Burning to Ride

by Michele De Winton

  She pushed at the bathroom door. Wow. Wilde’s Hotel was the picture of old-world romance. Run-down, sure—okay, more than just run-down—but it still had the old-fashioned furniture and scale that let her picture what it would have looked like when it was first built. The bathroom was huge. Flocked wallpaper covered what would have been the dressing area and an antique chaise longue was tucked neatly under old red velvet curtains. The bright white walk-in shower was almost an intrusion into the soft colors of the rest of the room.

  The biker caught up to her. “Allow me.” He pushed the door fully open then walked her into the room, all the way into the shower. He flipped her around so her front was against the tiled wall and pressed his chest to her smooth, warm back. God, good. He was hard for her. He pressed himself between her butt cheeks before he opened her legs with a thigh and nipped at her ear with his teeth. She gasped and then reached her arms up the wall before sliding them down, spreading herself on the tiles and letting their coolness seep into her body.

  With calloused hands that obviously knew their way around heavy chrome-work, he traced the curve of her body from her armpits to her thighs and then trailed his fingers along the line of her lace thong before one slipped underneath to find her hot center. Man, she’d found a good one tonight.

  “I want to bend you over and make you come so hard you scream,” he whispered in her ear, his voice sounding husky already.

  “Don’t let me stop you,” she said, her words coming between breaths as he pushed his finger a little deeper.

  He scooped her up and carried her over to the dusky pink velvet chaise in the corner, depositing her on her knees with her chest pressed against the end, giving him the perfect view of her butt, lace and all.

  “Don’t think you’ll be needing this,” he said as he yanked at the black underwear and it ripped away easily. “Nudge yourself up tight . . . there’s a good girl . . . and open those legs for me.”

  She shuffled till her stomach was flush with the chaise back and her legs were wide enough that he could probably see her pink lips full and glistening. She wanted oblivion, wanted him to lose control, but then he ran a finger down the long thin scar along her back and she stiffened.

  Don’t think about it, don’t give the asshat the satisfaction. She took a deep steadying breath and tried to block out the image of her stepfather with his punishment tool of choice, his pit bull’s metal leash.

  “Hey, princess, you still with me?”

  She wiggled her butt and shook off the memory. “You got a thing for keeping a girl waiting,” she said, the husky note in her voice belying the flippancy of her words.

  He didn’t wait for any more invitation. Pushing his index finger inside her with one hand, he snaked his other into her hair and stroked the back of her neck. “Oh no, I’m not going to keep you waiting. I’m going to keep you asking for more. Open wider, baby, and let me show you how a real man gets a woman to sing.”

  She did what he asked. The way he spoke was perfect. Demanding her attention, her compliance, but without arrogance. Time to put on a show for him and enjoy the oblivion he was going to give her.

  “You like that?” he said, and curled his finger in to search for her G-spot.

  She shuddered and a little moan escaped from somewhere deep in her throat. “Yes, oh yes, harder.”

  She sent a hand down her front to work over her clit and he clicked his tongue at her. “Now, now. No need to be in such a hurry.” He took her hand and pushed it down the back of the chaise, bringing her other hand there as well, pinning her to the love seat as he kept up the constant even thrusts of his fingers.

  “But I want you to watch me come,” she said. “Hard. And no one knows how to get me there like I do.”

  “If I don’t make you come as good or better than you can, I’ll owe you a steak dinner.” He pushed his fingers in deeper then drew out and circled her clit before diving back in for good measure.

  “I don’t. Eat. Meat,” she said in between thrusts.

  “All meat?” he said and despite how close she was, she laughed.

  “You make good on all your promises, Biker Man, and I’ll feed you your steak, after I’ve filled my mouth with everything those pants have to offer,” she said, her voice dark, an edge of desperation threading through her words that she was surprised to hear.

  He growled and released her hands, moving to cup her breast more than a little firmly as he added another finger to the one inside her. Her hips bucked and he increased his speed along with his pressure. Tweaking her nipple hard, he snaked his hand down her front toward her clit. Climbing onto the chaise behind her, he pushed her breasts against the furniture with his body and put both his hands to work.

