“What I mean is that she’s witnessed three murders now. Do you really think we can let her roam free ever again? She’s not like us, Rowan. She doesn’t live by the code, for Christ’s sake.”
“Jeffco’s right,” Andy chimes in. “First chance she gets, she’s running to the cops. Fuck that nonsense. I say we put a bullet in her head.”
“Both of you, hold your damn horses and keep your hands to yourselves. You don’t kill her until you have my permission. Got it?”
I stand my ground hard and grab my pistol so they know who is boss.
I’ve been doing this thing for a long time now. Their crew is rather new, compared to the High Priests, and they get half of their product from us. They may be throwing me a bone by giving me some money and a job every now and then, but I own these bastards. Once I’m back home, I’ll get my throne back, and they know it.
“Fine,” Jeffco sighs. “We’ll do it your way. But I’m not coming out here every damn day for more than a week. After that, we’re deciding what to do.”
“Deal,” I put out my hand and they both take turns shaking it.
Caroline comes out from the bushes and stands before us. She’s polite as all hell. She doesn’t make any attempt at running away or talking back. She just stands there, waiting for them to throw her back in the hole.
“You’re doing the right thing,” she finally says, when Jeffco grabs her arms.
“Shut up, woman,” Jeffco says.
It pains me that I can’t knock him in the face for talking to her like that, but I’ll get my revenge, eventually.
“I just mean, I would have done the same thing. I saw too much. You need to protect yourselves. I understand,” she says.
He leads her to the entrance below and climbs down with her. He chains her up, leaving food, water, and the necessities. “Just stay down here and keep obedient, and you’ll be fine,” he says.
He’s lying to her. I know that much.
It’s all just a psychological test now. The funny thing is, Caroline is winning it, and they have no idea.
She’s the good girl, telling them they’re doing everything right, like they should. Eventually that shit sinks in. At least, she’s hoping it will.
She gives me a wink, and I feel my cock twitch a little. Damn, she’s feisty and resilient as all hell. She’d make a good partner back home.
Anyway, I’m getting a little ahead of myself. I’ve got a home that needs some fixing up. I don’t care if the Hunters know where I’m living. It’s not like I sleep anyway.
The three of us turn around and head back to our cars. “See you later,” I tell them.
“Why don’t you get a drink?” Jeffco asks.
“I don’t want to be complacent,” I tell him. “When those Hunters come into town, I want to be ready.”
I cock my pistol and roll out of there with enough speed to create a dust devil.
16
Caroline
Just live a little…
Maybe I didn’t write the book on living large, but I’m not sure if being thrown into a hole is the equivalent.
At this point, I don’t know how to feel. Sometimes I feel angry. Other times I feel heartbroken. I’m being held captive by some insane bikers, and the only way out seems to be through Rowan. Even then, I’m not so sure he can set me free.
Last night was something else. Every time I think about it, it sends chills through my body. I know I’m doing the wrong thing.
My brain keeps screaming at me, “What the hell are you doing, Caroline? Get away from that man.”
But it’s just not that easy for me.
People can judge all they want. Sure, I had a bad marriage. Big fucking deal. Who hasn’t had one of those in this day and age? This is something different.
What we have is passionate. It’s extreme.
I’m fucking Rowan, a kingpin biker.
Oh, God, maybe I have lost my mind down here.
Worst part is, I feel lucky to have him right now. He’s given me more than enough to occupy my time down here.
When I get bored, I read through my magazines, and I suddenly have something to think about other than the time not passing in front of my eyes. I have enough whiskey to keep me satisfied for a day, and every so often I smoke a cigarette, despite the smoke filling up a bit too fast.
It’s not luxurious down here, though. I’m not trying to give that impression by any means. And I am resilient. I’ve come up with a plan to escape, when the time is right.
Jeffco and Andy take me out every morning and every night.
One of these nights, I plan to fight back. If I heat up this lighter enough, I might be able to lodge it into one of their eyes.
Yes, I’ll take the bottle of whisky and break it before they come through. I’ll slice Andy’s throat if I have to. This is my life we’re talking about.
I want to rely on Rowan, but how much do I really know the guy? For all I know, he could just be playing the game, as men do.
Whatever the case is, I have to rely on myself. I need to escape.
At night, I hear footsteps, coming toward the roof of my underground prison. I hear the boots stop, but it’s not the same sound that Jeffco or Andy makes. I don’t hear him hack a cough or anything.
I just hear that knock, and a deep voice says, “You still down there?”
Of course, It’s Rowan.
“I’m here,” I whisper, throat dry. They give me water, but it’s never enough.
He opens the door and takes one look at me, and shakes his head. “I’m really sorry about all of this,” he says. “It’s not fair to keep you down here.”
“It’s okay,” I tell him. “I’ve managed worse.”
“You? I doubt that,” he says.
I take offense to his response. “What? A woman like me hasn’t gone through anything bad in her life? What makes you so sure you know what you’re talking about?”
He jumps down in the hole, wearing a white wife beater and the same jeans he’s been wearing all week. His arms are strong and his chest presses against the fabric of his shirt.
