Striker: No Prisoners MC Book 1 (21 page)

Lila tossed back her drink like a pro. After she placed the shot glass back on the table she saw four pairs of wide eyes trained on her. “What? Did I spill it or something?” She looked down at her shirt, but didn’t see any liquid.

“Damn girl, you keep surprising us,” said Jester. “I totally expected coughing and watering eyes.”

“I like tequila,” she said with a giggle. She may like it, but she wasn’t used to it, and it went straight to her head if that giggle was any indication.

Jester just smirked at her as though he could see right through her.

“Let’s dance, girl.” Marcie stood and grabbed Lila off Striker’s lap. “We can stay toward the edge, away from too much of the craziness, plus then our men can watch.” With a wink for the table, she whispered that last part in Lila’s ear.

“I love to dance!” she told Marcie, joy evident in her voice. “Before I moved out here I took all kinds of dance classes. Once I even took a pole dancing class.” She’d never told anyone about that. Her passion for dancing was a well-kept secret. Unless it was ballet or ballroom, it was unacceptable in high society.

“No way, girl! I can’t wait to see what you got. Make sure you dance in full view of Striker. He will love that, and you’ll reap the benefits later on.” Marie giggled, obviously feeling the effects of whatever she’d been drinking, and wagged her eyebrows up and down in Lila’s direction.

Lila laughed out loud at Marcie’s outrageous suggestion, and realized she was feeling the warm glow of a buzz as well. They reached the open area used as a dance floor as the music changed to a tune with a pulsing beat that flowed through Lila like the throbbing of her blood. She immediately started to move. Caught up in the tempo, she lifted her arms over her head and swayed her hips in a seductive rhythm. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she lost herself in the music.

“Damn, girl, you got some moves! You need a job?”

A throaty feminine voice broke Lila out of her trance, and, while she didn’t stop dancing, she did look around to see who had spoken to her. Next to Marcie was a woman, probably in her mid-twenties, wearing a painted on black leather skirt that barely covered her ass and what was basically a black leather bra with a black, long-sleeved fishnet top over it. She was tall for a woman with generous breasts and a completely flat stomach. Platinum hair tumbled down her back in long waves making a striking contrast to her black outfit. She was a knockout.

Marcie giggled again as she hugged the woman. When she pulled away, Marcie turned the woman in Lila’s direction. “Lila, this is Jaci, she bartends at Black’s, which is where many of these girls dance. Jaci, this is Dr. Lila Emerson. Don’t think she’s looking for a new job, hon, though I do think she’d draw a crowd.”

The song changed again, and a slower more sultry sound filled the air.

“Oh my bad.” Jaci laughed, and winked a perfectly made up eye at Lila as she inclined her head toward where Striker was sitting. “Looks like you’ll at least be putting on a private show tonight.”

Lila turned, still moving in a slow, sensual manner, designed to entice. Striker rose from his seat and stalked straight toward her. There was no other word for it. He approached her like a panther tracking his prey, hard, powerful muscles shifting under his clothes. His normally ice blue eyes deepened with lust and promise. An obvious erection he didn’t try to hide strained against his zipper. A distant part of Lila’s brain registered shrill whistling and catcalls from Hook and Jester, and she felt her cheeks heat with the slow burn of desire.

Lila didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the fire in his gaze that made her lose her inhibitions, but as Striker drew closer, she slid her hands down her body, and rocked her hips to the music in a way that left no question as to what she wanted from him. When he reached her, his arm shot out. Long fingers slid into the waistband of her jeans and yanked her body to his. Flush against her, his hot, aroused form moved them to the music.

“Where the fuck did you learn to move your gorgeous body like this? Shit babe, you’ve got every man in the room rock hard and panting, and you don’t even know it.”

She gave him a sexy smile. “Can’t tell you all my secrets.”

The song changed, and Striker shifted, positioning one of his legs between hers so that her heated center, which was quickly growing damp, rested against his thigh. One of his callused hands molded around one round globe of her ass while the other slid under her shirt searing the smooth skin of her back with its heat. Their eyes met, and she wound her arms around his neck to play with the hair at the base of his head. The smoldering intensity in his eyes mesmerized her, and their bodies moved as one to the music, rocking and grinding.

