Dangerous Surrender

by Tory Richards

  I was actually relieved when Bowie grabbed her wrist to stop her, changing the lusty, sleepy-eyed look on her face to one of stunned disbelief. "Hands off, bitch." He tossed her hand back at her. "My dick fucking belongs to someone else. I'm taken."

  He's taken? Like, he was taken at this moment, or he was…taken, like he had a girlfriend taken? Bowie's comment left a lot to be interpreted. It was silly of me to think that I was his girlfriend after having known him for so little time. I wasn't some teenager crushing, but a thirty-one year old woman. Things didn’t happen that way, or that fast.

  Chapter 5

  Bowie

  The woman gave a huff and then walked away. I shut the door and turned back to Gwen. It was obvious she had questions, confusion reflected in her pretty eyes. But I wasn’t ready for explanations right now. I was hungry, and I knew she was, too.

  “Look, babe, I can tell you have questions. Just get your shower, and we’ll talk during dinner.” By the time I walked to her side of the bed she was standing with the sheet clutched to the front of her. “You don’t need this.” I indicated the sheet.

  “I’m not used to walking around naked like you obviously are,” she said smiling.

  “Get used to it, baby.” I snatched the sheet from her, and tossed it back onto the bed. Gwen gasped and took a step back. I took a step closer, and twisted my hand in her wild hair, running my gaze with lazy slowness over her cock-hardening body. “Damn, you get my motor running,” I said in a rough tone, slamming my mouth down onto hers for a quick, hard kiss. “Maybe you’d better fucking keep something on because when I see you like this, all I want to do is fuck you.”

  “You think you have a monopoly on that?” She looked me over the same way I had her, and upped it by grabbing my balls.

  Fuck. I wasn’t expecting that, and I let her have her moment. Her soft hand caressed my balls before taking my dick, and pumping it several times. The knowing smile on her face made me want to fucking toss her ass back down on the bed, and fuck her fast and furious. The woman was fucking addictive. She was mine but she didn’t know that yet.

  “Baby, get your shower.” There was a knock on the door. “That will be Fish with a key to your room.” I laughed as she hurried to the bathroom, and closed the door.

  I opened the door to Fish, only he wasn’t alone. Sweet Lips was with him. “We might have a fucking problem, man,” my VP said.

  “What?” I opened the door wider so they could both come in, and then I reached for my jeans and slipped them on.

  Sweet Lips jumped right in. “Kurt said he saw some of the Night Bandits in town this morning.” Kurt was the day receptionist at the front office, and just one of the many eyes we had in Four Corners.

  Night Bandits was a rival MC two towns over, known for violence and leaving destruction wherever they went. A fucking wild bunch that terrorized citizens just for the hell of it. They dealt mostly in drugs, weapons, and the occasional fire. Most of the members had been in prison at one time or another.

  “Fuck.” I said. “Why are we just learning about this now?” One of our prospects had infiltrated their club a year ago, and kept us informed of Night Bandits activities.

  “Maybe something happened to Jonesy,” Fish said.

  I sure hoped to fuck not, but that was highly possible. Badger, president of Night Bandits, had a nasty habit of killing off his own crew if he had doubts about them. Hell, word was that he’d killed his own brother for trying to leave the club life behind.

  “Did Kurt recognize any of them?”

  Fish shook his head. “He was going too fast, said he counted three of them, heading toward the railroad station.”

  “They could have just been cutting through town,” Sweet Lips said.

  “Or picking someone up at the station.” Added Fish.

  “I don’t give a fuck. They know Brothers of Chaos runs this town, and you don’t cut through a rival club’s territory without making fucking arrangements first.”

  “We are talking about Badger’s crew.” I gave Sweet Lips a glare. “I’m just saying.” He held up his hands.

  Yeah, the fucking bastard had no boundaries and did shit his way. I heard the shower go off, and knew Gwen would be out anytime. I didn’t want her hearing our business, didn’t want her involved.

