by Sam Crescent
Wrapping her arms around Forge, she felt the wind all around them. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling, but then she opened them to watch the passing view. There were no chains around her. Even though she had no choice but to hold on to Forge, it was still better than driving in a car. The city was all the same. People covering the paths, crossing roads, monstrous buildings filling up all the available space. It was all created by man. No beauty unless you counted the planted trees that were always kept in neat order.
She hated the city.
What she saw now was life. Country life was worth living for. Nothing else ever was.
Forge rode the bike, keeping on the roads, bending when needed. Not once did she fear for her life, and she couldn’t stop smiling.
This was what it meant to be free.
Forge slowed the bike down, coming to a stop at a diner. There were only a couple of cars parked in the dusty parking lot, and the diner itself looked like it was in serious need of repair.
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes.” She hadn’t realized how much until he asked.
“What do you want?” He patted her leg.
“What?”
“First, I need you to get off the bike,” he said.
“Oh, of course.” She slid off the bike and didn’t expect the jelly-like feel of her legs, and she stumbled.
He let out a little laugh, capturing her before she hit the ground. Her father would have let her fall. Men would have laughed. Forge held her close. “Sorry, I should have warned you.”
“It’s fine.” She liked his arm wrapped around her. He had a way of making her feel protected, connected to him.
It was unlike anything else she’d ever experienced in her life.
She knew she held a lot of issues when it came to love and affection. For so long, she’d gone without. She was the outcast, the bastard child nobody wanted. Any kind of affection was like a drug to her. All she ever wanted was love, and well, her father saw her as nothing more than a pawn to be used. He didn’t care about her at all. He’d never loved her, and most of the time, she was okay with that, at least she tried to tell herself repeatedly she was okay with that.
“I’m going to have to teach you how to ride a bike,” he said.
“You mean by myself?”
“You’re a strange woman. Yes, to ride a bike and by yourself. I can’t wait to see you all in leather.” Forge frowned. “What did your father let you do exactly?”
“Nothing. I wasn’t allowed to do anything, until recently. He, erm…” She felt her cheeks start to heat at the memory of the women who’d come to visit her. “He had some women teach me how to have sex. I’m still a virgin, but they had to show me what a man likes.”
“How?” Forge asked.
“I had to watch dirty movies so I would know what was expected of me. My dad said he’d have gotten me proper training as a slut if my virginity didn’t carry such a high price.” She didn’t want to think about what he had planned for her if Forge ever gave her back.
Forge took her hand. “Your dad isn’t sounding good in my books right now. Come on. I’m hungry.” He led the way into the diner, putting their dialogue to rest.
The place was small, quiet, and she liked it the moment she stepped foot inside. The smell of grease, batter, and bacon filled the air, tempting her. Her mouth watered for whatever they had on offer. She wasn’t picky.
Forge found them a booth. The fabric was faded and torn. It looked like cats had even scratched them at some point, but she didn’t care.
It was so far from what she was used to, growing up with her father and his bubble of false perfection, and she loved the diner’s unique charm. Smiling, she waited to see what Forge would order.
A waitress came to take their order and she listened to Forge order. His voice was deep and gravely, and she swore she could feel the sound all the way to her core. Her excitement started to disappear when she realized he’d only ordered one meal. Was she supposed to watch him and starve herself? This had been too good to be true.
It wouldn’t be the first time—her father had tried to starve her. The curves she’d possessed for as long as she could remember had disgusted her father. She’d been on many diets, but the curves were part of who she was. Some of the kitchen staff would take pity on her and leave her food, but if they ever got caught, their lives wouldn’t have been worth living.
“Well?” Forge asked, bringing her attention back to him.
“What?”
“What do you want to eat?” he asked.
“You want to know what I want to eat?”
He smiled and looked toward the waitress. “Give us a minute, would you?”
Had she done something wrong? She’d been a good girl. It was what she was used to, being the good girl.
“Are you hungry or not?” he asked.
“I’m starving.”
“Then pick something, dammit.” He pointed to the menu.
“I can pick my own food?”
Forge took a deep breath and she winced.
“I don’t mean to piss you off.”
“Your dad again, right? He didn’t allow you to pick your own food or some shit?”
“He, erm, he controlled everything. I wasn’t allowed anything unless he said so.” She looked down at her hands, feeling a wave of shame wash over her. She hadn’t stayed willingly with her father. Many times, she’d tried to get away but it was impossible to leave a monster determined to keep up appearances.
“You’re not with him anymore. Pick up the menu, order something you want to eat, and don’t be worried about what I think, either. Food is food. Fucking enjoy it. I’m not like guys who enjoy watching their women eat a salad. You want a burger, have one, or whatever it is you want.”
“You really mean that?”
“Babe, you’re going to realize when I speak, I say exactly what I mean, because I don’t believe in lying or bullshitting. Now are you going to pick something to eat or watch me? I don’t share my food.”
She smiled and picked up the menu. “What’s good here?”
