Breaking Free (Invitation to Eden) (8 page)

A small sound caught in her throat, and she tried again, “I’m looking for someone.”

She was lifted from the table and spun to face the leader. “You’re in luck. You’ve found someone.” Two guys stepped up to her, caging her with their bodies. She caught a flash of silver, and her heart leapt as her Jackson look-alike pulled a knife from his pocket.

She opened her mouth to speak, but he shook his head to silence her. He ran the knife down the length of her dress, then began popping the buttons with the sharp tip. She compressed her lips as the buttons clattered to the floor and rolled away. Her dress began to spill open, exposing her nakedness beneath. Biker dude cut away her last button, and her safe word lingered on her tongue when he straightened to his full height, his eyes locking on hers.

“Tie her up,” he ordered.

* * *

W
hat the fuck was she doing here?

Jesse moved deeper into the shadows. He paced restlessly and mumbled a few curses as fellow biker, Keegan Gates, a guy he’d met when he first arrived, gave Alaska a pat down. Fisting his hands, he drove them into his pockets and fought for a measure of control. But how the fuck was he supposed to get his shit together, especially after watching her perform on the dock last evening? He might be the guy giving her the opportunity to live out her deepest, darkest desires, but watching her with those two jocks last night had damn near killed him. As they touched her, he couldn’t help but imagine it was his tongue circling her pale nubs, coming closer and closer to her coveted peaks. Couldn’t help but visualize it was his cock inside her, driving her higher and higher until her body exploded with pleasure. What he’d do to feel her come on
his
dick, to know that he was the guy giving her what she needed.

Last night it had taken every ounce of strength he had not to dive into the water, go to her, and claim her as his. At the last second, he’d somehow miraculously stopped himself from acting on his urges. As much as he wanted to climb onto that wharf and give her the fuck she always wanted from him—the fuck he always wanted to give her—he knew it was all kinds of wrong. Not because her father would kill him—hell, he was ready to stand up to her bastard father—but because, since the first time he met her, he knew that if he ever really touched her, ever drove his cock into her, he’d want more.

From the way she eyed his body, he knew Alaska wanted a piece of him, but he was a nobody, some punk-ass kid raised on the streets. A beautiful, intelligent girl like Alaska had a bright future ahead of her, providing she got out from under her father’s hold, and deserved more than Jesse could ever give her.

He grabbed his beer, took a long pull, then slammed it on the oak bar top with much more force than necessary. The bartender gave him a questioning look, but he ignored it, all the while trying to fight down the lust rising in him. He’d come to this club tonight to cool his heels, to get his shit together. The last thing he ever expected was to find was Alaska walking through the front door of a gang’s hangout. This was his sanctuary, goddammit, and she wasn’t supposed to be here. As he chewed on that, another thought struck. Perhaps
this
was one of her fantasies. Or perhaps someone in charge was fucking with
him.

Or maybe, just maybe, in some twisted, fucked up way, fantasy was tangling with reality.

One of Keegan’s guys walked her to the middle of the room, where a rope hung from the rafters. He bound Alaska’s hands, putting her naked body on view for every biker in the club to admire. Exhibitionist that she was, she nibbled her bottom lip as Keegan walked around her, lightly trailing his hands over her body. When he gave her ass a good hard smack, she made a whimpering sound that roused the hunger in him.

Feeling like he’d been sucker punched as another man stroked her and a handful more ogled her, a storm roiled inside Jesse. He fisted his hand, but the flash of possessiveness cutting though his gut like a sharp blade nearly brought him to his knees.

Fuck.

He finished off his beer and bit back another heated curse as he watched another man take what he wanted. His gaze shifted restlessly, moving over her beautiful, naked body. Jesus, she was so sexy, so sensual, so fucking impossible to resist.

Her glance moved over the room, searching the crowd. When she looked in his direction, he stiffened. Something in his gut warned that she knew he was here.

Keegan lowered his head, and when he took her nipple into his mouth, Jesse just about went out of his fucking mind. His body trembled, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take before he imploded. Keegan sucked her long and hard, and a look of desire moved over her face. She made a sexy noise, and Keegan inched back. He removed his belt, folded it, and stepped behind her. The snap of leather hitting her soft flesh cut through the room as he gave her a light whack on the ass.

