by Ashley Hall
"Allie?" she repeated, wonder in her voice. "That's my name?"
What the hell?
"You don't remember me?" I asked. What the fuck happened to her? Suddenly, her weight loss made her look sickly, and she was back to shivering again, her arms wrapped around her middle, pulling the oversized soaking wet shirt tight around her tits.
She bit her lower lip and shook her head. "Should I?" she whispered, head down making her seem like she was talking to the road instead of me.
All the rage I had been suppressing from seeing her again—now that she was safe from harm—was flooding through me again. I circled around her and my bike, feeling like a lion stalking its prey. "Your name is Allie."
She stared me down as I rounded in front of her. "Sky."
"What?"
"I'm not Allie. I'm not her anymore." She lifted her chin, defiance in her eyes. "I'm Sky."
Sky… What kind of a name was that? Although it kinda fit, considering she had always had big goals. She'd always wanted to reach for the sky.
I smirked. Okay, then. If she went by Sky now, I'd call her Sky. "Well, Sky, I'm Shadow."
Her eyes darkened, and she glowered at me. It would've been more impressive if she wasn't still shivering. "Are you playing me?" she asked coolly.
"Not at all, babe."
Her nose wrinkled. "Don't call me that."
"Why not? I used to call you that all the time. Back when we were dating."
"We used to date?" She gave me a quick once-over and then dropped her gaze to the ground, making it impossible for me to read her face. Just what was she thinking? What happened to her to make her forget me, forget us, both the good and the bad?
"Yeah. Why would I lie?" I jerked my thumb to the clubhouse. "You look like you might be in need of a place to crash."
Her head shot up. "Yes. Please."
The gratitude in her eyes almost had me caving, but I held firm. I thrust my pelvis forward until my cock was pushing against her pussy through our pants, my bike holding her upright. "Yeah, I'll give you shelter for tonight…"
She didn't pull away; her gaze didn't leave my face. She parted her lips, probably to thank me.
But I wasn't finished yet. "Just for tonight. I need to fuck you tonight," I demanded.
A revenge fuck. Just what I needed.
Chapter Three
Sky
I couldn't believe the events that had just occurred. From almost being abducted, to being rescued by a stranger, to riding on the back of a motorcycle—something that probably would've been exhilarating if I hadn't been so scared. To being taken to a building I didn't recognize and being told the stranger wasn't actually a stranger…
And now he wanted me, wanted my body.
It was all too much to take in. And him pressing himself against me, feeling just how much he wanted me, made it all the more impossible to think. His eyes were wide and dark with lust, and his cock felt so big and hard…
He'd called me Allie. Allie. I rolled the name around my mind. The name meant nothing to me. I felt more comfortable being Sky. For now, I would still be Sky. Maybe Allie had died in the car accident, and I'd been reborn. Although this "new" life wasn’t starting off much better than the last one had ended.
So Allie had dated this handsome bad boy? He was hot, in a dark and dangerous kind of way. His hair was darker than his eyes, and his irises looked like coals. Rain dripped down from his still-damp hair, and his tight t-shirt clung to his muscular body. His jeans hung perilously low on his hips, and as if he knew what I was thinking, he pushed toward me again, rubbing, grinding. The friction of his hard cock against me made me think that maybe he wasn't quite so crazy for demanding this of me.
But, no, it was. Those guys… they'd wanted me for my body too. Then again, Shadow—what kind of a name was that? I still wasn't sure if he was joking about that or not. He and I had a history. And even if my mind didn't remember him, my body sure seemed to. Even though my clothes were soaked, I could feel the warm heat spreading from between my legs and my nipples hardening just from him rubbing against me.
Lust, pure and simple. Maybe it was because of him rescuing me, or wanting to feel close to someone again after feeling alone for so long, or even maybe because I was that desperate to have a place for the night, but I considered the invitation. I had nowhere else to go, it was really dark out now, and the thought of walking somewhere to try to find another place for shelter had tears stinging my eyes. Not after that van incident. No way.
I'd give him anything to stay safe. Even my body.
Bracing my hands on the bike—reminding me of the frightening and adrenaline-charged ride, zooming along the streets, holding onto Shadow as tight as I could… I already knew how hard his pecs were—I brushed back against him. "You'll let me sleep here if I sleep with you?"
God, I sounded like a whore. Maybe I was, for being willing to do this but as dangerous as he was, he made me feel safe too. He'd saved me.
"Yes." His voice was low, with an edge, and the glint in his dark eyes was enough to make me feel lost again, in a strangely erotic way.
"I… I can do that." My voice came out breathless. Was I panting? God, please tell me I wasn't panting.
Something shifted in his expression, a flicker too quick for me to read, and for a moment, I wondered if I had made the right choice. But then his hand grabbed mine, and a shock of awareness went through me as our fingers intertwined. It felt natural, right… almost like coming home again.
