by Lexy Timms
“Does anyone normally live here?” I asked.
“We make it look like someone lives here year round,” said the guy with unruly brown hair, Big Tom I think. “It’s one of the club members’ job to keep it that way. He keeps a truck parked out back, moves it every once in a while, does yard work, talks to the neighbors. The usual stuff.”
“Your neighbors are not suspicious?” I found it hard to believe.
“People in this neighborhood mind their own business,” Kane answered in a conversation-ending tone, and pointed down the hall. “The bathroom is down that way. It’s attached to the master bedroom at the end of the hall, which you can have. The rest of us will take the other bedrooms and the couches.”
“I’ve got dibs on a bed,” the one called Skate said, moving quickly towards the closest door. “Speed trumps rank tonight, brothers.”
I watched him leave, taking note of the leisurely way he moved and the tightness of his ass. When I turned slightly to shuck my backpack off my shoulders, Kane was looking at me. I turned to him. He was sporting a venomous scowl on his face.
“What?”
He didn’t answer, so I smirked and flounced away, edging down the hallway. I felt my way into the darkness. The master bedroom wasn’t half bad. There was no shag carpet and no floral patterned bedding, at least. The pillows and the comforter looked semi-new, and the floor was a nice, polished wood. The attached bathroom was small but clean, and the first thing I did was strip my clothes off and turn the shower on as hot as I could take it.
I stayed underneath the water for a long time, inhaling the steam and wishing the shower could wash away the chaos and shock and tragedy of the past few days. I was still trying not to think too much. The numbness was setting in, and I felt I needed to stay numb. This was not the time to get pulled down into a hole of self-pity. What had happened couldn’t be changed. Mom was dead, and I was here, in a random safe house that no one really lived in, with five bikers.
One or two of those men happened to be irresistibly hot.
I got dressed in the only pair of pajamas I’d brought, and settled onto the bed, looking around the room while I towel-dried my hair. The bedside clock said that it was nearly one in the morning. I didn’t feel tired at all, my limbs instead full of a sensation that couldn’t be pinpointed. Nervousness? Fear?
A soft knock on the door made me self-conscious.
“Yes?” I asked as I pulled a knitted blanket over my legs. These pajamas were short shorts I’d had since freshman year in high school, and they didn’t exactly cover up much anymore.
“It’s Kane.”
I swallowed hard. “Come in.”
He opened the door hesitantly, hanging back with his hand on the knob.
“You can come in,” I repeated. It was odd to see him waiting for my approval to do something. I’d pegged him as the kind of guy who was always working hard to show his status. Or maybe that was just the way he was in front of the other members of the club.
“I’m sorry about all of this,” he said, walking over to the bed and sitting just a foot away.
I’m not sure why, but I said, “It’s not your fault.” I glanced at him and then looked away quickly. That softness in his eyes was something new. It was way too much to handle. God, he was so hot. That hour on the back of his bike had my body practically humming, his presence alone making me come alive in a way I never had before.
What would he do if I made a move? Kane was not my usual type, and yet that heat couldn’t be denied. I had a thought. Suppose I was to have sex with him. It would only be one time. Hell, maybe it would even be good for me. It would get my mind off of the horrible circumstances of my life. Not only that, it would show Kane I was just as capable of calling the shots as he was.
The temptation to reach over and grab his face or his crotch were still building up when he turned to me.
“Your dad just wants to protect you.”
I sighed. This was so not the conversation I’d been looking for. “He’s done a shitty job of it so far. Just ask my mother…”
Dammit.
I was still in denial.
Surprisingly, Kane pursed his lips and nodded. “That’s a legit reaction.”
I crossed my arms, suddenly no longer in the mood to make a move on him. “What’s going to happen next?”
“We’ll keep moving you around. Make sure we don’t stay in one place for too long.”
“Until when?”
“Until this thing with the Arroyos Bandidos is settled.”
