Lock and Key (10 page)

“Hey!”

His jaw set in a rigid line. “I need enthusiasm, babe.”

I glared at him. Challenges always did appeal to me.

I slid my hands over his ass, pulled his pelvis into mine and stroked his bottom lip with my tongue, then slid it in his mouth where it lazily tangled with his tongue. I slowly sucked on his lower lip and nipped it with my teeth.

“I can work with that,” Dig said, his hands pressed in at the sides of my breasts. “Remember, stick with me, never let go, don’t be chatty, just smile, and don’t show interest in our conversations. Just show them we’re together, and you can’t wait to fuck me. Okay?”

“Okay, I get it,” I said. “I’m your arm candy.”

His lips pressed into a firm line. “No baby, you’re my pussy candy. That’s how they’re all gonna be thinking of you, so get it straight, yeah?”

My face heated. Geez, what was I thinking? This was hardly going to be lighthearted fun at the senior prom.

“Let’s get something to drink,” Dig muttered. He took my hand in his.

We clung to each other for the rest of the long evening. I was determined to play it cool and hard, but horny of course. This would be just some meaningless show, a performance I had to put on. Dig was an officer of his club, and he had to show his respect and hospitality to his guests, and I had a role to play.

We made our way around the entire compound so he could hang out with the Demon Seeds. He didn’t introduce me to most of them, and they didn’t pay me much mind other than a quick flick of their eyes.

Tonight I was just his piece or his pussy or property or whatever, so we worked it to make the appropriate statement. He constantly kissed me in a raw, possessive way making my mind and all my girly parts unravel in a tailspin. He didn’t stop me when I ran my hands through his hair and over his chest. I slipped them often in his rear pockets and groped his ass as we walked or stood hip to hip while he conversed with other bikers, and I pretended not to pay any attention.

So far so good. I handled it all pretty well. Didn’t I?

All of this “acting” certainly wasn’t much of a hardship or a labor for me. Dig was a very good-looking man. His thick locks of golden brown hair were always in his expressive chocolate eyes, and their golden tone seemed to change along with his many moods. His tight rear and powerful legs filled out his jeans incredibly well, and his chest was very well defined. This I knew because I had really enjoyed smashing my face into it earlier when I broke free of Vig.

As the hours wore on, my admiration for his physical assets skyrocketed into a full-on attraction. Images of Dig at that high school keg party four years ago flitted through my beer-addled brain. He had certainly filled out since then. More muscles, more hard edges. More authority.

Over the course of the night any conviction I had in this being purely a charade or a show crashed around me. My skin became hypersensitive to his every touch, and my body began to crave his fierce attention. My rational self continually reminded me that this was all an act, not to confuse it with anything real. But the intense burn never let up, not for a moment.

Dig backed me up against a wall by the main bonfire and leaned into me. “Hanging in there, Peanut?”

“Yeah,” I breathed. My heavy gaze fell on his twitching lips.

Dig’s fingers unfastened the tie on my Indian print blouse, making my cleavage visible. His head dipped down, and his lips laid a trail from my neck to the top of my breasts. A shudder went through me; my knees wobbled.

Crap, I hoped he couldn’t tell how fast my heart was beating. My innocent status was probably glaringly obvious. I was certain it was a big laugh for a guy like him.

“Grab on to me, Grace,” he whispered into my neck. “Kiss me, and make it good.”

Once given responsibility, I leap into action. Or was I waiting for permission?

I took his face in my hands and swept my tongue between his lips. His one hand kneaded my breast over my thin blouse, and his other was planted against the wall at my head. My hands slid down the dip of the taut muscles of his lower back to his beautiful rear and pulled him into my body.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured against my skin. His hand left my breast and went up my skirt, slid under my panties, over my ass, and pulled me in between his legs where his hardness jammed up against me, right where I needed it most. I gasped. My body surged into his as heat swelled in my center.

Being with him tonight was like having a hallucinogenic drug constantly pumped into my veins.

Absolutely crazy.

Throughout the night Dig’s eyes caught mine as if he were checking in with me, and they were serious, never mocking or scornful. I found it assuring and much too compelling. I would smile at him, determined to prove myself. All night he either had a hold on my hand or an arm around my neck, or one at my waist or on my ass. Whenever we sat I would be in his lap, his hand clamped over my bare thigh. Like right now.