The hard expanse of Striker’s jean clad thigh rubbed against Lila’s mound and sent delicious jolts of pleasure through her core. It wasn’t enough. She tilted her pelvis, pressed closer, and ground herself down on his thigh in search of relief. Their mouths met, and his cock twitched where it lay trapped between them at the same time her pussy clenched with need.

They were barely dancing anymore, and about two seconds away from making love on the dance floor. Lila knew somewhere in the back of her mind that she should be mortified by her behavior. She felt self-conscious kissing him in public, and here she was ready to fuck him in front of his club and a bunch of strippers. But she didn’t care enough to stop, she was too far gone, needed him too much.

Lost in her lust, Lila didn’t notice he had maneuvered them to the back corner of the dance floor. He broke their mouths apart and stepped back a fraction, steering her around a corner and into a long dark hallway, which led to the back exit. A dim glow lit the hallway from one light bulb near the exit door. It was bright enough to see the hallway was empty and to see some of Striker’s features, but low enough they could hide in the shadows.

“I need to make you come.” He thumbed open her jeans, separated the fabric enough to get his hand inside, and sank two fingers into her tight channel. “Damn baby, you are so wet for me.”

“Yes,” she hissed with a jerk of her hips as his fingers curled inside her. Pleasure invaded her brain until she could think of nothing but the amazing sensations shooting form her center. “I need you to make me come.”

He chuckled and melded his mouth to hers, trapping her bottom lip between his teeth before his tongue soothed over the slight sting.

Lila wasn’t able to keep still. She shamelessly rode his hand in the hallway where anyone could walk by at any time. She was beyond caring. Maybe she’d regret her actions when her head cleared, but for now she glided on a wave of lust and need so consuming all she could think of was release.

“More, Striker. I need more. Fuck me, please. I need to feel you fill me up, all the way, not just your hand.”

“Jesus, baby, do you have any idea how fuckin’ sexy you are? I’m never gonna get enough of you.” With rushed movements, he unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans down far enough to release his iron hard shaft. His arms slid under her thighs and he lifted her with minimal effort. “Wrap these beautiful legs around me, baby.”

Lila didn’t waste any time locking her ankles around his back, and reaching for his cock, to position him at her entrance. As he rammed into her, Lila’s head fell back against the wall and she cried out. There wasn’t anything in her life that made her feel as good as she did when Striker was inside her. Everything negative faded away, and her world was just…right.

He held still for a moment, which allowed her time to adjust. The burn and stretch of his penetration drew a whimper from her throat, and in a flash, the need for him to move overwhelmed her.

“Please, Striker,” she begged as she tried to move her hips on his cock.

Striker must have sensed what she needed because he pistoned in and out with a frenzied pace.

In mere seconds, Lila flew into ecstasy. Her legs clamped around his body to clutch him as close as possible as she came apart. Her body bucked and shook. Electricity shot from her core, out through her entire being. Striker fused his mouth to hers stifling what would have been an epic scream of completion.

Lila was so caught up in her own intense orgasm she barely registered Striker when he followed her over the edge with a final powerful thrust.

“Holy shit,” she whispered as she floated down from the high. “I have never experienced anything like that in my life. I don’t know what came over me.”

His forehead rested on her shoulder, and his torso kept her anchored to the wall, the only thing preventing her from collapsing on the floor in an exhausted heap. With a chuckle, he reached back and unwound her legs from his waist. “I don’t know either, but I sure as hell liked it. You gonna be able to stand if I set you down?”

“Maybe.”

Striker placed her feet on the floor, and stayed with her until she proved she was steady. “No regrets?”

She thought for a millisecond. Did she regret the most intense sexual experience of her life? No. But she did regret that she didn’t regret it. “No, Striker, no regrets.”

Just when they finished covering themselves, the door at the far end of the hallway opened and Jester strode in. He zeroed right in on them, and his face broke out in a wide grin. “Oh good, you’re done.”

Lila’s eyes bugged out of her head, and her jaw dropped. “You saw us? Oh my God,” she sputtered. She wanted to crawl in a whole and die.

