by KJ Dahlen
Fuck, she is soaking wet! He turned and went into the bathroom again to grab a large towel.
Then he came back to the bed and paused.
She was lying on her side just like he’d left her. With her body shivering.
He bit his lip. Fuck, I am going to have to dry all that skin. At her mad trembling, he sighed as he sat down on the bed and started to rub the towel along her body.
She responded with a low moan.
His cock responded to this sound with its own reaction.
He shook his head. Shit. He couldn’t feel like that right now. She could be in a lot of trouble if she took those pills. He turned her onto her back.
Ok... Huge fucking mistake.
Her large breasts were right there and of course, his eyes landed right on them. Round lush and creamy. Rosy sweet pink nipples as hard as pink diamonds. Tits like men only dreamt of. He licked his lips. Damn....
His raised his head. Fucking double damn. He fought to get control. So he rubbed her chest and belly dry with a towel as he avoided looking at her too closely.
Her shivering had calmed but the goose bumps along her skin were rampant. He then toweled down to her thighs and halted.
She had the softest looking auburn thatch between her thighs, covering her mound. Sweet and silky looking while matching the red color of her hair.
Rogue’s skin seemed to burn as he stared. Her thighs were soft looking but firm. Just the right size. Tone, but not stick thin. This woman had the kind of body other women would envy and dream of having. Long legs stretched down to those cute little feet with her pink painted toes that he’d admired earlier today. He was lost in the full vison of her as his gaze now roamed greedily back up along her thighs and toned belly, up to those gorgeous breasts, then along her creamy kissable neck.
When his gaze reached her face, he met her eyes.
She was staring right back at him.
Rogue suddenly stood up as if lightning had just struck and he’d needed to step out of the fucking way. “Finally...you’re awake.”
She blinked at his words.
Her expression didn’t look like he’d expected. Shocked, angry or fearful. He took a closer look. Her eyes looked sort of glazed.
Then she groaned and shivered again as her body curled up into a fetal position.
He looked down on the floor and bent over to grab the cover. Apparently, she wasn’t entirely coherent like he’d thought. If she were, she would be ranting and raving at him, accusing him of rape or some shit, he was sure. He needed to call the doc and right fucking now. If she had taken all those pills... He shook the blanket out.
Round white pills fell out of it and bounced across the floor with little pinging taps.
He stared down to see at least ten. “Thank fuck!” He turned to cover her with the blanket. There. Now temptation was out of his sight. He stepped back and just stood there as she burrowed under the covers. But could he ever erase what he saw? The image was branded onto his brain. His body was still reacting. He suddenly wondered what those eyes would look like when she came? What she would sound like begging him for more. What it would feel like to grasp that sweet thatch on her mound and hold it tight as he made her come hard.
Rogue took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Fuck. He was insane. Now he was completely insane. This woman was so off limits there were no real words to explain why she was. Too many things, too much distance between his life and hers.
Then the fact that she could be a liar. Not at all being who she said she was. She might not be this classy babe the doc spoke of but bait, maybe? The whole thing being set up by Devin and Dmitri. Get her inside the Princes Club and...
Rogue shook his head. That is your fear talking. You know inside, deep inside that, she isn’t that at all. You want her but she is too fucking classy for your lowly criminal ass, so you try to make it her fault.
Shaking his head, he turned around. “I need a fucking shower.” He took his cut off and laid it on the chair then tore his t shirt up and off. He sat and tugged each boot and sock off, then stood. In haste, he yanked his pants and boxers down all in one swoop. He tossed them back onto the chair with his cut. He suddenly realized he stood nude in the same room where she was. Rogue slowly looked over, hoping like fuck that she was still out cold.
Nope.
Her eyes were right on him. A wide green gaze took him all in.
Well, fuck. Just my luck the way this damn day had been going.
Then she did something odd. Her gaze slowly roamed up along his frame on up to his...
His cock went hard again and stood straight out in fact. Like it was ready to go.