“I have school,” I spat out.
“Surviving comes first. You can’t go to school if you’re dead.”
I bit my lip. Damn him. Damn him and those dreamy eyes. Damn him and that rough stubble, that square jaw, those hard biceps popping out from underneath the hems of his shirt, and those rock solid abs I got to wrap my arms around on the trip over here.
Before I knew it my hand was on his shoulder. He didn’t move, just looked at me, his gaze boring a hole into my face. Eager to act before I chickened out, I leaned forward and brushed my lips softly against his. He opened his mouth in a welcome as I kissed harder, tasting him and reveling in the softness of his tongue when he parted my lips.
I shifted my weight, letting the blanket drop to the floor. Finally having decided to just go for it, I raised up onto my knees. He answered by grasping my waist and swinging me around to straddle his lap, never breaking the contact of our lips for an instant.
A hand trailed up to the back of my head, snaking its way through my damp hair. I pushed my weight forward, pressing my crotch against his. A deep growl that seemed to come up from the depths of the earth traveled through Kane’s body and escaped his mouth, only to make my own lips hum with the reverberations.
I broke off the kiss with a heavy gasp, keeping my face still close to his. “This is just sex.”
Chapter Six
Kim
His expression was unreadable. Had he worked years to make it so, or was he just that good?
“It is,” he agreed.
His nonchalance simultaneously pissed me off and turned me on that much more. I pressed my open palms on his chest and pushed him back against the bed. He made no attempt to resist, instead relaxing back with an amused expression on his face.
He looked on as I stood up to unbutton and unzip his pants, then yanked them down his legs. I was adamant to be the one taking charge. I was the one fucking Kane, not the other way around.
His boxers were next to come sliding down those muscular legs, and when his massive cock popped up, thick and hard and ready to go, I had to take a heavy breath to get myself together. My panties were already soaking wet, and damn, I had no more control over the pulsating, needy ache between my legs.
“Take your shirt off,” I commanded.
“Yes ma’am,” he grinned, pulling the thin shirt up and over his head.
Seeing him completely naked was almost more than I could take. It had been months since I’d had sex, and I’d never been with a man as toned as Kane was. He was a bundle of sexy, ripped tautness, and I couldn’t wait to straddle him and ride. First, I wanted to taste him, and maybe see him lose it while I give him head. My mouth watered at the thought. I lowered my head and took his dick in my mouth, and he let out a low, throaty moan.
“Fuck.”
After only a few seconds his hand weaved through my hair, pulling me in to take in more of him. His hips rocked up as he fucked my mouth. I was so wet and wound up, eyes closed tightly. I moaned, enjoying every risky second of giving head to this complete stranger.
I felt his other hand grip my shoulder to get my attention.
“What?” I opened my eyes and looked up at him, ready to argue. Maybe I wasn’t an expert at giving a good blow job, but I couldn’t have been that bad.
“Stand up.” I guess it was his turn to tell me what to do. Again.
I crawled backwards off the bed and waited for him to sit up.
He parte
d his legs slightly and pulled me to stand between them. His hands slid up the sides of my legs, up my thighs, around my waist and over the rise of my breasts. “You’re fucking sexy.”
I gave him a slight smile and soon his finger slid under the straps of my pajama top, pulling down until the loose fabric fell down to my hips. I shimmied out of it until it fell to the floor, and took my shorts and thongs with it. He didn’t wait a second. I looked down into his eyes while his hot, rough hands began massaging the outside of my thighs and ass. Fuck, this kind of foreplay was hot. Too hot.
His mouth was even hotter, making contact just above my navel and kissing a trail down my belly to my mound. Holy fuck. He did this thing where he found my slit from behind and finger-fucked me while his hot, wet mouth feasted on my clit. I gasped in surprise. And in pleasure. Kane knew the exact spot to reach his two fingers inside me, and Christ, he also knew how hard and how fast I liked it. A loud, low involuntary whimper escaped my lips as I leaned forward. I clutched at his shoulders for balance but my knees were weak and ready to give way. Moving smoothly, he flipped me around, planting me on the bed beside him, still tasting and licking between my folds, and thrusting into my core with those deft fingers.
