by Erin Osborne
“Down the hall on the right,” she states, sliding out from under me and leading the way.
Ashtyn does a strip tease on her way there. I watch as each new piece of skin is revealed. She’s so white, her skin looks like porcelain. Freckles cover her skin as she turns on lights along the way. I want to trace them all with my tongue and count them until I get lost in her body once more.
Other than placing my cut on the back of her threadbare couch, I strip my clothes off and leave a second path along the way. Before my jeans hit the floor, I remember to grab the condoms from my pocket, so I don’t have to stop and come back for them. My only goal is getting between her creamy thighs.
Walking in her room, I find Ashtyn laying in the middle of her small bed, legs spread, with her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. Reaching down, I begin to stroke my hard cock as I continue stalking toward her. When I reach the end of her bed, I watch for a minute longer before I can’t take watching her anymore. Her moans are gonna be caused by me, not herself.
Removing her hand from her pussy, I lean down and suck her juices from her slender fingers. Her flavor explodes on my tongue as I slide them from my mouth. Replacing her fingers, I move my head down and slide my tongue through her swollen, wet folds. Sliding my own finger in her tight channel, I suck her clit into my mouth. It’s not long before she’s squirming on the bed, arching her back and digging her fingers into my hair.
“I’m coming!” she yells out, shattering the stillness of the night.
As she comes back down, I slide a condom over my hard length. I had planned to take my time but there’s no way I can wait anymore.
“Ready?” I ask in warning before sliding my cock inside her.
I barely register taking her virginity as her body tightens up and a tear slips from her eye. She’s extremely tight. I’ve honestly never felt anything so intense in my life. Something isn’t right. Stopping for just a minute, I wait to calm myself down along with letting her body adjust to the abrupt intrusion of my cock.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I grit out finally.
“I want this, and I was afraid you wouldn’t come with me. There’s no plot against you or anything. I won’t bother you or chase after you because of this,” she rushes out in explanation.
“Are you ready for me to move?” I ask as my body trembles above hers from keeping myself still.
“Yes, I’m ready,” she says.
Pulling from her body, I begin at a pace she’ll be able to handle. Ashtyn digs her heels into my ass after I wrap her legs around my body. The only sounds filling the room are our moans, skin slapping together, and our panting. Sweat is already covering my body from holding myself back.
“I need more,” she demands, not knowing what she’s asking for.
“Are you sure?” I growl out, my voice low and husky.
Nodding her head, I move my hips faster and harder so I’m practically slamming into her body. Reaching between us, I rub circles on her clit, needing her to go over the edge and find her release. I’m so close, there is no way I’ll be able to hold back much longer.
“Fuck!” she screams out as her pussy begins to ripple around my cock.
Ashtyn’s head is flung back as she arches her body . . . her nails, digging into my back. I feel the burn of them breaking my skin and it’s pushes me over the edge. Yeah, there are times I like a bit of pain with my pleasure.
“Ashtyn!” I bellow out as I slowly slide in and out of her body a few more times.
Pulling from her body with the condom held in place, I stand up from the bed as she sinks further into the mattress. If I didn’t already know she was a virgin, I see the evidence of it on her thighs and under her legs on the sheet. Ashtyn looks at me with sated, heavy-lidded eyes as I pull off the condom, tie the end, and toss it in the garbage can by her bed. I tell her to stay put before making my way to her small bathroom, I find a washcloth and get it wet. Cleaning myself up first and taking care of business, I rinse the washcloth off before heading back into her room so I can clean her up.
Soft snores meet me as I walk into the room. A smile covers my face at her cuteness. Ashtyn’s hair is a tangled mess surrounding her head. The moonlight catches it just right and looks as if her white sheets are on fire. I place a soft kiss on her temple after cleaning her up and tossing the washcloth into her laundry basket. Collecting my clothes and boots, I quickly dress in the small living room before leaving her apartment.
