, but he had insisted that that was the way good, healthy relationships started out. What the fuck did I know? My dating history had consisted mostly of one-night stands that had barely made it to a second night, so I’d been willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. We’d met when he and his friends had come into the bar one night for a bachelor party. After two years of what I’d considered a casual friendship, he’d wanted to try something more meaningful.
It’s not like Jimmy wasn’t attractive, he was, and he was wealthy on top of that. But there’d been no spark between us, something to indicate that we could become more if given the chance. That should have been a warning in itself, and if Maddie hadn’t suggested that I give the relationship a try, I probably wouldn’t have. The first time we’d slept together had been a little awkward and I hadn’t gotten much out of it. He simply did nothing for my libido, which wasn’t his fault, but I thought that maybe in time that would change. It only got worse from there, until I finally broke things off.
That had been right before Stone had come into my life.
The second our eyes had met my libido meter had flown off the charts, and I had known that being with someone like him would be fantastic. Maybe I hadn’t known at the time that I’d fall head over heels for the gritty biker, but one thing was for sure, lust at first sight hadn’t hurt. I only wondered what Stone was feeling. I knew that he lusted after me and he was possessive as fuck, but that didn’t mean that he wanted a relationship. I glanced up with hope when the door opened again.
Crap!
Where was he?
“Who you looking for, honey?”
I turned back to the bar, and Ty. “Just a friend.”
“You better hope it’s not a man.”
The seriousness in his voice made me frown. “Why?”
He gave me a cocky look. “Do I really have to spell it out? The prez will fucking kill him.”
“It’s just a friend, and he won’t be here long.” The door opened and I glanced to see two bikers I’d never seen before come into the bar. “Damnit!” I glared at Ty when he chuckled. “If you see someone come in who doesn’t look like he belongs here, that will be him. His name is Jimmy.”
“How ‘bout some fucking service over here?”
I swung around to see that it was the same two bikers who’d just come through the door, and they were sitting at my booth. Great. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with two impatient, rude bikers, but I plastered on a smile anyway and added a little more bounce to my step. I knew how to placate them, and their eyes taking in my bouncing breasts and swaying hips told me that it was working.
I knew I was rocking the tiny leather skirt and top that I’d bought at the same time as the leather dress. My long hair was down and softly curled, thanks to Trudy. As if she’d known that Stone was gone, she’d come by the room earlier to talk. It was while she’d been doing my hair that she confessed that they hadn’t slept together, that Stone had changed his mind. I’d been relieved beyond belief, but hadn’t said anything to Trudy, afraid my response would reveal too much.
“I’m sorry for keeping you boys waiting,” I soothed in a friendly tone, smiling in the face of their slight anger. They’d barely sat down before demanding service. I knew assholes when I saw them. “How can I make it up to you?”
“By sittin’ on my dick,” one of them said crudely.
I looked them over, realizing that they were just more than bikers, they were patched-in members from a club called Death Vaders. They looked like every other biker to me, and I was getting used to their crude, rough language and course ways of treating women. It didn’t mean that I had to like and accept it, though. I decided to ignore him.
“Would you like something to drink?”
They laughed. “Is your juicy pussy on the menu?” The other biker asked.
I held my temper. “See that girl working the pole?” I knew Lulu could hear me. I waited until they acknowledged her. “That’s Lulu, she’s a sweetbutt and will be glad to make you happy.” As if to back me up, Lulu winked our way, thrusting her pelvis against the pole.
Lulu was pretty and worked her nearly naked body like the pro that she was. Normally I wouldn’t throw any of the girls who’d become my friends to the wolves, but Lulu loved sex, and she especially loved being double-teamed. Pit Bull and Bulldog chose her over the other sweetbutts all the time.
At that moment the door opened and Jimmy came in. I saw my opportunity to leave and took it. “Excuse me.” I left them and walked toward Jimmy. “Hey, there, I was getting wo
rried you weren’t going to come.”
“I told you I would,” he said, giving me a brief hug. “You look great, babe. I guess this, ah . . .” He glanced around as he tried to find the right words to finish his sentence. “Biker life agrees with you.”
