Threat: A Blood Riders MC Novel (Book 1)

by Tia Lewis

  When she finally stopped and relaxed a little, I picked up the pace again. This time, it was slower, more sensual. I ground my hips, touching all of her. We were at the edge of the bed, so I stood, lifting her ass off the bed until she was at the right angle. And I rolled my hips in circles, watching her writhe and touch herself for me. She squeezed her tits, pinching her nipples. I closed my eyes—I couldn’t watch, or I would come. I couldn’t stand watching her touch herself like that. It was too much.

  “Oh, Drake …” The way she moaned told me how much she loved what I did to her, and how much more she wanted. Her hand slid between my body and hers, and I watched as she rubbed her clit. It was the hottest thing, watching a beautiful woman take what she wanted like that. My cock throbbed again, aching to come. But I wanted her to come again and maybe a third time. I wanted to give her all the pleasure she could handle now that I finally had her.

  “Make yourself come for me.” I gave her a deep, hard thrust that made her gasp. Again. Again. She whimpered, her fingers flying over her clit. “Yeah, baby. Come all over my cock. Let me watch you come.” I started pounding into her, faster and faster in time with her fingers. She sounded like she was hyperventilating, which was a good sign. Her gasps got louder and louder the faster I went until our bodies made a wet slapping sound every time I slammed into her pussy, and she started screaming, pulling a pillow over her mouth to muffle it. Again I held on, determined to let her come one more time before I did. It almost hurt, having to hang on like that, but it was worth it. I’d promised her a night she would never forget, hadn’t I?

  I stretched out on the bed, stroking my length—not that I needed any help staying hard, not when I looked at her. She got up, crawling to me. “Get on top of me and ride me,” I grunted. “I wanna watch you.”

  “I don’t think I can take another one,” she whispered. But that didn’t stop her from throwing one leg over me and letting me guide myself into her. She grunted as she settled on top of me, moaning as she got to work. She rocked her hips, slowly, taking her time with it. Finding her rhythm, her angle. I waited, watching, taking her in with my eyes and my hands. She was so perfect, beautiful and strong and soft all at the same time. It was enough for me to touch her while she rode my cock.

  “Drake …” She sped up once she found the way she liked it, and I told myself not to thrust up into her or else I would come before she could. I was so close, barely holding on. From the way she moved, it wouldn’t take too much longer.

  She leaned down, one hand on either side of my head, and I played with her tits while she moved up and down. She groaned, begging for more, and I sucked as hard as I dared on her. She started whimpering, moaning, and moving harder and harder. I took a chance and bit down on her delicate flesh, and she began tightening around me.

  “Yes … yes … oh, God … yes …!” She threw her head back, grunting with every thrust, almost squealing until one long, loud cry came up from her toes and came out of her mouth. She almost roared, and in the back of my head, I hoped nobody at the party heard her over the music.

  Her body shook and spasmed, and she let out one loud, broken cry before falling on top of me. I came just a second after she did, growling with relief as I let go.

  We had stayed that way for a few minutes before I lifted her hips so I could remove the condom. The top half of her body didn’t move. I heard her heavy breathing and felt the way her sweaty skin stuck to me. We were both a sticky mess.

  “My God,” she breathed, draped over me. Her face was on the pillow, just over my shoulder. I caught my breath just enough to laugh a little.

  “Yeah, that was … intense,” I agreed. More intense than I thought it would be, even when I was jerking off in the shower.

  “I can’t believe it.” She finally got the strength to push herself up off me and collapsed on her side.

  “Can’t believe what?”

  “Do you really want to know?”

  “Yeah. I wouldn’t have asked.”

  She turned her head away a little, pressing the pillow to it. “I never came so many times at once before.” I swelled a little with pride—above the waist, anyway, since I was out of commission for a while below the waist. No way could I get it up again that fast after the way she’d worked it.

  “Just so you know men like to hear that. You don’t ever have to feel embarrassed about saying that.”