  I looked at my VP. “I want you to take a couple brothers and ride through town; hit the fucking railway station, for sure. If you find them call us for back-up. We go in this together.” My gaze swung to Fish. “See what you can find out about Jonesy. Also call the compound, and let Skip know what’s going on and to keep his fucking eyes open for trouble. The three from Night Bandits could just be a diversion for something bigger.”

  “Lockdown?” Fish inquired.

  I went with my knowledge of Night Bandits and what they were capable of. My brothers were capable, too, but I had to take into account their families. “Fuck yes, until we get back.” He nodded, and went to the door with Sweet Lips behind him.

  “Oh,” Fish turned at the door, and handed me the key to Gwen’s room. The bathroom door opened up the same time and she stepped out, nothing but a towel wrapped around her body and another around her head.

  “Oh!” She stopped short, her pretty face blushing as the three of us looked at her. I imagined she felt intimidated by the sight of three big bikers, all eyeing her with open lust. I knew that because I knew my brothers, and they were always horny. “Hi,” she said shyly. Sweet Lips gave her a wink; both brothers had goofy smiles on their faces.

  I opened the door and pushed my brothers out.

  “Is something wrong?” She unwrapped the towel from around her head, and began to fluff her hair.

  “Nothing.” I walked to where she was standing in front of the vanity. Our gazes met in the mirror. “I have your key, babe. Do you want me to go down and get something for you to wear, or do you want to go yourself?” The scent of her freshly washed body was intoxicating, tempting me to plant a kiss on her smooth, bare shoulder. Her skin was as soft as silk.

  She smiled. “I think I’d better do it, but—“

  “Say it,” I ordered when she hesitated. I kissed her other shoulder.

  Gwen turned and faced me. “I don’t have any clothes here. Do you mind walking me down to my room?”

  “Naked, baby?” I teased.

  Her expression sobered. “No!”

  “Come on.” I put my arm around her shoulder and directed her to the door. It didn’t take us long to reach her room. I made sure the key worked, and held the door opened for her. “You like Chinese?” She stood in the doorway, looked up at me and nodded. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”

  I turned and left. I didn’t kiss her because she looked and smelled so fucking good that I knew we’d never leave her room. I wanted to have her for dinner. Feast on her heavy tits, firm ass and juicy pussy. Instead she would be my fucking dessert. I could keep it in my pants until then.

  Gwen

  True to his word Bowie showed back up in twenty minutes. After his knock I gave myself one last glance in the mirror. He hadn’t given me any idea how to dress, and given how he dressed, and that Four Corners was a small town, I’m guessing casual. So I’d slipped on a pair of jeans, a white tank top, and pinned my hair up in a loose style.

  I opened my door with a smile.

  Bowie wasn’t smiling. In fact he looked pissed. A pissed-off Bowie was scary. “Did you fucking check before you opened the door?” My jaw dropped, and for a second I thought about lying to him, only I’m sure my expression gave me away.

  “I knew it was you—“

  “Really?” My comment seemed to piss him off more. “And what if I’d been your ex?” he snarled.

  God, he was killing the mood. “Well, Greg’s not going to kill me, and I can handle him.”

  “The bruise on your cheek says you can’t.”

  Shit! What could I say to that?

  “What if I’d of been someone here to rob you,” His sharp gaze m
oved up, and down my body. “What if I was a rapist?”

  I frowned. I was beginning to get angry. “Where are you going with this?”

  “I’m trying to get you to open up your eyes, Gwen. You’re traveling alone. You’re in a small town where you don’t fucking know anyone, staying in a cheap ass hotel across from a biker bar and adult store. And you just opened your fucking door without checking.”

  Bowie was really worked up over something, and I got the feeling that it wasn’t all about me. Something must have happened in the twenty minutes we’d been apart. My opening the door to him without asking who it was had obviously tipped him over the edge. I stared into his angry, glittering eyes, noticing the tic in his square jaw. The anger was fairly rolling off him.

  “I know you,” I said after a while.

  His eyes narrowed, and he leaned in. “You don’t know anything about me, babe. You think because we’ve fucked that you have me all figured out? I’m not a nice man, Gwen. I’ve done things. I run a dangerous club filled with messed-up fucks. Hell, I’m a messed-up fuck. We take what we want, and the only things important to us are money, pussy and freedom.”