Her mouth opened and closed, and when her nipples quivered, Jesse’s mind practically shut down. Aware of the passion rising in him and completely ruled by lust, his mind abandoned any rational thought. As he watched Keegan touch her, every reason he had for staying away from her suddenly seemed insignificant.

Knowing he was fighting a losing battle, he adjusted his leather beanie cap over his forehead and tugged on the bandana around his neck, pulling it over his nose. Once his features were masked, he pushed off the counter, his vision a red hot blur of desire as he stalked toward her. His cock ached as he circled the room, quietly coming up behind Keegan. He tapped Keegan on the shoulder, and Keegan turned around to give Jesse a questioning look. With a flick of his head, Jesse gestured for him to back the fuck off. Keegan stepped away, leaving Jesse in charge of Alaska’s pleasure and pain.

With his features hidden, he reached out and touched her back, lightly trailing his fingers down her spine. That first sweet touch of her nakedness had air rushing from his lungs. Her body quaked beneath his fingers, and he sucked in a fueling breath. Her skin was so damn soft, so warm it fired his blood from a slow simmer to a raging inferno.

He stepped closer, and she drew a small, shaky breath, her body visually quivering, and he realized that she might not be okay, that she might actually be afraid. Did she want out of this? He put his mouth close to her ear, the sweet scent of her hair twisting his insides.

“Are you afraid?” he asked, pitching his voice low.

Her body went suddenly stiff, like she knew the players had changed.

She breathed deep and exhaled slowly. “No,” she answered in a soft whisper that made his blood rush. “I could never be afraid of you.”

“You want this?”

“I want you,” she said and moved her hips, relaxing under his touch, driving every sane thought from his brain. Her ass brushed up against his cock, feeding the intensity of his arousal as she urged him on.

As moisture collected on his brow, he clenched down on his jaw, working to keep it together when all he wanted to do was grab her by the hips and ram his cock into her. It frightened him how badly he wanted to fuck her, to bury his face in the heat between her legs. He closed his eyes against the flood of heat and worked to leash his control. Now that he had her where he’d always wanted her, he didn’t want to rush anything.

Knowing just what sweet little Alaska needed, he slid his hands over her bare skin, his movements slow, deliberate, as he caressed the lush curves of her ass. She arched into him, and he pulled his hand back to give her a light whack.

With her body trembling, she let loose a little whimper, her head falling forward. He soothed her with his hands, then gave her another whack, a little harder this time, and she cried out. Jesus, he loved the way she reacted, how she let go of every inhibition and gave herself over to him.

He gripped her chin from behind and tilted her head back until it rested against his shoulder. He put lips to her ear. “You like that, do you?” he whispered.

Instead of answering, she squirmed, tucking her bottom up against him. He gripped her hips and held her still. If she kept that up, he was liable to shoot off in his pants before they even got started. “I wonder what other punishment you might like.”

He grabbed a bandana from his back pocket and tied it around her head, taking care to cover her eyes. Once her vision was obscured, he pulled his own bandana from his face and walked around her, trailing his hands over her flesh. As his mind sifted through all the ways he wanted to pleasure her, to take her beyond her wildest fantasies, he walked to the bar, leaving her standing there in a quivering mess as he ordered a whiskey on the rocks.

With everyone in the room staring at Alaska and waiting to see what he had in store for her, he swallowed a mouthful of alcohol, then jangled the ice in the glass. The sound cut through the quiet. Alaska turned her head toward it, her mouth opening as she drew in a breath.

“What...what are you doing?” she whimpered. Jesse couldn’t help but grin when he caught the anticipation in her voice.

“You don’t get to ask the questions,” he answered, taking charge.

As she made a mewling sound, he tossed an ice cube into his mouth and captured it in his front teeth. He moved into her space and dipped his head, running the ice down the long column of her neck until he reached her breasts. He circled one nipple, and she shivered almost violently in response.

“Oh, God,” she cried out.

The ice melted fast on her hot skin, and he swallowed the liquid in his mouth. “You really are a bad girl, aren’t you?” he murmured.