  He circled her clit again and she groaned.

  “Come for me, baby,” he said.

  She pushed her butt back hard against him and put one hand on her breast, tweaking at the nipple while the other tried to usurp his on her clit.

  He put a hand on her ass. “You need me to punish you for not letting me be in charge?”

  Again she stiffened, then forced herself to let go. She could do this, she would do this. Pleasure and pain went together like whiskey and ice, and she was okay with this guy, had a good feeling about him.

  “Please. Give it to me,” she said.

  He took both of her hands and placed them on her breasts, then traced his wet, slippery fingers down her sides before CRACK. Her ass stung before he rubbed the pain away with a deep, circular massage. A low whimper stayed in her throat and she started to pull at her nipples while he kept up a rhythm inside her with his other hand.

  Her walls clenched around his fingers

  Oh. Heavenly. Motorcycle. King.

  She fell apart, spiraling down into a blur of lights as the tight walls of her pussy clenched and tugged his fingers deeper inside her.

  His breath matched hers as all the tension fell away from her as she finally all but melted into the chair. For a moment neither of them moved. Then, tracing the mark his hand had made on her flesh, the biker leaned in to nip her neck. “I’m looking forward to my steak, off your fork.”

  She chuckled and looked back over her shoulder. “Pretty sure of yourself, ain’t you?”

  He shrugged. “You saying that wasn’t good?”

  “I’m saying, I hope you got a second course ready for me. And I don’t want to repeat myself or anything, but you still have your pants on. You trying to hide something?” She held up a little finger and curled it delicately.

  “I just didn’t want to scare you till you were properly warmed up,” he said, chuckling.

  “Big words, big boy.”

  “I think I remember you saying something about a shower nozzle,” he said and pushed back off the chaise, pulling her by the arm with him. “In.”

  * * *

  The blush of her orgasm and the pressure of the chaise had patterned her chest a lovely dusty pink, and there was no hiding the gleam of lust that shone in her eyes as she smirked and stepped into the shower.

  Hade shucked his leathers, pulled a condom from his wallet, and stepped in after her, watching her eyes eat him as effectively as if her mouth was already on him. “Like what you see?”

  “You shouldn’t hide that,” she crooned.

  He hit the faucet, sending a stream of water over her body and she yelped as the cold water hit her, before it warmed a couple seconds later.

  God, she was delicious, and he needed this. Needed the release after the pressure of letting Rocco know he was ready to step up and take his brother’s role. Her nipples pebbled with the cold. The woman’s body was a shimmering picture of temptation slicked with water. After sliding on the condom, he stepped under the water.

  “You sure you want to scream so soon after last time?” he asked as he pushed her slick body against the wall of the shower.

  “You make me come like that again and you might just get a badge,” she said. “Not promising anything, but everyone loves a tr
ier.”

  He ground his cock into her stomach. “Really? You’re going to play it like that?” he said.

  “I always play it like that. I find it makes them put on a better show.”

  He thrust his hips, giving her a tiny taste of what it would be like to have his length inside her and he saw her pupils dilate, the hitch in her breath letting him know she felt it, and wanted it. All of it.

  Letting his head drop, he took one of her breasts in his mouth, relishing the taste of her skin. The involuntary groan again. Man, the noises she made were insane, and the way they came out of her stoked his heat up to fever pitch levels. He gripped her wrists in his hands and pulled them up over her head, hooking them over the shower rail while he kept up the ministrations to her breast.

  “Hold on,” he said and slid his hands down her arms and her torso till he reached her hips.

  He took in the full view of her for a beat, heart thudding, blood threatening to thicken his cock beyond anything that was humanly bearable. He reached behind and took a handful of her ass in each hand, hitching her up to his waist and using his body to pin her in place.

  “Fill me up.” Gone was the teasing tone in her voice. Replaced instead with a raw need that echoed his own.