Before I knew it, another finger was sliding over my slit, but that one didn’t dip in with the other two. Sweet baby Jesus! He paused his assault on my center for a second, and that third digit ran over the skin between my pussy and my asshole. No one ever touched that spot before, and God it felt like heaven. Still, I jumped when he dipped that finger slightly into my ass and stopped. Wow, it felt good. So good I tilted my hips to get him to move in further. And a little more. Further in until his other hand resumed with matched movements deep inside my core, and his lips restarted consuming my folds and sensitive spot.
I was flying to another world, with sweet gratification expanding through my body and flickers of light streaking in front of my eyes. Certain that the sound that would accompany this orgasm would be one hell of a ruckus, I rolled one hand into a fist and bit it, not wanting to have anyone outside this room—or in this neighborhood for that matter—know how masterfully this man was playing my body. There was no way I could help it either. In no time at all, a wild and wicked pleasure burst outward, rushing through me so intensely my toes curled and my neck arched back and every muscles in me seized. My climax didn’t end there. It had my legs shaking, and my nails of the hand that was not in my mouth was now clawing into Kane’s shoulder.
When he moved up onto the mattress to join me I was ready for his manhood, swollen and red to the point where I wasn’t sure he would last a minute inside me before blowing his load. He turned off the bed-side lamp, the only light I had kept on in the room. I wondered what that was about, but not for long.
Kane spread my legs wide and in the dim light streaming in through the horizontal blinds of the bedroom window, he looked down at me with hungry, darkened eyes, setting off my need again. I’m not sure where or how he found it, but a condom appeared in his hand somehow. He ripped the wrapper open with his mouth, slid on the condom with adeptness that only came with experience, and drove that massive cock deep into my slick wetness, causing a cry of decadent pleasure to escape my lips.
He was in his element, and found a rhythm that had me lost outside my body. He thrusted harder and faster, and with each thrust of his hips another moan flew out of me. He lowered his chest onto mine and I bit into his shoulder gently, trying to keep my noise between these bedroom walls.
“You’re so tight, woman…so fucking sweet,” Kane groaned into my ear, gasping as he clutched at my hips.
That was it.
I hit another peak, this one even more powerful than the last. My eyelids fell closed, my teeth released its hold on his shoulder and my head dropped back to the bed. Kane didn’t stop, and fuck, that sent my orgasm cresting higher, rolling upward, mounting until I thought I’d black out for sure. His body tensed up a short while after. He was coming. His arms slipped past my hips and under me to my ass cheeks, and after three devilishly wicked thrusts, he went over the edge too.
His body relaxed on top of me for a minute, the hot sweat on our bodies threatening to stick us together all night. I pressed a palm against my eyes and waited for my breathing to come back under control. I wanted to wrap my hands around his neck and bury my head in his chest, but that would send him a message I wasn’t ready so share with anyone. What had just happened was carnal and feral and fucking hot, but I was determined for it to never cross the line. Emotions would not be added to this simple equation.
If it happened again, it was going to be a fuck-my-biker-protector kind of arrangement. Who was I kidding? There was no ‘if’. I was going to get me some more Kane during whatever timeframe I had to stay under the Rugged Angels’ watch.
I waited for him to pull out, or shift around, or move, or give me some kind of signal that he was getting up and out of my bed. Nothing happened. I gave him a few more minutes before I spoke into the darkness.
“You can leave, you know. You don’t have to stick around.”
The silence stretched on. Eventually, he got up. There was a bit of shuffling as he stepped into his jeans and grabbed the rest of his clothes off the floor before he walked out. I took a breath when the door shut behind him. Finally alone, I got under the covers surveyed the dimly lit room. Had I really just fucked a man and then kicked him out not a minute later? This was way better than the last frat party Bethany and I went to.
