by Chloe Plume
I scanned the room, reaching deep for the courage to approach someone and ask exactly where the hell I was. The bartender seemed like a logical starting place, so I made my way across the floor to the counter.
“You look lost.”
The voice came from behind me. It wasn’t what I expected. Not some raspy, gritty exhale from a biker who’d had too many drinks and smoked his lungs out. The voice was deep, smooth, and even comforting. I turned around, no idea who I’d encounter.
Holy shit!
My eyes traced up from his chest and shoulders and right into his bright blue eyes. His face was angular. The stark shadows cast by the low light of the bar enhanced the chiseled contours of his prominent cheekbones and strong jawline. His physique was equally impressive. A trim waistline, broad shoulders, and a sleek but clearly muscular build.
But right beside his obvious rugged appeal, there was something almost delicate in his features. It was a kind of boyish openness and vulnerability that came through in his grin and the gleam of his eyes. I had to admit it was alluring.
“If you need a ride or something, come with me. I wouldn’t stay here too long if I were you.”
Who does this guy think he is?
It took a moment for me to snap out of ogling the hot guy in front of me. But when I finally did, I was shocked by how brazen he was. I didn’t even know his name.
“The name’s Rev—well, Revon actually,” he said, as if reading my mind.
I stared back up at him. His dark hair was messy, shaggy, careless, and damn sexy. His jeans were worn and fit just right, not tight but snug against muscular thighs. And his black motorcycle jacket, with a reddish stripe running diagonally across it, was thrown casually over his shoulder.
I knew his type. Incredibly attractive, self-infatuated, and perpetually unemployed. These guys thought they were God’s gift to the world and assumed all they had to do was walk up to a woman and she’d go home with them—which most likely meant their parents’ house. I wasn’t falling for that. I didn’t have the patience or the time to deal with that kind of guy.
He scanned the room. “Come on, let’s go.”
And then his hand was on the small of my back, pulling me around and back the way I came. I swear there was something electrifying in the firm, warm touch of his fingers through my thin blouse. For a moment I started walking with him, following as he guided me from behind. But, like before, I finally snapped out of that as well.
“Who the hell do you think you are?!” I shouted, slapping his arm away. “Get away from me, you delinquent punk!”
He just smirked. His face was all one big sexy crooked smile that almost made me melt. A long, quiet moment passed between us, with me lost in his gorgeous, smoldering eyes.
Finally he shrugged and chuckled. “Kitten’s got claws.” He turned toward the exit, shaking his head. “Well, maybe you’ll be alright.”
I breathed a sigh of relief, watching him walk out. At least that was one last problem to deal with. Though I had to admit it. I didn’t entirely dislike being bothered by him.
Stay focused, Winter.
I shook my head, mentally resetting, and walked up to the bar. Getting the bartenders attention was incredibly difficult, as he seemed to be purposefully ignoring me.
“Excuse me. Sir. I just need to know where I am. Could you, Sir… Could you tell me how to get to Desert Ranch Road?”
Despite my every effort, he stood in the opposite corner, polishing glassware and restacking bottles. The longer I stood there, the more I felt extremely uncomfortable. I was starting to get some creepy looks from drunk guys sitting on the other end of the counter.
“I can help you out,” a gritty voice whispered in my left ear. “I’m sure we can work something out.”
I felt coarse fingers slide up my right thigh and under the hem of my skirt. As I turned to get away, a hand grabbed hold of my ass. I heard a deep laugh, and another hand fell on top of my shoulder.
So I bolted. I grasped my suitcase so hard my knuckles turned white and burst out of the bar as fast as I could. I didn’t know where the hell I was going, just as far away from there as possible.
I hurriedly crossed the road, shaken and wary. The town, if you could even call it that, wasn’t exactly a bustling hub of activity. The street was empty, stretching into the vast and barren distance. Meanwhile, nightfall was limiting my options.