  “You sure?”

  “Hell, yeah. Are you joking?” I laughed a little, rolling over. She was beautiful, even after I’d already had her. Maybe even because of it. I was used to wanting a woman to do nothing more than leave as soon as we finished. With Bree, it was different. I wanted her to stay. I wanted her to spend the night, and maybe we’d do it again in the morning. I didn’t know what to make of that feeling since I’d never had it before.

  We fell asleep that way, facing each other, arms and legs sort of wrapped up in the others.

  11

  Nicole

  I had a dream I was running through a field, the tall flowers brushing against my legs. I felt them touching me, along with the hem of my dress against my thighs. I wasn’t running out of fear or because I had to get somewhere. I was running because I was happy.

  I could feel the sun on my skin, too, its warmth soaking into me. The grass felt so sweet and cool beneath my feet. I could have stayed there all day.

  I held on to the last wisps of that dream, like smoke disappearing around me, as I returned to consciousness. I realized the feeling of the flowers brushing against my legs was really the stroking of Drake’s fingertips. He was awake, nudging me awake with pleasure. I sighed, stretching, sinking into it.

  “Good morning,” he whispered. A single flex of his hips told me what he was in the mood for. I groaned as his cock pressed against my belly, remembering the way it felt when he was inside me. Like Heaven.

  “Good morning. Wait. Is it morning yet?” I opened my eyes, yawning, finding the room almost lit up. The light was still a little weak, which told me it was only dawn.

  “Practically,” he said, his hand creeping up my outer thigh until he caressed the curve of my butt. I gasped, closing my eyes again as he sent shockwaves through me. How was his touch so invigorating? How did my body leap to respond the way it did? I didn’t think it was possible for me to feel that way. The few boyfriends I’d had in the past hadn’t come close to what Drake did for me.

  Because he’s been with so many women. Because you’re one of a million. I closed off that train of thought, wanting nothing to disturb the almost agonizing pleasure he put me through. I didn’t want anything to ruin it. I could think about repercussions later. After he made me come again and again.

  He slid his hand between my warm thighs, finding the wetness he’d already created. I sighed, holding onto him as he rubbed me so gently. He built up my passion the way he had before—slowly, achingly slowly, watching me the whole time like he'd look at a science experiment come to life. I breathed deeply, forcing myself to enjoy it, to not try to rush it. Not when the payoff was as good as what he gave me.

  He focused on my clit, and my body seemed to take on a life of its own as I arched my back, spreading my legs wider to give him access to more of me. He took my cue, sliding his first two fingers inside me as he rubbed his thumb in circles over my clit. I rode his hand, my mouth open as I gasped for air. It was all so good, so sweet.

  His mouth found me next, skimming my throat. I tipped my head back, and he ran his lips up and down, his tongue darting out to flick over my skin. I gasped, panting, holding his head closer. I wanted him to devour me. “Please,” I breathed, straining against him. Needing more and more. I wanted it to be like before when I lost control of my senses. Like an uncaged animal.

  He taught me patience, taking his time with kissing me as he did with fingering me. He worked up a steady rhythm, grunting a little as he pumped in and out. I lost myself to it, crying out again and again as he drove me crazy. I draped my leg over him, pulling him close,
needing as much contact as I could get. I was so hungry for him. I’d never felt that sort of hunger, that all-consuming need. It was blissful and scary.

  The heat between my legs intensified until I almost couldn’t stand it. I felt the muscles deep inside me start to flutter as my first orgasm built and began to crest. I called Drake’s name—softly, as soft as I could—before my body dissolved into shudders and shivers when I came. It was all so good, like flying and floating and screaming all at once. Release.

