by Opal Carew
The waiter nodded. “Well, good evening, sir. Ma’am.” Then he continued on his way.
When they stepped out the door, Donovan tugged her along with him down the sidewalk and through a glass door to the parking garage next to the bar. He jabbed the button for the elevator. Another couple was approaching so she didn’t bring up their conversation again.
“We’re not taking the limo?” she asked. Donovan had been drinking and the idea of getting into a car with him made her nervous.
“No, I brought the ’vette.”
She wanted to protest, but she knew it would do no good. In fact, the more she protested, the more likely he was to drive recklessly, just to scare her.
The other couple followed them into the elevator and they rode it down to P2. Donovan slid his arm around her waist and when the doors opened, he guided her forward. The door closed on the other couple behind them.
“Donovan, I know you’re upset, but we need to talk about this.”
But he walked faster through the cavernous parking garage, her shoes clacking against the concrete floor. He held her elbow now and she raced to keep up with him, her feet aching in the high-heeled shoes, barely stopping herself from toppling over.
“Where are we going?” she asked as they kept on walking. Where there had been lots of cars parked near the elevator, as they continued, the empty parking spaces were more plentiful, until finally there were almost no cars around at all.
A quiver ran down her spine at how isolated she felt. Relieved, she saw his sleek, black, vintage Corvette parked ahead. Once in the car, she could talk. Even though she didn’t want to be in the car while he was driving, at least he would have to listen. He might not like that she was breaking free of his control by breaking up with him, but what could he really do about it? He couldn’t force her up to his apartment, and there’s no way she was going with him of her own free will.
She breathed a sigh of relief as they approached the car, but that relief was short-lived as he turned suddenly and thrust her against a big, concrete post, knocking the wind from her. Her clutch purse fell from her hands and she instinctively went to pick it up, but he shoved her back again and slapped her hard across the face. She stared up at him, dazed, her cheek stinging.
“What the fuck are you thinking?” His dark eyes glinted in anger as he glared at her. “You don’t end it with me. If and when we end this relationship, it will be because I decide to end it. When I’m tired of you.” His face jerked close to hers. “Do you understand?”
At his harsh, uncompromising tone, she found herself nodding. Her stomach twisted.
Oh, God, what am I doing? I can’t let him get away with treating me like this.
But fear kept her from arguing with him. She was alone and isolated and she really didn’t know what he would do if she didn’t do as she was told.
He pulled her into an aggressive kiss, his tongue driving deep into her mouth. Her jaw ached as he forced it wide with his thrusts, then she felt his hand glide up her thigh. She pressed her hand against his chest to push him away. His fingers slid under her dress and stroked the crotch of her panties. Panic vaulted through her and she pushed against him.
Somehow she got her mouth free. “No.” But no matter how hard she pushed, she couldn’t budge him. He was bigger and stronger than she was and she felt totally helpless. She wanted to scream, but he thrust his body tighter against hers, crushing her to the concrete pillar, then he grabbed her face and took her lips again. As his tongue drove inside her again, his fingers pulled at the elastic of her panties.
She shivered, knowing he was going to take her right here in the garage.
“I think the lady would like you to leave her alone.”
Donovan pulled his mouth away and glared at her, shriveling the budding idea she had to call to the other man for help. Without turning around, his gaze still locked with hers, he said sharply, “Get lost. This is none of your business.”
* * *
“I’m making it my business.”
It was all Wild Card could do not to grab the guy and pull him off her. As soon as he’d seen the guy practically drag the woman from the bar, he’d known there was trouble brewing. He’d followed them from the bar, then taken the stairs to catch up to them. As he’d been crossing the garage, he’d seen the guy slap her across the face. Now he had the obviously frightened woman pinned against a pillar and he was mauling her. Wild Card’s heart pounded as protective instincts surged through him.
The guy finally turned. At six foot two, Wild Card knew he made an intimidating sight, especially with his leather jacket and studded riding gloves.
The other man straightened, sizing up his opponent. “You don’t get it. She loves this. Pretending to be taken in an alleyway or a parking garage, that gets her off. Especially if she can fight it.” He turned to her. “Right, sweetheart?”
She said nothing, and he laughed and stroked her cheek. “And she loves to play timid.”
Wild Card’s hands clenched as the man turned back to face him.
“I don’t believe you,” Wild Card said.
The guy’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Wild Card, then he shrugged and smiled.
“Tell you what. I’ll give you a thousand dollars to fuck her. Right here, right now.” He grinned. “And I remember seeing you in the bar with a bunch of friends. Why don’t you call them in, too, and you can all have a go? A real gangbang.” He had a nasty glitter in his eyes. “I know she would love that.”
“Really?” Wild Card raised an eyebrow and stepped closer, looking interested. “And what would you be doing?” he asked.
He turned back to the woman and his gaze glided down her body. “I’d just watch.”
Wild Card finally allowed the anger and contempt he felt to show on his face.
“Then why the fuck do we need you?”
He drew back his fist and slugged the sleazy face of the asshole, knocking him back against his shiny, sleek car, then he grabbed him by the shoulders, pulled him back to his feet, and slugged him again. This time he left him in a heap on the ground.
