by Harley Wylde
Part of me wanted to extend an invitation, but even I knew that was a dick move. She’d been drugged, and whatever she’d been dosed with could be making her act this way. I grabbed the shower gel and started to wash, trying not to linger anywhere for long, even though my cock was throbbing. I felt it twitch, but I didn’t dare try to rub another one out, not with her in the room.
“Elena.”
She focused on me and licked her lips. Jesus. That one small move was enough to make me picture her on her knees, my cock in her mouth.
“You’re not making this easy. I’m trying to be a good guy and do the right thing. Do you even know where you are?” I asked, rinsing the soap from my body.
“Devil’s Fury,” she said. “And you’re… Outlaw?”
I nodded. It seemed she’d been alert enough to at least pick up my name. “So you weren’t completely out of it when I brought you here.”
“I feel fine,” she said. Her gaze scanned me again, lingering a little too long on a certain part that would like to get intimately acquainted with her. “Maybe a little fuzzy headed, and I ache in places I shouldn’t, but that’s it. Not like before when I couldn’t stand or grip anything. Everything was spinning.”
She ached in places… Shit. My gaze scanned her and I noticed her nipples were poking through her dress, and it made me wonder if her panties were wet. It seemed my shower was turning her on, as much as I was getting hot knowing that she was watching. I’d never been an exhibitionist before, always taking my women off the clubhouse main floor and into a private room, but the way she devoured me with her gaze, I’d happily take her in a room full of strangers.
“Darlin’, I need to get out of this shower and I’m not sure you want me doing that while you’re in the bathroom. There’s a difference in seeing me naked through the damn glass and me being right there in front of you.”
Her gaze caressed what she could see of me, and fuck me if she didn’t lick her lips again. It was almost like she wondered how I’d taste. Maybe she fucking knew I was wondering if her pussy was nice and sweet or sharp and tangy. “I’ve never seen a naked man before.”
Christ! And now I was hard as a fucking steel post. A virgin? I’d known she was too good for this place, but shit. I smacked the back of my head against the shower wall, trying to knock some sense into myself. It was so fucking tempting to step out and see what she’d do.
“Elena, I have more control than most men, or I usually do, but you’re proving to be one hell of a temptation.”
She took another step toward the shower. “Does that hurt?”
“What?” I asked.
Her gaze dropped to my cock. “When it’s hard like that, does it hurt?”
Fuck me.
“Is it comfortable? Not exactly. And if I stay hard without any relief, then yeah, I guess you could say it hurts, just not like… it’s not the same type of pain you’d feel with an injury or anything. More of an intense discomfort, unless I’m wearing pants, then it can fucking hurt after a while. It’s hard to explain to someone who doesn’t have a dick.”
This had to be the weirdest moment of my life. My cock kept jerking in time with my heartbeat, and a woman who had never seen a naked man kept staring at me, and asking questions. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it all. I shut off the water and decided to see if she’d flee when I opened the shower door. If I’d put the damn towel closer, then I could have reached out and snatched it without having to leave the shower all the way.
I pushed open the shower door and stepped out onto the mat. Elena didn’t back up, she didn’t scream. If anything, she swayed toward me, like she might come closer. I knew it had to be the drugs she’d consumed. Snatching the towel off the counter, I briskly dried myself, then wrapped it around my waist and brushed past her to get into the bedroom. Yanking open the dresser drawer, I pulled out a pair of underwear and stepped into them. Once they were in place, I used the towel to dry the stray water droplets from my chest and back. I wasn’t a prude or embarrassed over being naked, but it was a little strange having her stare at me like that. Normally if a woman was eyeing me, it meant we were about to fuck. Or it had in the past, when my dick had worked.
“Can you tell me more about how the drug made you feel?” I asked. I needed to get her mind off my cock, and mine too for that matter. And if we could find out more, then maybe we’d have a shot at figuring out what it was. It was obviously being administered through the drinks, but that didn’t narrow it down much. So far, none of the woman had remembered anything except feeling drunk. Something told me Elena had never been drunk before, which meant her description might help a bit more.