“Probably nothing. It’s all probably horrible as fuck, but it’s food and it’ll fill a gap. You learn not to be picky. Trust me.”
Beth had no intention of being picky. Staring at the variety of food, she wondered how she was going to pick. There was so much, and she was hungry.
****
Forge had never taken the time to watch a woman eat.
Food was food.
He’d never understood why men and women used it to enhance their sex life. There was no way anyone was drizzling honey over his fucking chest. He didn’t do sticky shit like that. Sex was hard, it was a cock in a pussy, mouth, or ass. It could be dirty without food.
Watching Beth was a whole new experience. Not only did she look full of life just by ordering herself a huge bucket of nacho fries, but when she put the first one in her mouth, she looked like she was having an orgasm.
He didn’t know if he should be jealous of a piece of food.
After she finished her nacho, fully loaded plate of fries, she went for a slice of chocolate cheesecake, and his dick couldn’t take anymore.
He paid for their food and took her around the back of the diner, slamming her up against the side of the building. He sank his fingers in her hair, kissing her hard.
Pulling away, he stared into her eyes. “Touch me.”
“How?”
He took her hands and placed them around his neck. “Like this. You can even touch my head if you want.”
“I’m sorry. I’m not used to being able to touch,” she said.
“What about kissing?”
“There’s a lot I haven’t been allowed,” she said. “I’m not allowed to touch, kiss, or be near anyone. The nannies I had always had to keep their distance. I was to sit at a desk, learn, and then go to my room.”
“You’ve been denied everything,” he said.
“I don’t know if I’m goin
g to annoy you. Like with the food, I wasn’t allowed to order my own food. It has always been ordered for me. I’m not allowed to have a voice, Forge. I’m to be quiet and have no say in what happens in my life. My dad always said I didn’t know what I wanted and could never be trusted.” Her teeth sank into her lip.
“Do you enjoy being your father’s pet?” he asked.
“No. I wanted to get away so many times, but he knew. There were guards and they’d drag me back. I’ve tried to escape so many times. I hate him. I hate him so much.” She wrapped her arms around him and Forge, he held her close.
Fuck.
She was supposed to only be a toy for him. A woman to carry his baby. But within a matter of hours, Beth had already gotten under his skin and now he couldn’t fucking think without his thoughts being dominated by this woman.
Taking her lips once again, he pressed his dick against her stomach, and he wanted inside her. He wouldn’t do it around the back of the diner for their first time. There was a lot of shit he had to do, and riding out with Beth wasn’t one of them.
He’d already gotten Hound to cancel his appointment with one of his intel guys. He wanted to get some more information on Beth’s father. Mr. Peterson had a couple of deals in high places, one of them being with the cartels bringing drugs into the city. Forge didn’t like anyone going over his head, and he’d been having a few issues when it came to the cartel and turf wars with other clubs.
He had his informants always willing to find him the information he needed and that was where he should have been heading, but taking Beth anywhere near the lion’s den right now didn’t appeal to him. He didn’t know if he could trust her. With how her father had always treated her though, he had to wonder if it was all an act.
Peterson was an asshole, greedy and manipulative, but he was always in it for himself, which never failed to make him an easy target. Had the bastard always been priming Beth to take the fall for his bad deeds and debts?
No one else was getting to Beth. She now belonged to him and there was no way he’d be letting her go. And although he wouldn’t fuck her around the back of a diner, he could play.
Kissing down her neck, he flicked his tongue over her pulse before biting down and hearing her feminine cry, but it wasn’t filled with pain. No, when it came to Beth, he only ever wanted her to feel pleasure and he couldn’t wait for her to be writhing on his cock, begging him for it.
He put his hand on her stomach and began to glide down toward her pussy, cupping her through her jeans. If he hadn’t been riding his bike, he’d have demanded she only wore a skirt, but it would just have to do for now. After flicking the button open, he slid his hand inside, finding her panties.
Again, he was going to stop her from wearing them as he wanted nothing between them, especially when he got his hands on her. When he pushed past her panties, he found her wet, not too much, but he didn’t mind her not being too wet. He’d have a whole lot of fun getting her soaked.
Teasing over her clit, he took possession of her mouth once again, and when she gasped, he plundered in deep.
“I’m not going to fuck you here, baby. I’m going to save that for my bed, but I want to see you come.” He used a second finger to stroke over her clit and as he did, she opened her thighs a little wider. The tightness of the jeans got in his way and he was too desperate to wait to taste her.
Removing his fingers from her cunt, he grabbed her jeans and pushed them down hard to her ankles. It was a wriggle but he was able to remove one of her booted feet out of the jeans and lifted it over his shoulder as he crouched low.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her nerves palpable.
“You’re going to trust me because I’m going to make you feel so damn good.” Staring up at her pussy, he saw she had a fine dusting of pubic hair. When they got back to the clubhouse, he was going to have her completely bare when he did this next.
