I got out of the car, then I heard, “Isn’t that the bitch that got Kit arrested?
“Yeah! It is!”
“What are you doing here preppy? Get out of here!”
Now they had my full attention. I felt scared and realized I was truly alone out here. I stepped backward toward my car door slowly. They were coming at me full speed. I jumped in my car and locked the doors. They began to shake my car back and forth yelling obscenities at me. I was so scared. My fingers searched in my purse for my keys. I couldn’t find them. Their faces were menacing against the glass and I knew it wouldn’t be long before they broke the glass with a beer bottle. Then I heard louder shouting.
CHAPTER SIX
Den
They all stopped shaking the car and turned toward the door. Kit was walking out. He yelled at them to leave me alone. I sighed in relief and cried some more. I felt stupid for forcing him to rescue me again. He came to my window and yelled open the door. I unlocked it and he opened it.
“Move over,” he said getting in. I climbed over to the passenger side.
“Keys Mary,” he said putting his hand out to me.
I fumbled with them and handed them to him. He started the ignition and peeled out of there.
“Why did you come here? You know better than that. I will never forgive myself if you are ever hurt again.”
“I’m sorry I just had to see you. I need you,” I said crying.
“Shh… it’s okay. I’m sorry I’m just angry at those assholes at the bar. They are heathens all of them.”
“I’m sorry it’s just I was at my house and these guys were calling me a biker slut and they wouldn’t leave me alone so I left. I felt awful so I needed you.”
“What guys? I’ll bash there heads in! No one talks to you like that!”
“It’s okay. Calm down, they are idiots. I just needed to get away.”
“I understand” he said.
I looked over at him. His dark curls were unruly around his face. I reached over and pushed a few strands behind his ear. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and snuggled against him arm. I stared down at the wolf tattoo on his arm. His body radiated heat and I instantly felt soothed, just like the horses he whispered to on the ranch.
There was more to Kit than he was revealing but I didn’t know what. Parts of him seemed so familiar to me and my upbringing, yet he was so foreign and wild and free. He was a dark mysterious and brooding man. I loved him. I loved this man.
He turned into the large house that he lived in, the wolf den.
“Is it okay for me to be here?”
“Yeah, I talked with everyone. It’s cool now. Besides everyone is at the bar and then their doing bonfire at the beach.”
“I remember that,” I said kissing him.
“I will never forget that. His brown eyes were dark and soulful. His pouty full lips made me want to kiss him forever.
“Come on, we’ll go to my room.”
We got out of the car and he set the alarm, just in case. I walked into the large house. It was a colonial style and it was once a grand house. I wondered how they came into possession of it. Inside there was graffiti on the walls. It was various graffiti drawings of wolves in all forms. I was definitely in the wolves’ den. There were dirty mattresses on the floor spread out here and there, and old couches. It was very dirty and needed a maid badly. There was a cat roaming around that looked like it had been electrocuted as it was very unkempt. I suddenly realized the reality of the squalor of the place that Kit lived in. He must have noticed my distaste of the place because he said,
“Don’t worry. We’ll just stay the night here and we can go to the ranch in the morning for the weekend.”
“Okay, I would like that.”
We went to the kitchen in the very back of the house. There was a very narrow and dark staircase on the side of the kitchen. He flipped on a switch and a dim light lit up the stairs.
“These were the servant’s stairs a long time ago. It goes up to the servant’s quarters in the attic. That’s where I live.”
“Cool,” I said following him up the narrow stairs.
At the top was a large door. He unlocked it and flung the door open. He flipped on the lights and I walked in. I was not expecting it to be the room that I saw. It was actually decent. It was the entire attic space which was massive. It was like it’s own private apartment. There was the bedroom area on one side, and then another side with a couch and pool table. There was even a private little bathroom.
“I like it,” I said.
“It’s better than downstairs that’s for sure,” he laughed. “Want a drink?”
“Yes, please. After the night I’ve had I could really use one.”
He poured us two glasses of whiskey and then we sat on the couch.
“Can we play? I like games,” I said
He moaned, “I know you do.” He kissed and put his hand on my thigh.
“I meant pool,” I laughed.
“Oh yeah of course.”
I stood up and grabbed a stick. We played pool for about an hour laughing and drinking whiskey. It was a good time and I got lost again in just being with Kit. It was as if time stood still when I was with him.
“My turn?” I asked.
“Yep, your shot. You won’t make that shot,” he teased me.
I grabbed the stick and leaned over the pool table stretching across it to make the shot. Kit moaned and got behind me and lifted up my skirt and kneeled down. Then he gave me a quick lick.
“Kit stop. I’m trying to make this shot. Someone could walk in.”
He didn’t say anything. He kept going. I tilted my head back enjoying the quickie I was getting.
He licked more and more. A moan escaped my mouth. Then he stopped and stood up. I heard his zipper come down.
He pulled my panties down to the floor. I was already wet with anticipation. He had that affect on me. He was so fucking hot that just being in the room with him turned me on.