Just then, I heard a deafening and thunderous roar. The ground shook and an orange-red flash sped by. Up ahead, a brightly colored sports car came to a screeching halt, and then backed up until I was face to face with the driver-side window.
The window came slowly down, revealing the unforgettable grin of that arrogant, cocky hot guy from the bar.
“Last chance kitten,” was all he said as the trunk popped open.
Well, what the hell.
I threw my suitcase in the back and hitched a ride. Little did I know that it would be the craziest, most exciting, and altogether transformative ride of my life.
Chapter Four
Rev
She wasn’t my type. I knew that the moment I laid eyes on her at the bar. She was restrained, modest, and wearing some golf club housewife outfit that should have been an immediate turn-off.
But try telling that to my cock.
This girl was a short, curvy, brunette with a body made for sex. My eyes traced the delicious contours of her breasts and ass, and my jeans tightened right there and then. I had to have her.
And of course, when I turned the charm on, her claws came out. She was sassy, this one. “Delinquent punk” was what she called me. Somehow that smart-mouth went right along with that great ass and pair of tits. And, whether she realized it or not, her big brown bedroom eyes were a temptation all on their own.
She had a lot of spunk, strolling into a shit-hole like that—a favorite hangout for the worst elements of outer-Vegas society. And that’s saying a lot. Let’s just say these guys weren’t the most well-mannered type. And this girl just wandered in, looking lost and helpless, her boxy, rigid, preppy clothes failing miserably to conceal the exquisite swells of her little body.
So I knew she’d be running out of there pretty soon. Once those guys got all riled up and couldn’t stay away, that is.
But look whose talking…
Truth was, I couldn’t stay away either. It’s why I sped by her, resolved to keep going and not get involved with something that wasn’t worth the effort. But she was worth the effort. That first look at her curvy little body made my cock twitch and blood rush from head.
I wasn’t thinking when I backed the car up to give her a ride. I didn’t really care. She was one hot little firecracker. And she was coming with me.
“No funny business,” she warned as she took a seat.
I grinned. “Well, look whose already making demands. You’re lucky I stopped, you know. There’s jack shit around here except more drunk, lecherous dirt-bags who hang out in bars like that.”
She shook her head and frowned. “Well, what does that make you then?”
“A diamond in the rough.”
She smiled, but it was short-lived, and her pretty face settled back into self-restraint. “Yeah, right.” She looked into the distance, thinking something over. “Well, I just need a ride to my Aunt Sylvia’s. Try anything else and I’ll call the cops so fast it’ll make your head spin.”
“Jeesh!” I held my hands up in surrender. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” My right hand went over my chest. “Cross my heart.”
She raised her eyebrows incredulously and crossed her arms. Her small features tensed and her button nose scrunched as she again thought something over.
For some reason, as much as I wanted to get in her skirt, I wanted to get in her head as well. She was making me curious. I hadn’t felt this interested in a girl in a very long time.
“Oh,” I started again. “By the way, if your cell was working, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have gone waltzing into that bar. But
, no worries, you can trust me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, yeah. I’m sure.”
“Happy to assist,” I continued. “Of course, there’s one small qualification. We’ll be heading into Vegas first because I’m on the way to my brother’s fight, and I’m running late.”
Her shoulders slumped. “Ugh. Alright. Once we get to Vegas, I’ll get a car service or try my luck with a cab again.”
I grinned. “Vegas cab give you the run-around on the scenic route?”
“You have no idea.”
“Well, all I’m saying is you should stick around for the fight. Swear I’ll get you safe and sound to your Aunt’s the moment it ends.”
“We’ll see,” she murmured.
“Challenge accepted.” I revved the car and got ready to peel out onto the highway. “By the way, you know my name…”
“Oh, right.” She extended a delicate hand. “Winter. Winter Calloway.”
“Revon Gryffin, but call me Rev.” I shook her slender, soft hand and couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel wrapped around the base of my cock. “Well, Winter, I would buckle up if I were you.”
