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

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by Lauren Hawkeye


  Faster even than me, Jase realized what was happening and quickly wrapped an arm around me. He pulled me close against him, my nose brushing his long, blond hair as he stopped me from falling to the dirty floor.

  “First time on a bike, huh?” His voice was low with a slight rasp to it. Sexy.

  “Uh yeah. Thanks. I don’t know what happened.” That was true. As soon as my feet had touched the floor my legs had just given out. I wondered if I was sick.

  “It’s the adrenaline. That was a rather…” he paused, thinking for the right word, “exciting ride. That, and I think you were holding on too tight.” His bare hand gently squeezed my upper thigh, the sensitive skin sending ticklish shots shooting through me.

  I let out a soft moan. “I didn’t want to fall off.”

  Jase looked at me and smiled, showing me another white flash of his teeth. “You won’t fall off. Unless you like, try and jump off or some shit. It’s physics. As long as you’re sitting behind me you’ll stay on the bike. You don’t need to try and crush her with your thighs.” He ran his thumb across the upper part of my leg again as he spoke, indicating my mistake. I let out a shiver.

  “Come on, let’s go to the office. It’s not much too look at but it’s better than down here. This place isn’t ready yet.”

  “Ready for what?” I asked. I wanted to make some kind of conversation.

  He gave me another one of his curious looks, like the one he’d given me on the back of the bike when I’d first clung on to him. “It’s a warehouse. Ready for, you know, warehouse stuff.”

  “Oh yeah. Right.” I’m an idiot.

  I leaned my weight on him as he led us off to the side of the warehouse. I had no idea where I was, or who this guy I was with really was, but as I felt his strong arms around my body and inhaled the thick scent of his leather I realized I didn’t mind. You only live once.

  Raised on a couple of large support columns I saw what I realized must be the office, hanging above the rest of the warehouse with large windows giving a view across the entire interior. A steep metal staircase, more ladder than steps, led to the door at the top.

  “Can you walk now? I’ll be right behind you so you don’t fall.” I smiled to myself, again pleased at his concern.

  I placed my hands on the railings aside the staircase. “Yeah I’m okay I guess.” He moved behind me and placed two hands around my waist, his fingers touching the bare skin of my stomach and his thumbs pressing gently into the denim covering the top of my ass.

  It felt good to have him behind me, half reassuring, but half good. I could feel my nipples pressing out against my bra and t-shirt. Being alone with this seemingly dangerous man out in the middle of nowhere was sending all kinds of thrills through my body. If just placing his hands around my waist can make me feel like this, I wonder what else they can do.

  I took my time going up the steps, allowing him to support me from behind. A couple of times I moved my lower body a little too quickly, causing his thumbs to slip lower and push into my butt for support, making sure I didn’t fall.

  When I got to the top of the stairs he slid right up against me, his crotch pressing just for a moment against my ass as he stepped up behind me and again wrapped his arm around my body.

  He pushed the door with his hand and it swung open. I was surprised by how brightly lit the room was. The windows along the wall which barely lit the warehouse below dominated the walls of this room flooding it with light. They’d obviously been cleaned recently too. There was a desk and a chair looking out on to the warehouse below and a small foldout camping bed set up against the back wall.

  He walked me over to the office chair and sat me down, before going to sit on the camping bed himself. I spun myself in the chair to face him, then crossed one leg over the other.

  I saw him slowly run his eyes up the boots Lucy had loaned me, up over my thighs to my newly-slashed denim shorts. He gave a grin as his eyes flicked over my bare stomach and prominent breasts before meeting my steady gaze. Did he just undress me with his eyes? I smiled at him. I don’t mind if he did.

  “I just gotta make a call. Then we’ll… talk.” He unzipped his leather jacket and pulled out a cellphone from an inside pocket. He dropped it on his lap for a minute as he pulled off the jacket completely. He must have been hot riding in the early autumn sun.

  “It’s me… Yeah… they got back okay? She’s doing what? I think we lost them, but send T-Bone and Bottle over will you? The warehouse… The new one… Yeah I got a new girl with me… later.” He hung up. “Alright we’re gonna sit tight here for about an hour. Then we’re gonna ride back with a couple of the boys.”

