Captured: A Bad Boy Romance

by Faye, Carmen

  She wriggled again.

  “Did you want me to squeeze and pinch those delicious nipples? Maybe bite on them one at a time?” he watched as she writhed and moaned. “Slide my tongue across your navel,” she groaned, “and down to your thighs?” her body trembled.

  She ached. Everything inside of her wanted more. Needed more.

  “Did you want to feel my tongue run along those thighs and between your legs?” he continued. “Mouth grabbing that swollen clitoris and sucking?” she cried out, muffled sounds from the gag in her mouth.”

  She longed for him. Needed anything he’d give her. She wanted to speak. To cry out. To beg.

  “Maybe you wanted me slide between those legs,” he offered to her cries. “Perhaps the feel of me sliding inside you is exciting,” she could hear him and ached to feel him.

  “Hmpmhhhh” her muffled cries got louder.

  “You didn’t say what you wanted,” Melissa hoped this meant he’d give her another chance. “So you can show me,” he finished and she felt his hand release her right hand.

  She lie there, stiff and uncertain what to do. She wasn’t sure what he was saying.

  “Agent Fuller. You follow directions, no?”

  She nodded knowing that she couldn’t speak.

  “Then you need to follow mine. Take your free hand and show me what you want.”

  Suddenly it all made sense to her. He wasn’t going to give her anything. He was going to watch as she pleased herself. While that idea disappointed her, she also felt the tingle of excitement that she was familiar with. As much as she liked being touched by him, she was highly aroused when he stared at her. Something about being watched was almost as exciting as the sex itself.

  Her legs shook slightly and she heard him laugh.

  “That’s my girl,” he said with a chuckle. “She likes knowing that I look at her body.” He moved over closer to the bed, but she could tell he wasn’t close enough to touch. “Did you know that seeing you naked arouses me?” she nodded her head. “Watching you please yourself, is even better.”

  She heard herself groan. What the hell…she told herself as she let her hand reach to her breasts. She began to rub against the skin of her cleavage, slowly making her way to the clamps. She tightened them and groaned as she arched her back.

  “Mm baby,” he spoke. “You like when I squeeze those nipples?”

  She nodded and slid her hand further south. She heard his breath catch as she moaned. Her hand circled the triangle of freshly shaven skin, dipping a finger into her own wetness from time to time.

  “Mmph.” Her hand located her clit and she began to pull and tug at it, alternating with light flicks.

  “Damn, baby,” he continued. “That is sexy as hell.”

  Melissa’s back arched as she slid two fingers deep into herself, thrusting hard and flicking her thumb against her clit.

  She couldn’t see where Asher was or what he was doing, but she could tell by his labored breathing that he was more than turned on. She was surprised that he maintained the control it took to stay back from her and simply watch.

  A part of her imagined that he was touching himself and it turned her on further. She used the idea and fantasy to push herself into teasing him further.

  He spoke as she alternated between her clit and thrusting into herself, cooing words of sexual delight as he watched her. He tantalized her every sense with the idea of what he’d like to be doing. Things he would perform later. His very desire to feel her body against his.

  She could feel the tension rising deep within her. She wanted nothing more than to release. She needed the release. She needed to hear his groan as she did. But she decided to use her position to her advantage.

  Imagining that he was bringing himself to orgasm as she did, Melissa would get just close enough to lose control and stop. Then her hand would slip back to the clamps and start again from the beginning.

  Each time she could hear him groan harder and louder. He was frustrated. She was almost certain that she was right. He was pleasing himself. He was bringing his own release in time with hers.

  Finally, she could take no more. She flipped against her own clit hard and fast. She knew that she needed it to achieve her goal. She could faintly hear the sound of skin slapping skin. He was definitely in on the fun.

  “Show me,” he ordered. “Show me what you want from me.” He continued.

  Melissa gained speed and momentum as she felt the desire and tingling grow inside her body. She moaned and groaned louder and harder as she felt her own release coming soon.

  Within minutes her body convulsed and twisted as it released the pent up tension and sexual frustration. At the same time she heard him groan and breath heavier as his own release took place.

  “Damn, baby,” he spoke when he had regained his breath. “You certainly know what you want. Maybe next time you will show me so that you can get it.”

  With that, he released her from the binds and blindfold. She saw the smile of satisfaction on his face.

  Asher didn’t have to ask. Melissa curled up beside him in the bed. She needed the comfort of his arms as she drifted off to sleep. She needed for that minute to feel safe and secure with him. And that much she did. She never doubted that he would keep her safe.

  Just before her eyes closed completely, Melissa heard the words that Hudson whispered against her ear.

  “Never leave me.” The words tingled against her skin. “Don’t ever leave me.”

