by Opal Carew
Then Rip’s cock slid into her, too. Once he was fully immersed, she sucked in a deep breath. She couldn’t believe these two big men were inside her at the same time.
She tightened around Rip, and he groaned.
“Ah, fuck, baby. That feels so good,” Rip said. He kissed her then smiled. “You ready?”
She glanced at Steele again, and felt the heat of his gaze, desire glowing in his eyes, and she nodded.
“Okay.” Rip drew her into a kiss, moving his mouth on hers passionately as he drew back, then thrust into her.
His big, thick cock stretched her as it moved in and out, sending her pulse skyrocketing. Behind her, Magic began to move, finding a rhythm with Rip, and soon the two of them were thrusting into her, driving her pleasure higher and higher. She clung to Rip’s shoulders and began to moan. It felt so good, these cocks thrusting in and out.
She dropped her head back onto Magic’s shoulder as an electric blast of sensation quivered through her, then she wailed, pleasure pummeling her in a wash of ecstasy. The men continued to pump, then they both drove forward, trapping her between their bodies, as a long note of joy crooned from her throat. She felt their cocks pulse inside her as they both groaned.
Her knees started to give way and Magic pulled her back against him, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Rip asked.
She gazed at him and nodded as she rested against Magic’s solid body.
“That was just … incredible,” she said.
Rip laughed and Magic nuzzled her neck.
“For me, too, beautiful,” Magic murmured in her ear.
Rip grasped her waist and lifted her, setting her on the tree trunk. When he stepped away, she realized Steele was standing beside him.
She smiled when she saw him and opened her arms. He stepped into her embrace and kissed her, his tongue gliding into her mouth.
“Oh, God, I want you, baby,” he murmured against her ear. “Room for one more?”
“Always.” She opened her thighs and he pressed his big cock to her opening.
He stretched her as he slid inside, since his massive cock was still bigger than any man’s there. He began to thrust, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Still in the afterglow of orgasm, pleasure swelled in her quickly.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper, driving her pleasure higher and higher.
“Fuck, baby, I. Love. Being. Inside. You,” he said, each word punctuated by a thrust.
“Oh, God, Steele, I…” Then she gasped and wailed in the most intense orgasm yet, thrusting her to the stars.
He drove deeper still and pulsed inside her, then she felt his hot liquid filling her. She moaned, delirious with pleasure.
He held her close as her heartbeat pounded against his chest, her rapid breathing slowly returning to normal.
“Oh, God, Steele. I’ve never experienced anything like that,” she murmured.
He tightened his arms around her. “Being with multiple men, you mean?”
She drew back and gazed up at him. “That was incredible … But I mean being with you. The way you make me feel is…” She shook her head, at a total loss for words.
He grinned and claimed her lips again. When he released her mouth, he held her tight to him.
“And I’m going to keep on making you feel that way.”
* * *
Laurie glanced around nervously as she got off Steele’s bike and handed him her helmet.
“Are you sure it’s a good idea for us to stop at a restaurant? I am a fugitive.”
He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him as they walked to the door of the diner. “We’ve put a lot of miles behind us. I doubt they’ll be looking this far.” He squeezed her. “It’s an expensive necklace, but it’s not a big enough crime to warrant a huge dragnet to find you.”
Shock held the door open for her and she went into the diner, then followed the others to a roomy booth in the back corner. She slumped onto the cushioned bench seat.
Laurie loved riding the big bike, her arms around Steele the whole time, but it was good to relax for a bit.
Lunch came quickly and they all ate heartily. She was about halfway through her sandwich when she felt a prickle, as if someone was watching her. She glanced toward the counter and froze. A policeman was sitting on a stool gazing in their direction.
Her stomach dropped and she glanced away quickly.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
He’d spotted her. The way he’d been staring their way … he must know.
“What’s wrong?” Magic, who sat on one side of her, asked.
She stared firmly at her plate. “There’s a policeman over there. He’s watching me.”
“Okay, just relax. We’ll figure something out.”
She glanced up again and noticed the cop was drinking his coffee, still gazing in their direction with a stern expression.
Laurie wanted to push her plate away—her appetite had abandoned her completely—but she didn’t want to do anything to attract his attention. She nibbled at her food, her stomach coiling in turmoil.
“It’s okay. He’s gone,” Magic murmured to her.
Her gaze darted to the stool where he’d been sitting and relief flooded through her. Thank heavens.
“I need to go to the ladies room,” she said to Magic, since he’d have to get up to let her out of the booth.
He moved out of her way and she stood up on shaky legs, then hurried to the restroom, needing a bit of space so she could breathe. She had to cross the length of the restaurant and head down a short hallway. Once inside, she stared at her pale face in the mirror, knowing she wasn’t cut out for this kind of thing. She’d be a nervous wreck in no time.
She washed her face, then patted it dry and sighed. Soon they’d be back on the road and Steele would lead them somewhere isolated and safe to spend the night again. Steele would look out for her.
She pushed open the door to the bathroom and walked down the hall. Seeing the policeman had shaken her, but she’d been worried about nothing. She stepped from the hallway to the main part of the restaurant.