“No worries, Doc. As soon as I realized someone was making use of this lovely hallway, I stepped outside.” He approached them with a smirk on his face that made her suspicious.

Lila attempted to smooth her now tangled hair back in place, and tried to clarify. “So you didn’t see anything?”

“Got an eyeful of Striker’s white ass.”

“Did you like what you saw, motherfucker?” He slugged Jester in the arm and the bigger man winced.

“Ow, brother, that fuckin’ hurt. I was a gentleman and made sure not to look at anything of Lila’s below the face.” He rubbed at his arm.

She breathed out a shaky breath of relief. Sounded like he only saw enough to figure out who was making use of the hallway.

“I do have to say one thing though.”

“What’s that?” Striker asked, his voice laden with warning.

Jester turned to Lila and gave her a wicked grin. “Girl, the look on your face when you come is fuckin’ beautiful.”

With that parting shot he took off down the hallway, and narrowly avoided being grabbed as Striker lunged for him. “Asshole! Want me to gouge those eyes out?”

Oh. My. God. Lila sank against the wall and covered her face with her hands as the reality of what just happened set in. Sex against the wall in the MC clubhouse? She was a doctor, a pillar in her community, and the daughter of a powerful businessman, not a woman who had sex in a public place with a criminal. In the back of her mind she knew she was being unfair to Striker, emphasizing that one aspect of him, but she was starting to panic. She barely recognized herself anymore, and part of her worried she was too far down the rabbit hole to find her way back to who she was supposed to be.

Gumby’s party turned out to be a huge success, and the club seemed to benefit from a night away from the stress of the conflict with the Grimm Brothers. Not that everyone had had a night off. Late in the night, after Lila had fallen into a deep, orgasm-induced sleep, Striker had slipped downstairs to meet with the prospects who’d been staking out the Grimm’s clubhouse that night.

Jackal hadn’t been spotted once since they started the daily watch. Snake, however, was ever present and appeared to be fully in the position of power. That meant any deals or pacts they may have agreed upon with Jackal were null and void. And now that the psychotic serpent was leading the Grimms, chances of a peaceful resolution to their problems were slim.

The club could handle a bloody war if that’s what was required. It wasn’t ideal, but they would survive it, and probably come out on top. Especially if there was any chance the Grimm Brothers were divided over Snake’s rise to power. What Striker couldn’t handle, was a continued threat to Lila.

They’d made love again last night. This time slowly, the frenzied need out of their system. They’d lingered, explored, and worshiped each other for hours, ending in an explosive climax that had shaken him beyond the physical. Striker was in deep with Lila, but her worth was so much greater than his. His biggest fear was that if this continued, his lifestyle would destroy her.

Heavy thoughts weighed on his mind while they rode back to his house. Flying down the highway thorough the open desert on his bike with Lila’s arms tight around him, and her body snug against his back was quickly becoming his favorite activity. The vast desert scenery soaring by as the bustle of town grew distant had always been something he enjoyed, and he found it even better when Lila experienced it with him. Most experiences seemed to be that way.

Unfortunately, his deliberations, caused him to let his guard down, and a glance in the mirror revealed three bikes spanning the width of the road about a quarter mile behind them.

Shit.

They could only be Grimm Brothers, and that meant he and Lila were fucked. Images of Hook’s bloodied face flashed in his mind along with the knowledge of what they could do to Lila. Fuck! He should have had a few of his brothers ride with them. They didn’t stand a chance without backup.

Maybe he could outrun the Grimms. They were just a few miles from his house, and Striker knew this area like the back of his hand. The Grimms weren’t as familiar with it, and there was a small possibility he could lose them. Just as he prepared to gun it, three more bikes pulled out, and formed a barrier across the road ahead of them. They were completely boxed in, six on two, well really one. There was no way Lila could take on any of them.

Striker slowed, leaving as much space as possible between his bike and the motorcycles up ahead. Lila tensed around him as he braked, and he knew she’d spotted their company.

When the bike came to a complete stop, Lila released him, and sat stiff and straight as an arrow behind him. Before he dismounted, Striker discreetly reached around and checked that his nine mil was easily accessible. He didn’t miss Lila’s slight intake of air when she caught site of the weapon.