Running Wild (Hell Ryders MC Book 1) (19 page)

Holding back the need to spill, he reached for her clit and rubbed it roughly. She spasmed. Her hips bucked wildly.

It did him in. He lost control. Groaning, his eyes on hers, hers on him, he came, hard.

Then she cried out his name.

His name.

The sound resonated inside his chest long after his release, the most powerful, mind-blowing release of his life. He’d expected nothing less because he’d been so right about her it fucking hurt.

His chest tightening, a deep ache seared him. Unable to move and unwilling to try, he wanted to stay.

But it was over. He knew he’d lose her, knew he couldn’t prevent it. So, still buried inside, while he caught his breath, he relished the moment as best he could. Endless moments later, he cupped her cheek and rested his forehead against hers. “I was fuckin’ right, baby. You taste and feel like heaven.”

Her eyes, misted with her release, watered.

It cut him deep. He’d either hurt her or she already felt the shame of fucking trash like him. He would’ve apologized, but guilt clogged his throat.

Her arms tightened around him. A tear slipped out of her eye. “That’s the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

It knocked the wind out of him. Letting the feeling sink in, he wiped the tear from her face.

Still, he didn’t want it to end, so he kissed her long and hard. Her tongue darted into his mouth and entwined perfectly with his, like she didn’t want him to leave.

Shit. He was getting hard again, and he still had on the old condom. He had to find the will to pull away and out of her. Wanting to relish it, he slowly pulled out. She tensed and unwrapped her arms and legs from him, then looked away. A sadness took hold of her expression. It pleased him so much the ache in his chest lessened. Then and there, he decided to do what he had never done before, cuddle. If he had just one night with her, he would take that night, and the night wasn’t over.

Smiling, he stood and walked toward her bathroom, removed the condom, and flushed it. He stepped back into her room and found her curled into a ball with her back toward him. Without thought, he climbed into her bed.

She sat up, turning to face him. Her brows drew together. He read the question in her eyes, but he let his actions speak.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her against him until she was sprawled on his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair, then pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Sleep, baby.”

She lifted her head to meet his eyes. “I don’t have much experience…with…um…sex.” Her cheeks flushed. “I know you do, and I’m sure you hear it a lot…but that was…amazing.”

He tugged her up and over him, her face inches from his. He trailed his fingers down her face. “That’s ’cause you’re amazing, Allie.”

“You don’t have to say nice things to get me into bed. You already did.”

“I wouldn’t mind having you in my bed every night.”

He meant it. She let him in, even if for just one night, and it meant he had a taste, and God help him, but he would fight for more because one night wasn’t enough.

She smiled, then rested her head against his chest. In minutes, she fell asleep.

****

Morning dawned, the alarm clock on the side of Allie’s bed blinked eight a.m. Trig hated the night had gone so quickly. He had nodded off twice. He didn’t need much sleep and with her cuddled against him reality was, for once, sweeter than a dream.

But it was Saturday morning. He looked forward to Saturdays and spending the day with his niece all week. Right then, he wanted it to be any other day. He didn’t want to leave Allie.

She slept, soundlessly, breathing deeply. Her head on his shoulder, facing him, her leg tangled with his, and her dark, long hair sprawled against his arm. Even sleeping, without a shred of makeup, she was beautiful.

He hated waking her. Not just because she looked so peaceful and so beautiful, but because after last night he didn’t know how she’d react, how she’d feel about what they’d done, what they’d shared. And if last night was all he had, he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to hold on to that moment as long as he could, wanted to stay there and stare at her. But he couldn’t do that either; he had to get Della.

He pressed his lips against her forehead, kissing her lightly. He’d done it so many times throughout the night he’d lost count. Disentangling himself from her slowly, he shifted until her head rested against the pillow. After dressing, he took a deep breath, and then he did what he could come to regret.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he kissed her lips ever so softly, then whispered, “Baby?” He ran his fingers through her hair.

She mumbled incoherently.

He kissed her again. “Allie, baby?”

Her lids fluttered open briefly, then closed.

He rubbed his fingers across her cheek. “You look beautiful.”

She smiled and pressed her chest against his thigh.

“Gotta get Della. One of the guys will watch you today. Be back later.”

