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by Cassie Alexandra

He stepped closer to me and slid his arms around my waist. “I swear, I’ll leave, if you still want me to,” he whispered, staring down at my mouth.

  Bad mistake, I thought, feeling my body already begin to respond. Just the feel of his arms around me was making my stomach quiver.

  “I’m sure I will,” I lied, more to myself then him.

  He smiled and then leaned forward, kissing me gently. I closed my eyes, feeling a surge of excitement as his tongue slid into my mouth. His mouth was hot and he tasted like spearmint and beer, it was an oddly seductive mix. I slid my hand up to the back of his neck and began kissing him back, wanting more. Needing more. The man was as bad as a drug. The addicting kind.

  Trevor growled in the back of his throat and pulled away. “Take a ride with me,” he said, sliding his hands over my ass. He pressed his hips against mine and I could feel his hardness, teasing me. “Please. I’ve got to have you.”

  “I… I can’t,” I whispered, his words making me wetter than the birdbath out front.

  “You can,” he murmured, moving his lips to my neck. “Fuck me, you smell good.”

  “The neighbors are watching,” I whispered, noting that the woman across the street was looking through her blinds.

  “Oh, yeah? Well, this show is all mine,” he whispered, backing me into the house. When my shoulders hit the closet door, he pulled me back against his chest, and began kissing me again, this time much more hungrily. Then one of his hands were on my breast, the other on my ass. He started squeezing booth, while grinding his hips into mine, letting me know what his intentions were.

  I moaned, kissing him back as he raised my dress and touched my thong.

  “Fuck, you’re killing me,” he growled, slamming the door shut with the back of his boot. “I need to be inside of you. Now.”

  “What are you doing?” I squealed, as he picked up.

  His blue eyes burned into mine. His pupils were large. “Where’s your bedroom?”

  “Upstairs, but we can’t. My mother will be home soon.”

  “This is your house, too?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you an adult?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then let’s go act like adults,” he said, heading toward the stairs. Seconds later, we were in my bedroom and he was locking the door.

  “I… I don’t think this is a good idea,” I said.

  He turned around and began removing his leather jacket. “Let me do the thinking.”

  I smiled nervously.

  He hung his jacket on my door and glanced around the room. It was still painted purple and I had the same frilly bedspread, covering my mattress, the one that I had when I was a teenager.

  He chuckled.

  “What?”

  “The only thing missing are posters of boy-bands and puppies. You certainly have enough stuffed animals and… unicorns.”

  “I used to collect them,” I said, glancing at all the figurines.

  He removed his leather cut and hung it over the jacket. Then he pulled his T-shirt out of his jeans and began taking it off. “I used to collect rocks and crystals, before my old man threw them out one day. Then I just didn’t bother with it anymore. Nothing wrong with wanting to collect things.”

  “I agree,” I replied, staring at his tattooed, muscular chest and arms. “And, I think that’s great. Collecting rocks and crystals.”

  He walked over to me and touched my necklace. “Speaking of,” said Trevor. “I want to see you naked, wearing this and nothing else,” he said, his eyes burning into mine.

  I looked down at it, my cheeks burning red.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful. Come here.” He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled my face to his, kissing me hard.

  I melted into Trevor, the very last of my resolve, gone. I couldn’t wait to feel his cock moving deep inside of me. Just the thought of it made my sex tighten up.

  His kisses became more demanding as my hand moved to the hard bulge hidden in his jeans. As I began stroking him, his tongue plunged deep, filling my mouth the way we both wanted him to fill my sex.

  “I’m going to explode, I want you so fucking bad, Kitten,” he growled into my neck as I squeezed his cock through his jeans. I could feel the long, hard, length of him through the cotton and it made me want to hump his leg, like a bitch in heat.

  He pulled my dress up and over my hips, then slid his hand to the front of my thong where he cupped my mound. “Fuck,” he whispered, using his knuckles to stroke my clit through the fabric. “I need to be inside of you. You want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes,” I moaned, digging my nails into his arm. “Oh God, yes.”