I smile when I see him. I can’t trust anyone, but he still feels like a breath of fresh air. He’s all I have.
He holds up something for me. This time, I can’t help but laugh with joy. It’s one my dresses, as well as a pair of lingerie.
“Don’t you dare get cocky with me,” I say. “I’m grateful for the clean clothes, but I’m not wearing the other get-up. Did you go through my whole house or something?”
He throws me the dress, but he continues to hold up the lingerie. “Only a few drawers,” he says, smiling like a creep. “Come on, you don’t want to wear this for me?”
I grab the pair and hold it to my body. “Only certain people get to see me wearing something like this,” I say. “Besides, I’m in my 30’s. Who’s going to want to see me in that?”
He walks closer to me and places his hand around my cheek. He leans forward and kisses me slowly, sensuously, and full of passion.
My heart flutters to the point where it feels incredible to be near him. Everything changes in that instant.
“I want to see you in that,” he whispers. “I want to see every bit of you.”
I choke on my saliva, unable to say anything. Finally, I manage to get out a phrase. “Get hard for me then,” I say.
It just comes out.
I’m fucking up again. I’m going against what is smart or right, but his cock is all I can think about.
His hard cock forcing open my lips… it hasn’t happened yet. We haven’t actually fucked. I know it’s wrong of me, but I want to feel him. All of him.
I want him to set me free, and I’m not just talking about letting me out of this place.
He pulls away from me, breathing deep and strong. His chest rises and falls, until he’s back against the wall, staring at me with those brooding eyes.
He unbuckles his belt and slowly pulls the leather through the loops of his denim. He unzips his pan
ts and steps out of them, throwing them to the other end of my cell. Lastly, his shirt comes off.
He’s fully naked, standing with a huge erection.
He displays his glory and lowers to the floor. He spreads his legs and strokes his cock. He shows me all of him.
“Is this what you were looking for?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whisper, taking off my clothes. “Close your eyes and touch yourself some more.”
“My eyes are shut,” he says.
His shaft falls firm against his stomach, and I instantly feel myself grow wetter by the second. All of the blood in my body rushes between my knees, and I’m hot and ready for him.
I put on the lingerie and stand up, laying my chains across the floor.
“Keep them closed,” I say, standing over him. “No peeking.”
I place my palm against his chest and trace my fingers across his abs. It’s not just his cock that’s hard as a rock. It’s his whole body.
I sit on his lap, slowly resting my ass over his thickening shaft. I grab it and let my saliva run down across the glistening crown.
He moans, “Oh, baby,” and I can feel his pulse quicken.
I want him to remember this night forever.
I position his cock against my lips, and he moans even louder. He’s much bigger than what my body expects. I’m half afraid of feeling him push against my walls. The other half desires the pain.
If he’s half as good at fucking as he is at eating pussy, I’ll be in heaven when this is all over.
Finally, I sit down slowly and push his shaft inside me. It gets caught for a second, but I run my wetness over him, and he fits in smoothly.
He roars, eyes still closed. We’re both feeling each other for the first time now, and it’s more than we both imagined.
I push my hips up and curve my back, kissing him. His stubble brushes against my cheek, and his tongue slides across mine, staying fixed for a second, before pulling back out.
His cock slides in deep as we feel the urgency to be connected to each other. I’m the prisoner, and he’s the guard, but we’re both in this together.
We both know what we want most: pleasure.
Desire, obsession, satisfaction.
It doesn’t matter how wrong we are. None of that matters. We’ll deal with the consequences later. Right now, I want to feel crazy. I want to feel wild and free, and young again. Fuck Ron and my old life. I want to be a bad girl.
I thrust my hips forward and feel as his bone cruise in deeper and deeper, until he bottoms out inside me. I feel him shiver and drive back.
The pressure builds inside, a vibrating ecstasy.
I don’t warn him. I gyrate my hips until the hairs on my skin rise. I feel him thrust upward, and I can’t fucking take it anymore.
I burst, pussy clenching, legs seizing, and stomach shaking. It’s the kind of orgasm that takes you by surprise. The kind that hurts so good, paralyzing your entire body until it decides to let you go. When it’s over, you’re left shaking against his muscles.
His arm is around my waist, and each tit is equally devoured by his tongue and lips. He breathes in deep and kisses my sternum.
“What am I going to do with you, gorgeous?” he asks.
I fall back, breathing wildly, hair in my eyes. “Take me,” I tell him.
He leans over me and thrusts, cock sliding back inside of me. This time, he moves faster and stronger.
“I’m never letting you go,” he says. “I would be out of my mind to let a bombshell like you out of my sight.”
In the corner of the room is his pistol. I glance at it. I could end this right now if I wanted to, but something is urging me not to. My emotions are much stronger than my logic, and I don’t give a shit if that’s stupid. I want this. I want this to last more than tonight. The sex is just that good.
He places his arm behind my neck, lifting me. “If you let me go,” I say, “you can fuck me in that garage of yours every single day.”
“Oh yeah?” he says, smiling and kissing my neck. He breathes in my scent and grabs a fistful of my ass.
