by Zoey Parker
“Right.” I sat back and looked through my window at the buildings passing by outside, considering his offer. All I had been thinking about was getting away, running away, fleeing just like I had done every time before.
I fled my foster home. I fled every relationship before Axel. I even fled Axel. I had wanted to flee from the auction, but Blade had come along and saved me. I had wanted to escape from him all night and all morning long, but he didn’t let me. He’d offered it a couple of times, but I knew there was no way I was going to get away from him.
He had been trying to save me the whole time, and I hadn’t wanted to admit I needed saving. But I needed it so bad. The sun was up now, and the entire city was glowing in the golden light. Dawn had come. It was a new day. And I realized the only way it was truly going to be new was if I allowed him to offer me sanctuary.
“I’ll do it,” I finally said. “I’ll take you up on your offer.” I didn’t look at him. I didn’t want to admit that I had just accepted his generosity. Again.
“Good. You’ll be pleased when we get to the clubhouse and HQ. You’ll be able to get a hot shower, a clean change of clothes that fit, and you’ll have a clean bed to sleep in,” he said.
“Will you stay?” I asked.
“I’m sorry?”
“Will you stay with me this morning?” I was appalled at how vulnerable I sounded, but I didn’t want to be there alone. I was afraid everything would go to shit if he left me alone. It occurred to me that Blade might have been the very first person I ever could have actually trusted.
“Sure, if that’s what you want,” he said.
“Thanks.” I still hadn’t turned around to look at him. I couldn’t face him, not after admitting I needed his help. I’d spent so much time fighting with him over it all night and all morning that having to admit it now just felt like a punch in the gut.
“Is everything okay over there?” he asked.
“Yeah, just before we get to HQ, what’s your real name?” I asked.
“Robert James,” he told me. “What’s your name?”
“Maggie Evans.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Evans,” he said, snickering.
“Yeah, you, too, Robert.” I turned around to look at him as I said his name, and our eyes met, locking in for a brief moment. I could feel the connection, but we both looked away quickly, as if we couldn’t handle the spark.
“Don’t ever say that name,” Blade told me.
“Oh, but it’s cute. What if I wanted to call you Robert all the time?” I teased him.
“Please, no.”
We got a good laugh out of it, and then we were pulling into the lot behind Marauders’ HQ.
“This is it,” Blade announced.
HQ was on a corner lot. It was in one of the older downtown buildings. There was a shop door like they would have used on a mechanic shop or a firehouse. There were also stone steps leading up to a door that probably led to an office at one point.
We pulled into the parking lot behind the building. There was an automated gate closing it off. Blade had to punch a code into a keypad to let us in. He pulled in and parked alongside several other cars.
“Bikes go inside,” he explained to me as he parked the car. “Cars and such go back here. The gate and fence protect them.”
He switched off the car and got out. I followed, unsure of where we were going or what we were doing, but I had become proficient in following Blade around like a lost puppy dog. He led me in through a back door that took us into the shop bay where the motorcycles were parked along one wall.
The clubhouse was quite a sight. There was a bar downstairs with pool tables and dart boards, a couple of couches, and TVs mounted around the room just like at any sports bar. The front half of the room doubled as a shop where they must have worked on their bikes. There were stairs going up to what looked like an office. From the office, we walked through to another staircase that led up to the rooms.
Blade showed me where the showers were. They had separate men’s and women’s restrooms and showers.
“That’s for the old ladies,” he said, pointing me into the women’s shower.
“But what about clothes?” I asked, and he took me to the room where I was apparently going to be staying. The room came with a dresser and a closet both full of clothes.
“We keep the rooms stocked up on necessities, just in case. Some of the MC’s old ladies help us take care of clothes. You should find several sizes of everything in here. I’ll give you some privacy while you get your clothes together,” he said, stepping out of the room.
“No, you can stay,” I assured him. It was my way of asking him to. The last time I’d been alone, I ended up naked and on display for everyone to see.
“Okay, I’ll stay,” he said, and he came back in. He plopped down on the bed and kicked off his boots. “I can’t promise I’ll be awake when you get back from the shower,” he joked.
“That’s fine. Just where are the towels?” I walked out of the closet with a t-shirt that looked like it would fit better than what I had on, and I scrounged through the drawers in the dresser until I found some decent panties that were the right size (finally).
“Towels are in the closet in the bathroom.”
“Thanks, Blade. Really. Thank you for everything,” I said as I left the bedroom and headed for the shower. I was nervous, but I felt safer there than I had anywhere else in a long time.
Chapter 11
Blade
I woke up as the bed shifted. Maggie was climbing onto the full-size mattress in the room where she was going to be staying at the clubhouse. She was wearing the fitted t-shirt she’d pulled from the closet and the panties she’d pulled from the dresser. Her hair was still wet and smelled like the herbal shampoo we kept in the ladies’ shower.