“Excuse me, miss. May I have a word?”
She almost jumped at the sight of the policemen standing in her path.
His eyes narrowed. “Are you okay, miss? You seem awfully nervous.”
She swallowed and willed herself to stay calm. “Yes, officer, I’m fine. Why did you want to talk to me?”
“I noticed you sitting with those bikers. You looked nervous, so I just wanted to make sure that there’s nothing wrong. They’re not”—he hesitated—“forcing you to be in their company, are they?”
The irony of his statement almost made her laugh.
“No, officer, they’re friends.”
He nodded. “Fine. Then please pass on a message to your friends. We don’t want any trouble here. Okay?”
She stared at his stern expression and nodded. “Yes, sir. I’ll tell them.”
Then she hurried away.
* * *
Laurie held on tight to Steele as they sped along the road. Her heart was still pounding from her encounter with the policeman, but Steele assured her everything would be all right.
A few hours later, they pulled off the main road and set up camp in another isolated area by a lake. She was tired, and when she finally climbed into the sleeping bag with Steele, she fell asleep immediately.
But when she awoke, it was still early. Only the first hint of sunlight brightened the sky. Steele’s arms were around her and his breathing was deep and even. She lay in the darkness, trying to go back to sleep, but couldn’t. Finally, she slipped from the sleeping bag and the warmth of Steele’s arms, and walked toward the water. Soft moonlight reflected on the water with a luminescent glow. She sat on a rock by the water and stared up at the fading stars.
“Can’t sleep?”
She glanced around at the sound of Wild Card’s voice.
“No, and I don’t know why because I’m really tired,” she said, keeping her voice low so she wouldn’t wake the others.
He sat down on the big rock beside her. “It’s understandable. You’ve probably never had the police looking for you.” He grinned. “Unless there’s something you’re not telling us.”
She laughed. “No, this is a first for me. As is riding with a gang of bikers.”
“And sleeping with the leader.”
She nodded. “And he keeps saying I’m his woman.” Her gaze darted to Wild Card’s face. She shouldn’t have let that slip out.
“And that bothers you.”
She shrugged. “Steele is great, and I really appreciate him looking out for me. But I hardly know him.”
“You’ll never meet a better man.”
His frank gaze and the intensity of his words reached inside her and squeezed.
“Has he told you about his sister?”
“A little bit. I know she died of a drug overdose.”
“True.”
She saw the haunted look in Wild Card’s eyes and realized that it wasn’t just Steele who suffered from the death of the young woman.
“He was totally devoted to her. He put everything he had into taking care of her,” he continued. “And when she died…”
He stared down at his hands.
“He hit the bottle pretty hard, blaming himself for her death. And I made the whole thing worse. Before it happened, I’d been trying to help. Get some money together so the three of us could move away from Chicago. Get a new start somewhere. So I started gambling. Figured I’d hit a big jackpot and save the day.”
He shrugged. “Of course that didn’t happen. I’d gotten in way over my head and one day, about a month after Chrissy’s death, some guys came by to collect some of my debts. I got beat up pretty bad. When Steele got the story out of me, he insisted I straighten up or he’d beat me to death himself. He stopped getting drunk and threw himself into working and helping me pay off the rest of my debts.”
He gestured to Steele, still asleep on the ground. “That man always has my back. Same with every one of his crew.” He locked gazes with her. “If you let him, that man will protect you and take care of you to the best of his abilities. And believe me, that’s saying something.”
She nodded, knowing it was true. And she loved Wild Card’s loyalty to Steele.
“I’m know you’re right, but … I can’t just give up my life and start riding around from place to place. I need more stability than that. I get that it works for Steele and the rest of you, but it’s just not me.”
Wild Card nodded and leaned back, then he broke the serious mood with a grin. “I could start to think you don’t like us.”
She put her hand on his.
“Of course I like you. All of you.” She squeezed his hand. “And I really appreciate you stepping in when Donovan … you know, in the parking garage.”
He took her hand in his. “There’s no way I could have done otherwise. I wouldn’t let that jackass hurt you.”
She smiled tremulously. “I know. And thank you.”
He kissed her hand. “You’re welcome.”
Her gaze dropped to their joined hands, and all the tumultuous emotions that had been roiling around inside her swelled to the surface. Tears prickled at her eyes.
“Oh, Wild Card, what am I going to do? My life is falling apart. The police are after me. My ex-boyfriend wants to hurt me.” And a crazy biker gang leader thought she was his woman.
And she was starting to believe it.
He wiped an errant tear from her eye, then pulled her into his arms. “It’s all right, sweetheart. We won’t let anything happen to you.”
He held her tight for a few moments, then he looked down at her. She met his reassuring gaze.
“You’re going to be all right.”
At the warmth in his hazel eyes, and the sincerity in his voice, she believed him.
Then suddenly Wild Card was jarred away from her. Stunned, she realized Steele had dragged him to his feet.
“Keep your fucking hands off my woman.” Then Steele’s hard fist connected with Wild Card’s jaw, knocking him to the ground.