  She smiled and drifted into sleep knowing that the only way she’d ever leave was if someone killed her. The idea itself scared the hell out of her, so she pushed it out of her mind and let herself pretend that they were just any other couple going to sleep.

  CHAPTER 37

  He heard it before he saw it coming. Something about being as many years into the game as he was had given Larsen a keen ability to know what was happening even when it wasn’t right in front of him.

  The sound of the gun told him that it was close. That gave him less than a fraction of a second to move. He had to move the right way the first time or he would be dead.

  Fortunately for Larsen, he was able to go through the entire thing in his mind. He was able to distinguish the type of gun, angle, and direction. This left him able to determine which way his body should go and scan the area for something to cover him from any future fire. He was even able to realize that if the shooter missed, he would not return.

  The sound of the weapon would draw attention and the shooter wouldn’t risk a second go. Had he not been on the streets handling this stuff for as long as he had, Larsen would have stopped to consider everything that was going on. But, he was quick in thought and on his feet.

  He moved slightly to the left and forward. He’d seen the dumpster and within only half a second he was resting behind it. The bullets grazed by him, barely ripping a corner of his shirt. He took a deep breath and listened as the car drove away.

  At that point Larsen knew that things were getting serious. It was no longer just the agents. His sudden interest into the actions of those agents was scaring someone. They were sending messages to Logan and now him.

  Unlike with Logan, the shooters weren’t trying to scare him. They were trying to kill him, get him out of the way for whatever it was they were planning.

  He made a quick phone call before he stepped out and made his way back to the office. He had some warrants to get. The only way to draw these criminals out of the woodwork would be to go directly after them. Since he wasn’t quite sure who the behind the scenes guys were, he was going to go for what he knew.

  “I need warrants for all of the highest in the local gangs,” he ordered to one of the deputies. “We will be searching them for weapons and questioning them in regards to an attempted shooting of an officer.”

  “Which officer?” the cop questioned.

  “Me.” he answered and grabbed a cup of coffee before he headed back to his desk.

  Larsen spent the af
ternoon talking to the thugs one by one. Some were simple gangs. They tried to stay out of most trouble but they run drugs on the side. There were harder ones that went a little further. And then there were the truly dangerous ones that liked to be in the middle of anything illegal.

  He asked questions, his officers searched homes. By the end of the day he was getting frustrated. He wanted some kind of answers and it was looking like he wasn’t going to get anything. But in his mind he hoped that he at least stirred up something that would bring the bad guys out into the open.

  “One more, Detective,” his deputy as he brought in the guy Larsen only knew as Vinnie. He was popular in the streets and known to be one of the hardest out there.

  “Why am I here?”

  Larsen looked the guy over and declared that he was going to end up with nothing from him. He almost gave up, sent Vinnie home and took off for the day. But something told him to ask a few simple questions first.

  “I’m just trying to find out why you guys are killing all the cops,” Larsen spoke honestly. “But I doubt you’re going to tell me.” He stood and acted as though he were going to walk away.

  “Whoa, hold up dawg,” the man spoke. “We be about our business. You leave us alone, we return the favor.”

  “This means what to me, Vinnie?” Larsen snapped. He knew how to deal with this guy.

  “Means ain’t none of us going after no life sentence,” he spoke. “We wanna make our cash and move along.”

  “I’m still lost,” Larsen spoke. “You wasting my time again?”

  Vinnie shook his head. “We ain’t dumb. Not as dumb as you think we are. We ain’t shootin no damn cops. You have my word on that.”

  “Then who is?” Larsen asked. “We have two federal agents dead. One in protection after an attempt and things are getting worse.”

  “Look, man,” he replied. “I ain’t gonna lie. Maybe some of the shootings were from the streets. Accidents of course,” he continued. “But we aint messin with the feds.”

  Larsen believed him, but he still needed an answer. Who was responsible?

  “Look, you aint gonna nail me on no damn cop shit,” Vinnie spoke. “I dunno, man. I dunno who did it.” He admitted. “But ya might wanna check those feds.”

  “Why’s that?” Larsen pretended he didn’t know.

  “Where you think we getting these shiny new guns?” he grinned.

  ***

  Hudson took his time getting ready. His meeting wasn’t particularly important, but his appearance was. Besides, he wanted to make sure that he didn’t appear too optimistic.

  Having a connection inside the feds was hard for a man like him. He had to be very cautious. He didn’t want to throw off the feds and put them onto his trail and he didn’t want to push his own guys the wrong way.

  As he dressed, he began to realize just how much of his life had become complicated. Hell, he’d even had to complicate what should have been an easy relationship. After all, they were on the same side.