“Please...”

His dick throbbed, and tension rose in him as her pale nipples hardened, her body so needy for him. He fished another ice cube from his glass and swiped it over her other breasts. He greedily pulled her cold nipple into his mouth, blood pounding through his veins as he let the ice dissolve on her hard peak. Inching back, he tossed another cube into his mouth and brushed it over her stomach until it melted. He dipped lower, then went back on his heels to see her pretty pussy.

He widened her soft lips with his fingers, and as he took in her sweet pinkness, she squirmed. He held her still and nearly came unhinged as he breathed in the tang of her arousal. From the corner of his eyes, he spotted someone moving toward them to join in the fun, but seeing Alaska this excited, this needy for him, had his cock throbbing and possessiveness flashing through him. Like an animal marking its territory, he growled, and the guy backed off. What the fuck was she doing to him? Everything in the primal way he wanted her had him acting crazy, out of character. But he knew this was the only time he could ever have her, and he wasn’t about to share.

He had no time to think about that right now, not when he was dying to taste her. Leaning in, he ran his ice cold tongue over her clit, and pleasure forked through him as she bucked against his mouth. Her scent curled around him, and the way her pussy glistened in the dim, overhead light was enough to shred his last ounce of control.

The lust that had been bottled up for months broke through the surface, and he suddenly found himself hungering for so much more. As her heat reached out to him and seeped under his skin, a fierce shudder overtook him.

With his body practically shaking and raw want ruling his actions, he pressed his mouth hungrily to her sex in an urgent exploration. He licked and sucked, yet still couldn’t get enough of her. She squirmed beneath his mouth, and he damn near lost it when he slipped a finger inside to find her so tight...so fucking wet.

His cock strained against his zipper and a slow burn worked its way through his body to settle deep in his groin. He pressed another heated kiss over her pussy as his thumb circled her soaked clit. With his cock throbbing, he swirled a finger through her slick heat, and she thrust her pelvis harder against him.

“Easy, baby,” he whispered with effort as the air around them grew heavy, saturated in lust as the others silently watched on. He lifted his head to see her, wishing he could look into her eyes when he made her come. Her mouth opened and closed as he dove back in to ravage her hot cunt, raw hunger consuming him. He licked her clit and slid another finger inside her. Her muscles bunched as she moved her hips, fucking him feverishly.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, and he brushed the tips of his fingers over her sensitive bundle of nerves. “Ride my fingers.”

She gasped, and as he applied pressure to her clit, he could feel her legs buckle, tension building inside her. Knowing she was close, he finger fucked her a little faster, dying for her to come so he could taste her. She whimpered, her muscles contracting as she tumbled into orgasm, her liquid heat drenching his mouth. He kept his tongue on her cunt, drinking her in as she rode out the waves. Jesus Christ, he’d never tasted anything sweeter.

He lapped up every last drop, then, desperate to be inside her, he eased away and drew a ragged breath. With his heart hammering, he climbed to his feet and worked to keep his hands from trembling when he looked at Keegan.

His nostrils flared, and it took effort to disguise his voice when he commanded, “Untie her hands and bend her over the pool table.”

Alaska squirmed as Keegan unhooked her hands. Keegan caught her trembling body and carried her to the table. Pressure brewed deep in Jesse’s groin as his body registered every delicious detail of the girl he was about to fuck senseless: her hair tumbling in waves over the felt table top, her sweet ass up in the air, her body so open, so ready for him.

As he stalked across the room, he couldn’t think about the line he was crossing or that they had no future together when they left this island. No, as he stepped up to her, running his hands over her ass, all he could think about was getting his cock inside her and fucking long into the night. Every night.

Bombarded with hunger, he ripped open his pants and shoved them down his thighs. After quickly rolling on a condom, he gripped her hips, slipped his legs between hers, and urged her thighs apart. With her ass tipped up so nicely and her damp pussy glistening in the overhead light, he positioned his cock at her hot entrance, ready to ram it home. Lacking any sort of finesse and concerned only about getting inside her, he powered his hips forward, and with one fierce thrust, sank into her warm, wet heat.