Shit. Fuck. And damn.
I hit the back door of the hotel with Kimmi and Mel at my heels.
“Obviously we've got ourselves a mother fucking rat,” Kimmi snarls as the three of us climb the stairs as fast as humanly possible. We've already put the call into Kent. Time to go.
“Maybe,” Mel says, not sounding nearly as upset as she should. We almost got our asses screwed back there and she's acting like it's no big deal. No big deal that the cops were already waiting for us. If Kimmi's paranoia hadn't gotten to her, we'd be behind bars right now.
“No, not maybe,” Kimmi growls as I shove open the door to the hallway and storm down the brown carpeting, watching as doors on either side of me are opening and Triple M'ers are appearing with frowns and mussy hair. Fucking sucks to get up and leave in the middle of the night, and it's never happened with my group before. Not once. A few of Kent's other operations have fucked up, and we've had to leave town, but nothing like this, nothing orchestrated by another MC. What bullshit.
“How much time do we have?” Kent asks as I pass by him and Melissa attaches herself to his bare chest like a leech.
“Before the cops come a knockin'?” I ask, jamming my key card into the metal of the door. “Thirty minutes? Less? Shit, I don't know, just hurry up.” I push open the door and stalk into the room. My plans of coming back and ravishing Amy Cross are being tossed to the wind, and I am not happy about that. Stopping mid-fuck? Not exactly my idea of a good day. And now I ain't got time to ease her into things or introduce her to the group. Shit.
I pause at the end of the bed and find myself face to face with Gaine.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” I ask with a frown.
Amy's dressed in a pair of silky, pink pajamas that are just begging to be torn off of her body. I didn't even know adult women wore shit like that anymore? Admittedly, it's kind of hot. But then I see that she's laying on the bed with a glass of wine in one hand, Gaine lounging just a few inches from her, and what I am supposed to think? And then I see that the linens have been changed out.
“Am I interruptin' something?”
Gaine swings his feet to the floor and sets his own glass of wine down on the side table.
“I just stopped by to pay you a visit and ended up meeting Miss Cross here,” Gaine says, shaking his head like he's had a bit too much to drink. “When she told me she was the newest member of Triple M, I had to personally show her a warm welcome.” He smiles, but his lips are tight, and his eyes are angry.
“Austin!” Shit. Mireya's banging at the door with her fist and when I don't come to open it, she uses her key card and waltzes in. “What the hell is … ” When she spots Amy, she freezes, dark eyes locking onto the blue-eyed girl who's lounging on my bed in her shiny, little pj's. She looks from Amy to me and then back to Amy again, black hair flying around her face and getting stuck to her painted lips.
Gaine moves around the bed and puts a hand on Mireya's arm.
“This is Amy Cross,” he says. “Our newest member.”
“Oh, shit no,” she snarls, looking back over at me. “This bitch has probably never even ridden a fucking bike. She can't join Triple M.” I stare back at her, but I don't really know what to say. My mind's a bit preoccupied with the thoughts of cops buzzing around and asking questions and even more so with the idea that Amy and Gaine were here for hours together. They were drinking, but what else did they do? I can't stop thinking about those fuckin' sheets. Why change 'em? God help me, if I find out that he fucked her, I will kill 'im.
“Get ready to go and worry about yourself, Sawyer,” I say, turning to look at Amy. Her lips are pursed and her blue eyes are pulsing with anger, but at least she doesn't look scared. I wonder if there's anything in this world that could scare Amy Cross. “Amy, get dressed and gather your things. You can wear one of my jackets for now.”
“But she's a prospect!” Mireya screams. Gaine tries to comfort her, but she tears her arm away and gives Amy a glare the likes of which I've never seen. She spins on her heel and storms out, slamming the door shut so hard behind her that a picture falls off the wall and breaks.
“Gaine,” I begin, but he's already waving goodbye to Amy and moving to the door.
“I'll take care of her,” he says. “See you on the open road, Miss Cross.” He disappears and leaves me alone with this strange girl, this girl that I can't get out of my mind, who I want more than anything or anyone I've ever met, but who I know nothing about it. It's strange as shit.