  All this because I’d opened the door without asking who was there? I could only stand there and look at Bowie, trying to digest what he was saying. What the fuck did he want me to say? Sorry hardly seemed adequate. I swallowed my anger. I swallowed my urge to tell him that I was a grown woman, and he needed to fuck off.

  “Is this your way of trying to get out of taking me to dinner?”

  He glared at me long and hard, closed his eyes, groaned as if in pain, and shook his head. When he opened his eyes again I swear that I was going to be turned into stone. But there was a thimbleful of warmth there, too. “A prime example that you don’t fucking know me, baby. I always do what I say I’m going to do. It pisses me off when a woman is reckless like you just were. Just practice more caution until you know your surroundings. Can you fucking do that at least?”

  “Sure.” I realized as soon as the word slipped through my lips that I’d spoken too fast. Bowie didn’t believe me. I sensed the danger in pushing a man like him, but instincts told me that he’d never raise his hand to a woman. Not like Greg had anyway. I should be happy he was concerned about me but I didn’t want him thinking that I was weak. I could and did stand up for myself, even knowing I might get slapped down, or worse. I slapped my hands on my hips.

  A slow smiled covered Bowie’s face, surprising me, and I relaxed. He leaned in even closer. I thought he was going to kiss me, and tilted my face to make it easier for him. His gaze dropped to my mouth before shooting back up to mine again. He knew. His smile widened but he didn’t kiss me.

  “You’re messing with the wrong man, darlin’. I don’t fucking play games. The next time you do something reckless, and I’m around to see it, it’s not going to go good for you.”

  I swallowed nervously and forced myself to hold his gaze.

  “Understand?”

  “Yes. As long as you understand that tomorrow morning I’m leaving so this little talk really amounts to nothing.” I was bull-shitting him because I still hadn’t made any definite plans. I pushed past him, and walked to my car.

  If Bowie changed his mind about taking me to dinner I could drive myself. I slid behind the wheel, and slipped the key into the ignition with a shaking hand. Glancing up I was surprised to see him still standing in my doorway, looking all angry and sexy at the same time. My heart was pounding, and then I was swearing when I turned the key and nothing happened. I tried it a second time, and a third.

  Fuck!

  My damn lights must have come back on sometime during the night, and now my battery was dead. Great, exactly what I was worried would happen, happened. I looked at Bowie with frustration. I thought I saw his lips quirk upwards at the corners but it was gone so fast I must have imagined it. He pulled my room door closed, and walked toward me. Our gazes clung as he opened the car door and wrapped his hand around my upper arm.

  “Come on.”

  I let him pull me from the car. “Where?”

  “To dinner, we’ll take my bike.” His tone hadn’t softened one bit, telling me he was still angry.

  His bike? I glanced over at the row of parked bikes. I’d never been on a motorcycle in my life; I’d always thought that they were dangerous. Yet I followed Bowie to the biggest one there. He opened a compartment, pulled out a helmet, and handed it to me. It was army green and looked like a bowl.

  I hadn’t seen anything like it before and couldn’t help laughing. “What kind of helmet is this?”

  “It’s a half helmet. Put it on.”

  I slipped it on and reached for the straps. Bowie put his on, secured it, and reached for my straps when he noticed I was fumbling. I lifted my chin and stared at his mouth while he fixed it. When he was done his eyes met mine.

  “You ever ride before?” I shook my head. “You’re in for a treat.” He slipped onto his bike and glanced back at me. “Climb on behind me, baby, and hold on tight.”

  Getting on wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, with Bowie’s help. “Where do I put my feet?”

  He turned his head and glanced down. “On the rear footrest.”

  I followed his gaze to where the metal pedals were located. Bowie started his bike. “Where do I hold on?” I panicked because it felt like the bike started to move.

  Bowie turned his head slightly so I could hear him over the noise of his bike. “Wrap your fucking arms around me babe! Lean into the curves.”

