I guess it was good that that was my next course of action.
I turned off the shower and opened the door, her hand in mine. My gaze shot around the room, looking for a towel, finding a dirty one hanging on the rod next to the sink. The only other articles in the room were our clothes, and I couldn't see her putting those filthy things back on. I made a decision, snatching up mine and pulling her from the room. Fast, no nonsense strides took us back to my room, where I slammed and locked the door behind us.
Ginger immediately went to the bed and pulled up the sheet over her. My lips quirked. "I've already seen it all, angel." I snatched the sheet out of her hands. She gasped and backed against the wall as I advanced on her. I crowded her in with my body, trapping her within my arms, staring down at those full fucking lips, and then I claimed them, slapping my mouth over hers and taking them roughly. Whether she opened her mouth to cry out in pleasure or to plead for me to stop, I didn’t care. I took advantage and slipped my tongue inside her sweet mouth.
She was sweet, too sweet for the likes of me. She tasted of coffee and cinnamon, which surprised me in light of her dirty state when Wildman had brought her to me. They must have fed her before that, and now I was reaping the benefits because the taste of her only added to her innocent appeal. I fucked her mouth with my tongue until hers began to battle back with arousing aggression. I groaned deeply, crushing her body with mine and taking note of where our naked parts lined up. Fucking perfect.
I thrust my hard dick into her lower belly, bringing a hand around to touch her tit. The instant I squeezed and caressed it Ginger began to struggle. My gut told me that she was making a last ditch attempt to keep her innocence, but she had to know that she couldn't win against me. As her nails bit into me, ripping my flesh, I grabbed both of her hands and brought them over her head against the wall.
"I like rough sex, little girl," I grated down into her flushed face. "I told you if you didn't give me any more trouble I'd be easy on you, but what you're doing now tells me that you might like it a little rough, too."
She stopped struggling, her expression one of shock and disbelief. "No!" she cried out.
"Did you like the orgasm I gave you in the shower?" She clamped her mouth shut and looked away from me. I gave her a little shake to get her attention back. "Did you?" I snarled.
She pinned her eyes on mine, but still refused to answer. I could see the stubbornness in her tight jaw, and I knew that her tears were brought on by recognition of something that she didn't want to admit to herself. Her response in the shower had been real and pure, and she knew there was no denying it.
"I can make you feel that good again, and I will. You'll feel pain when I fuck you the first time, but the pleasure I give you will far outweigh it."
"I hate you!" she whispered sharply.
I felt her knee rise and knew what she was about to do. I slapped my palm down on her thigh and dug my fingers into it to keep her from reaching my balls. "Oh, no you don't!" Ignoring her whimper, I moved in closer, snarling down into her face. "I need those for what I'm going to do to you!" I was suddenly pissed, furious that she wasn't going to let me do the right thing by cooperating with me.
"Pig!" she all but spat in my face, her eyes flashing blue fire at me.
"You weren't calling me a pig when I had my fingers buried inside you," I hissed, taking her by the hand and pulling her away from the wall. I tossed her toward the bed, where she fell upon it. She huffed, and quickly scurried up to the headboard.
I didn't take the time to think about what I was doing. I reacted, grabbing her by the ankles and dragging her down to the foot of the bed. Before she could recover I spread her legs and moved between them, yanking her hips closer so that my face was within inches of her cunt. My gaze shot up to her frightened eyes, and I knew that I'd have to ignore a lot of things in order to do what we both knew I had to do.
"No!" she whispered pleadingly, and I wondered if she even knew what she was saying no to.
I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with her musky arousal, because whether Ginger knew it or not, she wanted this. The signs didn't lie. Her nipples were rock hard, she was flushed with heat, and I would have bet my life that her pussy was wet. I dove in, burying my face against her plump snatch and driving my tongue as deep as it could go. I heard her wail-type moan above me and glanced up to see that she'd tossed her head back against the bed, eyes shut and mouth open.