He grabbed the woman’s hand. “Come on.”
He drew her along, but she couldn’t go fast in those heels, so he scooped her over his shoulder and carried her.
“No, please, just let me go.”
“And when Asshole here wakes up, what do you think he’ll do to you?”
Luckily, his bike wasn’t parked too far away. He plopped her on the seat. It was better to have his passenger behind him, but he didn’t want her jumping off at a light, so he had her in front. She was frightened and panicky and might do something stupid.
“Here, put this on.” He handed her his spare helmet.
“No, I—”
“Don’t argue.” He pushed it onto her head and buckled it, then pulled on his own helmet and started up the bike.
He took off down the street. Fuck, he had no idea what he was going to do with this woman, but he knew that taking her to her home was the worst thing to do. Once that guy woke up, he’d probably go straight to find her and take out his anger on her.
There was only one thing he could do. He turned onto the highway and headed into the night.
* * *
Laurie shivered as the bike sped along the highway.
First, Donovan had nearly raped her in the parking garage, then—God, she still couldn’t believe it—had offered her to a bunch of bikers to be gang raped. The biker had knocked Donavon out, and kidnapped her. Now he was probably taking her back to where his gang was, to …
She choked back a sob, not wanting to think about what they’d do to her.
And, idiot that she was, she almost felt protected within the confines of his strong arms. He’d seemed to show concern about what Donovan would do to her once he woke up, but she knew she was just looking for a knight in shining armor—or leather, in this case—to save the day. But she had to rely on herself. Allowing a man any kind of control over her, even to save he
r, was a big mistake. It was a lesson she’d learned from Donovan that she would never forget.
They pulled off the highway and rode along a long curved road. They’d been traveling for about a half hour. She shivered uncontrollably now, as much from the cold as from fear. The man must have felt her trembling because he tightened his arm around her waist and pulled her tighter to his solid, muscular chest. She didn’t fight. Just rested back against him, saving her energy for what would come.
Twenty minutes later, he turned onto a smaller road and wound through the trees until they reached an unpaved road. He drove along the gravel surface until they finally pulled up to a clearing where a large log house stood. He stopped the bike in front of the house.
He unfastened his helmet and pulled it off. As he dismounted the bike, she began to shiver again, then realized she’d stopped trembling for a while when his arm had been wrapped around her. The warmth of his body had helped. He reached for the strap under her chin and unfastened it, then tugged the helmet from her head.
He lifted her from the bike like she weighed nothing and set her on her feet. He was big, tattooed, and dangerous-looking, with hazel eyes and dark blond hair spiked on top and short on the sides.
Her heart pounded in her chest. Her hands clenched into fists, feeling empty without her small clutch purse, which must still be lying on the ground in the parking garage. With her cell phone inside.
“Come on.” He took her hand and led her toward the house. They stepped from the dirt surface, where the bike was parked, to grass. It was difficult walking because the tiny tips of her stiletto heels kept digging into the soil. She stumbled and the man grasped her elbow, keeping her steady. Unlike Donovan, he moved at a slow enough pace so that she could keep her balance and keep up with him.
He opened the front door and led her inside. It was dark and she couldn’t see much of the place. Just shadowy shapes of furniture illuminated by moonlight coming in the windows.
“Please, just let me go,” she pleaded.
“Look, I’m not going to hurt you. I promise you that.”
He led her forward, then turned on a light over a stairway.
She shook her head. “How can I? You just kidnapped me.”
“I saved you from a douche bag.”
He guided her up the stairs, his big hand pressed to the small of her back, and then they walked down the hallway past several doors. He stopped at the door at the end of the hallway, then he opened it.
He flicked on the light and her eyes widened as she saw a big bed in the center of the room.
“No, please.” She tried to pull away from him, but he grabbed her arm.
“I told you, I’m not going to hurt you.” His mouth compressed into a flat line. “But you’re not going to believe that.” He scowled. “Okay, come with me.”
Hope sprang through her that maybe he was going to let her go, but then he opened another door and her heart sank as she saw it was another bedroom. He went to the bedside table, with her still in tow, and opened the drawer, then drew something out.
Handcuffs.
She began to struggle as he tugged her back to the other room again, and his strong hand tightened around her wrist. Then cold steel flashed across her skin as he fastened a cuff around her wrist. He dragged her toward the bed.
“No,” she wailed, shaking her head wildly. Tears prickled at her eyes.
The last time she’d had sex with Donovan, he’d convinced her to let him handcuff her, then he’d wrapped his hands around her throat and squeezed until she’d almost fainted. She was sure what she would experience with this big, rough biker would be far worse than anything Donovan had done to her.
“Look, I just need you to stay here,” he said. “We’re a long way out, and if you bolt, especially in the middle of the night, you could get hurt.”
He fastened the other cuff around one of the posts of the headboard, then he pulled back the big comforter on the bed. “Get in.”
She bit her lower lip, but lay down on the bed. He reached for her ankle and she stiffened, but he just pulled off first one shoe, then the other one, and dropped them on the floor, then he covered her with the comforter.
