Night After Night (Night Riders Motorcycle Club Book 1) (6 page)

CHAPTER NINE

They arrived.

Camp, home, whatever they wanted to call it, was little more than a series of shacks and tents concealed by tall craggy mountains. Lauren had no idea how far she had travelled from her breakdown to this point, but the way back seemed too long to even consider at such a late hour, and as Blake pulled her body from his bike, she felt exhaustion creeping though her veins.

“What’s that about?” Blake asked.

Without wanting to, her head fell to his shoulder, and his arms surrounded her shoulders as he started to lead her away from the rest of the group. Like her, Grace seemed numb as Paul managed to lift her into his arms, and he carried her towards a shack far larger than the others. Despite his gray hair and the deceptive lines crisscrossing his face, Lauren feared for the girl that had nearly been dragged to her death, and she struggled against Blake as he hauled her off in the opposite direction.

“You’re coming with me now,” he said. “No more fucking distractions.”

Lauren could almost do with another if it meant a chance of getting away from whatever awaited her in his shack, but Eric didn’t pop up. Grace didn’t scream. And she was led into Blake’s shack with only the slightest struggle.

The room contained nothing but a full-sized bed, a battered desk and chair, and a few piles of unlaundered clothes. Surveying the scene, Lauren smirked as she glanced over her shoulder.

“Couldn’t even clean up a little for me?” she asked.

“Didn’t exactly know you were coming,” Blake said. “So there’s that.”

Stretching to her full height in her whore’s costume, Lauren found the strength to press her hands to her leather-clad hips, her eyes blazing as she drank in the sight of him removing his jacket. “That’s a lot of ink,” she murmured as her eyes focused on his arms.

“What’s it to you?” he asked as he tossed his leather jacket to the floor.

“Nothing,” I said. “But I bet there are a lot of stories behind each tat.”

Pulling off his shirt, Blake turned to a small fridge and cracked open a beer. But the sound seemed to fade into the distance as she saw the scars crossing his back. Unable to suppress a gasp, she watched with wild eyes as he faced her again.

“You want to hear the stories behind these?” he asked.

“I… no…”

Lauren fell back to the bed, and in a split second, Blake was before her, on top of her, and he gripped her arms as he peered into her watering eyes.

“Let me fill you in, sweetheart,” he said. “I’ve got blood on my hands and the scars to prove it. So don’t think that you can scare me.”

As she trembled, that seemed almost impossible, and Lauren was still as he stroked her face. “But I think I do,” Lauren whispered.

Blake pulled back, his hand still on her face, and he laughed as he shook his head. “Why? Because you tried to help the other one?” he asked. “Paul had her back.”

“What’s he doing to her now?” Lauren asked.

Blake stood slowly, and she winced when he undid his belt. His jeans fell to the floor with a light thud, and as he kicked off his boots, he pulled a battered chair from its lonely corner and sat slowly, his pulsing cock throbbing between his fingers.

“He’ll take care of her,” Blake said. “You want me to do that, too?”

Starting to her feet, Lauren focused on the door and thought about trying to make another break for it.

“That’s not happening.” Blake seemed to read her mind, and his hold tightened around her wrist as he pulled her close.

She couldn’t help but gaze down at the firm length of his cock. What would that feel like if he pushed it inside her? Probably more than Drew could ever imagine, and she started to sink to her knees when Blake snapped his fingers and kept her at attention.

“Strip,” he ordered. He pushed her away, and Lauren suddenly felt a strange attachment to her whore’s costume.

“But you wanted me to wear---”

“And now I want you in nothing,” Blake said.

Lauren started to pull the red top over her head, but when she hesitated with falling hands, Blake stood and grabbed her arms.

“You’re still bought and paid for,” he said. “And I need you to follow my orders.”

She felt his hand pulling at her shirt, but before her bare breasts hit the dim light, Lauren seized his wrist, and she stared into his eyes. “Like you can make me,” Lauren said.

“I can make you do anything that I need you to do.”

Blake’s breath hit her mouth, and Lauren nearly swooned when he brought his kiss to her lips. The feel of his mouth on hers was softer than she would have imagined, and she started to sink into the sensation when she saw his eyes, so sure that she was beaten. But he didn’t…

“No!”

Lauren dared to push him away, and she watched him totter and hold his ground as looked up into her eyes.

“No way you can make me do anything without my consent.”

“Seriously?” he asked.

“Deadly.”

Blake paused before taking her hair in his hand. She cried out, but his tug lasted for only a moment before he flung her from the bed to her knees. Looking up from the floor, she recovered her strength and smoothed her hands through her hair.

“Strip,” he said.

“I already told you–”

“Equal playing field,” Blake said. “And then… then we’ll see”

“Okay. Fine!”

Standing tall, Lauren removed her red top, and she peeled the leather slacks from her trembling thighs, the heeled boots going right along with them.

“That’s better,” Blake whispered.

