“Be back in a bit.” I nodded to Charlie before grabbing her hand and heading toward the bonfire where there’d be food, a bar, and bathrooms. “This party is like our lake parties,” I told Elle.
“Really?” Disbelief clear in her voice.
“Yup. Wild times.” I loved the lake and the hell we raised when we were there.
I saw the line of portable shitters and steered her toward one. When she stepped inside, I blocked the door because I wasn’t taking any chances with her safety. Once she finished her business, we headed around the bonfire behind the food tables. Stone held court in the center of his brothers. This was his going away party because of the price on his head. He’d move to a club in Mexico or be inside a prison by week’s end. My vote was prison.
Stone glanced my way and something flickered in the look between us. Probably my overactive imagination but I moved faster wanting to have Charlie at my back if shit went sideways. We’d made it a few yards away before we acquired three shadows. I assessed our options. The gate out was closer than Charlie.
“You notice the three following us?” I spoke low.
She nodded. “What’s the play?”
“Head to my bike.”
We crossed between two buildings leading to the parking lot when guys ahead of us blocked the path. Angels closed in from both sides. Fight it was. I had seconds to explain to Elle the consequence of a woman fighting a biker on his home ground, so I hoped she’d listen.
I flipped her around, putting her back to a wall and my phone in her hand. I had Charlie’s number up. “I’m going to dispose of this trash. You cannot help without starting a war, so shit goes south, call Charlie and wait for him. Get me?” I’d spoken in a rush before the two groups converged on us.
“I can—”
“Nope, not here. No doubt you’re lethal, Blondie, but not here.”
Her eyes lit with understanding and she squeezed my phone tighter. “Should I call now?”
“Nah, only if I go down.” I turned toward the five guys. Two looked like Angels but the other three were prospects, if that. Maybe I was the price to become a prospect. An Angel had to kill to become a member, no way they’d pull that shit tonight. This wasn’t something to go to war for, just some side entertainment.
“Stone says you overstayed your welcome,” a member said to me.
I assessed each of the five. The spokesman was the most dangerous, bigger than me and no doubt carrying weapons he longed to use, maybe a knife or brass knuckles, likely both. The second member was scrawny, he had a habit. But he’d be quick, no doubt. The other three, not a worry as long as I took them out quick.
“We were just leaving.” I smiled holding my hands out.
“We have a going away present for you,” the small one said before laughing a high-pitched wheezy laugh. Definitely high, that might work to my advantage or make him extra deadly.
I was under orders not to throw the first punch with any other club, which sucked balls, but orders were orders.
“Restrain him.” The big one nodded to the three prospects.
Two came from the left and one from the right. “Going to fuck your bitch when we’re done with you.” The soon-to-be-maimed idiot on the right sneered at me.
I didn’t waste any more breath on words. The idiot on the right swung wide, but I ducked. Now I’d fuck them up. I swept my foot out and tripped the fucker who’d threatened Elle. He hit the dirt and the other two reached me. A right hook to the shorter one and he hit the dirt. A left jab made the last prospect stagger away. I stepped back, grinding my boot into the loudmouth’s hand. Bones snapped and I kicked back hitting him square in the stomach then kicked the fucker’s head. One down.
The high motherfucker ran at me with a knife in his hand. I sidestepped his run and kicked up, the knife went flying into the night. I circled and kicked him in the back, propelling him into the brick building. He collapsed to the ground. Two down.
Two bear-like arms squeezed me from behind. My ribs cracked. Fuck.
“Going break you like a fucking toothpick.” The big one leaned forward to speak and I whipped my head back, smacking him in the nose with my head.
He dropped me and I stumbled to the ground. One of the two prospects aimed a kick for my head but I grabbed his foot and twisted. Snap, his leg cracked and he hit the ground. Three out of the fight. I stood and faced the two remaining attackers. The prospect looked at the big guy who had blood gushing from his nose.
“Get him, you want that prospect patch, put him on the fucking ground.” The big guy tried to circle around me as the other guy ran at my side.
Fisting my hand ready to strike, I tracked the real threat. I heard the kid rush at me and snapped my fist back, connecting with the kid’s jaw. He crumpled. I kicked back, making sure he was out of this fight. One left.
The big guy was strong and cunning. I’d broken his nose, which meant all bets were off. I watched his hands, making sure no gun appeared there. “Come get some.” I egged him on. I wasn’t being led away, leaving Elle unprotected. Not a single fucking chance I was that stupid.
He lumbered forward and we sized each other up.
“Should I take a nap? This is your show. You done?” I goaded him.
His eyes turned cold, or maybe I should say colder. The eyes always led the attack. He moved in, headed for my gut. I could take that hit to get in close enough. His fist connected as I kicked his knee out, I heard the crunch of the joint dislocating. He was down, grunting. I kicked his head.
One thing that fucking traitor Romeo taught me—never leave them awake to call for help. I surveyed the scene, no one moved. Everyone out. I backed to Elle, holding my hand out to her. “Let’s get out of here before someone decides to check on them.”
We headed for the gate.
“Hold it, motherfucker.” A low growl at my back.
I whipped around to see Charlie.