“Just get some sleep. We’ll talk about this in the morning when you’ve had time to calm down.”
He stepped back and she just stared at him, sucking in big breaths. He walked to the door and opened it, then paused and turned back to her.
“I’m sorry about this.”
Then he turned out the light and closed the door behind him.
* * *
Steele pulled up in front of the cabin Killer had arranged for them to stay at while they were here. It belonged to his brother who was out of the country for the summer, but allowed Killer to use it whenever he liked.
Steele dismounted his bike, then pulled off his helmet. It had been an enjoyable evening carousing around the town. They’d eaten in a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant with only a handful of tables, but it had the best burger he’d ever eaten. Killer had recommended the place when Rip had told him how much Steele loved his burgers.
Afterward, the guys had insisted on taking him to a strip club. When they’d first suggested it, he was worried Raven would be uncomfortable, but he should have known better than that by now. The woman seemed up for pretty much anything. In fact, he was surprised she hadn’t starting stuffing bills in strippers’ G-strings.
He was pretty sure it had fired her up, though. On the way back, as he watched Rip riding behind him in his rearview mirror, he was pretty sure she was stroking Rip’s cock through his jeans as they drove. Seeing that, after watching the naked gyrating women at the club, had him pretty fucking hot, too. He hoped that now that they were back at the cabin, Raven would be up for a good fuck with all of them. Or even a special birthday fuck just for him.
But when Raven climbed off Rip’s bike, Rip tugged her into a deep kiss, his hands cupping her round ass and pulling her tight to him. Then he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the door. Steele and the others followed them inside.
“See you guys tomorrow,” Rip said as the two of them scurried up the stairs.
Rip had met Raven when they’d passed through his hometown for a wedding a few weeks ago, and he’d fallen head over heels for her. Her real name was Hayley, but Rip had dubbed her Raven because of her glossy black hair, and the name had stuck.
Steele had never seen Rip happier, and Raven seemed to be living on cloud nine, too. She had blossomed since she’d joined them a few weeks ago, and Steele had a feeling she’d be around for quite a while.
He sighed and walked into the kitchen, then grabbed himself a glass of water and downed it. Not as good as a cold shower, but it helped his parched throat.
Shock grabbed a few beers from the fridge. “Want one, birthday boy?”
Steele leaned against the counter, his cock aching. “Naw. What I want requires an available female.”
Shock chuckled. “You and me both. Too bad Raven and Rip took off so fast.” He shrugged. “But they deserve alone time, too.”
No one could argue that both Rip and Raven weren’t generous with her favors.
“That’s the truth.” Steele filled his glass again, halfway, then downed it.
“Well, the guys and I are going to play some cards. I’d ask you to join us, but maybe the best thing for you to do is to turn in.” He grinned. “You can go enjoy your birthday present.”
One of the gifts the guys had given him was a couple of porn flicks, and the master bedroom had a TV and a Blu-ray player.
Steele chuckled, then pushed away from the counter and headed up the stairs. Getting some sleep was a good idea. Then he’d get up tomorrow and just enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful lake beside the cabin. As he walked up the stairs, he slid his hand over the inside pocket of his jacket to feel the two Blu-rays there. But he could put off sleep for a little, just to relieve the tension.
* * *
A sound jarred Laurie from the light
, fitful sleep she’d fallen into and she clutched the big fluffy comforter closer around her with her unbound hand. She was covered from head to toe, peering out from inside the cocoon.
Was the biker coming back to take her?
The door opened and the light flicked on. In the doorway stood an even bigger, tougher-looking biker. He didn’t even glance her way, just closed the door behind him and stripped off his black leather jacket. He pulled something out of the pocket and tossed the garment on the dresser, then opened the doors of the armoire at the end of the bed to reveal a big TV. He turned it on, then put a disc into the player below it.
Images of naked people appeared on the screen. It was obviously lead-in credits for a porn film. He watched for a few moments, then pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing bulging muscles and a snake tattoo coiling around his bicep then across his chest. Her heart raced as he unzipped his jeans and dropped them to the floor, then stepped out of them.
She held her breath when she saw him hook his thumbs in the elastic of his boxers, then push them down. Oh, God, he was going to get into bed with her and … He was going to force her to—
Her breath caught when he stood up.
God, she’d never seen a cock that big. She’d never even imagined a cock that big. Even though it was just starting to swell with need, it was gigantic. And frightening. Impressive. And intimidating.
He turned toward the bed and she sucked in a breath.
His eyes narrowed as his gaze jerked to her.
“What the hell?” He grabbed the covers and tossed them back, ripping away her only protection.
* * *
Steele stared at the woman lying in his bed. The sight of her long, shapely legs and slim, but curvy body sent blood straight to his groin. She shifted back and a chain clinked. That’s when he realized one of her wrists was handcuffed to the headboard.
Fuck, this was why Shock had suggested he turn in. Not to watch porn, but to enjoy the birthday present awaiting him in his bed!
He smiled. “Well, hello there.”
Should he slide his cock in her sweet, luscious mouth first, or glide into her hot, melting pussy?