He led me inside, walking fast. A few guys were sitting around a table, drinking beers and watching TV. They glanced our way and my cheeks began to burn. Shadow's jeans did not hide his erection, and they had to realize what we were about to do. Did they recognize me?
A few grunted in greeting, in that universal guy language, and one did call out, "Hey, Shadow."
Shadow twisted toward me, a smirk on his face that made my heart skip a beat.
He didn't respond to them, just led me through the room to a hallway. At the end was a staircase. We climbed it, still holding hands. Shadow was walking a little too fast for my unsteady legs, but I managed to keep up. At the landing, at the top of the stairs, there was another hallway lined with several doors.
Shadow kicked open the last door on the right. Inside was dark, and he didn't bother to turn on a light switch. The darkness made me feel blind as I stumbled toward the middle of the room and the panic I'd felt when I first woke up in the hospital, came rushing back. My chest grew tight, and I couldn't breathe.
I didn't want to be that frightened woman anymore. I wasn't her. She'd been nameless. She'd been pathetic and weak and scared all the time. Yes, I'd been terrified when that guy grabbed me, and then when the driver had come out, too. Then, when Shadow had ridden up, I didn't know if he was in on it too. I'd struggled and fought back, but I was weak. Strong enough to be discharged from the hospital, but not strong enough to fight off the likes of them.
"Are you sure about this?"
His deep voice sounded from behind me. When we had stopped holding hands, the connection broken, I had almost forgotten he was even there.
"Yes, I'm sure." I was. No regrets, no second thoughts. Whatever had happened in my past, I was goddamn sure there was no going back. I needed to form a connection with another human being, to feel alive. Who better with, than someone who could help me unlock the mystery of who I was before the car accident?
My wet clothes clung to me and I was still shivering. I turned around to face him and started to remove my shirt when I felt rather than saw how dark his mood was. With how black the room was, it was too hard to read his facial expression, but I could sense that he was upset or displeased, and neither of them was what I had hoped for. My fingers fell away from my shirt, and I slowly walked over to him. No matter what, I couldn't have him change his mind. What if he decided I wasn't worth it and forced me back out onto the cold, damp streets?
But even more than that, there was a part of me that wanted to
remove the darkness and give him something to smile about. He seemed so hard and rough around the edges, but if we'd dated, I must have seen something in him. Hopefully, I hadn't just dated him for his looks. Plus, I really did want him. Not just because he had saved me. Because he had known me before the accident and because I wanted to know him again, too.
Swallowing hard, I removed his shirt instead. He was so tall, towering over my five-foot-four frame, easily a foot taller than me, and he had to bend down for me to get it over his head. No longer shivering but trembling, I lifted onto my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his.
At first, he didn't respond, which confused me, and I began to lose my confidence, but then his lips opened and it was all I could do to keep kissing him back. He was assaulting me with his lips, teeth and tongue. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him as if he were my life preserver. In a way, he had been earlier. The kiss felt like a fight for control, for dominance, and I was losing. But, in this battle, I didn't mind if I wasn't the victor.
He pulled back abruptly, leaving me breathless and wanting, my lips feeling swollen already. This was a man who took what he wanted, I could tell, and he wanted me. My eyes were adjusting to the darkness and his bulge looked even bigger than before.
Wanting to see it, to feel it, God…to taste it, I worked at his jeans and managed to push them down to his ankles. No boxers or briefs for him. His cock jumped right out at me, sprung at attention, thick and long. I licked my lips. Time to earn my keep, and based on the size of him, boy, was I going to enjoy it.
His cock felt rock hard in my hand. I eased my grip down his length and back again, slowly stroking him. Glancing up, I saw that his eyes were closed, head slightly tilted back.
Grinning, I kneeled down and flicked out my tongue to touch the tip of his cock. He drew in a strangled gasp.
Yes, you might be a big, bad biker dude, but I'm going to bring you to your knees.
Emboldened, I opened my mouth wide and took in as much of him as I could without gagging. He was so thick my jaw was already starting to ache, and I couldn't suck all of him. One of my hands stroked the base of his cock that my mouth couldn't quite reach, and the other hand cupped his balls. Slowly, teasingly, I toyed with him, sucking hard then soft, taking him completely out of my mouth and kissing the length of him. Amazingly, his cock kept on hardening the more I played with him. If he were to enter to me, to fuck me, it would feel incredible. I shifted slightly so that I could rub my pussy while I pleased him, wanting to feel some pleasure of my own.
The next time I put him in my mouth, I flattened my tongue to take in even more of him. His hands went to the back of my head, tangling in my hair and forcing me to take all of him in. My initial response was to push back, to stop him, but I managed not to gag, and swallowing helped. He seemed to like that, my swallowing around him. I pumped my mouth back and forth, sliding up and down his cock, sucking hard, going faster, still playing with his balls, not worrying about his hands on the back of my head.