She smiled and whispered softly, “Okay.”

Like she wanted him to come back.

He grinned. He probably looked like an idiot grinning to himself, but he didn’t fucking care. She wanted him back.

Yeah, he was the luckiest trailer trash on earth.

****

Allie buried her face in the pillow, seeking more of the intoxicating scent she’d dreamed about, the scent she usually avoided. In the haze of sleep, she didn’t realize who it belonged to, but as the seconds turned to minutes, it hit her.

She shot up in bed, clutching the blanket against her, her eyes frantically scanning her room.

It hadn’t been a dream. It had been real, and now, he was gone.

In the pit of her stomach, she knew who he was, and she’d been warned. So she knew without searching the rest of her apartment, he was gone. She hated she’d stupidly let herself believe everything he said, hated she thought for even a split second what they’d done meant something to him.

Sitting there on her bed, naked and deliciously satisfied, she held back tears, knowing she deserved the throbbing ache in the middle of her chest.

It wasn’t his fault. She’d done this to herself.

She had to face facts now. Better now than later. She’d initiated it. She’d kissed him, and then, she let him kiss her and touch her and fuck her. To him, that was all it had been, an easy fuck, a one-night stand, no better than the taps he got off on.

Shame didn’t even begin to describe how she felt. She’d never had a one-night stand, never had a sex-buddy. Never had she been so stupid and reckless with her body and her heart.

She was an idiot.

Allie sat there, immobile for moments too long. Then she squared her shoulders, lifted her chin, and got out of bed. Pulling on a robe, she parted her bedroom door and headed into the living room where she spotted Blaze on her couch.

“Hey, Classy.”

She hadn’t expected Blaze. In fact, she’d hoped she wouldn’t see anyone from the club today. She should’ve guessed. Jace would fuck her and leave her, but he’d never leave her without a guard not because he cared, but because of Ty and the club.

She pulled her robe tighter. “H-Hi.”

“Look surprised. Thought you knew the club was watchin’ you.”

“Yeah, sorry…I forgot for a second.”

He scanned her face. Her clue he’d caught on she wasn’t okay. She forced herself to look away. “Do you want coffee, some breakfast?”

He smiled. “Won’t say no to food, especially not anything you make.”

She gave him her best fake smile, then busied herself making pancakes and brewing a pot of coffee.

A knock sounded on her door, her heart skipped a beat. Blaze parted it. Cuss strode through, smiling.

She released a breath. “Hi, Cuss.”

“Miracle, you makin’ me breakfast?”

She smiled. “Actually, I was making Blaze breakfast. He didn’t tell me you were coming.”

Cuss’s face fell. He then shot a glare in Blaze’s direction, who laughed.

“Don’t worry, there’s enough for you.”

Cuss’s gaze met hers. He grinned.

They ate together on her small dining room table, and after, she made calls to Mia, Lynn, and Tiffany, and made plans to get out of her apartment. It reminded her of him, of her mistake.

Chapter Nineteen

Trig called her four times. Four. Fucking. Times. She hadn’t picked up a single one of his calls. Not one.

He didn’t know how late she usually slept, so he’d called her at noon. She hadn’t answered. Around that time, he’d taken Della to the park. He’d glanced at his phone every half hour. Like a fucking wuss waiting for her call.

Two hours later, she hadn’t responded. He called her again. And again, she didn’t answer. He left her a message, simple and to the point, telling her to call him back. Like a pussy-whipped idiot, he checked his phone every fifteen minutes.

Three hours later, she still hadn’t called. He called again, and again, she didn’t answer. He then caved and called Blaze, who told him he had a guard and Cuss volunteered to watch her.

Cuss. Damn fucking Cuss. What was it she’d said? Cuss had a way with women, and she knew because she was a woman.

Jealousy knotting his gut, he swallowed his pride and called Cuss, who informed him Allie and Tiffany were at the mall, shopping.

Shopping and she couldn’t bother to pick up his fucking calls? Giving him the brush-off, the fucking brush-off! He deserved it, too. She had class, and he was trash, but shit, it hurt. Allie wasn’t just any woman. She was beautiful and sweet Allie with her pretty color-changing eyes and fantastic legs. She’d kissed him, and they’d had sex, and now, she’d brushed him off.