  He slid one of his fingers into me. “You’re so wet.”

  Whimpering in pleasure I unbuttoned his jeans and slid my hand under his boxers, grappling his cock. The size alone almost brought me to my knees. I couldn’t wait to ride him.

  Gasping, he grabbed my wrist as I began stroking him. “Hold on, there, Darlin’. I won’t last.”

  I smiled.

  He kicked his jeans and boxers down to the floor, his cock bobbing as he pushed them aside with his foot. I could almost taste the pre-cum dripping on the end and it made me even more wet.

  ***

  Raptor

  My dick was so hard that two more strokes would have done me in. I made her stop and got rid of my jeans. Then I walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. “Undress for me,” I said, staring up at her.

  Her cheeks turned pink.

  I grinned. “Come on, Kitten. Don’t be shy. Turn around.”

  She did and I unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor and she kicked it away. As she was about to turn back around, I stopped her.

  “Hold on. I need to look at this pretty little ass of yours,” I said, grabbing it with both hands.

  She squealed as I leaned forward and bit her left cheek, playfully.

  “That hurts,” she said, trying to move away.

  “Let me kiss it then,” I said, bringing my mouth back to her creamy skin. I licked where it was pink and she began to relax.

  “You’ve got a sweet ass,” I said, moving a finger down the length of her thong, to her slit, which was dripping wet.

  She moaned.

  I licked my lips. “Spread your legs, more.”

  Adriana, did as she was told.

  I shoved my thumb into her hole as I circled and wiggled around on her clit with my other two fingers. Moaning, she leaned forward, holding her knees and I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed a taste of that that peach. I turned her around, picked her up, and sat her on my face.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped, as I slid her G-string to the side and began licking her pussy.

  “Ah… ah…”

  I stopped and looked up at her. “Is this okay?”

  Adriana stared at me through her lashes. “Yes,” she murmured, her face flushed. “Very.”

  Grabbing her hips, I plunged my tongue, deep into her hole, tickling her clit with my nose. Moaning, she leaned forward and grabbed the headboard, to steady herself as I licked and sucked in the places that I knew drove women crazy.

  “Yes,” whimpered, as my tongue moved faster. “Oh my God, Trevor…”

  Noticing that she still had her bra on, I paused, sliding my hand up to her breasts. I tugged at it. “Take this off.”

  I could feel her legs trembling as she unclasped her bra and threw it aside.

  “Beautiful,” I whispered.

  She had perfect breasts. Not too big. Not too small. Plus, they were real. Unlike Brandy’s.

  Staring up at her gorgeous body, I continued to work her clit with my tongue, while I stared up at her breasts. Reaching up, I grabbed one, enjoying the softness and weight in my palm. I squeezed it and then my hand went to the other, this time pinching her nipple. Moaning, she leaned back and grabbed my cock, stroking it.

  Resisting the urge to let her keep pumping my cock, I stopped her and flipped us over.

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  Adriana

  Trevor got back between my legs and began licking my clit again. His rhythm was steady, as he followed up with his fingers inside of my sex. He kept a slow, steady pressure, rubbing back and forth while continually teasing me with his expert tongue. I began to squirm, feeling my orgasm build.

  “Yes,” I whimpered. “Keep doing that.”

  Staring up at me with hooded eyes, he began to put extra pressure on my clit, his tongue more demanding and his fingers knowing exactly where I needed them. It didn’t take long before it all got to me and I was crying out, my hips convulsing as I came.

  “Mm… Kitten, you’re so sexy,” Trevor whispered, licking me as the tremors subsided. “I can’t wait to get inside of-”

  The sound of the doorbell shocked us both.

  “Oh my God,” I said, jumping out of bed.

  “Ignore it.”

  My heart was pounding a mile a minute. I felt like a teenager who was about to get caught, doing something bad. “What if it’s my mother? She could be locked out of the house.”