  Gladly! I slid my hands around his hard body until they met. Linking them together against his tight abs reminded me that he was in great shape. He must work out. I tried not to think about his cock a few inches lower. Then my mind was on something else when the bike shot forward. If I hadn’t been holding on I would have flown right off the back. I tightened my hold on Bowie, and tried not to scream.

  After a few minutes of hiding out behind Bowie’s body with my eyes squeezed shut I forced myself to relax. The idea was for me to take a look around Four Corners to see what kind of town it was, and if it would suit my needs. I wouldn’t mind small town living after spending most of my life in Orlando. A small, quiet place would be a welcoming change, and I already had a job offer.

  Bowie was good at keeping within the speed limit of forty. I whipped my head back and forth taking in the town, which reminded me of some of the smaller towns in Florida. There were the typical franchise restaurants, and stores with some mom and pop places wedged in between. Stop lights were far and few between. We passed a small police station, and even smaller post office.

  Gradually I began to enjoy the ride, but for reasons that caught me by surprise. I was straddling a huge vibrating dildo that was massaging my pussy, and slowly seducing me into an orgasm. I couldn’t believe how intense the feeling was. Every bump, curve, joggle, shudder and speed change zeroed right in on my clit. Sitting flush against Bowie’s strong body aided in turning me on, my breasts rubbing against his back kept my nipples hard. In an unbelievably short time I began moving my hips in a reaction I couldn’t control, seeking to ease the buzzing in my lower body any way I could.

  A red light forced us to stop, and I used the break to try and get my body under control. My breathing was jagged. I buried my face against Bowie so I didn’t have to look at the traffic around us. I was torn between wanting to reach the Chinese restaurant soon, and hoping we rode long enough for me to climax. I wondered if Bowie got turned on from the power between his thighs. As soon as the light changed to green he peeled off, and I was being slowly driven insane again.

  I couldn’t stand it anymore. As I rocked my hips I lowered my hands to see if Bowie was hard. Holy fuck he was hard as a rock! The knowledge pushed my libido into overdrive, and I felt my panties getting wet. I felt his lower body shift but he didn’t move my hands. I pressed my breasts closer against him, willing him to know what state I was in. Too soon he was swerving off the main road into a parking lot. />
  I was too far gone, and needed to come. I began moving faster, but my orgasm remained just out of reach. Shit! I was vaguely aware that Bowie was still driving around the parking lot, hitting a series of speed bumps that served a direct hit to my clit. I closed my eyes, and visualized Bowie’s tongue there. His cock jumped beneath my hands and I exploded.

  I couldn’t control my ragged breathing, or that I was twitching against Bowie while my orgasm ran its course. God, I prayed he didn’t know what was happening, I’d die of embarrassment. I’d never climaxed in public before but damn, that had felt good.

  “You okay back there, babe?”

  Fuck! When had we parked? I opened my eyes, a little disoriented. Oh, my God, we were at the Chinese restaurant. His chuckle penetrated my dazed brain. Did he know?

  “You want to get off?”

  Oh, God, he was waiting for me to get off! I slid my leg over the back of his bike, my legs gave out and I fell on my ass. I looked up, catching the smirk on Bowie’s face as he dismounted his bike without any problems. He knew! Damn him he knew! I felt a scorching heat spread up my neck and into my face. Oh, well, I’m sure I wasn’t the first woman to have an orgasm on his bike.

  He removed his helmet, and then lowered his hand to help me up. I let him pull me against him. His gaze moved over my face as he removed my helmet. “My legs are shaky.” It was the truth; though he didn’t need to know why they’d buckled the minute I put my weight on them. That would be my little secret. He locked the helmets up, and turned back to me.

  “You just got off, it happens.”

  I narrowed my eyes on him. Was he playing with me? We stood there eyeing each other for a couple of minutes, before his eyes began to swim with humor. Maybe he was waiting for me to confess. I decided to move on. “Are you still angry at me?”

  “Baby, you’ll know when I’m fucking angry at you. Sometimes I deal with shit rougher than I should but that’s how I am, and always have been.”