  I nodded. “Is Lucy okay?”

  He laughed. “Oh yeah. She’s okay alright.”

  I could see a twinkle in his eyes as he replied. I was intrigued. “What does that mean?”

  “She’s uh…” Jase seemed embarrassed.

  “She’s what? Don’t worry, I’m a big girl. And she’s my roommate anyway, I know she’s a wild one.” After a moment’s thought I added, “We both are.” At least, I want to be.

  Jase grinned. “Okay. You’re a big girl. Juicy is sucking off Brodie, you know the guy we were just with.” Juicy? That’s the second time they’ve called her that.

  I laughed. “Uhuh.” How do they know what she’s doing?

  Jase wasn’t finished yet. “And Bigfella, that’s the club president, Bigfella is you know…”

  I knew. I bit my lower lip nervously. “Is…?”

  Jase looked me in the eyes as he said, “Bigfella is fucking her from behind,” the word fucking sounded filthy when he said it. Filthy but hot. Jase continued, speaking slowly to watch the effect his words had on my face, “Brodie is sitting on the pool table, Juicy is eating him up and Bigfella is pounding her from behind.”

  I opened my mouth to speak. My mind running wildly. I didn’t say anything. No man had ever spoken to me like that, so crudely, so matter-of-factly, so dirtily about sex. But I liked it.

  Jase raised an eyebrow at me. “Shocked?”

  “Maybe a little,” I finally managed to say. Blood was pulsing through my body in a way I’d rarely experienced. I was shocked. But I was also turned on. My breath was shallow as I looked him in the eyes again. He returned my stare.

  Is he like that too? Does he bang chicks against a pool table while his buddies watch? I imagined him, Jase, holding me down as he fucked me in front of a gang of leering bikers. Disgusting. But thrilling.

  The corners of his mouth were raised slightly as he gave me a mischievous look. “You know, it’s the adrenaline. That truck. The chase. It can make people y’know…”

  I raised my eyebrows at him. I could feel my cheeks were flushed. He was right. The adrenaline did make me y’know…

  His eyes didn’t break from mine as he slowly moved towards me. He half rose from the camping bed and stooped so our faces were level. “You’re a good looking girl, Nicole,” he said, his face inches from mine. I could taste his peppermint scented breath as he spoke.

  I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could he pushed his soft plump lips against mine. All the troubles of the day fled from my mind as I was captivated by the taste of a man I’d barely met. The heady mixture of mint and leather filled my head as I slipped my fingers into his thick hair, holding his head tightly against mine. I no longer cared, barely even remembered, what we’d just gone through. The searing heat of his hot lips was all I could focus on now.

  The adrenaline that had been soaring through me the past hour had left me quivering, and now I found myself in the clutches of an arousal so strong there was nothing else. No fear. No trepidation. No worries or concern. Just a need to be filled, a hunger to be sated, a fire to quench. As our tongues thrust against each other greedily I wanted that man to take me, to hold me, to fuck me, more than I’d ever wanted anyone.

  A brief flash of the night before passed through my mind. I’d slipped my lips over the head of the cock of my so-calle
d boyfriend in his dorm, running my tongue over his shaft and head as I began to bob up and down on him, only to suffer the humiliation of him wilting in my mouth. “It’s not you, it’s me,” he’d said. And now I believed him. We’d never kissed like this. I’d never felt the desperate urge to be taken that I was feeling now.

  One of my hands with a mind of its own slipped out of the biker’s hair and down his body. It grabbed at his firm buttocks greedily, before sliding round to the front of his jeans. My hand told me that he was hard. Big and hard. My fingers grabbed him through his jeans, feeling how impossibly tightly they were constricting his girth.

  He moaned as I squeezed him through his pants. God he feels big. And a girl’s got needs. I could feel myself hot and burning between my legs, wet and ready for anything. Please take me. Throw me down on that shitty bed and fuck me!