“Steele, I wasn’t—” Wild Card stammered.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Laurie lurched to her feet. “Steele, what are you doing?” she demanded.
He turned to her, his eyes flashing. “No one touches my woman.”
Her stomach tightened and anger welled up in her. “I’m not your woman!”
This was crazy. His protectiveness had turned to possessiveness, which didn’t even make any sense given that he’d happily shared her with Wild Card and the others only hours ago.
He glared at her with an angry, possessive look in his eyes—the same one she’d seen in Donovan’s too many times—and her anger turned to fear. She jerked back a step.
The storm in his eyes froze for a brief moment while her heart pounded several beats, then he scowled and turned on his heel and strode away. The others were all awake now, watching what was playing out between them. Steele mounted his bike and the engine roared to life, then he sped off down the road and disappeared through the trees.
* * *
Laurie’s heart still pounded as she helped the others gather their things and pack them up.
“Are we really going to leave without Steele?” Laurie asked as they finished up.
“When Steele’s in a mood, he could be gone for hours,” Shock said. “He knows we won’t wait for him.”
“But … how will we find him?”
Raven patted her arm. “Don’t worry. He’ll find us.”
Shock handed Laurie a helmet he produced from his bike storage.
“You’d better ride with me,” Rip said.
Laurie glanced at Raven in surprise, and she nodded.
“I’m the only man here he will believe won’t steal you,” Rip explained with a shrug.
Raven smiled and patted Laurie’s arm. “And if he does worry about it, I’ll set him straight.”
Raven walked with Laurie to Rip’s big bike.
“I just don’t understand why he got so upset.” Laurie felt sick at the memory of Steele’s powerful fist connecting with Wild Card’s face. “Even if we were doing something, which we weren’t, after yesterday…” She stared at Raven, bewildered.
“I know.” Raven nodded and took the helmet from Laurie’s hands, then slid it on Laurie’s head. Raven smiled as she fastened the helmet for her, like a sister taking care of her own. “He’s a guy and they have a strange way of viewing the world sometimes. Rip doesn’t mind if I go one-on-one with the others, but that’s because he knows I’m well and truly his.” She finished doing up the helmet strap and patted Laurie’s shoulder. “Steele is unsure of you.” Her smile faded a little. “And I assume he has reason to be. You don’t really want to ride with us, do you?”
“It’s not that. I like all of you, but this life … it’s not for me.”
“Are you sure?” Raven asked.
Laurie nodded. “I moved around a lot as a kid and that was hard on me. Every time I made friends, I was torn away to a new place. Then when my parents died…” She drew in a deep breath, fighting back the remembered pain. “I’ve always wanted a stable place to live. Somewhere to call home. I have that now. My own place. I need that.” She shrugged. “And … I don’t even know Steele. Not really.”
And what had just happened with Wild Card proved that.
“We’ve got to get moving,” Rip said as he mounted the bike.
Laurie climbed on the bike behind Rip and slid her arms around his big torso, feeling awkward and self-conscious. It was crazy because this man had driven his cock into her yesterday and sent her into a screaming orgasm, yet she felt awkward sitting on the back of his bike pressed close to him.
Raven climbed on with Wild Card and all the bikes roared to life. Laurie tightened her hold on Rip and the bike lurched forward.
Soon they were on the open road, the wind streaming across her face.
* * *
Steele sped along the road, adrenaline blazing through him. He took comfort in the feel of the bike beneath him and the miles blurring by.
Fuck, he couldn’t believe he had actually hit Wild Card. It was inexcusable to do that to one of his own men. One of his brothers. But the fury at seeing the intimacy between him and Laurie had torn through him, ripping away every shred of common sense.
All he’d known was, he couldn’t allow Wild Card to touch her.
But now he was haunted by the stricken look of horror in Laurie’s eyes. The fear he’d seen in those blue depths had speared through his heart.
At that moment, she had been afraid of him, and he found that thought unbearable.
Fuck, he would never hurt her. How could she believe otherwise?
But he knew why. The answer was all too clear. It was all because of that bastard she’d been with before.
His heart ached at the thought that she might never come to fully trust Steele.
He’d been an idiot to slug Wild Card—it had been inexcusable. Wild Card was loyal. He would never steal anything of Steele’s. But common sense and logic had fled when he’d seen Laurie in his arms, her blue eyes soft and misty as she’d gazed up at him. In that moment, she had looked open and vulnerable to Wild Card, as if she would share her deepest secrets with him, and a wild, uncontrollable jealousy had flared through Steele.
Fuck, he was his own worst enemy sometimes. If Laurie now feared him just like she feared that Donovan bastard, how would he ever recover her trust?
How would he ever convince her to stay with him?
Because he would be lost without her.
He’d never allowed himself a real relationship with a woman. When he’d lived with his sister, Chrissy, he’d been focused on her welfare. And he wouldn’t have brought a woman around the apartment with her there anyway. Then, after she’d died … he’d erected barriers. He hadn’t wanted to open his heart to someone and risk that kind of pain again. But Laurie had caught him off guard. Protecting her had opened him up to that kind of concern again. He liked caring about her. Being open to her.