He’d been afraid she’d regret what they’d done. After that morning, he thought she wouldn’t, but, damn, he’d been wrong. As clear as day, and still, he didn’t want to believe it.

Three hours later, after eating dinner with Della and dropping her off at home, he’d called Allie again. It rang once, twice, then he lost count, and her voice message came on. He’d already memorized it, and hearing her voice killed him, so he threw his phone across his dashboard and headed to the compound to change and pick up his bike.

At the compound, he changed into a faded black shirt, his cut, and strode to his bike, ignoring his brothers along the way.

Ten minutes later, he arrived at her place. Spotting her car parked, he headed up the stairs and knocked on her door. No answer. No surprise there. He knocked harder. Still, no answer. Pulling out his phone, he dialed Cuss.

Over blaring music, Cuss answered. “Brother.”

“Where the fuck are you?” he barked.

“Was about to call you. Mia, Lynn, Tiff, and Allie are at the bar.”

The bar? He’d kill Cuss. He’d rip his arms from his body. Fucking idiot Cuss allowed Allie to go there. “What the fuck is Allie doin’ there?”

“What’s the big fuckin’ deal, Trig? They’re havin’ some drinks and dancing.”

The big deal—he had Allie last night, and the taste of her was still in his mouth. The big deal—he couldn’t stand the thought of her in a bar with bikers and drunks hitting on her. Even thinking of some ass clown dancing with Allie made him want to rip someone’s head off.

“I’m on my fuckin’ way.
Don’t
tell her I’m coming.”

****

“Allie? Hello, earth to Allie?”

She blinked, then looked at Mia and smiled her best fake smile.

“Something happened, and something big.”

“I—”

“You can’t deny it,” Lynn cut her off. “You’ve been a zombie for the last hour, and barely touched your beer.”

Tiff took a sip of wine. “Actually, she’s been a zombie all day.”

True, and as if last night hadn’t been enough, she had another reason too. Jace called. He’d called four times. Four times she’d hit ignore and felt her heart breaking a little more. She wanted to hear his voice. Hell, she wanted more than that, and it’s why she had no choice but to ignore his calls. What could he possibly say when he’d said enough by leaving? But more than that too, she couldn’t let on how much he hurt her, and she didn’t think she could hold it together.

“I need something stronger tonight, ladies.”

Their eyes widened, but before they asked any questions, she motioned for the waitress and ordered four shots of tequila.

Hoping to take the heat off her, she asked Lynn, “How did you manage to get away from Wild?”

Lynn laughed cheekily, flipping her blonde hair behind her. “He knows Cuss is here, so…” She shrugged.

The waitress returned with their shots and set them in the middle of the high top.

Tiffany raised her shot glass. “Cheers. To more girls’ nights.”

Allie lifted her glass, tipped it against the others, and shot it back, feeling the burn at the back of her throat. It felt good, so she ordered another round. The round came, and together, they shot them back.

Spotting Cuss drawing near, she smiled. “Cuss, you’ve come to join us?”

He finished closing the distance between them and lifted a brow. “Come to tell you guys to slow down on the shots, Miracle.”

Mia glared. “Why should we?”

He sighed. “There’s one of me and four of you. Can’t fuckin’ look out for four of you if you’re all drunk and start disappearing.”

Tiffany chuckled, softly. “Why do you assume we’d disappear?”

“’Cause you women all do. Head to the fuckin’ bathroom for fuckin’ hours doing I don’t know what the fuck.”

Allie threw her head back and laughed, laughed loud. Cuss was all badass biker, and yet he could be so dense it was adorable. “I’ll let you in on a secret,” she told Cuss. “We spent so much time in the bathroom because we’re talking about you.”

His eyes widened. “No shit?”

The shots had their desired effect, she smiled a genuine smile. “Yep.”

“Oh, look to your left.” Lynn tapped her arm. “Not right now, in a little. There’s a man with blond hair who’s been looking at you for like ten minutes.”

She didn’t want to look, knowing she wouldn’t be interested in him even if he was Brad Pitt.

“Yeah, I noticed him looking at you like five minutes ago,” Mia added.

She ignored them, searching for a way to distract them.

“Oh, he’s coming this way.” Lynn’s eyes widened.