What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 3)

by Lauren Hawkeye

  “You keep saying ‘party’. You mean like those lame ass frat parties you kept dragging me to last semester?” I had a feeling she meant something different. A more interesting kind of party.

  She laughed again. “No, they party way, way harder. Those frat boys are kids. These guys’ parties are a lot more… Ummm…”

  I tried to control my voice. I was excited by the idea of these real men partying. “A lot more what?” I didn’t want to sound too interested. Even though I was.

  “Adult.”

  “Adult?” My breath was a little shallower than before. I wanted her to tell me more, tell me exactly what she got up to. With the state she was in I could tell she hadn’t just been dancing, she’d clearly been doing something much more interesting.

  “Alright. Well, since I’m drunk, I’ll tell you. Okay?” She didn’t wait for a response. “Those guys… and the party chicks… they’re wild. I mean, really wild. I saw a girl get ini—I saw a girl become a party chick last night. Guess what I saw her do?”

  God it sounded exciting. I’d spent the early part of my evening with my limp dicked, possibly gay boyfriend before going back to our room alone and unfulfilled. I wanted to hear it all. “What did you see?” If Lucy had been sober she would have heard the undercurrent of excitement in my voice.

  Whenever Lucy came back from one of her wild nights I always got her to tell me about it. Most of my most intense fantasies were based at least somewhat on Lucy’s late night adventures.

  “Two guys. I watched this girl get fucked by two guys at once. It was wild! The whole club was cheering them on.” She giggled. I felt myself getting flustered. I wanted to hear more but was too embarrassed to ask.

  “Lucy?” I asked with some hesitation.

  “Yeah?” she asked, her eyes closed.

  “I wish,” I paused before I said it, afraid to even voice what I was thinking, “I wish I could be like you, just for one night. I want to know what it’s like to break loose like that.” The words tumbled out quickly, and when they did I saw Lucy’s eyes open again, appraising me. “Will you take me with you next time?”

  Chapter Two

  Lucy looked into my eyes with some concern. “Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, they’re pretty rough guys. I know you thought the frat boys,” she said those last two words with some derision, “were rough. These guys would eat them for breakfast.”

  “I told you. Yes.” Upon waking later that previous weekend she’d been shocked that I, the straight A student, wanted to party with the bikers. But she didn’t know me that well. I didn’t even know me that well.

  Throughout the following week I’d been assuring her that yes, I really did want to hang out with them. Once at least.

  She looked at me again, frowning. “Did you tell Mark?”

  “No! I told you. We broke up. It’s none of his business.” It was true, we’d broken up the night before. I think it must have been that final humiliating ending to my doomed relationship that really pushed me to actually join Lucy. Although I’d told her I wanted to go with her, I probably would have backed out if it hadn’t ended like that.

  We were walking to the back gate of the campus. Sober Lucy was much more sensible than drunk Lucy and, quite rightly, she was worried about having the bikers come up to the dorm again. We drew looks from both guys and girls as we headed down the footpath in the late afternoon sunlight. We looked, in a word, slutty. And for once in my life, I was embracing it.

  Despite only having learned about being a party girl for one night, Lucy apparently knew all about their fashion sense (or lack thereof.)That afternoon Lucy had taken a pair of scissors to my shortest pair of jean shorts and not just made them shorter, but cut slits and holes in them too. Looking in the mirror I’d gulped as I saw the flashes of thigh and ass visible through the ruined (improved, she’d insisted) fabric.

  Lucy had also slashed away at least half of my t-shirt leaving a great swathe of my midriff bare. When she was done with my outfit there was more of my clothing in the trash than there was on my body.

  I had to admit though, we looked good. Not good like the minister’s son would take home to meet mother, but good like a horny alpha male would fuck until he made you cry tears of ecstasy.

  “Oh shit,” I whispered urgently. On the other side of the path was my recently dumped boyfriend, Mark. Desperately not wanting to talk to him in my current state of (un)dress, I turned my head to the side so my hair hid my face, and pretended to be interested in the trees off the side of the path, hoping he wouldn’t recognize me. Strangely, it worked.