“Is everyone okay?” she whispers, voice soft. My body reacts to the sound immediately, dragging my unused sexual tension right back out into the open and making my cock so stiff I can barely walk around the bed to touch her. My fingers brush the skin on her arm and she shivers, glancing away and biting her lip.
“Everyone's fine, sugar,” I tell her, stepping close and folding her into my arms. Her hair smells sweet and her body is hot, too hot, like she's been sitting in the sun all day. I wonder if anything happened between her and Gaine. “Just a little slip up,” I whisper, my hot breath stirring her hair and brushing against her ear. Her hands come up reflexively and clutch my shirt. “But we've gotta get dressed and go.”
“Okay,” she says, and I think she's waiting for me to step back and let her go.
My body is pulsing, and I'm full of tension – not a good way to ride.
“How fast can you get dressed?” I ask her, tightening my grip around her body. Amy's breath catches in her throat and she swallows hard.
“Five minutes?”
“Good girl.”
I relax my arms and spin Amy around so that she's facing the wall, grabbing her pajama pants with my hands and sliding them down her hips so I can pull them off of her feet. I toss the damn things onto the dresser and take note of the pretty, little panties she put on for me. Or Gaine. I frown and unzip my pants, remembering almost too late to use a condom. Last one, I think as I pull it out and put it on.
I lean in and reach my hand up her shirt until I find her breast. It's trapped in a bra, but I don't have time to take it off. When we get to the next town, Amy Cross better be ready for me because I'm stripping her down and tasting every inch of that body.
“We've got to be quick,” I whisper and she nods, putting her hands on the wall and pushing her ass out for me.
I shove aside her panties and slide in, glad to see that she's wet and ready for me. I close my mind against the rest of my thoughts and let myself pick up right where we left off, pulling that sexual tension out and thrusting it right into Amy. She's already biting her lip and pressing her forehead to the wall, whimpering as I slam myself against her with deep, hard thrusts. I'd much prefer to play around a little, but time is of the essence, so I'll make do.
“Goddamn,” I growl, feeling my orgasm comin' on fast. Something about this damn girl. As I move inside of her, I think maybe that I'm kinda lucky that she's coming with me because I still haven't had enough, not yet. If I thought a few fucks could get her out my system, I was dead wrong. There is so much more I want to do to her.
“Hurry,” she says and my heart starts to beat faster, making my blood run molten hot and my head pound with desire. “Faster.”
I move my hips deeper, harder, quicker until I'm pounding Amy into the wall and growling like a Goddamn animal. When I hear her start to scream, I let myself go, wishing with all that is holy in hell that I was coming inside of her.
We both finish and I slide out of her, stepping back and wiping the sweat from my brow. When Amy turns around to look at me, she's smiling. My heart skips another beat and my arm snakes out and wraps her waist, pulling her to me for a kiss. Gaine, better have kept his hands to himself, I think. Because this girl is mine.
Maybe, just maybe, I've found a girl to match me. Guess only time will tell me that.
My heart is pounding a strange rhythm in my chest, and I've got the world's most terrible stomach ache. That's what you wanted, isn't it? Some of that heart-stoppi
ng angst that's always in your books? I swallow a lump of anxiety and tug Austin's leather jacket tighter around me. It smells good, like soap and oil, but it's far too big, and it's drawing stares like no tomorrow. I wonder why since everybody else is wearing one just like it. There's a big round emblem on the back with three capital M's inside of it. To the right is another small patch with the letters MC and across the bottom, USA is written in red. I stare at the words Triple M across the top of Austin's vest and shuffle along behind him as we enter the parking garage and find ourselves surrounded by even more people.
“Hey.” A hand falls on my shoulder and makes me jump. It's Gaine. He smiles at me and nods his chin at the cluster of grumbling, weary-eyed people. “Don't mind them. They're all just a bunch of tired assholes.”
“What do you want, Gaine?” Austin asks, sounding slightly annoyed with his friend. “Don't you got shit to do?” I watch as both their gazes travel over to the dark haired woman from before. I recognize her as the one that was dancing on the bar that night. Mireya. I hate her instantly. Something about her puts me on edge, and I don't like it. To be honest, I think she's the scariest one out of all these bikers. Well, except for maybe Kent.