Staring at it, she licked her lips.
Rogue felt himself throb at the gesture as precum leaked from his tip.
Holy fuck!
He took a deep breath and met her startled gaze.
“W-why?” she asked in a faltering whisper.
He couldn’t seem to even swallow as he replied, “Why what?”
“Why am I here and you are... naked?”
Rogue then laughed. “Don’t worry sweetheart. My being naked has nothing to do with you.”
She paused and tugged the covers up further to her neck. “But...I’m naked too?”
He shook his head. “Again, that has nothing to do with—”
“You took my clothes off?” Her voice had risen in shock and dismay.
“Fuck, no! You did that yourself. I didn’t—”
“Oh, my God!” she cried out.
Rogue clenched his fists at his sides and marched over, completely ignoring the fact that he wore not a fucking stitch. “Look I came back to the room. You were not in the bed, your clothes were on the floor and you were in my shower, passed the fuck out!”
Gulping, she huddled under the blankets. “I-I don’t remember anything. How I got here...anything!”
He let out a sigh. “I brought you up here after you got hurt. Then I had to leave. When I came back, you were in my dammed shower!” He was furious at her accusations. He did not rape women. He’d never had to. “I’m going to be in the shower then I’m gonna get some dammed sleep. You stay right there and rest. Got it?”
She stared at him with confusion then slowly nodded her head.
Rogue looked around on the floor, then bent down to grab her clothes up. “I got these, so if you leave, just know one thing... that up against 70 hungry bikers that cover you’d be wearing won’t do you much good. You are safer here. So don’t think about leaving.” He grasped her clothes in his hand and strode to the bathroom, shutting the door.
Resting against it, he heaved out a long breath. This just keeps getting worse. Now, she thinks I raped her or was about to. After it looked like I had abused and hurt her. He stared down at the tight grasp he had on her clothes. Slowly raising the material up, he took a long whiff. He got instantly hard. Her scent might just be what dreams were made of... for a man anyway.
He then lowered them and tossed them to the counter as if they were on fire or something. He wasn’t a fucking school boy! Lusting after some chick, he couldn’t have.
Marching to the shower, he turned it on and stepped in.
Rogue was still hard as a fucking rock. He gazed down at his almost painful erection. Now, what the fuck do I do with this? He grabbed his cock. Dammit. Get myself off is what.
He closed his eyes and realized he hadn’t jacked himself off in years. He’d never had to. There was always a bunny to be had. But in his mind, right this minute, there was no fucking bunny. Only emerald eyes and that sweet luscious mouth. Her mouth. He wondered how it would feel while she sucked his cock. He imagined it in his head as he pumped himself.
She would lick and tease his tip then squeeze his balls.
Rogue grunted lustfully as the water hit his hard body. Then she would wrap her hot mouth around his cock and suck hard stroking up and down. In his head, he saw just that. Her red head bobbing up and down as he gripped her long cur
ls in his fists. The image of this was so fucking hot. He imagined those sweet bare breasts with those delicious looking nipples. He would reach down and play with them as she blew him.
He leaned his head back onto the tile wall and came hard. His cum splattered up against the glass wall with such a force it made a splattering sound. His body finally wound down, but he couldn’t seem to catch his breath.
Fuck!
He’d never done that before...Pictured a certain woman as he jacked off.
Rogue straightened away from the tiled wall and turned the shower spray onto the glass. Washing away the evidence of what this woman had reduced him to.
He needed to get her out of his fucking room and fast before he grabbed her up and....
With a frustrated growl, Rogue took the shower gel and finished washing up.
Chapter Nine
SEVIE
What the hell was happening? I wake up nude in Rogue’s bed, in his room?
The last thing she remembered was being in a cell with bars. That prez was yelling about her being someone’s niece. There was another man there...a doctor? Then she hit her head on the bars and that was the last thing she knew.