  He sighed. “Doesn’t she have a spare key?”

  “Yes, probably,” I said, peeking outside of my bedroom window. What I saw parked in front of my house made my heart actually stop.

  “Can you see anything?”

  I backed away from the window and headed to my dresser. “There’s an unmarked police car here,” I said, grabbing a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. I looked at him. “Do you think they’re here because of Jason?”

  “Probably,” he said, grabbing his jeans. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to get you into trouble. I guess I fucked that this up pretty badly. I didn’t think he’d talk.”

  “He almost raped me,” I said, pulling up the sweats. “If anyone should be in trouble, it should be him. Wait up here. I’ll tell them that I don’t know you.”

  “No, I’ll come with you. I’m not going to hide.”

  The doorbell rang again.

  “It’s easier this way,” I said, pulling my T-shirt over my head as I walked out of my bedroom. I ran down the steps and opened the door. There were two cops, a male and a female.

  “Can I help you?”

  “Are you Adriana Nikolas?” asked the woman, her expression grim.

  “Yes.”

  She showed me her badge. “I’m Detective Tabitha Williams, and this is my partner, Jeremy Stone. We’d like to come in and ask you a few questions.”

  “About what?”

  “Your friend, Krystal Blake.”

  I stared at her in confusion. “Krystal? I don’t understand. Why are you here asking about her?”

  “She’s missing.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  “Missing,” I repeated, the blood rushing to my head. “What do you mean, missing? I just left her about two hours ago.”

  “That’s what we’d like to talk to you about, Ms. Nikolas,” answered Detective Stone. He turned and nodded toward Trevor’s bike. “Whose motorcycle is that in your driveway?”

  “It’s mine,” said Trevor, coming up behind me. He put his arm around my shoulder. “Can you tell us what’s going on?”

  “And you are?” asked Detective Williams.

  “He’s a friend,” I answered quickly. “Look, you said Krystal was missing. What exactly do you mean by that? I just left her about an hour ago.”

  “Let’s go inside and we’ll talk about it,” replied Detective Williams.

  “Fine,” I said, moving back to let them in.

  The two detectives followed us into the living room and we all sat down.

  “I spoke to Krystal’s mother and she mentioned that you were meeting her this evening?” asked Detective Stone.

  “Yes. I met her at Club Hideaway and then shortly afterward I gave her a ride to her car.”

  “You dropped her off at her car?” asked the woman. “Where was that?”

  Trevor actually gave them the address but it was obvious that the detectives both knew where her car had been parked.

  “That’s where you and your gang hang out, isn’t it?” asked Detective Williams, nodding toward Trevor’s cut. “The Gold Vipers?”

  “It’s our clubhouse.”

  “Excuse me, what did you same your name was?” she asked, pulling out a small notepad.

  “I didn’t. It’s Raptor,” he replied.

  “Raptor?” She stared at him, a cool smile on her face. “Could you give us your birth name? That would make things so much easier.”

  “Sure. It’s Trevor Larson.”

  She wrote it down. “And, what is your relationship with Ms. Nikolas?”

  “Why does it matter?” he asked, frowning.

  “We’re investigating a woman’s disappearance, Mr. Larson. We need to know as much we can about Krystal and the people in her life, to help in this investigation. Obviously, Ms. Nikolas and Krystal are friends. I imagine,” she looked at my hair. “That you and Ms. Nikolas are lovers?”

  Embarrassed, I touched my hair, which felt like it was in total disarray. I could only imagine my appearance after what had just happened upstairs.

  “We’re halfway there,” replied Trevor with a straight face.

  My cheeks turned scarlet.

  Detective Williams smirked. “Well, we apologize for interrupting your plans for the evening. We only have a few questions for you and then you can get back to whatever it is you were doing.”

  “Right. I doubt will be doing anything after this news,” said Trevor, looking at me. “We need to find her.”

  “Understandable. Now, have you met Krystal before, Mr. Larson?” she asked.