  At least that is what he was always telling himself. Truth be known, they had very different ways of doing things. Yes they both wanted the bad guys down. But he’d had to become one of them.

  Melissa hadn’t realized she was talking in her sleep the night before. But he’d had no choice but to sit and listen. He wanted to know as much about her as possible. It was in that late night chatter that he’d learned the most.

  She loved him. He knew that now. She’d said it repeatedly. She loved him. The idea of it alone made him feel with happiness that he’d never really known. But she had some serious worries and that hurt him. Especially the fact that she worried that he was a criminal. She’d said that almost as much as she said she loved him. The problem was that he was a criminal. Not the kind she had originally thought. He was surviving in a world he’d been placed. But she was right. He was a criminal. His actions were illegal.

  Asher toyed with that idea in his mind. Who he was happened to be who she wanted. It also happened to be who she disliked. He didn’t like being the chaos in her world and he tried to decide how to change that.

  His first goal was to keep this appointment. He was meeting a connection and hoping to gather information. It was his way of learning who his mole was. He had given each guy different information. Surely by now one of them had gone to Logan. Whatever information Logan thought he had would be the trail that led him into his own organization.

  Asher was almost afraid of the answer. If it were Dakota, he’d be heartbroken. There were a couple others he’d be disappointed. A few he’d be surprised and a couple that he would expect to be that kind of person. But he wasn’t positive that he was going to really want to know the answer.

  Once his clothes were set and he looked presentable, Asher Hudson found his way to the car and set out across town. He had chosen a location that would likely go unnoticed. Unless of course Guiterro was having him watched. That man didn’t miss much. But it was okay. He was supposed to have a connection.

  The small saloon stood against the setting sun as he approached. There were very few customers which allotted him the privacy that he was going to need.

  “Hudson.” She shook his hand and smiled as he slid into the booth.

  Asher knew the drill. She wanted more than a smile and a drink from him. But she would never say so directly. That gave him the ability to avoid the scenario so that he didn’t have to directly reject her.

  Truth be known, he’d never rejected her before. She probably wouldn’t take it as well he’d hope. He’d been with her many times. But that was before Melissa came into his life. He didn’t want another woman.

  “Sandi,” he smiled back at her and turned to order a drink from the waiter. “You are looking stunning.” He rubbed his fingers across her hand. A good tease went a long way. “Have you lost weight?”

  “A little.”

  “So what’s going on? How’s the story about me sounding on your end?”

  Sandi smiled again at Hudson and then she proceeded to tell him that Logan had plans to be prepared for a mock sting. They weren’t going to follow through because he had it on good terms that there would be no need. The goal was for Agent Fuller to wind up dead and Asher Hudson to take the fall.

  “What’s the point in mock?” he asked.

  “Well, the point is we aren’t actually following through with the plan,” she shrugged.

  “Why not?”

  Sandi flipped a finger through her hair, bringing attention to the random strands of grey.

  “That’s the thing. Logan said we don’t have to. Because you’ll have her killed.”

  As the words came out Hudson was filled with a flood of relief. It wasn’t Dakota. That much made him happy. But he was slightly disappointed. Of everyone that he’d thought of he hadn’t imagined it being Nelson. Of course part of that was because he had forgotten that Nelson was even there. Unless he was running errands, he kept pretty quiet. It was easy for Hudson to know exactly what was going on.

  “I am,” he nodded. He might somewhat trust her, but he didn’t fully. Changing the information would reveal too much. “I have to go now. I need to meet up with the club and discuss how we can do that without getting caught. “

  On his way to his main home Hudson thought over his options. That was when he decided he wouldn’t say a word to his mole. Instead he’d use him. From there, they would find Logan, his boss and whoever was above him.

  The one thing that Asher Hudson knew without a doubt was that he was going to follow through. He was going to save them both, or he would die trying.

  CHAPTER 38

  Asher Hudson was an independent man. He was the type to plan his actions and follow through. He didn’t need someone else to help him. He wasn’t the type that went to his superiors unless it was an emergency. But this kind of was. Everything about this situation had become dire. They had an out of control ATF Agent. He was killing his own. There was now someone above him that was killing others. And one of the
Nomad Devils was working with him.

  Nearly everyone was in danger. This also meant that Hudson’s post as the leader of the motorcycle club was compromised. Let alone the fact he was involved with an agent that had originally been sent to die in his home.

  Things were serious and that left Hudson with no choice but to go above his own head. He needed help. He needed someone to help guide his plan and show him the errors that it incorporated.

  Meeting with them was worse than meeting with the local law or even the connection from ATF. He was meeting with big time cops at a time when he was being closely watched by the most danger Mexican cartel leader in existence. If he were to be caught with them, he would be digging his own grave.