Now seeing that man Rogue without his clothes? Her entire body flushed. He was magnificent. Hard all over, his skin looking like silken steel. Scars and Tattoos. One tat caught her attention. It matched the graphic she saw on the president’s door. The flying skull and crown. He also had some others were even more interesting. He had a sexy sort of devil’s tail that started just under his solar plexus then ran down along his stomach and stopped just above his coc... her mind blanked out with the thought of where it ended. Above one of the biggest cocks, she’d ever seen in her life. If one could ever say a dick was beautiful, one would say that about Rogue’s package. Groaning in embarrassment, she buried her head under the blankets again.
God, Sevie! What is the matter with you!
Reliving the image of his nude perfection and calling his cock a beautiful thing? Shame flooded her. She hadn’t been with anyone for a very long time. Her last boyfriend had been a real jerk and he hadn’t even been built like this man was. He’d cheated on her 5 months into the relationship. Since then, she hadn’t wanted to date at all. Burned twice now, she’d moved away from any thoughts of having a man in her life. Concentrating on her career instead. Coming from a poor beginning of struggling to make ends meet while her poor grandmother was always in ill health, she had been earning her own way since she was ten years old.
Now, here she was, naked in a biker’s bed, fantasizing about that very biker. The biker that had kidnapped her, tied her up at gunpoint then cuffed her and dumped her into a concrete cell!
She winced as her forehead throbbed. Maybe she had hit her head harder than she realized. Because she was definitely losing it. Now the pains started. Throbbing aches spread thickly through her entire body and she gasped with the severity of it. Pain radiated through her legs, shoulders and... she lifted the blanket and slowly sat up.
The room spun as she tried to steady herself. Gazing down at her legs, she saw her knees were scraped to a gashing purple.
“I didn’t do that to you.”
Her head shot up to see Rogue, dripping wet with a towel cinched over his hips.
“I-I know...” Sevie swallowed heavily. “I fell...” She wrinkled her brow up then groaned. “Oh, it hurts...” She closed her eyes and rubbed at her temples with both hands.
“Your knees?” he asked as he strode over closer. “Ok, well the doc said that would happen.” He grabbed a pill bottle up and set it on her blanket covered lap.
Sevie winced as she gazed down. Picking the bottle up she tried to read the label, but the letters were fuzzy. “Um... what are they?”
Rogue shrugged. “I don’t know. The doc left them for your pain.”
“Well, if they are narcotics. I don’t want them. Do you have any Tylenol?”
He raised a brow at her. “What do I look like, a fucking pharmacist?”
Slowly, Sevie raised her gaze to him.
His wet hair was swept over his forehead. Unlike some of the other bikers, he had short hair. Then his wide shoulders gleamed in the low light with drops of glistening water slowly rolling down his hard chest. Down further along his abs to a rock hard stomach.
He chuckled.
Her gaze shot up to those sparkling blue orbs of his.
“I didn’t men for you to actually look at me to see if I were one.” He laughed as he turned away and headed to his dresser.
“Were one?” she asked feeling confused.
Rogue shook his head. “Never mind.” He turned raising a small white bottle. “Here, catch!” He tossed the bottle at her.
Her brain was still too muddled and her pain had taken center stage. The pill bottle hit her square in the eye. “Oh!” She’d felt that, it stung badly. Her arms never even lifted to catch what she saw flying toward her.
Rogue blinked hard at her in disbelief. “Why the fuck didn’t you catch it?”
Tears formed in her eyes as now her eye hurt along with the rest of her. “I don’t know!” She started to cry out of frustration and pain.
Rogue was silent as he simply stood there staring at her.
“I don’t know what is going on!” She cried like a little girl. “All I can feel is pain, all I can do is cry. My arms and legs don’t evvveen wooorrk riiigghtt.” She wailed.
Suddenly, a weight dipped on the bed.
It startled her, as she hadn’t been able to see him due to tears clouding her vision.