“She's fine,” Gaine says, waving his hand dismissively. “A little pissed, maybe, but … ” He trails off and I notice that both men seem to be avoiding my eyes. Gaine shrugs and starts to move away when Kent pops out of nowhere, seemingly materializing next to us. I shiver and his eyes immediately find mine. Ugh.
“Welcome, Miss Cross. Sorry we couldn't be a bit more accommodating.” Kent smiles, but there's no joy in his face. “In the next town, I'm sure Austin will do his best to give you a proper welcome.” Kent's lips split and his teeth poke out like fangs. He turns his attention to Austin. “So, Road Captain, where to now?” The words are mocking, almost dismissive. I watch Austin's expression and see that it's tight. He isn't happy.
“Well, I don't rightly know, Pres. Seems our time here was cut a bit short. Why don't you follow me and leave your intercom on?” Austin's hand wraps my wrist and drags me off, weaving us between men and women in leather. They watch me go, some curious, some annoyed, most just looking like they'd rather be in bed. I wonder how many members this group has. At least thirty. Maybe more. “Beck,” Austin snaps and the redhead untangles himself from a short woman with dark, black hair.
“Yeah?” he asks, green eyes catching on mine. He scopes me out at first, raking his gaze down my body until Austin stops him with a small growl in the back of his throat. The hair on the back of my neck stands straight up and my lower parts begin to pulse. I can still feel Austin inside of me, pushing me against that wall with his firm body. I wrap my arms around myself to hold back a shiver.
“I need your extra helmet.” Beck stares at him and then looks down at me, face splitting into a goofy grin. He's handsome, sure, so I can see why Christy was initially attracted to him, but he also looks like a pervert. I smile back and can't help but wonder what would've happened if Christy had come with me. Would she have ridden with Beck? Gaine seems like a nice guy. Maybe she could've gone with him? My smile slides away, replaced by this aching feeling in my stomach. Christy. I let out a small sigh and follow Beck and Austin to a massive motorcycle with gleaming gold paint and a comfy looking backrest. There's a big, red helmet with black stripes strapped to it. Beck takes it off and hands it over to Austin.
“Have fun, Amy,” Beck says, tossing me a wink. “And welcome to the club.” I smile back, but Austin flips him off, pulling me away from his friend and pausing next to another motorcycle.
“Well, beautiful, it's not a Road King, but what do you think?”
I examine the bike carefully, certainly not an expert but able to appreciate the little things – the shimmer of the red paint, the perfection of the chrome, the beautifully oiled, leather seats. It's huge, enormous. Kind of like Austin. I hold back a shiver.
“I guess I'd have to say,” I begin, circling the motorcycle carefully, running the tips of my fingers along its quiet body. I can't wait to see it revved up and burning rubber. My smile turns into a grin. “That she's one, hot fucking bitch.” Austin chuckles and throws his head back.
“Oh, sugar, you sure are somethin' else.” He drops his gaze down to mine, locking onto my eyes and holding me suspended in time. My heart ceases to beat and my nerves get all tangled. I'm the one that looks away first. If I spend too much time with this man, he could be the death of me. I look back up and wince as Austin sets the helmet on my head. “This here, is a custom bitch,” he tells me as he yanks the visor down and smiles at me with his white teeth. “I made her up from bits and pieces. She might not be winning any shows, but she's all mine.” Austin continues to stare at me through the plastic of my visor and I swear to God, a little voice whispers in my head, Kinda like you, sugar.
I look down at the oil stained pavement below my feet and tuck my hands in the pockets of my jeans, jumping as a motor revs up nearby. It's so loud, like a gunshot. I turn my head and see Gaine on the back of his black bike. He's gunning his engine and looking pointedly at Austin. In fact, as I turn my head and survey the garage, I see that everyone's looking at Austin, even Kent and that dark haired girl, Mireya.