Naked under his eyes, she told herself that she could hold this stance without a second thought. Nakedness was nothing. She’d seen Drew bare more than enough times to know that flesh was just that. That it was just…

“What… what are you doing?”

Blake fell silent, and Lauren did not flinch as his hand curled around her thigh.

Nothing. Just a touch. I can move past it. I…

A small sigh passed through her lips as Blake made his next move. Slipping his hand between her legs, he fingered her cunt, and he probed her soft folds, his finger threatening, promising to push inside her. But every time she was ready to encase him with the power of her pussy, Blake pulled away and simply grazed her sensitive flesh, his eyes fixed on her face until she looked at him again.

“Fuck consent,” he said. “I know you need this.”

She didn’t want to; she should be stronger. But when Blake ran his finger from the walls of her cunt to the quivering crack of her ass, Lauren moaned around him. “It’s… it’s not fair,” Lauren whispered.

“Why not?” Blake asked. “Neither one of us have anything to hide.”

That much was true, and she felt as if she was drugged as she slipped closer to his broad chest, her lips pursed and ready to taste his flesh. Blake permitted her to explore his frame with her lips, her hands, but when she tried to bring his face closer to hers, he seized her wrists and pushed her back to the bed.

“What are you–?”

“What I want to do.”

Blake laid her out slowly, and he lifted her arms over her head. Twirling her fingers together, Lauren expected rope to rival Grace’s, but Blake did not tie her down. He simply pressed one finger to her parched lips, and he breathed into her shoulder. “I’m going to make you forget where you came from,” he started. “I’m going to make you wish that you’d been with me forever.”

Thoughts of Drew poked through her brain, and Lauren stretched up, wriggling under his hold. “I don’t think so,” she said. “I–”

“I do. I know.” Pushing her back to the bed, Blake gripped her hands tight, and he pushed his knees into her thighs as he hovered above her. “I know that there’s no chance of you leaving this place,” he continued. “And I know that you don’t want to–”

“Don’t I?” Lauren asked.

He hesitated, and his fingers ran down her arms until he touched her middle, his palm relaxing into the rise and fall of her breath.

“I think you want me to take you,” Blake said. “I… I know that you want…”

Struggling to sit up, Lauren felt him moving with her, and when she was able to see his eyes clearly, she dared to touch his face and bring his gaze closer to hers. “You really think so?” Lauren asked.

Blake’s sudden stare was more of a challenge than any words could ever be, and yet she leaned forward to kiss his lips when he flipped Lauren to my back and captured her wrists in his hands.

“What are you doing?” Lauren asked, begged.

“Getting my money’s worth,” he said. “Stop talking.”

Blake did not gag her, but Lauren fell silent as he pushed her into the bed and brought his lips to her ear. “I want you to wait,” he started. “You won’t scream, and you won’t cry. Understand?”

Lauren nodded into the sheets, and her body trembled as she felt his hard ass pressing into her ankle. She could still kick him. Maybe even run, but then he ran his fingers down her back, and she moaned against his touch.

“That’s a good girl,” Blake said.

Trailing kisses down he limbs, Lauren’s body buzzed with each smack of his lips, and when his tongue grazed her cunt, she sighed through her skin and clutched the pillows.

“Don’t…”

“Like you don’t want it.” She had no strength with which to answer. Lauren knew nothing but the wet warmth that bathed her walls and promised to move deeper. When she felt the tip of his tongue stretching closer to the pit of her stomach, Lauren turned on her side, and Blake wrapped one arm around her neck.

“I… I do,” she confessed. “I want---“

“That’s better.”

Lauren didn’t have a chance to breathe as Blake pulled her off the bed and pressed her to her knees. “What–?”

“Tell me your name,” Blake ordered.

Lauren sighed quietly, but Blake relinquished none of his hold as he stared into her wide eyes. “What… what are you going to do with–?”

“Your name!”

She quivered around his hands, but she lost her strength under her hands. “Lauren,” she offered

Blake turned her head around in his hands, and he finally held her fast again. “Nice,” he said. “I’ll do everything to you.”

For the first time since the flat tire, she wasn’t afraid of what that might mean, and she started to hold him when he pushed her head close to his cock.

“What–?”

“Give me what I want, and I’ll do the same.”

Blake’s cock pulsed on the verge of her lips. She could escape now with one sharp bite, and her teeth tensed around him and the possibility. But he said that he could show her pleasures told untold. And Lauren wanted to know the truth behind his words. If the only way to reach that point was to suck him…

His cock was hard and pulsing before her lips, and Lauren strained forward to take him into her mouth.

“Lauren…”

Tuning out the sound of his voice, she surrounded his cock with every inch of her lips, and she started to pull back. Then she moved deeper, and she suckled his cock, and he sighed at the feel of him swirling across her tongue. Deep throating was something that she had never done with Drew, but even if he hadn’t taken her against her will, Drew had never made her feel like this.