She snuggled up against me, and I instinctively put an arm around her. I could feel her shape against me and in the way my arm rested across her stomach. It was hard to imagine the vulnerable girl curling up next to me was the same fierce, violent girl I’d found on the auction block back at the warehouse.
“Feel better?” I asked her quietly.
“I do, thank you.” Her voice was so dreamy and comfortable. It felt good knowing I was providing her with a safe place to rest her head finally. It felt good knowing she felt safe enough to rest her head there.
She rubbed herself against me, and I felt myself responding to her movements. I wanted more than just to protect her. I wanted to make her mine, but not in the same way as those men back at the auction. I wanted her to give herself to me freely, because she wanted to, because she felt I was worthy of her affection and attention.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I told her. “Thank you for coming back with me.”
“Thank you for taking me in and for being so kind,” she murmured.
I took a chance and started to slide my hand up over her shirt. I felt the swell of her perky breasts. I cupped her in my hand and squeezed gently. She sucked her breath in sharply through her teeth and arched her back, pushing her ass against my jeans harder, driving my erection to grow even stiffer.
She reached back and placed her hand on the back of my neck, pulling me down to her. I kissed her tender skin. She moaned and turned her head to face me. Our lips met, for the first time. She kissed me so softly, her lips felt like clouds. Her mouth opened and invited my tongue into it.
Meanwhile, she took my hand in hers and slid it under her shirt, then guided it up to her perfect little tits again. I felt her hardening nipple slide perfectly between my fingers. She moaned into my mouth as my hand cupped her bare skin. She pressed her body against me even harder.
I felt like my cock was going to rip through my jeans to get to her. She turned towards me slightly and reached down to start undoing my jeans, releasing me into her hand. She wrapped her petite fingers around my shaft and started stroking me, taking her hand up and down in long, measured strokes.
“I want you,�
�� she breathed, pulling away from me and breaking our kiss.
I grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her wet red hair spilled down over her pale shoulders and her green eyes pierced me to the core. I put her on her back and looked down at her fair skin and the gentle curve of her breasts, the hard, pink nipples begging to be touched, kissed, licked. I pulled down the red panties she wore, revealing her clean-shaven mound to me.
This time, however, I was seeing it because she wanted me to. She was giving me the gift of her body. I wasn’t seeing her because she was merely exposed to me.
As I pulled her panties off, I ran my hands gently along her smooth legs. I dropped her panties off the foot of the bed and sat up to shrug off my kutte.
“No, let me,” Maggie said, sitting up to help me with my clothes.
I chuckled as she put her hands on my vest and started to push it down over my arms.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” she said as she slowly ran her fingers down my arms, tracing my tattoos and scars. She grabbed the kutte and set it to the side on the bed instead of letting it hit the floor. Then, she grabbed my shirt and pulled it up over my head. Immediately, her cloud-soft lips were on my chest, kissing my bare skin. Her lips wrapped around my nipple and she sucked me gently into her mouth, grazing my skin with her teeth just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through my body.
I took her in my arms as she continued to kiss down my chest. She pushed me back with her hands as she kissed lower. Then, she reached the scar from where I had been stabbed and left for dead in the alley the night Vlad found me and saved my life.
Her lips gently kissed the scar, but then her tongue flicked over it. She didn’t say anything about it. Instead, she kissed it and then repositioned herself under me so she could keep going lower.
She took my cock in her hands again and kissed the tip of it gently. I placed a hand on the back of her head and guided her as she opened her mouth and slid down my shaft, taking me inch by inch between her lips. Her tongue ran up and down the ridge along the underside of me, and she pulled on me hard as she pulled her head back up.
She slid back down, taking more of me into her mouth, until her face was pressed against my skin. I felt her throat working to accept my length. I felt myself straining, growing harder as she sucked and worked me up.
Her mouth was amazing. I tilted my head back and groaned as she slid up and down along my shaft, sucking on me, pulling me closer and closer to orgasm. I held her head down and pushed myself deep into her mouth. I held myself there for a moment and let her back up.
She pulled her mouth back slowly, sucking me all the way up to the tip. She licked me again as she let me out of her mouth. Then, she lay on her back and spread her legs for me, showing me the delicate pink folds of skin between her legs.
I slid my jeans and boxers off, letting them fall of the foot of the bed and hit the floor. She looked up at me with pure desire in her green eyes. Her body was ready to be mine, and it was the most precious gift she had to give me. I reached down and slid a finger between her wet lips.