He opened the lips of her sex and saw how wet she was but it wasn’t enough, not for what he wanted. Taking her clit into his mouth, he sucked on it and her surprised scream was sweet music. She would need to get used to this. No man had ever been inside her and he had no problem licking and sucking her pussy. He intended to spend a great deal of time between her thighs, and not just to fill her up with his cum.
He flicked his tongue across the swollen nub, circling it before sucking it back into his mouth. Glancing up her body, he saw her eyes closed. Her hands clenched near her thighs.
“Look at me, Beth,” he said.
She opened those pretty eyes and he smiled at her.
“You’re going to watch me do this to you, and you’re going to enjoy it.”
“What if I don’t?” she asked.
He used his teeth to create just enough pain to make her gasp but only to drive the need for release even higher. “Does that feel like you won’t enjoy it?”
“Please,” she said.
“I like to hear you beg.”
Gripping the curves of her ass, he ravished her pussy, licking, biting, and just relishing the taste of being the first man between her thighs. He wouldn’t penetrate her yet. When he took her precious cherry, he wanted to do it with his dick, to feel her split open and take him. He also wanted the evidence of her virgin state to bleed onto his sheets so he’d know, not that it would mean anything if she didn’t bleed.
He didn’t know what the fuck was happening to him. This drive had never consumed him with other women. He’d never cared about their pleasure, only his own.
“Please,” she said, begging him.
Forge knew he’d never get tired of hearing her.
He focused all his attention on her clit, sensing her body’s change, the drive toward orgasm, and he didn’t stop, letting her follow the peak, sliding over the crest until she fell over and screamed for more.
Seeing her come was one of the best sights in the world, and he wanted to do it again, but he wasn’t going to do it around the back of the diner. He had some tact. He pulled her jeans back on and eased them up her thighs, putting the button back through the loop before cupping her face.
She shook a little and he smiled down at her. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve never experienced anything like that,” she said.
“You’ve just had your first orgasm.”
“I have?” She licked her lips, looking left and right. “Can we do it again?”
He laughed, kissing her hard.
The taste of her was still on his lips but he didn’t care. Deepening the kiss, he plunged his tongue into her mouth. Beth wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
“From now on,” he said, not pulling away from her. “Whenever you need release, you come to me.”
“I know.”
“No matter when you want it, or where, I’ll be there for you.”
“What about when you want it?”
He smiled. “Don’t you worry, I’m going to be keeping you busy. You won’t have to worry about any other women at the club.”
“I wasn’t thinking about the women at the club. I don’t want to share you either.”
He’d never done what a woman wanted of him. Never even considered what they wanted for him because his sole focus had been himself. When it came to Beth, he was already changing for her.
No man or rival club could ever find out how he felt. They’d see it as a weakness and take her from him. He’d never let it happen. He would protect her.
“You’ll have every single part of me.” It was the first and only time he’d ever make a declaration to a woman.
Chapter Four
She hadn’t said no.
Beth allowed Forge to have his way with her. Shouldn’t she have fought back? Had a backbone? Shouldn’t she have been disgusted he’d taken her innocence against a brick wall?
All she could think about was the skill of his tongue.
He’d brought her to the moon and back with ease, and her focus was getting in his bed for more wicked pleasure.
The way he smelled, the sound of his voice, and firmness of his muscles—everything was an aphrodisiac. Yes, she’d been sold to Forge, and she should be horrified about everything that just happened. He was just as bad as her father in the grand scheme of things. But a huge part of her wanted to belong to the MC prez. She was already addicted to the way he spoke, the compliments, the devotion.
Beth hoped she wasn’t the flavor of the month. Until she was certain, she’d have to guard her heart. Her body, that belonged to Forge.
As she mounted the bike behind him, wrapping her arms around his hard waist, she marveled at the new sensations flooding her body. Her stomach was full of delicious food, and her pussy still hyper-sensitive. When the bike roared to life, it vibrated against her clit, nearly bringing her to another orgasm. She stifled a gasp and shifted in her seat. Forge looked to the side, a sly smirk on his face. God, he knew. How did he know?
She bit her lip as they raced down the road.
Time slipped away as they traveled along the lonely roadways lined with trees and sheer rock. A while later, they pulled up to a set of streetlights. It was civilization. Stores lined the streets ahead and there were some people on the sidewalks. Forge’s home was in the middle of nowhere, so this was different.
When the light turned green, he drove down the street before turning into a strip mall. Her nerves flared up. It felt like every set of eyes turned their way as the motorcycle crawled along the parking lot. The Harley engine rumbled, announcing their arrival. Did they know she’d been bought and sold? Were they judging her?
The more she looked at the people, the more she realized it was fear in their eyes. Forge’s presence, the revving of his motor, and likely his reputation had these people keeping their distance. For some reason, it turned her on. She was the woman on his bike, and he’d just had his mouth on her cunt. Beth felt a sense of power being Forge’s woman.
But she wasn’t really his woman. Not really. She was a novelty, and she didn’t have faith their unorthodox relationship would last the test of time.