  He didn’t hesitate and tipped her hips so he could thrust in with one deep movement. The breath hissed out of him as his hopes became real. She fit him perfectly. Tight and toned, and when he pushed in to the hilt he was rewarded by a gasp.

  He ground his teeth with the effort of holding off as need almost took over, but the buildup had been so good he wanted it to last. Closing his eyes a moment, he held their two bodies clamped together against the wall then slowly began to withdraw, almost all the way, before thrusting back in with renewed force. Her hips moved with him and soon they fell into an easy rhythm. Too soon, he felt the first tingle of his orgasm start at the base of his balls. The water falling on his back, the woman in front of him, and the slick wet world he’d stumbled into were almost too much for him to hold onto any longer.

  The thought of the water pinged something in his memory: Hope you’re good with a shower nozzle, she’d said. With a grunt he withdrew and her eyes flicked open, a strangled “No,” coming from her.

  “Don’t worry, sweet cheeks, I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you.”

  He flipped her around and widened her legs with his foot, tipping her a little at the waist to give himself access before he thrust himself back inside her from behind. Reaching up, he unhooked the shower nozzle and curving one arm around her, directed the water toward her clit. She sucked in a breath so hard he knew he’d gotten his aim right.

  “This is for you,” he said and pushed it into her fingers so he could grip her hips with both hands.

  She bucked against him and he finally let go, plunging himself balls deep over and over till the pounding of their bodies made a steady slap of wet skin on wet skin.

  “You better be close,” he ground out and was rewarded with a whimper and the backward arch of her butt into him, craving more and more of their contact.

  “Oh God,” she said and stilled as the water kept up its hiss over her clit. He withdrew almost all the way out, looking down to see the sublime view of their connected bodies, then slammed back into her, fucking her as if she were the very last woman on earth. She exploded, and with every thrust, she clamped around him, her pussy quivering as her orgasm ripped through her.

  The groan he let out came from the very depths of his frustrated soul. He let go of all the tension of the gang’s drama, all the pressure of living up to Rocco’s expectations. All the pain of losing his brother. All the past hurts that had led to this. This ball-tingling, heart-stopping surge of adrenaline. This perfect release.

  For a moment neither of them moved. She had dropped the shower nozzle and water flowed ineffectually down the drain. His chest heaved—hers, too—and for what felt like hours, they stayed clamped together, leaning on the shower wall for support. Once his heart had calmed a little, he withdrew and stepped out of the shower to dispose of the condom, grabbing a towel as he went.

  “Guess it’s an efficient way of doing it,” she said from behind him. “Don’t need a shower now.”

  He grinned and turned back to see her, arms on each side of the shower doorway, her hip thrust out, gorgeous naked skin gleaming with water, every inch a vixen.

  “Thanks for the ride, Biker Man,” she said, stepping out, then strolling past him as if he’d just fixed her shower.

  His grin turned into a chuckle as he leaned over to pick up his leathers.

  Dressed and sated, he walked back into the bedroom to find her tucked back in bed with her friend; the Merchant boy, if that’s who he was, still unconscious on the floor. Hade gave him a kick on the foot and he snorted. “Oy, Romeo, time to go.”

  The guy roused, groggily, and Hade stood over him. “I said, time to go. You got lost on the drive home. Ended up here by mistake. Isn’t that right?”

  Finally registering what was happening, the guy staggered to his feet. “Yeah, yeah, got lost.” He shot a look at Lee but she just raised an eyebrow at him. “I’ll be off.”

  The door clicked shut behind him and Hade looked at Lee in bed, wanting to stay longer, but knowing he wasn’t going to.

  “Know a good place to get breakfast in the morning?” she said, her face suddenly coy.

  “New in town, huh?”

  Lee nodded. “New as they come. Got here yesterday.”

  “And you came here, to Wilde’s, first?”

  Shrugging, she said, “Sounded like a fun time.” She bit her lip. “And it was.”