He laughed. “Man, you’re a mean motherfucker. You get the best pussy, and five to fight.”
“You called him?” I snorted.
“You went down on your knee.” She grinned at me. “Besides if I couldn’t kick ass someone else should get in on the fun.”
Charlie walked up to us. “Compadre, this woman, she’s my kind of crazy. You can call me a friend, Elle Jackson.”
I stared at Charlie. He took his friendships seriously. Elle had no idea what Charlie had committed to, but I did. Charlie would kill for his friends and I’m sure he did much worse for his brothers.
“Thanks, my friend.” I clasped his shoulder. “But you know seven is our lucky number, nothing less is worth bothering you for.”
“Fucking cocky shit, too.” He shook his head and walked with us out to my bike. “I’ll have a couple words with Diablo.”
“No need. You know I like a good rumble.” I didn’t need any more trouble with the Angels because I was going to start plenty tomorrow when I took Stone down with Elle. The fucker had signed and sealed that outcome when he’d sent his thugs after me.
“And I like my friends respected.” The dark tone allowed for no arguments.
“We good?”
“Golden.” His smile returned. “I’d offer to split a bottle with you, but you got something better to split tonight.”
He watched us get on my bike before he turned and headed back to the party. I had a feeling someone would be on the wrong side of his fist very soon.
I drove out of the gravel lot and about five blocks away before I pulled over.
“Why we stopping?” Elle asked.
“Need to find some kind of place to stay within a couple miles of his bike.” I flipped my map program open on my phone and searched for a motel. There was one 1.2 miles from here, most likely seedy as hell, but it was better than the corner. “Found a place, but
it won’t be pretty.”
She glanced over my shoulder. “Yeah, they rent by the hour. I’ve stayed there a few times while I was hunting.”
Of course she had. The hot woman on the back of my bike was a bounty hunter just like me. I bet she’d stayed in as many rat-infested dives as I had.
In the parking lot of the Sleepy Time Motel, I checked the tracking app, Stone’s motorcycle showed up clear and bright—the place was our home away from home for the rest of the night. Glancing down at my watch, I couldn’t believe it was already one. We had maybe four hours before Stone left, if that. We wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight.
I checked in and paid the oily midget behind the counter a hundred bucks to keep the room until four tomorrow afternoon. I also made him give me a clean set of sheets—even I had standards. Once I had the key, I walked down to the room and let Elle inside. Closing the door, I was surprised the room appeared decently clean, nowhere near my personal standard, but much better than I’d hoped for. Elle stood in the center of the room as if she wasn’t sure what she should be doing.
I tossed the sheets and my cut down on the one chair in the room.
“Come here, baby.” I held my arms open and she fell into them.
Her kiss ignited a fire I’d only quench buried deep inside her. I backed her toward the bed until her legs bumped the mattress. I stripped off her shirt. “Need you naked.”
Giving me a brilliant smile, she kicked off the heels before she shimmied out of her shorts. I couldn’t take my eyes off the creamy skin of her hips and those stellar legs.
“Your turn.” Her sexy voice hit me square in the chest. “You okay, did they hurt you?” Concern laced her words. No one worried about me, the way I preferred it, but Elle’s concern touched that part of me I’d been trying to shove away.
I kicked off my boots and padded around her to remove the bed-bug infested bed spread. I threw it in a corner.
Her lips twitched. “Neat freak then?” Her eyes went from the discarded spread to the sheets I’d brought in with me.
What could I say? I liked shit in its place, in good damn shape. “Likely, helluva lot neater than most my brothers.”
She laughed, a high clear sound that brought my cock to full attention.
“Now, I’m thinking about some very dirty kind of things.” I shed my clothes, moving made my cracked ribs ache, and my stomach would be black and blue come tomorrow, the big dude had packed a wallop. Not that I’d admit any of that to Elle. I’d have to be half dead for the pain to even register against the need I had for the naked beauty in front of me.
Her gaze slowly tracked down me before moving back up.
“Like what you see? Because my view is incredible.” I stalked toward her. She sat back on the bed as I approached. “Just where I want you.” I dropped to my knees. “I need to taste your cream.”
Eyes widening she stared at me. I wanted so much from her and we had so little time tonight, so I bent to my work. I needed to hear her call my name when she came.
She tasted sweeter than I imagined and she was wet and ready for me.
Satisfaction coursed through me, building with every moan escaping her sweet lips. Trailing my fingers through her wetness, I pushed two fingers inside her while I sucked her clit. She bucked under me. I glanced up to find her eyes on me and her hands just under her tits.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded.
She plucked her nipples with a greedy need I approved of. Jacking my fingers deeper, she made the best noise ever. I focused on my mission, needing her to give me another of her sweet releases before I rewarded myself with something I’d wanted since I first saw her in Lucky’s.
Not that she wouldn’t be screaming my name then, but first I wanted her third orgasm to come from my lips. I grazed the sensitive nub with my teeth and she shot up.
“Please, like that.” Her breathy words stoked the blaze inside me. A generous and expressive lover, I could give her pleasure for days, something I’d do another day. Tonight my hunger was too raw for slow. Remembering the way she’d knelt between my legs pushed me to take her higher, and let her fly free.