I’d been right. She was soaked with slick wetness, and I wanted it all. I could get drunk on the taste of her. Her sweetness covered my tongue as I tried to consume her. I was ruthless, deciding it was the only way. Ginger may have been innocent, but her body knew what it wanted, and it wasn't a gentle, time-consuming seduction. She was a firecracker of need, and I was the match. After thrusting my tongue inside of her for a few minutes I drew out to focus on her clit. I released her thighs--I didn't need to hold them apart any longer--and slipped two fingers inside her.
"Oh!" she emitted with surprise, arching upward.
That allowed me the chance to curve into her G-spot. I attacked the spongy bundle of nerves the same way I attacked her clit, driving her mad with pleasure. And then she was quivering, moaning, and gasping her way through another orgasm. I let her cream coat my fingers for a while before replacing them with my tongue. Deciding not to give her time to come down, I moved up her body, lined up my dick, and powered through her innocence with one, deep plunge.
Her body bowed up violently beneath me and she cried out in pain. Then I was the one grunting in pain when she locked her teeth into my shoulder. Holy hell, that hurt, but I owed her that. I gave her body time to adjust to the invasion of my dick, feeling how fucking tight she was, and knowing, too, that I had an above-average-sized dick. When I felt that enough time had passed, I pulled back and then thrust forward again. This time Ginger just tensed, and then seemed to relax when the initial pain of my entry didn't come again.
She sighed with obvious relief. My dick was buried deep and was pulsing with the need to come. I pulled back again before returning to the hot, wet cavern of her body. "You're fucking tight," I growled into her ear, flexing my ass as I tried to dig even deeper. She gasped and did something that I wasn't expecting. She opened wider and positioned her hips upward, which let me bottom out inside of her. I groaned, closing my eyes for a second. It felt that good.
Nothing had ever felt as good.
I set a slow and steady pace, leaning the top half of my body off Ginger so that I could watch her. Her eyes were closed, and her expression was flushed with color, nostrils flared and lips parted. Little puffs of air escaped through them, gradually increasing in depth and speed. Her tongue came out to wet her dry lips, and then she tugged her bottom lip into her mouth, moaning. Her hips were moving with mine. I wanted to flip her over and fuck her hard from behind, but I resisted the urge, reminding myself that this was her first time.
I picked up speed. Watching her tits bounce with every punch of my body against hers. I curled my hands around them and squeezed, raking my thumbs over her extended nipples. Her eyes flew open, she was panting heavily. I covered a tit with my mouth and rolled her nipple between my teeth, listening to the hitch in her breath. The sweet sound repeated when I did the same thing to her other tit, massaging the one that I'd abandoned with my hand.
Her body clenched around me, drawing a long groan from me. My hips were moving with the speed of a jackhammer, pounding into Ginger's tight pussy. And she was tight, so tight that it felt like I was slipping my dick into a protective sheath made just for me. My balls pulled up tightly against my body, my dick swelled even more, and I knew that I'd passed the point of no return. As I suckled Ginger's swollen tits, I reached down and found her throbbing little clit. She whimpered and moaned, arching beneath me and twisting her hands into the sheets.
I took a nipple between my teeth. I pinched her clit, setting her off like Fourth of July fireworks. She came, the feel of her insides clenching around my dick enough to make me come
. With a growl I slammed myself inside of her one last time and held tight, flooding her with my seed. I could barely breathe. The blood was pounding hotly in my ears, my heart keeping score of every jerk of my dick. I'd never come so hard, or so long, and that's when it hit me that I'd forgotten the fucking condom.
Shit!
That was a first for me. I always suited up.
I couldn't deny how fucking good it had felt to fuck her bare.
I was going to do it again.
Chapter 4
Ginger
Present
My gaze darted to the back door of the bar. Could I make it? The urge to flee was surging through my body, but I was still frozen in place. So many thoughts flashed through my mind as I tried to come up with a rational excuse for why Rebel was there, leaving me with a sick feeling in my belly. I couldn't fight him and win, I knew I couldn't, yet when he finally took that last step into the light and I saw the gleam in his eyes, I knew that I would have to try. I wouldn't go back. He'd have to kill me first.