“Shit, doll,” he curses, grabbing a black helmet and crushing his sandy hair beneath it. “I feel bad for thrusting you into all this, but … ” Austin shrugs and reaches out, grabbing me around the waist and pulling my legs out from under me. The world spins as he lifts me into his arms and a chorus of hoots explodes from around us, making Sparks grin nice and big. “You ready to put this big, hard piece o' metal between your thighs, baby?” he asks as he sets me down on the back of his bike, sliding his hand between my legs to help me straddle the seat. I try not to shudder when his fingers brush my – you can say it, Amy! – my … pussy, but it feels too good to sit still. Another chorus of shouts follows Austin in as he grabs me by my hair and pulls my face back for a kiss. His lips crash against mine, making me shiver. He pulls away, far too soon, and relaxes his grin into an easy smile that tugs at his scar. “I hear the first time's the most painful, but I promise, beautiful, I'll try to be gentle.” More cheers and whoops surround us, and I find that my cheeks are almost hot to the touch. I bet I'm as red as my aunt's prized tomatoes. Oh, God.
I keep my gaze focused forward, watching as Austin straddles the motorcycle and presses the long, hard line of his body against mine. Great. I get to travel hundreds, maybe thousands, of miles with him tucked between my thighs. How will I ever survive? I sit there for a moment, wondering if I'm making a fool of myself. There's a big backrest and arm rests on either side, plus a little bump of leather between us. I think, but I'm not sure, that I could probably sit back and ride comfortable, but am I supposed to wrap my arms around him? I'd sure like to.
Austin starts the engine and a few moments later, a trickle of music comes through my helmet.
A collective groan rides through the group as people start to listen in.
“Hey, Austin,” Beck calls from across the garage. “Nickelback? We're going to listen to Nickelback? Seriously, fuck you, man.” Austin chuckles and starts the engine. It rumbles to life and cradles my body with this powerful purr, like it could turn into a growl at any moment. I get goose bumps.
“That's not what the intercom system is for,” Mireya calls out, and I notice that she's looking at me when she shouts this.
“Fuck y'all. I'm Road Captain, so deal with it.” Austin kicks us off and the wind rushes around me, grasping with cold fingers. Before we even make it out of the garage, I've thrown my arms around Austin's muscular chest and pressed myself as tightly against his warm body as I can get.
A split second later, we explode out into the street, and in moments, I've left everything and everyone I've ever known behind.
I am in fucking heaven, I think as I fly down the highway in the dark with Amy at my back and my bike beneath my ass. On the open road with the wind in my face, Nickelback playing on the intercom
and no friggin' idea where it is that I'm going. Kimmi and I have some targets laid out, but nothing that we've firmed up, so I watch the signs as they fly by, waiting until one of them strikes my fancy. God, I love this life. I don't think I could ever be the kind of man that stays in one place, buys a house, raises kids. That shit just doesn't seem all that appealing to me. If I couldn't leave at the drop of a hat and take off, lose myself somewhere new, then I might just shrivel up and die.
One thing I do like that I never thought I would – having a woman on the back of my bike. Not once have I ever taken a lady for a ride, and I've got to admit, there is something kind of hot about it. I smile as I flick on my turn signal and take off on a random exit. Amy's arms tighten around me as we take the curve and my smile turns into a grin. I don't know what it is about this girl, but I like her. A lot.
I figure my ridin' time's my thinkin' time, so I let my mind go, trying to sort out the last few days and all the shit that's gone down. My first thought is of Mireya and what she did to Amy. Well, I think it's her anyhow. I'm going to have to confront her about it. That shit is not going to end well. I speed up and zip around a semi, checking the road for other vehicles, so the rest of the group can pass. It's a quiet country highway out here, so it should be fine, but I've at least got to pretend to be a real road captain. If I were, I'd scout our route ahead of time and lead the group to planned stops – gas stations, restaurants, hotels, etc. But in all reality, I'm just looking for our next gig, searching out the next place that Kimmi and I can take advantage of so we can bring money into the group because that's what we do. It's what we've always done.
“Austin?” It's Kimmi's voice, breaking through the com system and cutting across my favorite song of all fucking time – 'S.E.X.'.
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