  I reached my other hand down to his jeans and grabbed at the belt buckle, blindly trying to get it open. He broke off from the kiss. “Not yet.” He pushed our lips back together as his hands pulled mine away from his crotch. Fuck. They’ll be here in an hour.

  I let out a disappointed moan as he removed my hands, but a moment later it turned to an excited squeal as he ran his hands roughly up my thighs, his thumbs pushing and rubbing against the crotch of my jean-shorts. Even through the denim his touch was enough to make me gasp as he rudely pressed against my most intimate parts through the fabric. Oh shit. What’s he going to do? Is he going to—

  Then his hands were on the waist of my shorts. The button was undone in a second and then the tiny zipper. His mouth broke away from mine as his attention shifted below. He yanked at the waist as he forced the shorts down over my ass, lifting me up by my thighs with his forearms as he slipped them down. A moment later he pulled them off over my boots and then they were tossed unceremoniously onto the little bed.

  My legs were spread wide and vulnerable as I sat in the office chair, his hands holding my legs in the air.

  Before I could make a sound Jase attacked me with his mouth, burying it in my damp panties. I felt his rough stubble against my thighs as he kissed me through the flimsy fabric that stood between my wet sex and his mouth.

  I loved it. I hated it. I loved watching his head buried between my legs, and I moaned as his mouth and tongue finished the job of saturating my panties. I hated that fabric, a barrier between me and the heaven of his hot mouth and squirming tongue.

  I couldn’t take the teasing and a moment later I was roughly pulling my panties down, squirming as I wriggled out of them. As I got them down to my knees he began to raise his head away from me. I couldn’t let that happen. With a yank I pulled the biker’s head back down by his thick hair and let out a moan as his firm tongue thrust immediately inside me.

  He wriggled it around inside me before letting it slide out and attacking my nub of pleasure. Soon my right thigh was resting on his shoulder as his corresponding fingers, first one, and then two, found their way inside of me.

  I groaned and held his head tight against me, giving little thrusts of my hips to match the thrusts of his fingers and teasing of his tongue.

  I lost myself in Jase, in the moment, in the pleasure. I don’t know how long it lasted. I remember the first time I came, his tongue rapidly flicking over my clit and fingers thrust deep inside me as I felt my pussy clench and thighs and stomach quiver. And then again when my clit disappeared between his hot sucking lips and his fingers come-hithered inside me. In a few minutes Jase managed to do what Mark had never done in our months of lackluster dating: give me a thigh quaking orgasm.

  I was letting out a noise somewhere between a squeal, a growl and a prayer when suddenly Jase was gone. His head lifted up from between my legs and I opened my eyes as my hands slipped out from their grip on his hair. The roaring in my ears faded as I slowly returned to my surroundings. My wet pussy suddenly felt cold without the heat of Jase down there, and I self-consciously closed my legs, putting my feet up on the chair and pulling my knees against my chest.

  “Well, shit.” Jase sounded pissed off.

  What did I do? I began to panic. But then I heard it. The sound of an engine outside. Has it been an hour already?

  Chapter Four

  “Is that,” I tried to remember their names for a moment before giving up, “the guys?” It was too many new names in one day.

  “Does that sound like two Harley Dyna Super Glides to you?” His voice sounded irritated. I wilted a little inside. What’s he mad at me for? I hugged myself tightly, suddenly feeling chilly as my arousal faded. It was clear that whatever was happening, the fun was over for now.

  Jase got on his knees and dragged out a long, rectangular padlocked box. With the aid of his ring of keys he unlocked it and reached inside. I gasped as he pulled out a gun of some kind. I guessed it was a shotgun, though my only previous experience with a gun was standing in line behind a cop at Dunkin’ Donuts. And the cop wasn’t carrying a shotgun.

  “Sorry babe. Sorry for snapping.”

  I gave a soft smile. “Uh, that’s okay.” Despite the fact I was in a dusty warehouse in the middle of nowhere with a worried looking, armed biker, I felt relieved.