  “Seriously, he must be gay.” Lucy announced after he’d gone by without giving us a second glance.

  “You really think so?” I asked.

  “How could he not be? Every other guy has been eye-fucking us as they’ve gone past. He didn’t even notice us. He didn’t even notice you, and you’re supposed to be his girlfriend.”

  “Ex-girlfriend.” She had a point though. And I’d had my suspicions too. Lucy’s pronouncement relieved what little guilt I’d had about us going out with the bikers.

  We got to the back gate and stood on the curb waiting. It wasn’t long before we heard the distant thunder of motorcycles, their rumble reaching us at least half a minute before they trundled in to view.

  “You know, I’m glad you’re coming with me this time. It’ll be good to have a friend with me.” Lucy smiled at me. I smiled back. While my face was happy, inside my stomach was turning flips. I’d never been on a ‘date’ like this. Not that it was a date, of course. I’d basically agreed to go meet a bunch of horny bikers. I’d probably have sex with one of them. At least, that’s what I’d been fantasizing about every evening for the last week. Holy shit. It struck me. I am literally going to get on the back of a motorcycle in order to go get fucked by bikers. What’s wrong with me?

  As the realization began to sink in, my dreamy fantasy began to solidify into a more practical reality. A much scarier and substantially less glamorous reality.

  I was about to tell Lucy I wasn’t going to go through with it, that I’d go back to our dorm and eat ice cream with my best friend, my laptop. But then the bikes pulled into view. It was too late to leave in any dignified kind of manner, and I wasn’t used to running in the tall fuck-me boots Lucy had insisted I wear.

  I bit my lip nervously as they approached. How can I get out of this? To my relief there were just two of them this time, unlike the whole gang I’d seen out of the window the previous weekend. They were both on highly polished cruiser style motorcycles. Harley’s I assumed, but I wouldn’t know a Harley from a Fisher Price if truth be told.

  The guy in front had dirty blond hair hanging beneath the metal helmet that sat on top of his head. Even with his padded leather jacket and gloves I could tell there was a solid man underneath; not fat, and not a giant, but solid like a guy who’s been doing manual labor his whole life.

  “Ladies.” He lifted his chin in a half-nod and raised the four fingers of his left hand up from the motorcycle handle in a greeting. I smiled to try and appear confident.

  “What’s up.” The second rider had just pulled up. This guy was big in all senses of the word. He had a full beard which hung down to a chest that appeared to be as wide as the handles on his motorcycle.

  Lucy leaned in to whisper into my ear. “Looks like you got Jase! He’s the VP!” I didn’t know what that was supposed to mean, but before I could clarify she was running towards the man mountain. “Brodie!” she shouted with glee.

  “Juicy!” he roared. As Lucy approached he extended his arms and grabbed her around the waist. He lifted her up and dropped her astride his crotch, their faces immediately pressing together.

  I looked on wide eyed, not knowing what to do. “Don’t mind them.” The other biker extended a gloved hand. “Jase.” I stared at it like an idiot. He grinned. “Come on, I don’t bite,” he said and I stepped towards him. “Usually,” he said as he grasped my hand.

 
; Stepping in I smelled the strong scents of leather and oil, competing and combining with each other. I involuntarily licked my lips. He smiled at me again and with a flash of his white teeth I felt myself quiver. What’s wrong with me? Usually I’m cool and confident with men, perhaps even aloof. But now I was quaking like a school girl again. That smell…

  I breathed in deeply as he shook my hand. I could hear the slurping sound of furious kissing coming from the other motorcycle and didn’t dare turn to look. Thoughts of heading back to the dorm had mysteriously fled from my mind. Instead I found myself looking into Jase’s cool blue eyes and looking at his plump lips. I imagined what it’d be like to kiss them, to bite them, to have his strong arms wrapped around me…

  My daydreaming was interrupted when he spoke again. “Are you okay?”

  How long was I staring? He must think I’m an idiot. “Oh sorry. Uh yeah.” Can’t you say anything better than that?

  He raised his eyebrows at me and lifted my hand, reminding me that it was still clasped in his. “Gotta’ name?”