I felt his cock push in me. He went slow and reached the depth of me. Then he did a few quick thrusts. I didn’t want him to stop. I leaned over the table more letting him go deep inside me. I pushed the balls on the table away from me. They scattered across the green carpet. Kit kept going and then said, “Let’s go to my bed.”
“Okay,” I breathlessly whispered. But he didn’t stop. Neither of could. It felt too good.
“Fuck, it’s so hard to stop,” he said. Then he finally and slowly pulled out of me. I stood up from the pool table and turned to him. He grabbed my hand and led me to the bed. I pulled of f my dress and stood naked before him. Kit pulled of his tight t-shirt and then pulled his pants and boxer down. Now he was naked too. I walked to him and kneeled down in front of him. He moaned in response. I grabbed his hard cock and put it in my mouth. I slid it far into my mouth and moaned. I let the vibrations of my mouth go onto his cock. Kit pushed his head back in ecstasy and ran his hands in my hair. I licked and sucked and used my hands on him. I wanted it to feel good. I wanted him to enjoy it as much as I enjoyed him. He finally couldn’t take anymore and he pulled me up. He laid me down on the bed and hovered over me. I opened my legs wide ready for him to be between my thighs. I liked feeling his hard toned body on the inside of my thighs. He grabbed his cock and placed the tip inside of me. I arched my back up and he pushed inside of me. I moaned, “Kit. Yes, Kit. You feel so good inside me.”
He moved slowly and then made circles with his hips moving his cock inside me. I grabbed onto the sheets and made a fist trying to hold on and not cum yet. He kissed my neck and trailed kisses down to my breasts. His mouth sucked lightly on my nipples and then his lips tugged softly on them. I ran my hand softly down his back feeling every muscle as he moved. He was a very strong man. He pulled out of me slightly and then moved fast in and out of me. It was quick movements and it was my favorite thing he did to me. He knew this. Within seconds I was yelling, “I’m cumming!”
Kit came a few se
conds later. We laid in his bed and curled up with each other.
A half hour later he got up and offered me a glass of water.
“So besides all the assholes, I’m actually starting to like school,” I said taking a drink of water.
“Yeah? What do you like about it?” he asked surprised.
“I really like French class. I didn’t realize how much I liked the language. It had always been forced on me, but now since I’m fluent it’s easy for me to major in it if I wanted too.”
He laughed a little, “And what would you do with it?”
“I don’t know. Translate. International business, I haven’t really thought it all through.”
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out. You’re a smart girl. You did get into Harvard after all. That’s not exactly easy.”
“Thanks,” I said handing him the glass.
“Let’s get some sleep,” he walked over to his door and made sure it was locked.
The next day we woke early so that we could go to the ranch. I got freshened up and got dressed. We walked down the stairs. There were people asleep everywhere having passed out from partying too much. I treaded quietly. I didn’t want to wake anyone up and have to deal with their negative stares. We walked out to the car and I noticed something on the bumper of the car. It was a sticker of a white wolf. I looked at Kit and laughed. “Does this mean I’m a wolf bitch now?”
He laughed. Something like that. Come on let’s get out of here.”
Kit drove us in my car out to his ranch. I was very happy to be back. It was our own isolated paradise. I was happy hear and never wanted to leave. It was cold now and it looked like it would snow any day. We took the bags inside and Kit turned on all the lights and the heater. He hugged me and ran his hands up and down my arms to warm me. I loved being this close to him. He always warmed me with his body as he burned hot like a furnace. We settled in and then went to the small market to buy food for the weekend.
We spent that evening making spaghetti and drinking wine. We laughed and enjoyed our time together. I still had that nagging feeling that always bothered me. It was a feeling that Kit would be taken away from me at any moment. It was the worst feeling and it gave me anxiety. I tried to push that feeling out of my mind. I needed to stay in the moment and enjoy it. After dinner we cuddled on the couch and watched a movie. Cuddling turned into making out, and making out turned to making love. I was in heaven with him inside of me. I couldn’t explain it. It was more than just lust.
The next day we bundled up and went out to the stables. The ranch hand saddled the horses for us and we went for ride. Then it started to snow. It was magical. We laughed at getting caught in it and quickly got the horses back to the warm stable.
Then it happened. It snowed and snowed heavily. It dumped over five inches in two days. We were stuck. We were snowed in. It looked like I would be missing class on Monday. I would probably miss on Tuesday as well or possibly longer. We settled in to wait out the snow storm and be able to drive out of here. Since we had each other we were not bored at all. We spent our time playing board games, making love, making love, and checking on the horses. When it wasn’t snowing we went outside and made snowmen and snow angels. It was odd to see my rebel motorcycle bad boy do fun and silly things. He was bad boy on the outside only. Sure he was tough and could take down a big man hitting on me at the bar, but on the inside he was different. I wondered if I would ever figure him out. He was just too perfect to be true.
“You are beautiful Mary,” he said looking at me.
“I am?”
“You’re long hair. I love touching it. You’re brown eyes light up when you smile. You’re just perfect,” he said.
I laughed a little as I had just been thinking the same thing about him.