“I tried to flip the pages in my book, but I couldn’t seem to grab them. The words just swam across the page, and when I looked around the room everything blurred. My body felt heavy and I started to fall. Even my tongue felt heavy, and I had trouble speaking.”
I nodded. I’d been the one to catch her. She’d seemed out of place and I’d been making my way over to her table when I realized something wasn’t quite right. But if the person drugging the women was another woman, I didn’t understand how they could have seen Elena as a threat. She’d hidden in the corner, keeping to herself. I’d nearly laughed when I saw her pull out her book. That had definitely been a first. Women came here to party, not read. It had been obvious she didn’t belong at the Devil’s Fury clubhouse. Unless… unless this wasn’t about jealousy. What if someone was trying to get the club in trouble by drugging these women?
In which case, we had way more trouble on our hands than we realized.
“Was I really drugged?” she asked, worrying at her lower lip.
“Yeah, I think you were, but I’m not sure who did it. Until we figure some things out, you’re staying here.”
Her eyes went wide. “S-stay h-here?”
“Yep. You need to call someone? Parents? Sister?” I eyed her up and down. “Boyfriend?”
She folded her arms under her breasts, making them plump up even more. Damn. If she pushed them up even higher, they’d spill out of her dress, not that I’d complain. Ever since I’d noticed her, I’d been imagining her naked. I’d had a certain type most of my life, and Elena fit it to a T. Curves for days, long, glossy hair, and pouty lips. And the sweet, innocent look was really doing it for me. I’d never been with a woman who wasn’t experienced, but the thought of being someone’s first brought out my inner barbarian.
“If you must know, I left home and I’m striking out on my own.” She tipped her chin up at a defiant angle that was cute as fuck.
“Yeah? How old are you, Elena?” Please say you’re at least eighteen so I don’t have to kick my own ass.
“Twenty-one.”
Huh. Well, that made her older than I’d thought, but younger than I usually liked. And it made me wonder why the hell she was just now leaving home. Unless maybe she’d been living with her parents while she went to college.
She licked her lips and her posture relaxed a little. “I was in a foster home until I aged out of the system. I guess technically, I was still in a foster home, but they weren’t getting paid after I turned eighteen. My family was nice so I stayed. They could have told me I had to leave, but they didn’t. I’d thought things were going well, and maybe I’d have time to save some money and get a place of my own. Except, lately they keep pushing this man in my direction, wanting me to marry him and pop out a bunch of babies.”
I didn’t even pretend to know what was wrong with that scenario. Maybe it made me a sexist asshole, but I rather liked the idea of her having a bunch of kids -- mine. Maybe she didn’t want to be a mom? Or was there something wrong with the guy they wanted her to marry? Had he given her the creeps? Maybe he’d been a horrible kisser. Whatever the case, she’d decided to leave everything and everyone she knew to escape a marriage to him.
“Is he ugly?” I asked.
Her gaze scanned me again, and I could have sworn she whimpered a little. “Not exactly, but he
doesn’t look like you either.”
I bit the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t laugh. Her honesty was a bit refreshing, especially since she wasn’t doing it in a way meant to entice me. I had a feeling she was just being her. Or at least her on drugs and alcohol. Who knew if she was this chatty completely sober. Honestly, the fact she could still be impaired was the only thing holding me back from trying to seduce her.
“Yeah? So what’s so horrible about him?” I asked, trying to distract myself and find out more about Elena.
“Nothing. He seems perfectly nice. He’s older than me, but he’s the type that looks down on women. You know, the ones who only want their wife barefoot and in the kitchen?”