  “Yes,” he said. “I’m tight with Krystal’s Old Man. He’s my brother.”

  “Your brother, as in your club brother?” she asked.

  “We may not be blood related, but he’s my brother in every important sense. I’d take a fucking knife for him,” he replied.

  “I’m sure you would,” she said, her smile fake. “And he’d probably do the same for you, I take it?”

  “I would hope so,” said Trevor, studying her. “Kind of like you two, right? You’d take a bullet for your partner?”

  The two detectives looked at each other, but didn’t comment.

  “Who reported Krystal missing?” I asked, losing my patience.

  “We’ll get to that,” said Detective Stone, clearing his throat. “First off, Ms. Nikolas, could you tell us what happened when you dropped her off at her car?”

  I explained how we opened the gate and went on to tell them how I’d watched Krystal get in and start her car. “Then, I left.”

  “So, you left right away?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  He brushed a piece of lint from his slacks and then looked at me again. “Did you see anyone else in the parking lot?”

  “No,” I said, feeling my chest tighten. Had someone been hiding in the parking lot? “You said she was missing. Has she been abducted?”

  “That’s what we’re trying to find out,” replied Detective Williams.

  I looked at Trevor. “Oh my God,” I said, feeling my eyes fill with tears. “She’s my best friend. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to her,” I said, trying not to cry.

  He grabbed my hand. “I’m sure Krystal will be fine. If they don’t find her, we will.” He looked at Detective Stone. “Have you spoken to Tank?”

  “Her boyfriend?” he said. “Yes. He said he doesn’t know anything.”

  “I still don’t understand what’s going on,” I said, sniffling. I leaned over and grabbed a tissue from the coffee table. “When I left her, she was in her car and ready to leave. Could she have driven to someone’s house? Maybe she’s just hanging out somewhere. In fact, I’ll try calling her now,” I said, standing up.

  “Her car is still at the clubhouse,” said Detective Stone. “So is her purse and her cell phone. The keys were in the ignition and the car was running when we arrived at the scene.”

  “But she wasn’t there
?” I asked, sitting back down.

  “No. The driver’s side door was open and,” Detective Stone looked at his partner and then back at me, “it looks like she lost one of her shoes.”

  I stared at him in horror. This was definitely foul play. There was no doubt in my mind. “Oh God, you have to find her,” I said, now crying. “Please!”

  Trevor put his arm around me. “She’ll be found, Babe. I swear, we’ll find her.”

  “Hopefully one of us will find her in the next twenty-four hours,” said Detective Stone. “That’s why we need to ask you some more questions.”

  “How did you hear about this?” asked Trevor. “That she was missing? Did on of my crew call you?”

  “We’re not sure who called in the tip,” said Detective Williams. “All we know is that it was a woman.”

  “What did she say?” asked Trevor. “Did the caller see who did it?”

  “She wasn’t sure, it was pretty dark, except for one street light. She said that she was driving by the clubhouse and noticed a woman getting dragged into a van by two men, both wearing masks,” said Detective Williams. “The caller became frightened when one of the men noticed her vehicle, so she sped off.”

  “Did she say if they wearing cuts or jackets with club patches?” asked Trevor.

  “She didn’t say and unfortunately, we haven’t been able to trace her call,” said Detective Stone.

  “I need to call Slammer or Tank. See if they know what’s going on,” said Trevor, more to himself.

  “We’ve spoken to Tank and his father. We also spoke to everyone who was inside of your clubhouse at the time. Nobody seems to know anything,” said the woman, looking frustrated. “Which, I guess would make sense since the windows are boarded up and nobody can see in or out.”

  “Believe me, if Tank or any of my brothers would have seen this shit go down, the fuckers would be caught by now,” said Trevor.

  “I don’t get it,” I said, looking at all of them. “Why would two men in a van kidnap her? Especially, wearing masks? It’s like it was planned or something.”

  “It almost looks that way, doesn’t it,” replied Detective Stone, a strange smile on his face.