I couldn’t tell you a damn thing what her place looks like. As soon as we got inside, the only thing on my mind was getting into Ashtyn’s pants. Now, I’m trying to keep myself from racing back to her bed and burying myself back into her warm, wet pussy.
Tonight is the first time I don’t want to leave a woman’s bed. I want to be here to take care of Ashtyn . . . make sure she’s truly okay after what happened between us. I fight every feeling in me as I walk away from her. Getting to my bike, I pull out a cigarette from my pack and light it before placing my helmet on my head and revving up the engine. Leaving the parking lot, I make my way back to the clubhouse. Back to my life as a single man.
Chapter Two
Tech
I’M SITTING AT my desk of computers and other electronics, looking at surveillance of the clubhouse and our businesses. My room is on the larger side of the clubhouse since I have all the equipment I need in here, along with my bed, TV, dresser, bathroom, and closet. One half of my room is my living quarters while the other side is strictly for my technology. The desk I have takes up the entire wall of my room. I have several different monitors, laptops, and a printer, so I can do anything the club needs me to do.
I keep my room dark to avoid any glare from lights, the sun, or anything else while I stare at the monitors all day long. Most days, I lose track of time tracing info and only venture out when my body lets me know I need to eat. Or I have to go on a run. Fury is really the only person who comes in here because this is my sanctuary—no one else gains entry in here. If I fuck someone, it’s in an empty room at the clubhouse or away from the club altogether.
I’ve been trying to figure out the whereabouts of this missing girl. Siren and I have been going back and forth for almost a month now trying to find some trace of her. It truly is as if she’s vanished into thin air. There hasn’t been any chatter on the dark web about anyone having a young girl around the age of thirteen. Usually, between Siren and I, we can find any information we’re looking for pretty quickly. This time, I’m stumped as fuck.
Siren is getting frustrated herself. We were on the phone one night, talking about me meeting Ashtyn and all that shit, when she decided we needed to push ourselves. For some reason, she wanted to turn us searching for this kid into a bet. Winner got to choose what the loser had to do. Loser couldn’t back out, either.
I tossed myself into working with Siren, so I didn’t do something stupid like go search out Ashtyn. She’s been on my mind constantly since we met at King’s Bar. I have never felt like this about a woman in my entire life. One kiss from her at her apartment and I was completely lost in her. Knowing I’m the only man who’s ever been inside her body brought out my inner caveman to the point where I don’t want anyone else to get a taste of her. I want to be the only one she looks at, thinks about, and my touch to be the only one she craves.
For a man who’s determined to remain single, this is not exactly the way to go about it. Siren got past my defenses one night when I’d been drinking and got all the details out of me. Now, she constantly asks if I’ve talked to her, seen her, or went out in search of her. I’ve even begun avoiding her calls unless she texts me about the case we’re working on.
Siren: Call me. Important about case.
Short, sweet, and to the point with her. Clicking the phone icon on my screen, I call her and place the phone on speaker, so I can keep working on finding this girl.
“What’s up, loser?” she asks in greeting when answering her phone.
“Workin’ on fin
din’ that girl. What you got?” I question her.
“I got the girl. She’s in hiding from her stepdad. Found her real dad and is now living with him. The stepdad has been abusing her, so she got away from him. We’re gonna help them, making sure it’s all legal and the other asswipe gets locked up,” Siren lets me know, her voice full of happiness and pride from her win.
“Glad you found her,” I respond, closing out of my screens since I don’t need to look for her anymore.
“You ready to pay up?” she gloats, laughter filling the line.
“Yep. A bet’s a bet. What’ve you got?” I ask, regretting making this damn bet in the first place.
“Your computer on?” she asks.
“Just shut the monitors off. Why?”
“Turn one on,” she orders.
Doing as she requests, I turn on a monitor. A picture of me fills the screen with, what looks like, some sort of profile. Looking at it closer, I see this is a profile for me on a fucking dating website. This is not something I signed on for.