I nodded. Yep I knew that type well, since that was me. Then again, with my way of life, having a woman with a job outside of the club could be dangerous. I’d want her here where I could protect her, or at least working at one of our businesses. I had to admit, the idea of her barefoot in my kitchen was rather appealing. Didn’t sound like the type of thing she’d go for, though. As for her comment about him being older, I wondered if she’d gotten a good look at me from the neck up yet. She’d definitely gotten an eyeful of my cock. I was fifteen years older than her. While I’d been told I looked younger, I knew I didn’t look anywhere near her age.
“He didn’t look like the kind of man who knows how to make a woman orgasm,” she blurted, then her cheeks flared a bright red.
Huh. I wasn’t quite sure what to say to that one. The obvious choice was, I can! Well, obvious if I wanted to be a dick. She needed a safe place while Grizzly figured out who was drugging the women, and here I was thinking with my cock. In my defense, I was just so thrilled the damn thing worked, it was a little hard to control myself at the moment. I almost felt like a thirteen-year-old boy again. Yeah, I’d been the kid who jacked off at every opportunity even back then.
I’d expected her to freak out when she woke up at my place. Instead, she’d come to stare at me as I showered and asked a million questions. It was cute the way she kept saying whatever popped into her head. I didn’t know if it was the drugs still in her system, or if she was always like this. I liked it.
“I only have one bedroom set up,” I said. “Like I said before, you can either sleep in here and I’ll take the couch, or you can have the couch. Whatever makes you the most comfortable.”
She hesitated a moment, and I wondered what she was thinking. If she weren’t so… pure, then I’d have offered a third option -- we both take the bed. Then again, the way she eyed me like I was her favorite dessert, she just might accept my offer. Then if she woke tomorrow and I discovered she’d still been flying high on the drugs in her system, I’d have felt like a fucking asshole. Yeah, I needed to try and remember to keep my distance.
“I have a motel room. All my things are there.”
She wasn’t arguing about staying so that was a plus. Maybe she understood exactly how much danger she could have been in. It was a good thing I’d noticed what was going on. If I hadn’t seen her, known the exact moment the drugs took effect, then any of my brothers would have just thought she was tipsy and willing. Whoever was behind this shit, we needed to find them and stop it. Preferably before something really fucking bad happened.
Chapter Three
Elena
I was crazy. That was the only explanation. Completely and utterly insane. What normal person woke up in a strange man’s home, watched him masturbate, then asked a million questions while eyeing him like a piece of candy? Me, that’s who. Apparently, I wasn’t as normal as I’d always thought. And then he’d demanded that I stay here. I should have refused, or at least put up a fight, but I had to admit I was captivated by Outlaw. Maybe I was still tipsy from the beer, or whatever I’d been given. I wasn’t ready to admit that I’d been drugged. Yes, I’d briefly wondered if that had happened, but I’d never drunk alcohol before. It was possible that having two beers could do that, right? The thought that someone had done that to me was too scary for me to think on it too long.
No, I couldn’t completely lie to myself. I’d been intrigued by the things happening at the clubhouse from the moment I’d stepped through the door. The way I was feeling, the urgent need to reach out and touch him, to beg him to touch me, none of that could be blamed on the drinks I’d had. It was all me. And now I was going to stay here, with temptation within reach. If he asked me to share a bed with him, I didn’t think I’d have the strength to say no. I was far too curious about how it would feel to experience the things I’d seen earlier tonight, or the scenes I’d read in books.
There was only one motel in town, so Outlaw hadn’t needed the name, but I’d given him my key so he could have someone get my things. I still hadn’t answered his question about where I wanted to sleep. It hadn’t escaped my notice that this would be the perfect opportunity. I’d always been interested in learning about sex -- in a more personal way than reading -- but I’d never dared sleep with anyone. Even if I’d gone to another town, somehow my foster parents would have found out, and then I had no doubt there would have been hell to pay. Or they might have just kicked me out. I’d wondered more than once if they’d have pushed so hard for me to marry Garrison West if I hadn’t been a virgin anymore. I didn’t know if he’d have cared either way. All he wanted was a broodmare.