  “Yes,” he whispered, his hand still moving between my thighs. He wouldn’t stop. I didn’t want him to. He trusted that I could handle it even if I didn’t. I let him rock me to more pleasure until my body clenched up again. And again. It didn’t seem to stop—just one long, ceaseless orgasm that didn’t end. It went on and on, and I thought I might lose my mind if he didn’t take pity on me and stop making me whisper his name so desperately. My head turned helplessly from side to side, my legs are clenched around his hand, but still he kept going. Watching me as he continued throbbing against my hip, begging for his own pleasure but giving me mine, first.

  “Please, please, Drake … oh, God!” One last, almost brutal climax and I was finished, collapsing into his powerful arms. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I hardly noticed him getting up for a condom. I was in a thick haze of pleasure, my entire body quivering the way my pink folds did. He spread my legs again, sliding between them, dragging the head of his erect cock through my pussy. I gasped when he took me, hard, driving himself forward without giving me a chance to prepare.

  I dragged my nails across his broad muscular shoulders, and he hissed through his teeth. But I thought he liked it since he thrust harder after that. I looked up at him, into his eyes. He looked down at me. I didn’t know what to think, what to feel. I wished I knew what he was thinking, even as my body ached for him. Was I just another conquest? Just another woman for him to possess? I hoped I wasn’t. I hoped I was something more.

  I closed my eyes when new ecstasy built and grew, wrapping my arms around his neck to hold him close. He kissed my throat, my ear, my mouth. We brushed our lips together gently, almost solemnly, never losing our rhythm. I’d jerked my hips up in time with his thrusts, meeting his pace, and the veins popped out on the side of his neck as he reacted. He groaned, clenching his jaw with an animalistic and determined look on his face. He wanted me to come again. Something about that touched something inside me, opening part of me that didn’t involve my body.

  I held him close, running my hands over his chiseled body, through his hair, exploring every bit of him. In the daylight, I could see better, and I watched his muscles move as he moved. He was so beautiful, so perfect, and powerful. And he used that power wisely, taking me slowly, not hurting me though he easily could have. He took me masterfully, and I found myself coming again before I knew what was happening.

  “Drake, I’m coming again … oh, God …” I closed my eyes tight, gripping him, and then shivering as my body seemed to melt into nothing but euphoria. It was incredible. He was incredible.

  His thrusts sped up, deepened, and I watched in fascination as he came. His face screwed up a little, turning red, he looked relieved as he pumped once, twice more, and shuddered. He bent his head toward mine, kissing me once with lips salty from sweat, and slid out of me with a sigh.

  “Shit,” I whispered, trying to catch my breath. Drake had a way with me, for sure. I didn’t know how he knew me so well—I refused to believe it was all experience since every woman’s body was different. We just seemed so in sync with each other, it was almost scary.

  So was the fact that I had slept with him at all. What was I trying to prove? It was a dangerous tightrope I walked, and I had to be sure to keep my balance. The last thing I needed to do was fall for him, or have him find out I was a liar and do God only knows what to me.

  But would he? Would he really? The man who had just given me so much pleasure, so passionately? I didn’t know. I didn’t know who he was, I realized. Was he the man who acted so tough in front of his club, or the one who kissed me after we finished having sex? I refused to think we’d made love. We’d only had sex. It was just sex.

  “I have to tell you a secret,” he whispered. Oh, I wish you wouldn’t.

  “What?” I asked, apprehensive. I didn’t want to know more about him than I already did. Would he tell me about almost beating his stepfather to death? The two years he spent in juvenile detention? That’s right, keep reminding yourself of those things. This is not an admirable man.

  “You’re the first woman who ever spent the whole night in my bed with me.”

  That was unexpected. I looked at Drake, my eyes wide. “What?”

  “I’m serious.”

  “You’re just saying that.”

  “I mean it.” He grinned. “That’s one of my big secrets. I’m a pretty simple guy.”

  You’re also a liar. “So, what, you just kick them out when you’re finished with them? Like they’re used trash?”

  “Honestly?”

  “Yeah, I want to know.”

  “You won’t think I’m a total asshole, right?”

