I knocked on the door. "Open up, angel."
Once Ginger opened the door I slipped inside, closing and locking the door behind me. She stepped back, but it wasn't far enough. I slipped my hand around her neck and pulled her against me, planting my lips on hers. It was an impulsive move, I suddenly had the urge to have her fucking mouth on mine in that instant. She opened to me like a flower to sunshine, meeting my tongue with hers. When I felt a stirring in my dick I knew it was time to put an end to it, but, damn, she was so fucking soft and responsive.
"I'm getting you out of here. Now." I took her by the hand and pulled her with me over to the window.
"It won't open." I glanced down at her, taking in her slight blush. "I already tried," she admitted shyly.
I grinned, and then turned back to the window, taking out my weapon and smashing through it. Glass went everywhere. My plan was that the men would think that she'd escaped through the window on her own.
"I could have done that."
I grinned and looked back at her. "This is important. You do exactly as I say. Yeah?"
"Okay."
I grabbed the blanket off the bed and arranged it over the window ledge so that she wouldn't be cut by any of the remaining glass. "When you leave here I want you to run that way down the road." I pointed to make sure that she understood the direction. "You'll come across an old cemetery. Hide behind one of the stones until I come for you."
Her eyes grew round. "You're not coming with me?" I could hear the panic in her voice.
"We can't be seen leaving together," I explained. "Once you get through this window you run like hell. I won't be long behind you on my bike." I could see that she was balking and starting to pull away. I couldn't blame her, but I didn't have time for her shit. I grabbed her by the arm roughly and jerked her back. "This is the only chance you'll have of getting away from here, you got that? Or maybe you like the thought of all those men fucking you."
Her expression turned dark, and I should have been prepared for her slap across my face. But when her eyes flashed blue fire at me, and she raised her hand to do it again, I caught it in mid-swing. I curled my other arm around her waist and dragged her against me. "Fuck, woman," I growled between my teeth, "Another time, and another place." The fight in her fucking turned me hard.
"I‒I . . ." I could see tears building in her eyes. She lowered her gaze against me, biting down on her bottom lip. "I'm scared," she whispered softly.
"It's okay to be scared," I said, fighting the urge to kiss her again. "You've been through a lot. But now you need to be strong and fight your way out of here. Can you do that for me?" Slowly her gaze rose to meet mine, and she nodded. Damn. I knew right then that I wasn't done with her. "Good." I lifted her up to the window and helped her through it. As soon as her feet hit the ground she took off in the direction that I'd told her to run.
I headed back out to the bar. Thank fuck Rooster was still there, sucking down a beer and fondling one of the women. I went over to him. "Who the fuck is on guard out front?" I wanted to make enough of a scene so that my leaving alone would be noticed.
He scowled. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
I shrugged and held up my hands. "Just askin', brother. You want to ride with me to town?" I knew that I was taking a chance asking him, but it was all part of the plan so that I'd have a good alibi when they discovered that Ginger was gone.
"What do you gotta go into town for?" Rooster asked in a disinterested tone. He was busy sucking on the whore's neck. "Fuck, never mind. Can't you see I'm busy, man?" He began palming the chick's tit.
Without another word I headed for the door, making sure to make eye contact with a few of the brothers. No one asked me where I was going. We weren't prisoners, we could come and go as we pleased, but my situation was a little different. I hadn't been with the club as long as the others, and until the other night's bizarre test of loyalty they'd been keeping close tabs on me. When Ginger's escape was discovered, I didn't want any link to it.
I didn't waste any time mounting my bike and taking off in the direction of the cemetery. Three minutes later I came up on it and stopped, twisting my neck to look around for Ginger but seeing nothing. "Ginger!" Almost immediately her head popped up from behind one of the biggest stones. Seeing that it was me she rushed to me. "Good girl," I said, helping her on behind me. "Wrap your arms around me and hold on tight!" She did as I said and then we were off.