Why the hell did I wear a skirt today?

We moved to lounging on a sofa that had been brought outside. Dig was in the middle of an otherwise perfectly normal conversation with two Demon Seeds about a winter bike run in Florida, but all the while his fingers were under my skirt circling my mound over my now rather damp panties. He asked his pals about campsites and motels while I rapidly turned into jelly and silently whimpered into his neck, tremors of pleasure and need swirling through me.

This sure wasn’t high school where holding your girl’s hand or throwing an arm over her shoulder denoted your claim.

Never having had a steady boyfriend before, just a number of dates and several necking sessions, this evening’s relentless exhibition of possession had startled me. Boner got me another beer (thank heavens), and raised his bottle at us and grinned. Wreck gave me a wink and a lopsided smile, and then went back to the redhead on his lap. Jump came over and talked with Dig for a bit, then softly pinched my cheek before he left us.

Demon Seed Old Ladies socialized with the One-Eyed Jack’s Old Ladies, the upper echelon of the tribal women. An unexpected smile from a One-Eyed Old Lady eased the tension in my chest, but for the most part they ignored me. Of course I got lots of curious stares and a number of hard, icy glares from the “party pussy” throughout the evening. Dig’s blow job babe from earlier was probably one of them. I was positive among them were many past Dig hookups and plenty future hopefuls whose ambitions I had thwarted. They looked like they could chew me up and spit me out in one go. I gulped down more beer.

Most of the women at the party were considered hanger-on females in the social ranks of this little kingdom. They sauntered about as they made their rounds in the hope of some “aaaaaction!” as my sister would say. Who knows how many Dig had already hooked up with since he’d become a member of the One-Eyed Jacks? A countless array, I’m sure. I shoved that brutal thought out of my blurred mind.

One weekend, and you are done. This will be over very soon.

Not soon enough.

I lifted my eyebrows at the outfits most of the women wore. Frankly, I was dazzled by the show: strappy leather bondage type tops, see through sparkly tank tops, string bikinis, ripped skin-tight jeans or tiny shorts that barely covered their asses, thigh high boots, platform high heels, and second skin mini-skirts or mini-dresses that could barely be defined as skirts or dresses, in my opinion. They wanted attention, and they were getting it.

A lot of them had big hair or very long, shiny tresses. A lot of them showed off their bare breasts (both fake and real, yet all impressive), and all of them had crazy manicures and glossy, pouty mouths.

I chewed on my bare lips. I was the schoolgirl who had stumbled in on the naughty masquerade party.

Hours passed in a haze of alcohol and loud laughter. Dig suddenly pulled on my hand and dragged me over to the edge of the property where there was a row of parked cars.

I suppose all of his club obligations were taken care of? Yippee.

People moving about us in the shadows surrounded us. Groans, muffled shouting, grunts, slaps and assorted cries filled the air. My eyes widened at the surreal and freakish aural entertainment. I recognized his black Camaro up ahead.

Oh shit.

Charade over.

“Dig?” My voice wavered in the dark.

He pulled me up onto the hood of his car and into his arms; his warm breath fanned my face. His thumb brushed over my lips. My tongue darted out, and I tasted his salty skin. Suddenly all the pent up sexual tension of the evening exploded between us, and we lunged at one another. We groped, bit and sucked on each other’s flesh.

His tongue traced my breasts over the thin fabric of my cotton bra. My back arched, and my nipples hardened painfully. I almost wished I had worn some sexy, tiny bikini number like the other women I had seen. Fortunately, the bra I was wearing tonight was one of Easy Access Ruby’s front closure numbers. Dig snapped the button open and released my breasts. He squeezed them together and took them in his mouth. A sob escaped my throat, and my eyes fluttered closed. I was never more grateful for a hand-me-down piece of clothing in my life.

The sounds of the Jeep next to us being jostled, flesh slapping against flesh and heavy grunting made us stop for just a bit. We listened to the woman’s shouty moans and a curse-filled running commentary by the two men about how they liked it, and what they wanted her to do. This was another twisted form of stimulation. Who needed clear visuals? That certainly would have been overkill.