Being here with Outlaw, a man who definitely made my body come alive, was the perfect chance to lose my virginity. Guys like him had probably slept with hundreds of women, if not thousands. He looked like the type who would take what he wanted, and his name alone gave off that vibe. Not that I thought that was his real name. I’d read a book last year about a woman who fell for a guy in club like this one. Well, maybe not quite like this one. These guys made me think they didn’t care about the law much, but the ones in my book had kept everything legal. Still, they’d all had… what were they called? Road names. Yes, they’d had road names. I figured Outlaw was the sexy guy’s road name.
He was making dinner at the stove while I sat at the kitchen table, trying not to stare too long, or drool for that matter. He hadn’t put on a shirt and was only in a pair of well-worn jeans. The women I’d known most of my life all sighed and got giddy over a man in a suit. I’d thought men were handsome before, but Outlaw… Yeah, it seemed I had a type, and it definitely wasn’t a straitlaced businessman.
“Where were you going?” Outlaw asked without turning around.
I couldn’t help but admire his ink. His back was covered in tattoos, but I’d noticed none of them would show if he had on a shirt. His arms were bare of any designs, and while his chest didn’t have any either, I had seen something in script across his ribs. I wondered if the lack of ink in other spots was on purpose. Did he not like just anyone being able to see them? I’d also seen a lot of scars, some red and angry-looking, and I wondered where they came from. It looked like he’d been through hell.
“I didn’t have a particular spot in mind. I just needed to get away.” I still wasn’t sure I’d run quite far enough.
He hmm’d but didn’t remark other than that. I felt like I needed to explain myself to him, but I didn’t know why. What did it matter why I was leaving or where I was going? I’d told him about Garrison before I’d even really thought about it. Maybe it seemed like a ridiculous thing to him. Running off to avoid a man. It wasn’t like I’d been beaten or worse. I’d just felt stifled.
“Guess I seem kinda silly to you.” I twisted my fingers together in my lap. “The type of women who come here probably don’t run away just because their family wants them to marry someone they don’t like.”
“Wouldn’t know,” he said. “I don’t really have conversations with them.”
Oh. Well, that said plenty. I guess you didn’t really need to talk to someone to have sex with them, but it seemed a bit cold to me. It was another reason why I was still a virgin. Even if I’d been tempted to just get rid of my V-card, I’d wanted the moment to be special. While I didn’t think Outlaw thou
ght I was the least bit unique, I did think he seemed like the type of man who knew what he was doing in the bedroom. Even if we didn’t have a lasting relationship, or any type of relationship, I’d be willing to bet I’d enjoy sex with him. A one-night stand with some random stranger wouldn’t ensure that I’d like the experience. But this particular man seemed sure of himself, like he knew exactly what he was doing.
“I haven’t been with a woman in a long time,” he said. “Not much use talking to one if I didn’t plan to sleep with her. I’m not exactly the type to give a shit about things like hair products, the best nail salon, or whatever the fuck else y’all talk about.”
I chewed on my lip, certain I should be offended, but I found him rather funny. It would be like a woman assuming all men thought about were car engines, sports, and beer -- and while all that could very well be true for this man, I couldn’t see Garrison West knowing the first thing about cars or drinking beer.
“Not all of us care about that stuff,” I said.
“No? Then what do you like to talk about?” he asked, finally turning to face me. He folded his arms over his chest, and my cheeks warmed as I felt my panties grow damp.
“Books. I love to read.”
He smirked. “I noticed. Don’t believe I’ve ever seen a woman come to the clubhouse and pull out a book. You seemed completely out of place.”
He wasn’t wrong. I wasn’t anything like those women. Or rather, I’d never been permitted to be like them. I couldn’t deny that I’d wanted to join their ranks tonight. Maybe not as a free for all with any and all of the men there, but if Outlaw was the one claiming my virginity? I’d be completely on board with that.
“Yeah. The lady at the motel suggested I stop by. Guess she thought that was why I’d come to town or something. You get a lot of women who drive here just to come to your clubhouse?” I asked.