I popped the clutch into first and shifted up quickly as the engine screamed. We were cruising through the desert at a hundred in no time. I shifted to sixth and lowered my rpms to reduce the engine noise.
“Winter Calloway…” I began, trying to strike up conversation. “You’re obviously not from around here”—I scanned her outfit out of the corner of my eye— “so, what’s your story?”
She tugged the hem of her skirt down towards her knees. My eyes darted from the road to her thighs as she smoothed the fabric.
Finally, she responded. “I flew in from New York for my bachelorette party.”
Disappointment rushed through me as I sank into my seat.
“But things didn’t go so well.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
Not really though…
“Looks like the wedding’s off,” she said in a flat tone that didn’t betray how she felt about it.
My curiosity got the better of me. “Why? What happened?”
She glared at me. “None of your business, that’s what.”
She’s cute when she’s angry.
“Whoa…hey come on. Just asking. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Her head rested in her palm as she propped her elbow up against the door. She was clearly distraught, but I doubt I’d get much else out of her. She certainly wasn’t shy, but she was as reserved as they came. And that just piqued my curiosity even more. I hadn’t been this interested in a girl in a long time.
She turned to look out the window, staring off into the expanse of desert for a long, still moment. Finally, without turning back to me, she spoke.
“Let’s just say my Prince Charming didn’t really get the whole monogamy part of marriage.”
“Wait…while you guys were getting married, he—”
“Yup,” she exclaimed, leaning back into the seat, arms crossed in front of her. “I walked in on him and some club hostess. Classy stuff. And he was pissed at me for interrupting.”
“Shit,” I blurted out. “Sounds like a real asshole. Some guys just don’t get it. I mean, I like messing around as much as anybody, but—”
“Oh, you like messing around…” she said suddenly and sarcastically. “What a surprise.”
“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, just that I know your type. The kind of guy who’s got a bedpost full of notches and no concept of what a relationship is.”
“Ah.” I nodded. “But here’s the thing.” I signaled and veered towards the exit ramp, giving her a brief look-over before getting my eyes back on the road. “I don’t make commitments I can’t keep.”
“Yeah, right.” She rolled her eyes. But then the faintest hint of a smile crossed her lips, and she turned back to the window. “So, we almost there?”
I stopped at the light and shot a quick text to Ink. “Should be fifteen minutes or so with the usual traffic on The Strip.”
“Who’d you text?”
Jeez. She’s really a curious one…
“My brother,” I said before taking off at the green light.
“The one who’s fighting?”
“Nope. Different guy. Very different.”
“Interesting,” she murmured under her breath. “Tight-knit family?”
I tilted my head and shrugged. “Ehhh. Wouldn’t say that exactly. But my brothers aren’t so bad. I’d say I’m a pretty easy going guy, but I figure if you get along with me, you’ll like them just fine.”
“Oh boy, I can hardly wait.”
There was no question I needed to fuck this girl. The moment she got out of the car and walked out towards the entrance to the hotel, I was reminded once more of exactly how plump and juicy her ass was.
Now, that’s really something else…
My dick stiffened and I did the ole’ flip and tuck, discreet as always. I could see each soft, enticing cheek tense against the material of her skirt. And her flimsy light blue blouse skimmed teasingly over the swell of her breasts. I cursed the high neckline, praying I could get a peek at her cleavage.
Now, how do I get from point A to B?
I mean, she wasn’t exactly begging for it. It almost seemed as if—I hated to admit it—she was immune to my charm. It was wholly unexpected. Unfamiliar. Arousing.
I never could back away from a challenge. I watched her beautiful ass, transfixed, as she walked slightly in front of me. Then, as we entered the elevator, I purposefully brushed across her hips while reaching for the lobby button.
By the end of tonight, I’ll get in that skirt. So help me God.
I just had to. There was nothing I wanted or needed more. My cock was throbbing harder than ever.