  His chuckle returned. “Even though you came here with a Menace boy. You lost, too, like him, or you just not sure where you’re headed?”

  “Something like that.”

  “Where’d you come from then?”

  Something flashed across her eyes: Was it fear? Hade looked closer but whatever it was had gone.

  “That’s not something I need people knowing.”

  “Like that, huh? Fair enough.”

  “Thanks.”

  This time there was no mistaking the relief in her eyes. The way she softened when he’d accepted her answer made Hade guess whatever it was that had led her here wasn’t something she was proud of. That was a bit of a worry, but better than not caring at all. In his experience, it was when you fucked up and didn’t give a shit that things started getting messy not just for yourself, but for everyone around you.

  “Well then, ’night.” He hesitated, but realized her eyelids had closed.

  Fun time over. Time to get back to raising some cash and stopping the bunch of pricks downstairs from killing anyone. Hade looked down again at Lee. Dammit. She was even sexy when she was asleep: the little curl of her lip, her long lashes on her cheeks. Move on, Corban.

  He flicked the light switch on the way out.

  Chapter Three

  Lee woke with a thumping hangover and the full, stretched feeling of having had a great night. For a moment she looked around in terror, worried what the hell she’d done this time. Then she saw where she was and the night’s activities came flooding back. The biker.

  She got up and went to the bathroom, only to have everything flash back as she saw the scrap of black lace that had once been her underwear thrown on the faded pink velvet chaise. Holy shit, but he had been hot. She bit her lip. And to be able to sleep it off in a hotel room that someone else paid for for the night? Perfect.

  A surge of heat rushed between her thighs and she smiled. Last night was a good example of why sex was her biggest vice. With a stranger? Well, it certainly took everything up a notch. The perfect, tall, dark stranger. She smirked at the cliché. There was something electric about not knowing who she was riding. The dangerous thrill made her feel alive rather than afraid, a place she’d been all too often after her mother had let the asshat into their lives.

  Putting a finger to her lips she realized she hadn’t even
kissed the biker. The smile curled the edges of her mouth higher. Perfect. Meant she could go for a second helping and not break any of her rules. Like no second courses once she’d kissed a guy.

  Stepping into the shower she touched herself, remembering just how good last night had been. She thought about reenacting part of it with the shower nozzle, but something stopped her. Trying to work herself up like the biker had done seemed impossible. His size for starters, the way he filled her. Shaking her head, she washed quickly and her stomach rumbled as she headed downstairs to find some food. Now that she’d made it to L.A., she needed to work out what the hell she was going to do next. Starting with finding a bed to stay in for a week or so.

  But downstairs in the bar of Wilde’s Hotel, her confidence fluttered for a second. Rather than the empty bar she’d expected, it was full of broad, male shoulders. All encased in black leather and with the flaming red patch of the Raising Hellfire Gang emblazoned on the back.

  Best way to disappear is to make yourself at home, remember? Maybe she could do a little dancing on the bar here to earn her keep.

  Starting burlesque dancing back in Boston was something that had changed her life for the better. Initially she’d done it to prove to herself she could. And to prove that she wasn’t going to live by her stepfather’s rules. Ever. But she’d soon discovered she loved it. Loved the attention it brought her, the tips, what it did for her body. Loved every bit of it. And the burlesque costumes made her feel magnificent. Made her feel like a princess, or rather a queen, after the conservative rags her stepfather had insisted she and her mother wear when he moved in. At Conner’s club she was royalty and her lonely soul lapped up the adulation like a cat with milk.

  Then she and Conner had gotten together. He’d been the antithesis of the asshat. Always ready to party. Always ready to help her party. When she discovered his club was a front for his drug business, she’d pretended not to care. But then a girl went missing and she started caring plenty. She should have just left, but she stupidly told someone she was leaving. He hadn’t liked that. At. All. Put word out that she’d stolen drugs from him. And that was it. Her life in Boston was toast. Now she needed a new party. Lee bit the inside of her cheek.