“Would you like a drink?” I began to lead him toward the bar, but he pulled back. “What’s wrong?”
His brown eyes bore into mine. “I guess I’m just curious what was so urgent that you couldn’t talk over the phone. You made it sound important.”
“It is,” I responded without hesitation. I glanced around the bar, which was noisy and busy like most nights. Maddie and Trudy were busy waiting a table with a large group occupying it, Ty was jumping at the bar. Lulu and Rita were dancing their tails off on the poles, while Darby, Sissy, and Rhonda were making nice with the men. “Wait here.” I went to the bar and got Ty’s attention.
“What’s up?” he asked. “That your friend?”
“Yes. I need a short break. We’ll be outside.” I swung around to leave.
“Wait a minute.” I halted at the stern command that I hadn’t expected from him. “Prez said he wanted eyes on you at all times.”
“I won’t be alone, Ty.”
His gaze went past me to Jimmy, who was still waiting for me in the middle of the room. “Yeah, I don’t think he’d put much faith in your fuckin’ friend to keep you safe.”
“Ty—”
His expression turned serious and I knew that he wasn’t kidding, and he wasn’t giving in. “You’re not going outside without a brother.”
I waited while he looked around the room. He apparently caught someone’s eye, because he gave a big chin lift that clearly indicated for the recipient to come to the bar. While I waited I wondered how much trouble I could get into if I took Jimmy to my room to talk to him, or Maddie’s. Yeah, bad idea. The next thing I knew, a Dark Menace biker that I wasn’t familiar with came up beside me.
“Yeah?”
“Rachel’s stepping outside to talk with a friend, keep your eyes on her. See any trouble, get her ass back in here.” Ty gave me a hard look. “Ten minutes, I come get you.”
I gave him a small nod of understanding and walked back to Jimmy, wrapping my arm through his. “Come on, we’ll step outside.”
“It’s dark out there.” I gave him a funny look. “The parking lot lights draw bugs and things, and you know I don’t like mosquitoes.”
I rolled my eyes, but smiled anyway. “I’ll protect you.”
“And I have my gun,” the biker behind us added with a snort.
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. Once outside, I glanced around for a quiet spot to chat. Then I noticed the bench against the wall, right outside the garage office.
“I’ll hang back here,” the biker said, posting himself right outside the door.
The bench wasn’t all that far away and he would be able to see us from the light over the door of the garage. I was thankful that he sensed my need for privacy. “This won’t take long, Jimmy.”
“You’re beginning to scare me.” He tried to laugh it off, but I could tell that he was serious. “God, don’t tell me that the condom broke and you’re pregnant!”
“God, no!” I shouted before I could stop it. “Just something I need to ask you, as a friend.”
We finally reached the bench and sat down. I was facing the bar, and by the time I glanced up and looked back toward the way we’d come, I noticed that the biker who Ty’d sent to guard me was gone. I frowned. What the hell had happened to him? I hadn’t heard anything. I scanned the area nearby, straining to see into the dark shadows outside the lights, but didn’t see anything.
“What’s wrong?” Jimmy asked, noticing my concern.
I looked back at him and smiled. “Not sure. The man--” God, I wished I’d got his name now, “that was supposed to keep an eye on us is gone.”
“So? Why would someone need to keep an eye on us, are you a prisoner here?”
“No.” I tried to force away my worry. He could have just stepped inside for a minute, or maybe had gone around the corner of the bar to pee. I felt a moment of relief when he reappeared, stepping back to where he’d said he would wait. His dark shadow was a welcome I hadn’t realized that I’d wanted until then.
I focused my gaze on Jimmy. We smiled at each other for a moment, and then he surprised me by taking my hand.
“I really am sorry for the way I treated you that day, babe. You tried to warn me that a romantic relationship would never work between us. We had a good friendship.”
“We still do, Jimmy. No matter what happens here today, we’ll still be friends.” I wanted to make sure he understood that. If he said no to the loan, it wouldn’t come between us.
“I’m glad—”
A tiny, barely audible sound halted what he’d been about to say, and then complete silence followed. I waited, thinking that he needed a second to figure out what he wanted to say. As the silence continued I began to worry.
