One More Ride (Night Riders Motorcycle Club Book 3) (3 page)

Her hand moved to his hard cock, and she parted her thighs, giving her body to him. Blake’s cock grazed against her moist mound, and he met her eyes as her flesh started to encase his.

“Lie back,” he ordered, his eyes flashing.

Lauren bit her tongue and offered no protest. Collapsing into the sand, her mouth watered at the sight of Blake’s lithe form hovering over her, the moonlight blaring over his shoulder. His cock held her in suspense, and she started to turn around him when he snapped his fingers.

“Wait,” he hissed.

Trapped around his cock, Lauren pushed her palms into the sand and fought to honor his request. If she was good, if she waited until he made the next move, the reward would be sweet. But still she shuddered underneath him, around him.

“Lauren…”

He fell forward ever so slightly and touched his finger to her cheek. Shivering at the feel of his hand on her face, Lauren’s eyes fluttered shut, and she tried to savor his hand even as she wanted so much more. Daring to turn her head closer to hand, she heard the air passing between his teeth as he lightly tapped her cheek.

“Not until I say so,” he cautioned.

Looking into his eyes again, she swallowed hard. This was how he wanted her; it was how she wanted him.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “But please. Please don’t make me wait too long.”

“Thought you said you weren’t going anywhere?”

Lauren’s mind spun as she tried to keep pace with the thoughts racing behind his eyes.
Go. Don’t stay. Tell me I’m the only one. Weren’t there others?

Tripping close to what felt like a kind of madness, Lauren forgot his needs and pushed forward. “I won’t!” she gasped. “I can’t.”

Stretching towards him, Lauren sighed at the feel of him falling closer to his cock. Fearing that he would push away from her and leave her to crawl her way back to camp through the sand and the dust, Blake surprised her with his arm around her waist as he pulled her to his chest and granted her some rest against his skin.

“Show me,” he said. “Show me why I should risk this.”

Perched on his cock, Lauren started to kiss his arms again when he released her from his hold. Reaching into the air, Lauren knew that she had no chance of holding his arms, his hands. Pressing her hands to her face, she groaned into her palms and started to sink into despair.

But she still had his cock inside her.

“I’ll show you,” she whispered.
I’ll
make
you believe me.

Stretching her arms back, Lauren touched his limbs and forced all of her focus on the pulse of his cock buried in her cunt. Moving her hips around his, she nearly groaned in despair when he stayed still all around her.

Give me more. Give me something…

Blake pushed his fingers to the small of her back. Sighing at more of his touch, Lauren met his eyes. Seeing the smile in his stare, Lauren felt sure that she could keep him close, make him believe her, and she started to twist around him. Her cunt spread wider, and Lauren started to rock against him as she stretched her arms over her head. Pushing into him, she felt his body lifting toward hers, but kept her fingers locked behind her hair. Her mind, her body narrowed to the length of his cock, and her pussy surrounded more of him. Blinking back tears, sweat dripping from her brow, Lauren rode his body to a place where her arms trembled as she longed to touch him.

“Do you believe me now?” Lauren moaned as she crashed her cunt into his cock. His body arched as he finally drew nearer to her, and she cried as his arms surrounded her waist and clasped her close to his chest. Sighing into his shoulders, Lauren shuddered at the feel of his lips dotting her skin, and when their eyes met again, he stared at her hard and brought his hand to her face.

“Almost,” he said. “But let’s see if you can make me sure.”

Moving to ride him again, Lauren was stunned when he forced her body back to the sand. Locking her wrists in place, Blake took command of her pussy. His cock sank deeper, and she started to twirl her legs around his when he suddenly pulled back.

“Don’t!” she pleaded. “How can I show you—?”

“You can scream for me now.”

Driving all of his cock inside of her, Lauren’s body buckled, and her flesh grew wider to take him in. He exploded inside her, and she gave him what she wanted, her voice racing across the desert sands in a grateful cry as Blake smiled above her, tensing around his cock. He waited until the scream left her lips, and then he finally fell on top of her.

“Fucking god…”

Sighing into her hair, Blake panted into her ear and kissed her cheeks. Quivering underneath him, Lauren waited without moving, whimpering at the feel of his cock softening inside her. But he stayed with her as his fingers finally met her face.

“I believe that,” he whispered as his lips touched hers, and Lauren took him in her arms as she cuddled closer to his chest. His hands ran down her back, and she kissed his cheeks. Dragging her lips to his, she paused before him and shot him a smile.