"That’s it," I whispered around his cock, the words coming out as unintelligible moans. "Come for me."
Maybe he heard me, or maybe it was because I allowed my teeth to lightly graze along the length of his cock, but I felt him stiffen briefly and then hot cum pulsed out of his cock, hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed it, every last salty drop, looking up to see his expression. Eyes closed, chin up, mouth slightly parted… he looked like a sex god.
A hot biker sex god.
A hot biker hero sex god.
His cock slid out of my mouth, glistening with my saliva. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, still kneeling in front of him. "That work for you?" I teased.
Slowly, he shifted his head down to stare at me, his eyes boring into me. I shivered at the look in his gaze, the naked lust I saw there. "You're still wearing clothes."
"Um…" I glanced down at my clothes, they were still sticking to me, and honestly, I wouldn't mind getting out of them. And from the wicked slow, sexy as hell smile on his face, Shadow was thinking along those lines, too. "Silly, huh?"
"It's fucking wrong, that's what it is," he said. He yanked my shirt over my head so hard I thought it was going to rip.
My bra was all that survived the car accident. As Shadow eyed it and my chest appreciatively, I couldn't help but wonder if he had seen me wear it before. If he had peeled it off of me when we made love on another night, if it had been an accomplice to our sin. Because even though I didn't remember Shadow, I knew he was a sinner all right, and I wouldn't be surprised if he had turned Allie into a sinner, too.
Now he was corrupting me, reborn as Sky.
And I didn't mind.
"What do you want?" he asked in a low, dangerous tone.
"To be out of my clothes." For starters.
"And?"
"And for you to have your way with me." The words just came tumbling out. I didn’t even know where from. I should have been afraid of him, or at least warier than I was. He'd said we had dated. Not that we currently were. We had broken up. Maybe I did it, or maybe he had, but either way, I still didn't know why.
Maybe he was taking advantage of me, of my lack of memories, of my being fragile after the near abduction. But I was taking advantage of him, too. I wanted that human-to-human connection, and there wasn't any connection as powerful as an intimate one.
Plus, I had thought that my sucking him off might be enough to earn my place for the night. If he wanted to return the favor, I was more than willing to let him. Oh, God, yes, I was more than willing to let him. My panties were already soaking wet at the thought.
"Please, fuck me," I whispered. My nipples tightened against my bra, rubbing against the damp material. I longed for him to touch me there, to touch me everywhere, for him to claim me.
"I can manage that." With one hand, he flicked off my damp bra. It dropped to the floor on top of my shirt. His hands skimmed down my sides, and I frowned with impatience, wishing he would cup my breasts, tease my nipples, do something… Well, he was doing something all right. Making me all hot and bothered waiting for him. Damn him and his mind games.
His cock hadn't softened much considering he'd recently spewed his seed down the back of my throat. I reached out, wanting to stroke it back to that full hardness I'd felt earlier, only Shadow knocked my hand away and yanked down my jeans and panties in one swoop. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of them, along with everything else I’d been wearing. Shivering, I wrapped my arms around me tightly, partially covering my breasts.
"I want to see you."
At his demand, I lowered my arms to my sides. He wasn't seeing me. He was burning me with his eyes. I couldn't breathe with him looking at me like that, as if he could see through me, to my soul. It wasn't fair for him to know parts of my life when all I knew had transpired in the months since I'd woken from the coma. It made me feel vulnerable, and after the van, feeling vulnerable wasn't what I wanted at all.
"I want you to touch me," I retorted, hand on hip.
"I don't like your insolence."
I shivered again, this time at hearing him say insolence. Somehow, he made it sound incredibly erotic. It wasn't the kind of word I'd expect out of a biker. Just who was this Shadow guy? What made him tick? I knew what it took to make him come but there was more to him than just his smoking good looks, I could tell. He was as much a mystery to me as I was to myself.
His hands touched my bare hips. I longed to thrust forward with my hips so we could touch, grind, get started, but he held me tight. I wanted him to take control. Have your way with me, please. My eyes closed in surrender.
He twisted me around so that my back was to him, and he guided me forward. My legs were unsteady after all the walking, being chased, and my kicking one, or both, of the guys—I couldn't remember everything that had happened. I stumbled, but Shadow prevented me from falling.
"My hero." The words came out before I could think about whether or not it was a good idea to voice that thought.
"Do heroes do this?" He bent me over and I automatically dropped my hands onto a soft blanket. The bed. My ass was pointed upward and his hands were cupping my ass cheeks, squeezing them like I'd wanted him to squeeze my breasts. Suddenly, a finger ran up and down my folds and I almost jerked before relishing in the pleasure of that simple touch. "You're so wet."
"Must be from the rain," I quipped.
His hand slapped my ass. Not too hard. I jumped more from being surprised than from the force of the slap. His hand remained there, rubbing the same spot.
"Why are you wet?" he asked.
"Because of you. Because I want you."