  “Would you believe me if I said that we’re the good guys?” He looked me in the eyes and in that moment, I believed him. This new world I’d entered was so far away from everything I’d ever known, that I didn’t even know what ‘good’ or ‘bad’ meant in this context. But in that moment I truly did trust Jase, and I knew he was one of the good guys.

  I grabbed his hand for a moment. “I’m sorry, I’m not used to this.”

  “Don’t worry. You never get used to it. You get better at it, but you never get used to it. Now, can you fit under there?” He nodded at the camp bed as he pumped a shell into the shotgun.

  I frowned. The floor was kind of dirty. But what choice did I have? “Could you pass me my, uh…”

  Jase gave a tight smile and tossed me my underwear and shorts. I pulled them on as he gave a final wistful look and a sigh. “Promise we can continue this later?”

  “Promise,” I said, giving him a peck on the cheek. I watched for a moment as he gently opened the sliding window above the desk, giving him a clear view to the entrance down below.

  I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled over to the camp bed. Just as I was about to get down on to my stomach I felt a sharp smack on my ass. I grinned.

  “Sorry. But goddamn, dat ass…”

  It’s nice to feel wanted. A moment later I dropped flat onto my belly and crawled into the dusty space beneath the camp bed, hidden from view. As I lay there I savored the gentle warmth that blossomed across my ass where his palm had struck.

  Watching Jase’s boots from my hidey-hole the full extent of what had happened to me the last couple of hours came crashing down on me. What the hell have I gotten myself into? I’m not this kind of girl. I should be studying.

  I heard the faint sound of the warehouse entrance sliding open and an unintelligible voice.

  “Well, shit.” Jase said softly.

  And then, the first shot rang out.

  Chapter Five

  Jase

  He rested on the desk, the barrel of the gun pointing down through the sliding window to the door of the warehouse below. It was the only way in or out. If whoever it was outside was coming in, that’d be their means of entry.

  Jase swallowed nervously, and then gave a half-smile as he once again tasted the girl, Nicole. Goddamn she tastes sweet. Why’d we have to get interrupted? She’s gonna be so pissed off at all this.

  Jase’s mind begin to wander. What would he do to her, with her, when he finally got some real alone time? Just as his imagination was beginning to get away from him he was brought back to the moment in a rush.

  The door creaked as someone grabbed its handle, and then roared as it was dragged open. “Oh shit,” he said to himself, his voice soft so as not to draw attention.

  Jase clutched the shotgun tight, his right eye staring down the
barrel at the door below, hardly believing what he was seeing.

  Two skinny men holding handguns pointed out in front of them stood framed in the doorway by the sunlight streaking in from behind them. An easy target if he didn’t mess up. Who are these jokers? Haven’t they ever stormed a building before?

  Jase’s finger rested on the trigger. Things would get very difficult, and possibly messy if this didn’t go according to plan. But for once, things went right.

  Before the men could get too far in to the warehouse the tatted biker squeezed his trigger finger. The firearm roared and one man dropped to the ground, sending his gun clattering.

  The other man let out a yelp followed by, “Shit!” His mouth opened and his eyes widened, looking around frantically for the source of the gunshot as Jase pumped another shell into the gun. Bang. He didn’t stand a chance.

  Didn’t put up much of a fight, did they? “Got ’em!” Jase laughed and got up from his prone position across the desk. God I hope she isn’t too pissed off. We better get down there fast though.

  Chapter Six

  Nicole

  “Well, shit.” Jase said softly.

  There was a pause, and then the first shot rang out.

  I lay under the bed quaking. What on earth have I gotten myself into? I thought I’d be drinking and partying not getting shot at. I should have stayed in the dorm. Damn Lucy for letting me come with her!

  My eyes were closed as I heard another shot ring out. It wasn’t how I’d imagined a gun battle; not at all like how guns sound on TV or in the movies. But what did I know?

  Jase let out a laugh. “Got ’em”. Who is this guy? He’s laughing? I was shaking under the bed. “Come on, let’s have a look at these punks.”

  I let out a whimper. “No, please. I hate blood.” Little did I know that I’d be seeing a lot of it over the coming days and weeks.

 

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