He grabbed the Tylenol bottle up, opened it, took her hand, and shook out two into her palm. Next, he picked up a bottle of water sitting on the nightstand. Taking the cap off, he nodded to her. “Take two of these...”
Sniffling, Sevie gazed down at her palm. She slowly raised her trembling hand up and deposited the pills into her mouth.
“Now here,” he prompted as he placed the bottle of water into her hand. “Drink this.”
Tipping the bottle back, she found herself gulping the water down and almost choking on it. She felt so thirsty with her throat dry, she never even realized how dehydrated she was.
“Whoa, slow down there, Peaches.” He grabbed the water.
She swiped at her lip. “P-peaches?”
He stilled. “Yeah... so?”
Peaches? Where the hell had he gotten that? She blinked at him and shook off the thought. “Tell me what has been a happening, Rogue.”
He stared hard at her. “Look... I don’t really know.”
Sighing, Sevie placed her shaking hands in her lap. “I know you think you can’t trust me.”
He stood up. “Look I’m dead tired. I’ve been up for two days. I’m gonna sleep and so are you. Do you need to... um... to go?” He motioned to the bathroom.
Staring at him, she realized he was still wearing just a towel. “Um, yeah, but I don’t have anything....”
He cocked his head to the side, those blue eyes piercing her. “What? You don’t have what?”
“Clothes! You big oaf! I am naked under here.”
His confused look turned to amusement instantly. “Well, I already saw your pretty parts, so what’s the big deal?”
Sevie batted her eyes at him. A hard batting of her eyes as in pure disbelief. “You think I am just going to walk around nude in your room!”
He grinned. “Yeah, I suppose a stuck up, anal retentive business woman like you would say something like that.”
Her brows rose up. “A what?”
He shrugged. “Nuthin.’ Never mind. Just use my towel.” He whipped it off of his bare waist and handed it over to her.
Her stunned gaze dropped to it, then rose up to his face. “You’re joking right?”
He shook his head.
Her face flushed as she accidently looked straight ahead and her eyes spotted that perfect part of his body... Sevie quickly averted her gaze. “I don’t know what you’re playing at, but none of this is funny.�
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He openly laughed now, an unamused scoffing laugh actually. “You’re dammed right it isn’t! This has been hell. All that yelling and bitching you did in the car then all the way into the club.”
Sevie ducked her head back as her eyes rounded.
He went on, “Then more shouting and screaming after I cuffed you. Next, you go and trip over your own stupid feet and bust up your knees.”
Her eyes widened with shock as he ranted.
“Then as if that weren’t bad enough, you rammed your own head into the bars—”
How dare he blame her for all of this! Enraged, she balled her fists up and stood out of the bed. “YOU!” she shouted. “All of that was your fault! Taking a person at gunpoint then tying her up by force! You are the one to blame here, you criminal! I was selling a god dammed house! That was my crime. You did all the rest!” Her chest was heaving as she stepped closer and went on, “Then you handcuff me? Looking at me with hate in your eyes? All for a bunch of lies, someone has obviously planted. I was set up!” She poked her finger into his hard bare chest. “Devin left me there as some kind of rube, a scapegoat, thinking you big dumb bikers would fall for it. And you did! I was kidnapped, a gun pointed in my face as I’m dragged to a biker’s club with men larger that dammed gorillas, all looking like killers just out of prison. When all I had done was... bring escrow papers to a house in the burbs for a client to sign! Then you say you had a bad day?”
Rogue had gotten quiet as he stared at her body then back up to her face. He only had to take one step to her and their bodies brushed each other. He grabbed her face with both hands and smothered her mouth with his.
Sevie was stunned to her core. The last thing she ever thought he would do was kiss her.
His mouth was hot and as she gasped, he forced his velvety tongue in.
Her tongue met his as they crashed together, both of them were breathing heavily, and then his hands roamed down to her asscheeks gripping them to bring her right up so her mound met his hard cock. All, without breaking the kiss. He was kissing her hard and deep.