***
Maggie
I arched my back and moaned as he touched me. His finger sent shockwaves through my body as he slid it up and down between my lips. He ran it over my clit, and my body shook in ecstasy. I reached up and gripped his shoulders, wrapping my fingers around the ink on his tight, muscular flesh.
He parted me with his fingers and positioned himself against me. I felt his head pushing in ever so slightly. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed one of the condoms sitting on top. I tore open the pack and reached down with both hands, taking him and unrolling the rubber down his shaft. He was so thick and long, and it fit like a glove. I could still feel every throbbing vein in his cock as I held onto him and guided him into me.
He pushed past my lips into my wet center. I felt every inch of him as he entered me. He stretched my opening, and then he stretched my insides.
My breath came in short bursts as he slid into me slowly, pushing himself all the way into me and pulling himself back slowly, leaving a vacuum in his wake. He pushed in again, a little faster.
“Just fuck me,” I told him. “Please, just take me, Blade. I’m yours, baby.”
His slow, measured strokes were torture on me. I needed him to take me, to make me his, and he did. He started pumping himself into me, harder and harder, faster.
“Yes,” I called out. My body began to tense up as pleasure built up in every nook and cranny of my being.
I pulled him down on top of me with my arm around his neck, so his perfectly toned chest and stomach muscles were running across my sensitive nipples, sending electric jolts of pleasure through my body.
My muscles quivered around him, trying to hold him in me, trying to create more friction. My legs tightened against him as he pummeled my hips.
“Please,” I panted.
He put an arm underneath me, around my waist, picking me up from the bed. He adjusted his hips so his head ran along my g-spot every time he pulled back and shoved back in. I trembled as ecstasy grew in a ball in my stomach. I panted as he thrust himself against me again and again.
“I’m going to cum for you, Blade,” I told him. I wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled myself up to him, putting my mouth on his neck. I kissed him tenderly. I licked his earlobe. I kissed his shoulder.
I tried not to scream as he drove me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel myself about to fall over the precipice. I squeezed him and tilted my head back as I cried out in intense pleasure.
My body exploded in a burst of white light as my orgasm roared through me. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through me and crashed against his hips. I rocked my hips against him, my body moving with the pleasure.
I could feel him growing harder inside me all the while. I felt him straining against my walls as he was getting closer and closer as well. He panted as he thrust himself against my body. He groaned as every muscle in his body tensed up above me.
He kissed me and moaned into my mouth as his cock jerked inside of me. He pushed harder against me, driving himself impossibly deeper.
I pulled back from our kiss so I could listen to the pleasure in his moans as he emptied himself. I placed my hands on his back and pulled him into me.
Our hips worked against each other as he continued to jerk inside of me.
“Give it all to me, baby. Let me have it all,” I begged him.
“It’s all yours,” he said as he finished. He pulled back, sliding himself out of me, and crashed next to me on the bed. He reached down and pulled his condom off, setting it on top of the empty wrapper on top of the nightstand.
The golden rays of the sun spilled into our room and covered our bodies, giving the impression that I was lying next to an ancient Greek God. I rolled toward my hero and put my hand on his firm chest. I kissed him gently and ran a finger around his nipple.
He put one of his strong arms around me and held me close. I had never felt so safe, so protected in my life. He was the man I had been looking for all this time. He was strong and powerful, and he used his strength and power to help people, just as he’d helped me.
I cuddled up close to him and let him hold me. He wrapped himself around me, and I put my head on his chest, breathing in his manly scent, his heat, and gentle smell of his sweat.
I knew, somehow, when he’d finally given in to his desire for me, it wasn’t because he felt like I owed him sex. His tenderness told me he honestly wanted me. He didn’t take me because he’d paid for me. He took me because I gave myself to him, and that was how he’d wanted it.
Blade may have wanted everyone to think he was this big bad biker, but he was one of the good guys, and he was my good guy.
“Get some rest,” he said gently above me.
I smiled against his chest.
“I can feel you thinking down there,” he added. “Knock it off and go to sleep. You’re safe here, baby. No one is going to get to you w
hile I’m here.” He sounded like he was already almost asleep.
I adjusted myself and closed my eyes. I knew I was safe, but I couldn’t stop worrying. I tried focusing on my breathing, on his breathing. I focused on the arms around me, holding me against him and protecting me from the rest of the world.
I felt my body beginning to finally relax against him as my thoughts became more peaceful. I felt his chest heaving more slowly against me. He was falling asleep. I wasn’t far behind as my body finally started to come down from the sex and the adventures of the night before and the morning.
The light bathed me in warmth. His body surrounded me and held me close against him. I drifted off with his scent all around me. My savior and my protector. I took one last deep breath, trying to convince myself it was okay to let go and fall asleep.