Our eyes locked. I couldn't read anything from his expression. As hopelessness overwhelmed me I made a mad dash for the door. He caught me, as I’d known he would. I was able to let out a scream before he slapped a hand over my mouth, and then he was dragging me back into the shadows with him. I struggled against him with the fear of an animal that was trapped with nowhere to go.
"Ssshhh!" he shushed me in my ear, the powerful arms surrounding me like an inescapable vice. "I'm not going to hurt you, angel."
"I'm not going back with you!" I hated the fear in my voice, I hated giving him that. With his powerful arms locked around me he easily kept me subdued.
He grunted when one of my elbows jabbed him in the ribs. "I've been looking for you for four years."
Oh, God! I closed my eyes, trembling at the soft words he'd uttered into my ear, the warmth and solidness of his hard body seeping into me. Infuriatingly, I was reminded of the way he'd made me feel all those years ago, and how quickly he'd turned an innocent girl into a wild and wanton whore. He'd had that powerful effect on me. No other man ever had. I'd been helpless against his experience, and he'd known exactly how to play my body.
"I mean it, Rebel." I’d never thought that I would see him again, and his name sounded strange on my lips. "You'll have to kill me before I let you drag me back to the Red Devils!" I dug my nails into his arms, hoping that he would release me, but all he did was grunt and tighten his arms around me until I could barely breathe. When I threw my head back he snarled, spun me around, and grabbed me by the hair, walking me backwards to the side of the building, where he crushed me with his much larger body.
"Did you forget that I was the one who got you out of there? I didn't come here to take you back," he rasped, pinning me easily. "Now stop!"
I remembered that, but why was he here then? His sudden appearance rendered me unable to think clearly. "I don't believe you!" I whispered, my panic growing as everything I'd been forced to go through at the Red Devils’ clubhouse came back to me full force. "You're one of them!"
"I was never one of them," he said roughly. "Why do you think I helped you escape?"
He had helped me escape. He'd snuck me out of the Red Devils' clubhouse and taken me to his place, telling me to wait for his return. I would have followed his instructions if some of the Red Devils hadn't shown up. I'd been forced to sneak out of a back window and run. I'd gone straight to the bus station.
But that was then, and this was now, and I was convinced that he was here to take me back. "Then why have you come for me if not to bring me back to Wildman?"
"There is no more Wildman, or the Red Devils," he gritted out, trapping my legs between his when I made an attempt to raise my knee. "Wildman's dead, and so is his club."
Dead? I slowly ceased my struggles as I took that in. Was this a trick, or had the rumors that I'd heard actually been true? Had I been running from them all this time for nothing? I wanted to believe Rebel, I wanted to believe that I didn't need to look over my shoulder anymore, that I didn't need to keep running. "How . . . why . . . " I couldn't seem to form a coherent sentence.
He laughed at my expense, but I was more concerned about why he was there. Suddenly it occurred to me that he was probably looking for the money I'd stolen. I'd found it as I’d snooped around his apartment, and had left it alone at first, until the Red Devils had shown up. Then I'd needed it to get away. "You're here for the money I borrowed." I let myself relax against him. It couldn't be for anything else.
He snorted. "Yeah, borrowed." There was a slight pause before he murmured, "Among other things."
I wondered what those “other things” could be before I shifted my thoughts back to the money that I owed Rebel. The money that I'd been squirreling away since I’d made my escape was only about half of the four thousand that I'd taken.
After a few minutes of silence I began to notice things about him that seemed way too intimate in the moment--the feel of his warm, whiskey-scented breath against my face; the scent of leather and smoke that clung to his large and threatening body, mixed with something else, something that was all Rebel, his personal essence and my personal drug.
Four years hadn't done anything to diminish his appeal to me.