“Um, this isn’t part of the bargain,” I try to tell Siren.
“There were no stipulations when we made the bet,” she informs me, getting ready to take it down.
“You didn’t specify anything, biker boy. Winner got to pick what happened to the loser. So, I signed you up. You have a date tomorrow night. You don’t get any information other than you’ll be meeting at the new coffee shop in Dander Falls. She’s a redhead since you seem to have a thing for them,” she snickers into the phone. “Be there at five o’clock—not a minute late.”
“You’re gonna fuckin’ owe me for this,” I threaten her with no heat behind my words.
Siren hangs up the phone on me . . . not before I hear her laughing her ass off, though. She thinks this is funny shit. One date. That’s all I have to go on. One night with a woman she chose for me and I don’t ever have to see this woman again. If only I knew my life was about to change forever.
Walking out of my room, I make my way to the common area, where I’m going to drown my sorrows in a bottle of Jack. It will accomplish two things: one—I won’t figure out how to hack whatever Siren has done to lock me out of this site she put me on. Two—there’s no way I’ll be able to go search out Ashtyn. Thinking of going out with a redhead tomorrow has her in the forefront of my mind now. Not how I wanted to spend my damn night.
Before long, I’m joined by Gage. He sits next to me and grabs a beer; our newest Prospect sits in front of him. The kid is fast and knows what we all drink, I’ll give him that. Other than that information, the jury is still out on him. He hasn’t been tested properly yet, as far as I’m concerned. Not a single man here has seen what he’ll do when the pressure is on in a life or death matter.
“What’s goin’ on with the missin’ kid?” Gage asks me, sipping his beer.
“Siren found her. Fucked up situation. Stepdad was abusin’ her, so she ran to her dad. They’ve been hidin’ out, so no one knows where they are. Deviant Angels are gonna help them out,” I let him know.”
“Damn. I’m glad you met Siren on your dark web shit. Glad we can help them out on occasion,” he states, draining the last of his beer before signaling for another one.
“Me too. Gives me somethin’ to do. This last time didn’t go as planned, though,” I inform my friend and president.
“Why is that?”
“We made a bet to see who could find her first. No stipulations. She knows my past. Siren put me on a datin’ website. Apparently, I have a date tomorrow at the new coffee shop in town. Not lookin’ forward to that shit,” I state, glaring at my glass as I swirl the Jack around.
There’s nothing except deafening silence for several minutes while Gage takes in what I’ve just told him. Finally, he bursts out in laughter so loud it seems to echo through the common area as more men fill in to find out what the commotion is about. When they see our president laughing his ass off, I wait for the questions to start flying. None of the guys ask anything, though. It’s Gage’s ol’ lady, Riley, who steps through, demanding what’s going on.
“Why do you sound like a damn hyena out here? Tech isn’t usually funny enough for you to sound like that,” Riley demands, standing with a smile on her face and her hands on her hips.
“Siren pulled a fast one on him,” Gage manages to get out between bouts of laughter.
“Fucker,” I mutter under my breath.
“What did she do?” Fury asks, walking to the stool next to me.
“Put me on a fuckin’ datin’ website. I have no control over it. Apparently, I have a date tomorrow,” I ground out.
Now everyone in the room is laughing their asses off. Everyone in this club knows how I feel about dating, since I’ve never been on one or in relationship in general. Yes, I’ve been the subject of talk between the ol’ ladies. They want every single one of us to settle down and be happy like them. I’m not that guy. Which I’ve told them more than once. Finally, they gave up trying to make it happen for me. Could be because I locked myself in my room, refusing to come out until they got over their shit involving me.
“Where you goin’?” Trojan asks, slapping a hand on my back.
“None of your business,” I deadpan.
For the next hour, everyone comes up to me, trying to get me to talk about the date and shit. When I clam up, they eventually move on to find their piece of strange for the night or find their ol’ lady. Fury stays by my side. He knows I’m pissed off about the situation. So, he’s going to give up getting laid for the night while we get drunk off our asses. That’s the kind of friend he is.