“God, that’s good. I’m coming.” She panted the words, rocking her hips into my mouth to take what she craved.
Her body tightened. “Rebel.” There it was. My name as she crashed down, this orgasm so much more powerful than the two I’d given her already. Goddam she was a perfect match for me.
Chapter Ten
Elle
My world exploded and still he flicked my clit, sending shattering waves of bliss through me. My body bucked, out of control, the sharp edge of pleasure turned almost to pain. Yet he didn’t stop.
Slowly the room came back into focus, the waves turned into shimmers of delight. Rebel’s body covered mine as his mouth worshipped my breasts. Running hands through his tawny hair, the simple sensation sent a new shudder of delight coursing through me. I’d been doing this wrong or with the wrong kind of man because I had no clue orgasms could be so intense or a lover so giving.
I’d shattered against him but now his exquisite petting built a new need. I tugged on his hair and he grinned up at me. “You tasted sweeter than honey.”
My heart stuttered again at the tenderness in his expression. “You tasted like salt and earth.” I’d loved his taste. “But I need it all, fuck me now.” He said all I had to do was say what I wanted, and I might combust if he didn’t take me soon.
The boyish grin spread wide, displaying the dimples I was becoming addicted to. Damn sexy. “Thought you’d never say those words,” he teased.
He picked up the foil wrapper from beside me. I’d totally missed that move, but I didn’t miss his hard cock jutting up as he covered up. “Like what you see?”
“Like to feel it inside me, now,” I demanded with the same playful tone.
“How though?” The stubborn man stared down at me with that one eyebrow cocked up.
I frowned at him. “You’ve done this before, right?” I sassed.
“Baby, you got to use your words.” He stared me down as if he wasn’t dying to slide into me. “At least tell me who’s on top?”
Frustrating man. I’d never, ever put desires like that to words. Did I want to be on top? Nope, I wanted Rebel in control, he’d proven his prowess. One I couldn’t even pretend to claim. “You on top in your favorite position.”
His eyes darkened. “Flip over.”
Mouth dry, anxiety choked me. What did he plan to do? Or more to the point, what had I just agreed to? Unable to make myself move, icy fingers of dread chilled me.
He smacked my hip. “Should I move you?”
I looked up at him. I’d trusted him all night, resulting in the best orgasms of my life. With a bravado I didn’t feel, I flipped over.
“You have a succulent ass.” He smacked my ass cheek before he pulled my hips up. “On your elbows.”
I complied, curiosity drove away my worry. Anticipation overcame my earlier fears. No doubt this experience would be world altering.
He slid his cock through my wet folds. “Damn, baby, so ready for me.” He jerked my hips back into him making the head of his cock butt against my already sensitized clit.
A moan escaped.
“That’s it.” He stroked me again and again until I rocked into him needing the brief jolts of ecstasy more than my next breath. My breasts rubbed the bed, his cock teased me, but I needed more.
“Please fuck me,” I moaned.
“Good girl.” His words a soft caress before he pushed deep into me.
“Yeah, Rebel.” I thrust back, needing every bit of him buried inside me.
His fingers dug into my hips, setting the rhythm, even if it was too slow. I wanted hard, fast, all of it now. I tried to move faster, but he held me steady, refusin
g to be rushed.
“Rebel,” I pleaded.
“Love hearing you say my name.” He swiveled his hips and my eyes might’ve crossed from the intense pleasure bursting inside me.
I gave over and let the sensations drag me under. Lost to his mastery, I succumbed completely to our intimate exchange. Instinctual, primitive and perfect, I soared higher unable to contain the force inside me. Chanting his name, my muscles clenched and I quivered on the edge before I flew apart with a soul—wrenching climax that consumed me.
“Fuck, baby.” I felt him follow me over. “Elle.” His name on my lips when he came was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.
I fell flat onto the bed and he followed me down. His delicious heat covering the back of me.
I definitely needed to let my wild side out more. Tonight had freed me and I hadn’t known I was caged. How could I know this plane of pleasure existed? Now that I did, I’d never settle for less. Rebel had broken through every lock I’d hidden behind and my new reality excited and scared me.
I just didn’t know which would win out. Fuck that, I knew myself better than that. I would never cower behind those walls now that I understood the payoff for the risks I’d been afraid to take.
Control. That’s what I’d named my prison. That was my past. Would Rebel fit into my future? Right now, I couldn’t imagine him not being there. But deep down, my instincts said he wasn’t the staying kind. Even if it was just this night, he’d give me a gift I could never repay, awakening something I didn’t even know I’d missed.
Rebel smacked my ass before he rolled off me to head to the bathroom. When the door shut, I rolled over and sat up. Endorphins swamped me giving me this sated satisfaction I’d rarely felt. The idea of curling up to sleep sounded perfect. My watch read two-thirty.
How long before Stone moved? Maybe there was time for a nap. Relaxed, I closed my eyes but my thoughts returned to Stone and his capture. How would we intercept him? I’d loved riding on Rebel’s bike, but that wasn’t really the vehicle to apprehend the bounty. And he’d make my truck. Shit. I needed one of the company SUVs.
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