One spanking. One bite.
“I want to sit down on that leather bike seat,” I moan into his ear. “My pussy, just hanging off the edge of leather. I want you to rev that engine while you fuck me. I want to feel the rumble of the bike while I push back, pussy swallowing your cock.”
“Have you been fantasizing down here?” he asks.
I nod and kiss.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s so wrong,” he says, pulling out of me. He takes one look at me, as if he’s about to stop, but he shakes the idea from his head.
He turns me around, forcing me on all fours. He grabs my ass, kisses the top of it, and licks forward like an animal.
“Who the fuck am I kidding? I need this,” he says.
He grabs my ass and pushes it up higher, and then thrusts deeply. I know he’s close to losing it. He’s fucking me like a berserker.
When he spanks me, I feel my blood rise. It turns me on to be used like this, while at the same time he gives me 100 percent back.
He knows just how to ride the line.
He grabs my hair and pulls back, my jaw pushing up. Pushing my legs together, my pussy clenches around his rigid shaft.
I feel him tremble.
His head grows bigger. His shaft thickens. He stops moaning and making any noise. And then all of a sudden, he grabs my hips as hard as he can and thrusts forward, holding it there.
I feel it spill.
His cum streams inside of me, hot liquid that drapes my walls. He keeps himself deep inside, filling me up, until he can’t take it any longer.
Slowly, he slides out from me, and my lower half is practically drenched. He falls against the cement and kisses my thighs.
“You take the life from me,” he says, nearly passing out from exhaustion. “Seriously, though. We need to think of a plan. ‘Cause I’m not through with you.”
“Yes, we do,” I say. “Don’t worry, I think I’ve got a head start on that plan.”
17
Rowan
There comes a time in every man’s life when he realizes he’s going against his better judgment for a woman.
It always comes as a shock, and there should be extreme justification for doing so. Well, I think it’s pretty obvious why I’m acting the way I am.
I can’t get enough of this woman. If I could have my way, I’d keep her forever.
That’s why I’m listening to this crazy plan of hers. This woman who has been sheltered her entire life in Pennsylvania is actually planning a “prison break” against two outlaw bikers from the border.
She’s crazy, but I’m the one who’s thinking to himself, “Maybe I can help her in some way.”
That’s crazy.
“The lighter idea is not my favorite,” I tell her. “The bottle, however, could work. I just worry about you hurting yourself.”
I kiss her thighs about a million times. They’re thick, juicy, and downright perfect. I can’t help myself. I’m not stopping any time soon.
“I can hold my own,” she says.
I can’t help but laugh. I know it’s rude, but I take one look at her in the garter belt, and I can’t picture her swinging a broken bottle against Jeffco, let alone tearing the brute’s jugular.
“I can do it,” she says. “I know I can.”
“Darling, I don’t want you to do it. Once you kill a man, you can’t come back from that,” I say.
No, there’s another way. She’ll need my help.
“Then what do you suggest? I don’t want to spend another day down here, Rowan. You don’t know what it’s like without sunlight,” she says.
I understand her loud and clear. The whole situation is fucked up. “I’ve been to prison before,” I mutter. “I understand more than you know. Which is why I’m going to help you.”
“Okay,” she says, setting down the bottle of Jack.
“But you’re going to
have to spend another day or two down here. I know how hard that is,” I say, “but I’ll come more often. I’ll spend the time with you.”
“Fuck,” she whispers, looking away from me.
“I know you probably hate me now for saying all this. I’d hate me, too. But I know how cruel this world can be. Unfortunately, we’re the kind of guys that keep it going in that direction. If Jeffco, saw you escaping, he’d—”
She whispers, “He’d kill me?”
“No. He wouldn’t kill you, actually,” I say, about to lay some more truth on her. “He’d take a razor blade and put it between your lips. He’d swipe from left to right, until your smile extends the length of your face. Then, he’d brand your flesh and throw you back down here.”
“What the fuck,” she whispers.
“You don’t know what we’re risking right now by doing this,” I say. “But I do. This is my life. These are the people I’ve given my trust to.”
“Why?” she asks. “Why do that to yourself?”
“Because I’ve had to survive as best I could,” I tell her. I leave out the bits of my pa beating me, or laying on my bedroom floor, passed out on drugs. “Things weren’t easy for me. Not in the least bit.”
She gulps down and nods, as if she understands. Of course, I don’t think she does. I don’t know anything about her situation, other than she’s a divorced woman looking for some answers. Well, she’s got her answers.
The world is a hard place. Not many people have your back, but if you find someone who does, you sure as hell stick by them.
I guess I’m that person for her.
“What’s the plan?” she asks, lighting a cigarette.
The roof is open, and the night-light of the stars is shining down on us. For the first time in a very long time, I feel close to someone. It catches me off guard and makes me feel funny.
“It’s simple,” I tell her. “You’ve already done it well with me. Now it’s time you give Andy a run for his money.”
“What are you implying?” she asks me, playing dumb. She knows full well what I’m getting at. She just doesn’t like the idea all too much.
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