“You gonna go through with this?” Fury asks me when we’re one of the few remaining in the room.
“I have to; made a bet with Siren.”
“She won’t know if you actually go or not,” he states, shrugging his shoulders.
“Yeah, she will. She has control of my page and will no doubt get a message from whomever I’m supposed to meet if I don’t show. Either way, I didn’t say there was anythin’ off limits, so I have to follow through.”
“I’d fight it. She knows what you’ve been through, yeah?”
“Yeah, she knows,” I respond, looking for an answer in the bottom of my glass.
“Why would she do this shit then?”
“I’m not sure. The only thing I know is I’m gonna follow through and go on this date. Not gonna pussy out on this shit because I’m not comfortable with it,” I state, knocking for another refill.
“Want me to come along?” he questions me.
“No. I’ll be good. Besides, maybe I’ll find a piece of strange for the night.”
Fury laughs his ass off at that. He’s the only other one besides Siren who knows about Ashtyn and her impact on me. Unlike the woman in question, he hasn’t tormented me about it or asked a million and one questions about her. He lets me have my space. The same thing I give him when he’s got shit on his brain. Like so many others, Fury wants to settle down. I’m just not sure if he’s looking for a relationship with only a woman or a woman and another man in their trio. That’s also his business, unless he decides to divulge that information to me.
Eventually, I stumble back to my room, lock the door, and flop onto my bed still fully dressed. I’m pretty sure I’m asleep before my head even hits the mattress. My usual pattern over the last two weeks since Ashtyn. Dreams of her consume me as is also usual for the night. Drinking myself into oblivion doesn’t seem to erase her image from my mind.
Chapter Three
Ashtyn
DANDER FALLS IS now my home. Well, it’s currently where I’m residing. These days, I never get to stay in one place for very long. I’ve been on the run for almost a year now. My father’s henchmen are never far behind me for some reason. While I’ve been on the run, I haven’t used my credit cards, bank account, or anything else I can think of that would allow him to track me. I’m almost beginning to wonder if there’s a tracking device or something on me somewhere since t
hey always seem to know where I’m at.
When I left my father’s house, I took a handful of clothes, some pictures of my mother and sister I treasure, my ring and necklace, which belonged to them, and any important papers of mine. Everything fit in one small backpack after I crammed it all in there. My wallet, containing a few credit cards and my debit card are in there, too. I’ve watched enough TV to know you’re not supposed to use those type of things when you’re on the run from someone. That’s also why I left my cell phone behind. It’s not like I have anyone to call anyway.
My father didn’t encourage us having friends. He viewed our family as being too good to hang out with anyone else. The only time we were around other kids was when my father dragged us along to some function or threw a party at the house. We were still expected to look perfect and remain close to his side. You never know when a photographer is going to walk by. Honestly, I always felt as if my father wished we were never born. That it was just my mother and father living their life the way they wanted to without the worry of young children.
I also didn’t bring my car. Even though I bought it with money from my mother, there was no way in hell I was going to chance bringing it with me. My car would’ve only been one more way for them to track me. I’ve got a new Ford Fusion. It may not seem like much to anyone else, but it’s the one thing at the house which was all mine. I didn’t need to worry about it being taken from me for whatever reason my father came up with. Everything was in my name.
I’ve been in Dander Falls for almost a month now. Yesterday I got frustrated because I don’t know anyone here and I’m tired of being alone. So, I got the bright idea to sign up for a dating website. Honestly, I didn’t think I’d get a message or anything, since I didn’t post a picture on my profile or anything else. While I know I shouldn’t be on the site with my father looking for me, I need to get out of the four walls of this apartment.
It’s not even a home because I have nothing other than some clothes and a few pictures with me. The furniture is all stuff that was left here from the previous tenant. This way I can pick up and go in a second instead of having to worry about packing a ton of shit to leave in a moment’s notice.