  “Forget it,” I smirked. “You don’t have to finish answering. What you just said is enough, and I can figure out the rest.”

  He chuckled, though there wasn’t much humor in it. “What can I say? It’s always been a thing for me. I never wanted to share my bed for that long. I don’t know … But this didn’t feel—awkward for me.”

  “It wasn’t for me, either,” I admitted. “Did a woman hurt you in the past? Is that why?”

  “Ouch,” he muttered.

  “Sorry. That was personal. I get it.”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “You don’t believe it was personal?”

  “No,” he grinned. “I don’t think that’s the reason why. Or maybe, I don’t know … maybe it was because I saw so much shit with my mom, and her boyfriends. And, eventually, even her husband.” He shuddered a little. “I decided I didn’t wanna have anything to do with that, you know?” He looked at me with those baby blues of his, and I almost melted. What was it about a man with dark hair and piercing eyes that reduced me to a puddle of weakness?

  He’s not just a pair of eyes or a head of hair. You know who he is. A murderer, a criminal. I steeled myself inwardly, even as I tried to avoid showing him on the outside.

  “I know how you feel,” I lied. “It’s hard when you see so much when you’re just a kid. It sort of, I don’t know, shapes the way you see things.”

  “Yeah—” he agreed.

  “I used to wonder what it would be like to live in one of those homes with a mom and a dad who loved each other, who both loved me.” That much was the truth. While Dad had done an amazing job with me, there were times when I was little that I wanted nothing more than a mother to listen to my troubles and kiss my boo-boos and understand what I went through as I grew up. Dads don’t know the things their girls go through, even though mine made a valiant attempt. I would never forget the shade of red his face turned when he tried to explain the birds and the bees. Poor guy.

  “Why are you smiling?” Drake asked. He was smiling, too.

  “Just remembering a few good things about my childhood.” I wouldn’t tell him about it, though. He didn’t deserve to know. Besides, I was supposed to come from a broken and dysfunctional home.

  I brushed my long hair over one shoulder and yawned. It was still early in the morning. I rested my head on Drake’s broad shoulder and wondered why it was that he didn’t want me to leave his bed. What was so special about me? And what would he do when he found out how I’d lied to him all along?

  12

  Drake

  One of the best things about actually going to sleep with a woman was having sex when I woke up. After the noise outside my bedroom door woke us—the sounds of the morning after—we had a quickie. It had to be a quickie since the sickening sounds of somebody vomiting inside the bathroom was enough to m
ake us decide to stop.

  “Oh, gross,” she giggled, putting her hands over her ears. “That’s disgusting! He sounds like he’s chucking up a mouthful.”

  “And these are the times I’m glad to have a private bathroom.” I groaned, getting out of bed as much as I didn’t want to. We’d gone to bed early compared to a lot of the partiers, so I didn’t feel nearly as bad as they did. I didn’t feel bad at all—maybe I had sweated all the alcohol out with her. She was like a miracle.

  “I’m almost afraid to go out there.” Bree pulled on her blue jeans, her t-shirt. “What will everybody think?”

  “They’ll be too busy wishing they were dead dealing with hangovers. Trust me.” I hated seeing her cover her body, especially when she winced as she zipped her boots, but she still looked good. Damned good. I would have her again before the day was over, I decided.

  “You ready?” I asked. She shook her head. I laughed, opening the door anyway. “Don’t be scared.”

  The first thing that hit me was the smell of vomit, sweat, and booze. I covered my mouth with my hand, hurrying Bree past me before shutting the bathroom door. I didn’t know who was in there, but I wished I could dunk their head for making me gag like that.

  Bree had stopped when she reached the lounge, unable to go any further. When I stood next to her, I understood why. Bodies. Everywhere. On the floor, on the leather couches, on the pool tables. Even on the bar—how they’d managed not to roll right off was beyond me.

  “This is impressive,” she murmured. I laughed—at least she was good-humored about it. I was afraid she would run screaming from the building.