I closed my eyes, thankful that he couldn't see me clearly. I had to get a grip and ignore how easily he had made me want him again. All those years ago, when he'd been forced to take my virginity, it had been too easy for Rebel. I'd barely put up a resistance when he'd seduced me with his experience and the unspoken promise that he wouldn't hurt me. I'd lost myself to him the instant that he'd put his rough hands on me.
"I don't have all of your money," I finally said, deciding to be honest with him.
"We can talk about that later. Is this where you work?"
"Yes."
"What time do you get off?"
"As soon as I'm done cleaning up."
"Do you have a way home?"
I shook my head. "No."
"Good. I'll wait for you here and take you home." He released a tired breath. "I need a place to crash and get some sleep."
I stiffened, realizing that he intended to go home with me. "What about my boyfriend?" I didn't have a boyfriend, but I didn't want Rebel to think that he could just come into my life and take over. I wasn't ready to trust him.
"You don't have a boyfriend," he said, surprising me. "If you did he'd be here to pick you up." I could detect the mild amusement in his tone. "Now go inside and finish up so we can get the hell out of here."
I resisted his attempt to pull me away from the wall, tugging back. "You can't just show up after four years and start ordering me around. We're nothing to each other." I may have been a frightened virgin when we’d met, but the last few years had taught me how to stand up and fight for myself. "I'm not afraid of you, Rebel."
His gruff laugh sent chills down my spine. "I can see that."
"And I don't want anything to do with you." That was a lie, but a necessary one. How many times had I found myself yearning to see him? To be with him again?
"Are you forgetting about the money you took?"
God, I had! "I only have half right now." I'd always known that there was a possibility that he would come after me for the money, but as more time had gone by, I'd convinced myself that he was either dead or he just didn't care. I was relieved that he was still alive, but it meant that he was going to take every penny that I'd managed to put away for an emergency.
"That's too bad, I want it all."
"You'll have to give me time‒"
"So you can run away again? I don't think so. I think I'm going to stay right here, with you, until you pay me back."
I held my breath, afraid that he was serious. Running away from him hadn't even entered my mind, it wasn’t why I'd run the first time. If what Rebel had said was true about Wildman, than I could finally put down roots and have a halfway normal life.
Maybe I could go back to school…
"Look--" He pulled me away from the wall and led me to the back door. "It's too late to get into everything right now, and I'm too fucking tired. You look like you're about to drop. So go do what you need to do so we can get the hell out of here."
The light was better at the back door, allowing me the opportunity to see how exhausted Rebel appeared. It matched the weariness in his voice. He looked as if he'd been on the road for a while, his clothes showed signs of road sludge and other unidentifiable stains, and he looked haggard. Yet none of it took away from his rugged handsomeness, the square cut of his strong jaw and the sensual softness of his lips that had captivated me from the beginning. He exuded outlaw danger, and instilled fear in me because I knew what he was capable of.
His hair was longer than I’d remembered, brushing against his shoulders, and there was a scar across his cheek that he hadn't had before, but it was the vivid blue of his eyes that had haunted me over the years. Right now they were focused on me in a hard, unyielding stare of determination. Without another word, he opened the door and ushered me inside.
I paused just inside the doorway and took a deep breath. Rebel was right. I was ready to drop and I was too tired to try and figure anything out.
"Is Della okay?" Lola asked, meeting my gaze as I walked further into the bar.
"Poor thing was retching before we got to her car," I said, picking up the rag that I'd been using to wipe down tables. "Whatever she has came on fast."
"Some illnesses are like that," she said as if she were an expert. "I'm done and heading out.” She came to a jerking halt and gave me a thoughtful look. "Do you have a ride home?"
I thought about Rebel and nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. See you tomorrow."
She rolled her eyes. "Thank God Bike Week is almost over! My feet are numb!"
I could relate. Tomorrow was the last day. Vinny would close the bar on Monday so we could recoup from the killer week. After that, we'd all be back on our regular shifts and days off. Thank God! I returned to the table Della and I had been in the process of cleaning when she’d gotten sick and went back to wiping it down. I hoped that she’d made it home okay.
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