Three days passed and the snow finally melted enough for us to get back to Cambridge. We drove slowly and it took us double the time to get back.
We pulled up to his house. There were a lot of cars and bikes parked outside.
“Want to come in?” he asked.
“No, I think I need to get home. I have a lot of studying to catch up on.”
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said as he kissed me.
I reached up and pulled him closer and turned that goodbye peck into a deep passionate kiss. Something had over come me. I had that feeling again, the one that made me feel like I would never see him. Kit returned the kiss and we stayed in that embrace for a few minutes. Then he pulled away and smiled at me. I liked seeing him smile. It warmed my heart every time. He turned and walked toward the house. I drove away.
As I got closer to my apartment that ominous feeling grew stronger and stronger. I couldn’t shake it. I forced myself into thinking I was just over reacting. I turned up the car radio and I tried to sing along to the song to distract myself. When I pulled up to my apartment that ominous feeling was proven right as soon as I saw what awaited me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I parked my car and got out.
I walked up to my apartment door and there was a moving truck outside. It looked like it was loading my stuff.
“What the hell?”
I walked in and saw my father standing in the living room ordering the movers to load my stuff into the truck. Lillian sat silently on the couch looking like a deer in the headlights.
“Daddy what is going on?”
“You’re moving back to Connecticut,” he said with out even looking at me. “Pack the rest of your stuff.”
“No! I’m not going. I’m still in school. I’m doing well.”
“But you’re off with that biker. How long before he gets you pregnant and your life is ruined? No, you’re going. That’s the end of it. You will transfer to another school.”
“No!” I yelled.
The movers were watching us argue but I didn’t care.
“You just disappeared for days out in this weather. No one knew where you were.”
I looked at Lillian. I guess I could have let her know that I was okay. It was bad weather and under other circumstances it would be normal to send a search party for me. She looked down at the floor. I could tell it was a look of guilt and that she had called my father.
“Get in the car now,” he growled. His look was so menacing and dark. I finally gave in. I would go now but I would be back in a day or two. He couldn’t keep me under lock and key.
I got in the back seat of the car and slammed the door. I couldn’t believe this was happening it was embarrassing. I sent Kit a message telling him what was going on. I sent him my Connecticut address. I took a pen out of my purse and wrote down his phone number on a piece of paper and shoved it in my purse. Then I erased all messages to Kit and his phone number. I knew what was coming next.
My father got in the car and said, “Phone.” He held his hand out. I handed him the phone. He turned it off and put it in the glove box. Within minutes we were off to Connecticut. I cried the whole way.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Home
When we arrived at the house in Connecticut it was snowing and cold. It was miserable out, just the way I felt inside. It was a very large grey brick house. It was more of a compound complete with four car garage, a tennis court and vast massive rooms. You could easily not see anyone that you lived with inside the house for days. My father had his own wing of the house where his bedroom was and on the bottom floor was his office. My room was upstairs on the opposite side of the house. I practically had my own apartment inside the house. I liked it that way because I didn’t have to see him if I didn’t want too.
I ran up to my room and didn’t emerge for two days. I missed Kit fiercely. I thought about taking the train to Boston, but I knew my father would send the cops to find me and probably have Kit arrested. I couldn’t do that to him, not again. For two weeks I sat at the house cooped up as the snow came down outside. I managed to sneak one or two phone calls to Kit but they never lasted more than two minutes. My father was working from home due to the weather
and not going into Manhattan like he usually did. I was basically a prisoner.
The amount of longing I felt for Kit was so intense that I felt sick to my stomach almost all the time. It was unbelievable how much it affected me. We belonged together and the only thing keeping us apart was our stupid backgrounds. We were in love and it hurt a lot. I felt like Romeo and Juliet, now I understood the real pain behind that story. I ate very little and felt tired and listless all day every day. I would lay in bed and remember every part of Kit’s face and body. My mind would go over every feature so that I didn’t forget. I forced myself to remember the way his curls felt in my hands. I touched my lips with my fingers lightly pretending it was his full pouty lips on mine. I touched the rough stubble on his face. I ran my hands down his strong chest under his t-shirt and I inhaled his manly scent.
I jumped up from my bed and yelled in frustration. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed to be with Kit. Nothing was going to stop me. I got dressed and I looked out the window. The snow was thick on the ground but it had finally stopped snowing. I went downstairs and slowly walked by the den which my father used as an office. I popped my head in.
“I’m going to ask Fred to take me to the diner for a burger and fries. I’m getting cabin fever,” I said.
“Fine,” he didn’t bother to look up.
Fred was our driver. I found him and then we were on our way to the small village near our house. It was a walking square with a few shops and restaurants. When we got to the diner of course Fred came inside with me. I’m sure my father ordered him too. I ate a cheeseburger and fries and watched a teenage girl play on her phone in the distance. Fred had coffee and read the newspaper and sat far from me. Then I saw the girl get up and go to the ladies room. I followed her. Once inside the bathroom I said,
“Hey I will give you twenty dollars to let me make a phone call for five minutes. Right here and right now, but you can’t tell anyone especially when you walk back out there.
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