“Just keep doing that,” she said. “We’re going to get through this. We’ll come out the other side.”

“Let’s just stay here for now.”

Nodding into his neck, Lauren settled her body against his and relaxed in his embrace. They would be okay. Maybe all of the past could stay just that. Thinking of having to ride again at first light, Lauren trembled in near excitement at the prospect. This time she would keep close to him, never look back. Finding his eyes again, Lauren touched his cheek and softly kissed his lips again.

“Okay with me,” she purred. “For as long as you want.”

He held her tighter, his lips on her neck as his hands moved down her legs. Winding her limbs around his, she pushed her fingers under his chin and lingered in his eyes.

“You want forever?” she asked.

“Can you promise me that?”

Lauren started to speak when the roar of bikes and a hail of gunfire pushed them apart.

“What the fuck?” Blake asked as he walked deeper into the night, still as naked as the day he was born. Lauren hurried to her feet and grabbed his back, following the path of his eyes as his gaze shifted back to the Night Riders’ sudden camp.

“Shit!” he hissed. “We got to get back.”

Blake dressed quickly, but Lauren stood like a statue as his firm flesh left her line of sight. Seeming to forget her, he started towards his bike when he suddenly turned back, his gaze piercing hers.

“You coming?” he asked.

“I…”

“Because you can stay here,” he said as he charged forward and grabbed her arms. “Stay hidden. Stay safe.”

“Is that what you want?” she asked, her face falling.

“I don’t want—”

Another hail of bullets cracked in the air, and Lauren curled closer to him. Blake folded his arms around her bare body, and Lauren pondered the idea of taking him up on his offer. Should she just stay her and wait, hope that he would come back? But how would she survive if this was the last time that they ever touched? And what about the others that might be left behind?

“Hold on,” she said.

Pulling her body into her blouse, her skirt, Lauren took his hand. Squeezing it hard, Lauren kissed his lips and nodded forward.

“I’m with you,” Lauren promised. “Always.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Clutching Blake’s back, Lauren breathed in the scent of his sweat dripping off his neck as he raced back to their temporary home. The sound of more gunshots rang through the air, and Lauren nearly lifted her lips to his ears and told him that they should slow up and at least see what was up before he made his move. She stopped when she caught the light in his eye and the sneer curling across his lips. There was no way that he was turning back. And if she was going to stay with him, she had to stay along for the ride.

Nearing the camp, Blake suddenly slowed up. Kicking his chopper to a stop, he lifted Lauren into his eyes and held her close to his side as he drew his gun.

“Stay close,” he whispered. “Where I can see you.”

“I won’t go anywhere else,” Lauren said as she held his arms.

As they stepped across the shadows cast by the peaks of the mountains, Lauren’s eyes went wide at the sight of Wayne and his minions dragging the Night Riders from their makeshift hiding place. Boots met shins and sides, and guns pointed at every head as Wayne clapped his hands together and raised his voice.

“Blood on someone’s hands!”  He bellowed. “Always heard this one had a trigger finger.”

Lauren gasped against Blake’s back at the sight of Callie’s body pushed into the sand. Her shotgun was nowhere to be seen, but she didn’t hide her face in her hands and stared up at Wayne as she spit into his eye.

“Then take me out if you’re so fucking sure,” she said. “Put me down.”

Wayne’s gun was at her head when Paul wriggled away from the men trying to hold him back. Seizing the barrel of the gun in his hands, he pressed it over his head, and Lauren shuddered as a fresh shot hit the hair. Blake was already on the move, Lauren unable to hold him back, when Blake fired his gun at Wayne’s legs and pointed his gun at every Demon Dog waiting to lay waste to his crew.

“Look who’s here!” Wayne sneered. “Where you been off to, boy?”

Lauren felt Wayne’s eyes on her body barely hidden in the shadows, and she started back to Blake’s side when he waved her off, silently keeping her feet fixed to the place where she now stood. His wish. Not Wayne’s.

But the Demon Dog emitted a cold laugh under his mustache.

“I could tell him stories about you,” Wayne smirked.

“Shut your fucking mouth!”

Blake looked ready to kill when every gun pointed at his head. Lauren screamed into her hands when Wayne aimed his piece over her shoulder and promised a gun between her eyes if she did so much as blink.

“You want me to waste her right here, right now?” Wayne asked. “No skin off my nose, boy.”

Blake seethed and seemed ready to shoot when he shot Lauren a quick glance. His eyes seemed to soften when he met her stare, and Blake curled his tongue against his cheek before tossing his gun to the ground and throwing his hands into the air.