“So, where are they meeting us?” she asked as the elevator doors opened. Her big brown eyes stared up at me. My gaze fell down to her lips as she spoke. The soft, little mouth I wanted wrapped tightly on my pulsing dick.
“Right here,” I uttered mindlessly, still fantasizing about what I’d do to her body.
I pointed out to the middle of the lobby and sure enough—I mean you couldn’t miss them—Ink and Mayhem were standing there waiting.
“Wow.” Winter stared at Mayhem as we approached.
“Yup,” I said, nodding. “That boy eats his Wheaties.”
Ink looked both of us over with raised eyebrows. “You’re late.”
“I’m sorry.” I looked up at Mayhem, who was in his shorts and an extremely large tank top that still looked like it was about to burst. “I apologize.”
“No—no worries.” Mayhem put a heavy hand over my shoulder. “It’s just tradition, Revon, no big deal. Tradition. Duty. Honor. Family. Who cares, right?”
“Come on Cage,” I pleaded, using his real name. “Not now. Tear into me some other time. Don’t you have someone else to use as punching bag tonight?”
“Whose this?” Ink asked. “You’ve never brought a girl along. I didn’t take you for the dating type, Rev. Is it serious?”
“Oh, no… We’re just. Well, long story short is that Winter over here is having a pretty lousy end of the week so far given she was about to—”
Winter elbowed me in the ribs to shut me up. “Pleasure to meet you both,” she said, extending a slight, delicate hand to Ink and Mayhem.
“Well, I like her already,” Ink quipped, shaking her hand.
“Guys, I’m out of here.” Mayhem pulled Ink and me in for a quick huddle. “Shouldn’t be too long of a fight, so let’s go out after, drinks on Rev of course.”
“Hey…”
“Next time get here earlier Rev.” Mayhem shook his head. “You’d think a guy who races for a living would have better timing.”
“So, how’d you two meet?” Ink asked as we watched Mayhem make his way across the lobby like a tank, the crowd parting to either side of him.
I gave Winter a quick look a
nd shrugged. “Well, this one was lost out and about in a dangerous place. Being the Good Samaritan I am, I came to the rescue, swept her off her feet. And you know, she’s head-over-heels, so here we are.”
Winter scoffed, her eyebrows raised. “Yeah, he’s a real saint.”
Ink smiled. “Well, good to have you join us, Winter. Let’s go take our seats. There’s always an extra one waiting for the old man, but he doesn’t come by too often anymore.”
“Yeah, well good thing,” I noted. “Or else it’d be an evening full of pontification and speeches about his disappointment in each and every one of us.”
We followed Ink out of the lobby. I swung my hand over Winter’s delicate shoulders and my hand grazed the soft, silky skin of her arm.
“Looks like you’re my date for the evening,” I remarked, trying to keep things light.
“Just what I always wanted,” she shot back.
It all starts with the banter…
Chapter Five
Winter
Holy smokes!
As we made our way into the arena, I couldn’t help but wonder what these guys were eating. They must have been on some kind of special diet. All three brothers were tall with broad, muscular shoulders that tapered down to trim waists. Their jawlines were chiseled from stone and their eyes were all some kind of different shade of blue. They were easily the three hottest guys I’d ever laid eyes on. Each one could have had a successful career as a male model. But something told me that they weren’t the type to stand around all day getting their picture taken.
The similarities ended there though. The Gryffin brothers were as different from each other as could be, each in their own strikingly attractive way. Cage, or “Mayhem” as he seemed to go by, was clearly the eldest. He dominated the space around him, standing at no less than six-and-a-half feet tall and staring down at everyone with intimidating grey-blue eyes. And he was as big as he was tall. Missing him in crowded room was as likely as missing the Statue of Liberty from Ellis Island. Thick striations ran across his forearms and his heaving musculature strained against his clothing, as if there was a barely contained rage pulsing within.