“Oh God,” I exhaled as I pressed my half naked body into Dig’s.

He chuckled. “Getting turned on by the show, baby?”

“It’s sort of… inspiring.” I reached for his mouth again.

Dig let out a throaty laugh against my lips and his hand burned on my bare thigh under my skirt. His thumb hooked into the thin elastic band of my panty right between my legs. My heart pounded furiously against my ribs. I flexed my hips, and his fingers sank over my throbbing wetness. My entire body shuddered, and my mouth broke away from his for a moment. He only drew me closer and kissed me harder. I clung to him as his fingers worked me then slid inside me. Sparks flew over my skin.

I suddenly didn’t care that we were out in the open yard in some sort of crazy orgy-esque environment. I didn’t care that we were laying half-naked on top of his car. All I wanted was for my newfound pounding hunger to be satisfied by Dig.

“That’s it, Grace.” Dig groaned into my mouth, and that sound only made me crazier. “Let it go, baby,” he whispered. His thumb stroked my clit.

My entire body snapped and shuddered with force. I came hard for the first time in my life. I had touched myself before, but it was nothing compared to this. This was… I don’t know what this was, but it was fantastic. He caressed my aching breasts with both hands as my orgasm hurtled through me. His tongue tortured my burning nipples.

“You’ve got great tits.” He swallowed another. “Beautiful.”

Oh hell, I was on my way to coming again.

Was that even possible? I needed to ask Ruby.

My legs hooked over Dig’s and my pelvis rocked against his body. I was desperate for friction, desperate for more of him. Beer bottles broke against the cement of the courtyard and a Red Hot Chili Peppers song blared over the speakers. The beat pulsed right through my ragged nerve endings.

“Oh, Dig—”

He unzipped his pants.

That unzipped my brain.

“Wait!” My hands shot out to his shoulders. His dazed, hooded eyes fell on mine.

“I’ve never done this before,” I said.

“What, baby?” he mumbled through short breaths. “Done what?”

“Sex, I’ve never had sex before,” I whispered.

His body went solid. Shit, he was going to push me off the side of his car now and kick me to the curb. After he exploded of course.

“Never?”

“Never.”

“Peanut,” he breathed. His eyes softened over me in the half-light and his hand caressed my bare belly. My bare legs rubbed against his soft denim clad ones to stem the tide of the throbbing deep inside me.

“I want to, though. I want to with you, Dig.” I exhaled the words bravely out into the universe, and silence fell between us. A lock of his hair fell over his smoky eyes, and I bravely slid my fingers through the wavy strands. His chest heaved for air against mine.

Whoops and cheers exploded in the distance by the bonfire. The noisy threesome next to us had finished up, and their laughter echoed over us. The red tips of their lit cigarettes flared in the dark. My stomach rolled as they left one by one. I waited for Dig to say something, anything. Shit, he must think I lied to him, and I’m just some silly tease. Am I?

“I want you too, baby,” he said finally, his voice a husky whisper in the darkness. “But, not like this. Not for your first time. No,” he said. Dig’s thumbs softly stroked the sides of my breasts.

“Oh, but…”

“Shh.” He suckled my breasts again. “You’re all worked up for me now aren’t you?

My breath caught at the illicit tone in his voice.

“I’m gonna take care of that,” he whispered. He laid a trail of kisses down my torso, my belly and then he flipped up my skirt. A grin split his handsome face as he tugged my panties down my legs and over my boots and shoved them in his pocket. The cool air tickled my spasming, wet sex. He pushed my knees open wide and his gaze darted down between my legs. I was exposed.

I felt dirty, wild.

And I felt free.

A muscle in his bare chest flexed as he pulled my knees up. His hands slid under my rear.

I licked my dry lips. “Dig, what are you doing?” My thighs tensed under the tight grip of his fingers. That wicked grin lit up his face once again.

“I’m going to suck on you ‘til you scream, Little Sister.”

The party continued on around us. I did scream Dig’s name. Several times. All for the good of the Club, of course. Oh, the raunchy things he whispered against my skin, full of hot promises, daring me to new heights.

When we finally came up for air, things had quieted down. There was still partying going on, but without its previous intensity. Others were sleeping it off all over the courtyard, and probably more were sprawled all over the main house.