  Idiot. I mentally slapped myself. I tried to smile confidently. “Nicole.”

  “Nicole? I like it. Wanta’ ride?” He patted the seat behind him.

  “Sure.” I tried to sound nonchalant, but in truth I was somewhere between terrified and excited. Giddy, I decided to get on the back of the motorcycle. I saw a peg on the side of the bike I could use to help me get up there. I stepped on it and tried to climb up and swing my leg over, resting my hands on the seat. Unfortunately, not knowing what the hell I was doing I found my hand slipping when I put my weight on it, and a moment later my head crashed into his leather-clad back.

  I heard him laugh and a split-second later he had a strong arm wrapped around me pulling me up behind him. I shortly found myself pressed up against him, the strong sexy scent of smoky leather making me heady. “Are you okay?” he asked.

  I sensed kindness in his voice. A rough kindness to be sure, but kindness nonetheless. “I’m great!”

  I turned my head and watched as Brodie, in one skillful move, wrapped one hand around Lucy’s waist and swung her around to sit behind him. She peeked at me from around his shoulder, her eyes wild and her face beaming. Her lipstick was already smeared across her face and she looked like there was no way she could care any less.

  Jase reached behind me and unclipped a spare helmet that had been fastened to the back of the passenger seat. “Put it on.”

  As soon as I’d adjusted the chinstrap and clicked the helmet securely on to my head Jase pressed the starter button on his bike and it surged to life.

  “Let’s ride!” he yelled over his shoulder at me. I didn’t even bother to try and respond vocally, the bike’s roar would have drowned out anything I said. I just nodded my head, smiled, and wrapped my arms around his waist. My hands clutched the front of his jacket tightly to make sure I didn’t fall off. He turned and gave me a funny look before facing forward again.

  I heard the other bike start up behind me. A moment later Jase raised a clenched fist into the air and we were off. I sucked in air sharply and pressed my thighs tight against the bike. Vibrations poured through my body and I found myself grinning manically, seeming to have lost control of my facial muscles. Holy shit!

  I was gasping and laughing to myself as we flew down the road, my nails digging into the leather jacket, feeling his solid torso underneath. I heard the other bike pull up alongside and looked over.

  Lucy looked amazing on the back of the bike. With her bare calves and thighs leading up to her tiny shorts she looked every inch a biker’s babe. I wonder if I look as good as I her? I bet I do.

  As I was admiring her I realized why Jase had given me a funny look. While Lucy was looking relaxed on the back of the bike with her hands resting on the seat, I had my hands wrapped tightly against Jase as if I’d fall off at any moment.

  Oh shit I must seem like such an amateur. I began to release my tight grip on his jacket but then I bounced up as we hit a minor pothole. Fuck it. I don’t care if I look stupid. It feels good hugging him like this anyway.

  I continued to keep my arms wrapped around him, but I released the death-grip my right hand had on the thick leather. As the bike rumbled between my legs I found myself flattening my right hand out, and running it over his padded chest. God, he feels good.

  The tight grip my thighs had around the bike was causing all the vibrations to pour up through my body. I could feel every pulse of the engine below me transported through the place my upper thighs met the seat of the bike. I let out an involuntary moan when Jase opened up the throttle sending more powerful vibrations through me. No wonder some women love motorcycles.

  We had been riding about fifteen minutes and had just left the edge of the small college town. I was enjoying the ride when Jase turned to look over his shoulder, but not at me. He was looking at something else. He signaled urgently to the other motorcycle, his hands speaking a language I didn’t yet know.

  We were on a quiet highway now, and when I turned to look over my shoulder I couldn’t see anything wrong. Behind us there was little traffic, just an old beat-up truck. Then I realized. The truck was going fast. Too fast. It was rapidly gaining on us, and as I watched I saw something that sent a chill running down my spine.