“Leave her out of it,” Blake hissed. “This is between us.”

Wayne smirked at Lauren before turning his attention back to Paul’s crumpled form struggling for breath at Callie’s side.

“Fair enough,” Wayne started. “From what I hear, runaway pussy ain’t no murderer.”

Lauren nodded at that, but she still held back as Wayne grabbed Paul by the scruff of his neck and pressed his gun to the man’s temple.

“But one of you fuckers is,” Wayne continued. “So where do I lodge the bullet?”

“Me,” Callie said without missing a beat. “I… shit!”

Wayne crushed his knee into her side, and Callie crumpled. Down but not out, the redhead tried to stretch to her knees again when Wayne slapped his hand across the face and wrapped his arm around Paul’s neck as he forced him to his feet.

“Didn’t look like a shotgun,” Wayne said. “Looked like a lucky shot if ever there was one.”

He smirked at Blake and curled his finger around his trigger.

“You get lucky?” Wayne asked Blake. “You take them out?”

Blake stared to confess, and Lauren stepped across the sand, her feet feeling as if they were running through mud when a new voice hit the air.

“It was me!”

All eyes turned to Grace as she scampered through the shadows and fell to Paul’s feet. Groaning as he tried to hold her, Paul nearly had her under her arms when Wayne pushed him back, seemingly ready to shoot.

“Your slit speaking truth?” Wayne asked. “Should we just take her sweet ass now and turn her out to make up the difference?”

Paul appeared to fume under his collar and tried to wrestle the gun away from his hands. A bullet nearly hit his leg when Grace screamed and Callie dragged her hand across her face. Lauren’s eyes darted in every direction as Blake tucked, rolled, and picked his gun back up in his hands. Stretching to his full height, Blake managed to push the barrel of his gun close to Wayne’s chest as every Demon Dog looked ready to kill. Lauren shuddered until Wayne waved his men off. “Not the big payoff,” Wayne warned. “We just needed to see them cutting and running.”

He let Paul’s body fall to the ground and kicked him aside as he stood toe-to-toe with Blake.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Blake challenged. “You here to finish the job or not?”

Before he could answer, Lauren rushed to him and held his arm, her lips pressed against his ear. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“I told you to stay—”

“How about you tell him the truth, baby?” Wayne asked.

Not knowing what he wanted to hear, what she should say next, Lauren curled against Blake’s back. Blinking, she saw Callie with Grace at her side. Paul was struggling to breathe as Callie worked with Grace to bring him out of the line of fire.

“Take him,” Callie said before she rolled to one of so many sudden hiding places and retrieved her shotgun. “Try that again.” She pumped the action. “You should know that I don’t make a habit of missing.”

“Not why we’re here, boys,” Wayne said, recognizing that his advantage was lost. “Clear out.”

Wayne managed only a single step when he laughed. The forward push of his fingers caused Lauren to cringe, but Wayne tapped Blake’s tense cheek as his smirk grew wider.

“Bills are better than blood,” Wayne  started. “Word is your little bitch’s people are putting up good money to see her back in one piece.”

Lauren shouldn’t have expected anything less, and Wayne backed away with a cold threat.

“So you boys run,” Wayne continued. “Slit’s family we’ll pay a primo reward for our intel.”

Her mind raced around his words?
Reward?
Her mother must have put up a fight and a half to get her father to put up any of his good money. Carter Nichols was probably all too ready to chalk her up to a lost cause and move on with what was left of his life. But courtesy of Quinn, there was a price on her head, and she started to whisper to Blake that they could still get past this, run further west and regroup when Wayne mounted his bike and let loose a shrill whistle.

“How you gonna compete with her fiancé, stud?” Wayne asked. “He has the bucks to keep her muff in check. Gonna be a cold day in hell before she stays with you in the sand.”

The Demon Dogs rode off, and as soon as their bikes hit the horizon, Lauren turned around Blake and tried to take her face in hands.

“Are you alright?” she asked. “Are you—?”

Gasping as he slapped her hands away, Blake’s sorrow seemed to radiate off of him in dark waves.

“Fiancé?”

Lauren tried to speak fast.

“It’s… it’s not what you think,” she started. “It’s not even really.”

“So you are just a tease,” he said. “And there was someone else.”

Fuck!

Lauren should have come clean from the start and laid all her secrets at her feet. Never in a million years would she have thought that Drew would somehow, maybe without her knowing, creep between them. And given time, she would have come clean.

But it suddenly felt as if time had run out.