“Jimmy?” Frowning, I leaned forward until Jimmy’s face was in the light. His eyes were opened and I searched his face for the reason for his silence, and then I saw it—a neat little hole right in the middle of his forehead. My mouth opened with disbelief at what I was seeing, my eyes rounded with fear, but before I could gather my wits about me and scream, something hit me on the side of the head and blackness swallowed me up.
I had a splitting headache when I came to, and I knew right away that I wasn’t at the clubhouse any longer. I also knew that I was in a van, on the floor, and the windows had been blacked out. I tried to glance around me without making a noise, but it was difficult to do, considering I’d been dumped right in the middle of the floor. From what I could tell I was alone in the back, while there were two men sitting up front, barely visible from the dashboard lights.
I felt sick, and frightened. Jimmy was dead and it was all because he’d been at the wrong place at the wrong time. He hadn’t deserved a bullet through his brain. Guilt for asking him to come to the clubhouse overwhelmed me, and then I thought about the Dark Menace biker who’d been watching us. Was he dead, too?
Conversation coming from the front of the van drew my attention back to the same two assholes from Death Vaders who’d walked into the bar earlier and sat at in front of me. They were talking as if they assumed that I was still out. My first thought was that they’d taken me to use as leverage against Stone, then I changed my mind and thought that maybe they’d taken me to sell to another biker club as a whore, to pay off one of their debts. A whole slew of possible reasons for this kidnapping went through my addled brain until the one in the passenger seat swung around to look at me.
I quickly closed my eyes, practically holding my breath. They hadn’t taken the time to bind me, so I figured that they must be in a hurry. The road we were on caused the vehicle to rock and bounce, which led me to believe that we were on an unpaved road somewhere.
“Bitch is still out cold,” the passenger laughed. “Lucky for her, or I’d be rutting between her legs. Fuck Wildman and what he wants. He’s lucky we’re delivering her alive.”
Oh, God! No, I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. My eyes were adjusted to the dim interior now, and I searched frantically for anything within my sight that I could use for a weapon. Rope, a ladder, what looked like a tool chest, and a pile of packing blankets were within reach. I knew in my heart that there would be something in the tool chest I could use, even a screwdriver, but I also knew that trying to open the metal lid without making noise would be impossible. The man in the passenger side would be on me before I could blink.
“This is gonna bring a whole fucking heap of trouble down on us if their prez finds out we’re the ones who took her,” said the driver.
I sensed that they were talking about Stone.
“No one will find out, man. The only two fucking witnesses are dead.”
Their laughter crushed me as I realized that they’d also killed the
Dark Menace member.
“No one in the fucking clubhouse will pin it on us, either. With as much fucking noise as we made, they’ll never believe we were involved.”
I thought about what the driver said. He was right. Who would be stupid enough to bring attention to themselves if they were there to kill and kidnap someone? I stared at the tool box as if I could will the top to flip open on its own. As soon as the chance presented itself, I was going to make a move to it. As I lay there waiting, I was thankful that my headache was dimming.
Suddenly the van hit something, and the front end shuddered. “Fuck, man, watch the pot holes!”
Once again, when he glanced back at me I shut my eyes.
“Can’t believe she’s still out. What the fuck did you hit her with?”
“My pistol,” the guy driving responded, giving his friend a grin. “Hey, we’re here.”
“Fuck, man, what’s going on?”
“Looks like fucking war, bro,” From my position I could see him lift his ass off the seat and reach for something in his back pocket.
“Maybe we better hang back,” the driver said, braking the vehicle sharply.
“I’m gonna try to reach Wildman.” He punched a number and put the phone to his ear.
“Don’t waste your time, bro, looks like the whole fucking club is in this.”
He began to slow down. I tried to calm my breathing because I could feel my heart rate pick up. I could hear the sound of gunfire in the distance, a lot of it, and I froze. If Wildman and the Red Devils were involved in a shootout I was willing to bet that Stone was involved, too. Ty had said that Lynch and someone named Hawk had come into town on club business. Was this it?
Once the ignition was turned off, the noise surrounding us seemed louder and more menacing. I couldn’t tell how far away we were from the activity, watching the reaction of the two men sitting up front.
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