It wouldn't take us long to reach town. Wildman's clubhouse was in an isolated part of the country, but I knew a shortcut. I had an apartment there in an old Victorian that had been converted into an apartment building. Ginger would be safe there. As far as I knew, none of the Red Devils knew anything about it. I'd make my call to Stone, grab a sandwich from the local sub shop to explain my trip into town, and then head back.
Once we left the dirt road behind and were on smooth asphalt I revved up my speed until we hit the town limits. I could tell that this wasn't Ginger's first time on a bike. She knew enough to lean into the turns with me, which made for a safe ride. I was constantly aware of her arms around me, and how close her hands were to my dick. God, what I wouldn't have given to be able to fuck her one last time. I clenched my teeth, trying to concentrate on making it to my apartment and not on what her hands would feel like on my dick.
The three story Victorian came into view, and I parked my bike on the street. Grabbing Ginger by the hand, I pulled her behind me to the front door, inside the building, and then to my door. I had a ground apartment, small, but perfect for me. Once we were inside, I locked the door.
"Why are you helping me?" she asked me, stopping right inside the door.
I continued to the kitchen and opened the cupboard above the refrigerator. "I'll explain the next time I see you. Right now I don't have time." I reached for the box of cereal and opened it up, grabbing one of the burner phones I kept stashed inside. "Make yourself to home." I walked away from her, already dialing Stone's number.
"Yeah?" Stone's tone was sharp and hard as steel.
"It's me, Prez." I headed toward my bedroom.
"Fuck! I was getting worried. Thought they found out who you are."
I laughed. "Not a fucking chance. They put me through a fucking initiation the other night and I passed with flying colors." I closed the door to my bedroom so Ginger couldn't hear my conversation.
"What have you got for me?"
"Wildman wants your woman bad. He's making plans."
Stone snorted. "The fucker's already been in contact."
"I know, I was there. He's working on a plan to lure you away from the clubhouse for an ambush. He plans to kill everyone off and then burn the place down."
"Shit, Rebel, that's kind of generic," he groused.
"I know, brother. Wildman's a wild card, he doesn't do shit like other MCs. He doesn't take votes, he just comes up with a plan and says how it's going to go down. The only thing I know for certain is that whatever he comes up with, it's going to involve your woman, and it's going to be soon."
"I haven't claimed her."
I could hear the grin in his voice. "Not what I heard." He sighed heavily. "Heard he sent Ronald with a message."
"Yeah. They gutted him, slit his throat, and sent him crashing through the fence around the clubhouse in one of our own fucking trucks. They took Rachel's sister, Maddie."
"She's at the club, but I haven't seen her. They're keeping her locked up somewhere."
"Fuck." I could hear his frustration. "I want that fucker and his whole club in the ground."
"You and everyone else. I've got to get back. If I hear anything concrete I'll let you know."
Once we disconnected I dropped the phone and crushed it beneath my boot. Then I picked it up and tore it apart with my hands before dropping it into the bathroom trash can. I could explain away a smashed phone, but calls to the president of Dark Menace would sign my death warrant. The Red Devils may not have discovered my apartment yet, but that didn't mean
that they wouldn't in time.
Ginger was standing by an opened window, staring at something outside, when I re-entered the room. Something alerted her that I was there, because she turned her head and met my eyes. She straightened from the window and turned more fully my way. I could see the questions in her eyes, and, fuck, I wanted to answer each and every one of them. I wanted to soothe her fears and protect her. For the first time in my life, I wanted to put a woman before my job, and that wouldn't fucking do.
The club always came first.
Always.
I walked straight for her. "I have to get back. You stay here until I return. You understand?" I could see the indecision in her worried eyes. "You'll be safe here, angel."
"How will I contact you if I need you?"
I shook my head. "There's no safe way. I'm‒" I hesitated, not sure that it was a good idea to tell her the truth. "I'll explain everything when I can. You just stay here." She walked with me to the front door. "Don't leave here for anything. Don’t open the door to anyone. I can’t keep you safe without your help."
