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I couldn’t take the teasing and a moment later I was roughly pulling my panties down, squirming as I wriggled out of them. As I got them down to my knees he began to raise his head away from me. I couldn’t let that happen. With a yank I pulled the biker’s head back down by his thick hair and let out a moan as his firm tongue thrust immediately inside me.

He wriggled it around inside me before letting it slide out and attacking my nub of pleasure. Soon my right thigh was resting on his shoulder as his corresponding fingers, first one, and then two, found their way inside of me.

I groaned and held his head tight against me, giving little thrusts of my hips to match the thrusts of his fingers and teasing of his tongue.

I lost myself in Jase, in the moment, in the pleasure. I don’t know how long it lasted. I remember the first time I came, his tongue rapidly flicking over my clit and fingers thrust deep inside me as I felt my pussy clench and thighs and stomach quiver. And then again
when my clit disappeared between his hot sucking lips and his fingers come-hithered inside me. In a few minutes Jase managed to do what Mark had never done in our months of lackluster dating: give me a thigh quaking orgasm.

I was letting out a
noise somewhere between a squeal, a growl and a prayer when suddenly Jase was gone. His head lifted up from between my legs and I opened my eyes as my hands slipped out from their grip on his hair. The roaring in my ears faded as I slowly returned to my surroundings. My wet pussy suddenly felt cold without the heat of Jase down there, and I self-consciously closed my legs, putting my feet up on the chair and pulling my knees against my chest.

“Well, shit.” Jase sounded pissed off.

What did I do?
I began to panic. But then I heard it. The sound of an engine outside.
Has it been an hour already?

Chapter 4

“Is that,” I tried to remember their names for a moment before giving up, “the guys?” It was too many new names in one day.

“Does that sound like two Harley Dyna Super Glides to you?” His voice sounded irritated. I wilted a little inside.
What’s he mad at me for?
I hugged myself tightly, suddenly feeling chilly as my arousal faded. It was clear that whatever was happening, the fun was over for now.

Jase got on his knees and dragg
ed out a long, rectangular padlocked box. With the aid of his ring of keys he unlocked it and reached inside. I gasped as he pulled out a gun of some kind. I guessed it was a shotgun, though my only previous experience with a gun was standing in line behind a cop at Dunkin’ Donuts. And the cop wasn’t carrying a shotgun.

“Sorry babe.
Sorry for snapping.”

I gave a soft smile. “Uh that’s okay.” Despite the fact I was in a dusty warehouse in the middle of nowhere with a worried looking
, armed biker, I felt relieved.

“Would you believe me if I said that we’re the good guys?” He looked me in the eyes and in that moment, I believed him. This new world I’d entered was so far away from everything I’d ever known, that I didn’t even know what ‘good’ or ‘bad’ meant in this context. But in that moment I truly did trust Jase, and I
knew
he was one of the good guys.

I grabbed his hand for a moment. “I’m sorry, I’m not used to this.”

“Don’t worry. You never get used to it. You get better at it, but you never get used to it. Now, can you fit under there?”
He nodded at the camp bed as he pumped a shell into the shotgun.

I frowned. The floor was kind of d
irty. But what choice did I have? “Could you pass me my, uh…”

Jase gave a tight smile and tossed me my underwear and shorts.
I pulled them on as he gave a final wistful look and a sigh. “Promise we can continue this later?”

“Promise,” I said, giving him a peck on the cheek.
I watched for a moment as he gently opened the sliding window above the desk, giving him a clear view to the entrance down below.

I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled over to the camp bed. Just as I was about to get down on to my stomach I felt a sharp smack on my ass. I grinned.

“Sorry. But goddamn, dat ass…”

It’s nice to feel wanted.
A moment later I dropped flat onto my belly and crawled into the dusty space beneath the camp bed, hidden from view. As I lay there I savored the gentle warmth that blossomed across my ass where his palm had struck.

Watching Jase’s boots from my hidey-hole the full extent of what had happened to me the last couple of hours came crashing down on me.
What the hell have I gotten myself into? I’m not this kind of girl. I should be studying.

I heard the faint sound of the warehouse entrance
sliding open and an unintelligible voice.

“Well, shit.” Jase said softly.

And then, the first shot rang out.

END OF PART ONE

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