What was wrong with me? I just lost my mother and then I up and banged a Rugged Angels member? I would never have done anything like that if she were still here.
Christ.
Kane sure didn’t mind. He probably did that all the time. And he took his sweet time to get out of my bed. Not that it meant anything. Hell, he was probably ready to leave the second he came.
“I’m officially a slut,” I whispered, closing my eyes and cuddling into the pillow. Stating it did nothing to ease my mild guilt.
Well, fuck me.
Chapter Seven
Kane
I stared down into the coffee mug the next morning, watching the steam curl up and dissipate.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Deuce asked from across the kitchen center island.
“Nothing,” I barked.
“Sounded like something last night, if you ask me.”
I shook my head. “I didn’t ask you.”
He smiled and took a sip of his own coffee. Behind him, the cheesy sixties kit cat clock grinned at me as its eyes ticked from side to side and its tail bounced like it knew about what had happened last night and was mocking me.
Hooking up with Kim last night was fucking hot, but it was a mistake. A big, fat, past-president-disrespecting lapse in judgment. I’d already told myself ten times that it wasn’t my fault I ended up knocking boots with Banner’s daughter. Kim was the one to come on to me. No matter who the instigator was though, I should have known better. After we were done I was uncomfortable about the whole thing. And then she had asked me to leave. Usually it was the other way around, and I would be the one rushing off. I wasn’t sure what to make of that.
Deuce got up and sauntered over to the sink, setting his mug down. “When should we get a move on?”
I took a moment to think it over. “Depends on the report Skate and Tom come back with. If things are smooth out there we can wait until things are back under control. If not, we leave this morning.”
Deuce nodded slowly and ran a hand over his thick red beard. “The princess is still asleep?”
I didn’t like hearing him call her that. ‘Princess’ suggested that a girl was demure and untouched, and Kim was anything but that.
“I’m not sure Banner would want to hear you call her a princess.”
“True, but she’s got that attitude. What was she like?”
I tightened my jaw and kept my mouth shut, just looking at him. Yes. He knew what had happened last night. Deuce and I traded stories abo
ut girls all the time. This time was different. This time I had to be a vault. Revealing the past president’s daughter’s down and dirty side didn’t sit right with me.
I thought about how she must have looked right now, sleeping peacefully under the sheets in the bedroom down the hall, and the visual sat right with my dick. It was hard in three seconds flat. The kit cat clock told me so. Was she naked? Had she put those tiny little pajamas back on after I had left? Why did she kick me out so damn fast? No woman ever did that to me.
The voice of a sportscaster filtered out from the living room and down the hall as someone turned up the volume on the TV.
“Kyle,” I said gruffly. “This ain’t no vacation.” We couldn’t risk using our phones, not even burner phones, in case it led our rivals straight to the safe house. This is why Skate and Big Tom had to leave early this morning to meet one of the members at a secret location for updates. “Get your ass to a window and keep your eyes on the street. And Deuce, get out there and watch our escape routes. The both of you are acting like this is some game. We’re spread thin enough as it is.”
“All right, come off it,” Deuce snapped. His face relaxed for a second, and then he added, “Something’s up. What, you got a thing for Banner’s girl? You upset because you couldn’t fuck her all night?” Grinning, he took immense pleasure from the cut.
“Fuck you too, brother,” I told him. Being best friends with my Rugged Angels number two had its pros and cons, evidently. I decided I would check on her, and got up to fill a coffee cup to take with me. “I’ll be back.”
I was barely a few steps down the hall when motorcycles rumbled up the driveway and across the side alley. The back door flew open in a hurry, and Skate and Big Tom stormed in.
“They hit the clubhouse,” Skate said.
I was furious. My free hand curled into a fist and my vision blurred. “Fuck. What were our losses?”