"Why do you care what happens to me?" she asked in a small, quiet voice.
How could I answer that without sounding like a pussy? I couldn’t, because I didn't exactly know why I was doing what I was doing, why I was taking such a risk. I stared down into her pretty blues, and then my gaze dropped to her soft lips. Christ, if I kissed her now I wouldn't leave until I fucked her up against the wall. I steeled myself and tightened my mouth.
"Wait for me." I went to turn the doorknob when she took me by surprise. Her small hands clenched onto my cut and she pulled me down to her, shaping her lips over mine.
I let her have control, enjoying her timid joining of our mouths. Her lips were like velvet against mine, and warm, tearing a deep groan from me when her tongue finally slipped into my mouth. My dick punched forward, and I ground it into her lower belly, taking the control away her. Her soft whimpers were the only sound in my otherwise quiet apartment. I brought my hands under the cheeks of her tight ass and jerked her even closer, massaging the handfuls of pliant flesh.
Fuck. She was thrusting back into my dick like a cat seeking attention. My dick was about to explode in my pants, wanting inside her tight little body again. What the hell was I waiting for? What difference would it make if I took an extra ten minutes to fuck her fast and hard? We both wanted it. A woman didn't rub against you and kiss you like she was kissing me if she wasn't just as turned on.
Before I knew it, I was walking her backwards toward the couch and then flipping her around and ordering, "Drop your pants and get that ass up in the air." She didn't question me. I watched her movements, the slow way that she exposed her delicious ass as she shimmied her jeans down to her knees. I undid my pants and did the same, taking my rock-hard dick into my hand. I gave it a few tugs, rubbing the leaking pre-cum over the head to lubricate it.
As soon as Ginger was in position I stepped forward and rammed my dick into her in one, strong plunge. She moaned, thrusting her ass back as I penetrated her. I growled loudly, closing my eyes and throwing my head back at the exquisite pleasure surging through my body. She was sopping wet, and hot, and her cunt swallowed up my dick and squeezed it tight. I couldn't hold back, she felt too fucking good, and I began to thrust, fast and furious, not letting up until I felt my orgasm peak. I slapped my hand against her pussy and easily found her hard little clit, giving it a few pinches, and then we were both losing control.
Fucking intense.
Her pussy clenched around me like a fucking hand squeezing my dick for all it was worth. Each of her convulsions drew a groan from me and caused my dick to swell and release with every pull of her body. I filled her cunt with my seed until it was leaking down her silky thighs.
"Oh, God," she murmured softly, collapsing over the back of the couch.
I grinned like an evil fuck, leaning over her back, too paralyzed to move. My dick was happy inside Ginger's body, snug in its cocoon of creamy heat. When I finally stepped back, we both released a moan. I quickly did up my pants.
"I've got to go."
She pulled up her pants and turned back to me, a small smile on her face. She acknowledged my comment with a nod. Seconds later we were back at the door. This time I kissed her, keeping it short. Something in her sad eyes concerned me, but there wasn't enough time for me to analyze it. We said our goodbyes, and I left the apartment without a backwards glance.
I had no idea that this would be the last time that I would see her.
Chapter 12
Ginger
Present
"I scored one!" Lola giggled into my ear.
It was the end of our shift, and I was too tired to care if Lola had managed to snag one of her customers. I watched her dance away to clean up one of her tables. "Which one?" I asked, wiping down one of my tables and stacking the chairs.
"Honey, I didn't get a name. All I care about is getting his big, fat dick inside me and scratching the itch I've had all day."
I rolled my eyes. "You're such a slut." She just laughed. "I hope he has a tiny little dick. It'd serve you right."
"What would serve her right?" Carrie asked as she walked up to us with a rag and a spray bottle in hand.
"Lola scored one. I was just telling her that I hope he has a small dick."