  A man leaned out of the truck’s window and he was holding something. I knew what it was immediately. A handgun. I saw it jerk in his hand but I didn’t hear anything. Jase’s deep voice boomed, “Hold on!” as he opened up the throttle of the bike’s engine. We shot forward and I turned my head away from the truck, burying it in Jase’s jacket. Oh God oh God oh God. As we raced forward the wind tore through my hair and across the bare skin of my legs and midriff.

  Between my thighs the engine pulsed sending vibrations shooting through me as we accelerated away faster and faster. Adrenaline fired through my veins as we raced away from the truck behind us. The other motorcycle with Lucy pulled up alongside us. Again the two bikers exchanged hand signals meaningful only to them.

  Lucy looked at me and gave a tight smile as the wind whipped around her face. She seemed pretty freaked out too. I risked a look back over my shoulder and saw the truck had lost some of its ground. Although it was traveling incredibly fast, our bikes were faster.

  Peering over Jase’s shoulder I saw we were approaching a junction. A desolate crossroads with no sign of help. With a sickening lurch and a roaring of the engine Jase shifted the bike down through the gears and braked, before sending us hurtling off to the left as we exited the junction. As we cornered the bike tipped perilously close to the ground, I thought for sure I’d tumble off. But of course I didn’t, apparently motorcycle physics doesn’t work like that.

  As the motorbike straightened up and we accelerated again I risked another peek behind us. Brodie and Lucy were nowhere to be seen, but the truck was skidding violently as its driver piloted it to the left, seemingly intent on chasing us.

  Jase yelled over the noise of the engine, “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.” I felt us surge forward, faster than I’d ever been in my life. I felt a comforting reassurance in his confidence, and it seemed as if I could feel the warmth of his body radiating through the thick leather jacket into my hands and arms.

  The truck dwindled into the distance behind us, the impossibly straight road providing us with the advantage we needed to fly far away from their view.

  Holy shit. My rapidly beating heart began to slow down as the immediate danger from the truck disappeared. I once again took notice of my body, my breasts pushed tight into the man in front of me, my thighs gripping the bike like a vice. Good vibrations poured through my body as Jase again slowed the bike down and turned onto an unpaved but fairly smooth packed dirt road.

  We drove slowly now, Jase carefully guiding us around potholes as the road wound its way through a grove of trees. When we exited the shade of the woodland Jase slowed us down even more as we pulled up alongside a small warehouse. “Wait here a minute.”

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p; Chapter Three

  I sat back on the bike, my hands resting behind me as I watched Jase hop off and head toward the door of the warehouse. His leather jacket hung to his waist just above jeans which clung tightly to his well rounded ass. He pulled off his gloves and then dug some keys out of his pocket.

  A moment later the warehouse door groaned as Jase rolled it open with a yank of his strong arms. I ran a hand absent mindedly over my thigh. It was covered in goose bumps. The idling engine that had seemed so noisy earlier now seemed like the quiet purring of a cat after the roars of our high speed chase. Its confident rumble was comforting.

  The smell of the trees mingled with the fumes from the motorcycle. I closed my eyes as I inhaled, feeling my heart rate begin to slow.

  I almost began to relax, until my mind began to process what had just happened. What in the hell have I gotten myself into? It was a day of firsts it seemed. First motorcycle ride, first car chase, first time being shot at. What other firsts would happen that day?

  The world of our college with its pretty but petty sorority girls and immature frat jocks seemed so far away now. I couldn’t believe that just an hour, fuck, maybe thirty minutes before, I was putting on makeup and getting slutted up in our dorm room. It seemed like a game then…

  Jase hopped back on to the bike. “Let’s get inside.” He teased the throttle gently as we slowly rolled into the dark interior. My eyes adjusted quickly; there was actually light pouring in through grimy windows above, but it was still considerably darker than outside.

  He parked the motorcycle directly in front of the door in the middle of the mostly empty warehouse. There were a few boxes piled up in one corner, but from the dust and cobwebs I could see that this warehouse had seen little life in the recent past.

  Jase hopped off the bike. In one of the least smooth movements I’ve ever made as an adult I swung one leg over the saddle and hopped onto the ground right after him. Or at least I tried to. Instead my traitorous legs gave way and before I could let out a yelp I was collapsing on to the floor.