"One of the hotties at that table of three?" Carrie asked with raised brows as she sprayed down a table top. Lola laughed like a giddy teenager. I rolled my eyes again and nodded. "Wow. You work fast. So, which one?"
I was the one laughing now. Carrie glanced at me in confusion. "We just had that conversation. Lola doesn't care to get names."
"Well, what did he look like?" She began stacking chairs.
"The hottie who was sitting in the booth first."
My heart dropped, but I schooled my expression not to give anything away. She was talking about Rebel. Fuck! I continued to work, when what I really wanted to do was run to the back. And then what? Break down? I had to remind myself that Rebel and I were nothing to each other.
"He's going to give me a ride home," Lola continued, oblivious to the turmoil inside me.
I kept quiet at that news. Rebel had given me a ride to the bar, so I'd naturally thought that he was going to take me home. Typical horny male. Diss one woman for the one who'll put out, and be obvious about it.
"So you think that means he's going to do you?" Carrie scoffed.
"Oh, he'll fuck me." Her tone was over the top with confidence. "I know how to lure a man into my panties." Carrie and I both stopped to stare at her. "Give him a wet kiss that ends with a little bite, run a finger down his zipper, or smooth my hands up his abs beneath his shirt." She shrugged, pleased with herself. "Never fails."
"What about your car?"
She shrugged again. "By morning he'll be so enamored with my pussy that he won't care that I told a little fib to get him to fuck me. He'll bring me back for my car."
"Is she for real?" Carrie rushed out in disbelief, glancing my way.
"Maybe her pussy is gold plated," I mumbled, finishing up my last table. The thought of her and Rebel fucking wasn't an image that I wanted in my head, but it was there, very real, and taunting me. I couldn't wait to get out of there. I tried to convince myself that I didn't care who Rebel took home, but the truth was that I did. "Well, ladies, I'm done for the night." I wasn't looking forward to walking home in stilettos.
"Have a good weekend," Carrie said as I walked away. "Tell Della I hope she's feeling better."
Like Della, I was off the next two days, thank God. Maybe she would feel up to spending the day at the spa like we'd talked about, or, if not, the beach. I intended to relax and rejuvenate on my days off, especially after the grueling week I’d had. I dropped my cleaner and rag off in the storage closet and washed my hands, and then I pushed my way out the back door with the intention of walking the short trek home.
I'd taken half a dozen steps from the building when I heard, "Where the hell do y
ou think you're going?"
I spun around with a shriek, my hand flying up to cover my heart. I recognized Rebel's voice, but I couldn't see him. I narrowed my eyes against the darkness, finally seeing the glitter of his sharp eyes as he slowly stepped forward into the light. His rugged expression gave nothing away of what he was feeling or thinking. The fact that he'd obviously forgotten that I'd needed a ride home pissed me off.
"Unless your bike has room for two more, I'm walking home."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
I slapped my hands onto my hips. "How quickly you forget. Lola? You're taking her home, and then, according to her, fucking her." I turned to walk away, but his laughter stopped me. I clenched my teeth to fight the tears that were stinging my eyes.
"Jealous?"
He was a cruel bastard. "No. Tired. And you have to care about someone to feel jealousy."
"If I remember correctly, my exact words to her were, 'One of us will get you home.'"
"Well, she thinks it's you."
He snorted. "She just wants dick, doesn't matter from which one of us it comes from. I think Jace is going to oblige her. He's waiting for her out front. Now get on my bike, unless you'd rather go with Jace."
I raised my chin, angry at his indifference. I had a feeling that Rebel was playing with me, and I didn't like it one bit. "Maybe I would."
That seemed to snap him out of his coldhearted disposition. I heard the sound of a low growl, and my eyes widened as I searched the darkness surrounding us until I realized that the sound had come from him. "Don't test me, angel." His words were sharp and to the point, and held a threat that I didn't want to contemplate.
I thought that he had a lot of nerve to lay down the law to me. He had no control over me. I threw his words back at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
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