Now I could take it as far as I wanted. I rolled to get out of bed, only getting as far as sitting on the edge. I took my head in my hands and squeezed, trying to clear the lasting remnants of the worst fucking hangover I could ever remember having. It didn’t work. Christ. I needed a hot shower, a gallon of coffee, and something in my belly. When I was able to get to my feet I shuffled to the bathroom, took a piss, and got into the shower, thanking fuck that I was already naked. I got the water as hot as I could stand it and stood there bracing my hands against the wall, just letting it beat down on my back.
I stayed in there a good fifteen, twenty minutes before some clarity began to weave its way into my pounding head. Hell, maybe it was the fucking steam. I barely ran the towel over my body before wrapping it around my hips and making my way to the kitchen. Flipping the coffee pot on, I dug out a frying pan from where the pots were stashed. The girls at the club did the cooking, but I wasn’t useless in the kitchen, I could cook when I needed to. I’d just finished with the eggs when my cell rang.
I followed the sound to the couch where I’d left it. “Yeah?”
“How’s it goin’, brother?”
Reaper. “Just great.” I barely recognized the croak of my own voice.
He laughed. “Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we need you back at the club,” he said in his no nonsense way. “Got a situation, and I want all the brothers back here pronto.”
“Fuck.” I knew this couldn’t be good, and wondered if it had something to do with the Winged Demons. The fuckers had had it in for us for years, even going so far as to set up a chapter here in New York. Reaper wouldn’t say anything until we were at the table, though, that was just his way. He didn’t like repeating himself.
“I know, brother. But you’re our fucking muscle. Bring the bitch with you, because I don’t know how long we’ll need you.” I had every intention of bringing Rosa with me. “Maybe once Wildcat sees that she’s still alive it will settle her the fuck down.”
Wildcat, huh? That made me grin, and then wince at the slight pain it caused my head. “She still giving you trouble, Prez?”
“Fuck. The woman scratches and bites like a tiger.” I wondered where he was keeping her, but didn’t ask. “Look, just get yourself back here as soon as you can.” He hung up.
The clubhouse was about an hour away, so I knew I could be there by noon. I fixed a plate of eggs for Rosa and a cup of coffee, and took it to her. I unlocked and pushed the door in, seeing that she was still asleep. The thin blanket was draped over her carelessly, revealing glimpses of creamy naked flesh. My gaze roamed over the graceful curve of her back, down to where it disappeared beneath the covers.
I clenched my teeth when my dick responded to the sight, knowing that it wouldn’t take much to reveal the rest of her to my hungry gaze. I’d yet to see her naked, but that dress she’d been wearing the night before left little to the imagination. As soon as I’d found her on the dance floor, grinding against that asshole who didn’t have a prayer of getting between her legs, my dick had turned hard and had stayed hard.
Fuck, it was hard and on the rise now, barely contained by the towel around my hips.
I slammed the plate and cup down on the wooden chair, uncaring that some of it had spilled over onto the floor. The noise I made had the desired effect. Rosa jolted awake, let out a little cry, and then skittered to the corner at the head of the bed. With her back against the wall, she dragged the blanket up beneath her chin, meeting my eyes. The sight of her frightened expression pissed me the fuck off.
“Let’s get something straight right fucking now,” I snarled, reaching for her and dragging her up against me by her shoulders. “Your little frightened act isn’t going to save you, Rosa. Neither will your tears. You owe me three years, baby, and you will pay for that, in any way I fucking want.” I shook her so hard that she lost her grip on the blanket. “And don’t ever bring your brother into this again.”
“Raze−” Her long hair was flying everywhere. “You’re hurt−oh!”
I ignored her whimper, but I couldn’t ignore the beautiful woman in front of me, and my eyes ate her up. She was a fucking goddess. Her large tits were just begging for my hands and those nipples—hard little gems of sweet candy—were just waiting to melt on my tongue like the purest sugar. For a curvy woman she had a tiny waist, and that flared out to full hips that were built for a man to hold on to when he was fucking her. The thought of her with Evil came out of fucking nowhere and brought my blood to a boiling rage.
I should have been her first, and it was on me that I hadn’t been. If I’d known rejecting her would send her into the arms of someone else, the fucking enemy in another MC, I’d have fucked her on her eighteenth birthday. Well, I was eleven fucking years too late to claim that prize. My dick was saying that it was never too late, but I ignored the constant throbbing between my legs.
I realized I was losing control and needed to get the fuck out of there fast. “You have ten minutes to eat your breakfast.” With that I practically threw her back against the wall, turned, and left the room with a slam of the door.
Fuck! I leaned against the wall, breathing hard, listening to Rosa crying on the other side of the door. I fisted my hands, willing my body under control. I wasn’t into hurting women, even women that I hated, but I deserved retribution. There were plenty of fucking ways to make someone sorry for something they did.
Like take away their freedom.
I wolfed down my breakfast, drank a couple of cups of coffee, cleaned up, and dressed before going back to Rosa. My gaze went to the chair when I entered the room, satisfied to see that she’d made an attempt to eat. She walked to me, wrapped up in the blanket with that wild hair all around her. My fingers itched to bury themselves in the waterfall of softness surrounding her. Fuck, I wanted her.
“I want to know what you did with my friend Marie,” she demanded in a tone that brought me back to a young Rosa who’d been a little too mouthy and stubborn.
“She’s okay,” I said simply, not intending to go into the details.
“That’s it? She’s okay?” She slapped her hands on her hips. “I want to know what you did to her, Raze. She’s not involved in this.”
“Don’t push me, Rosa,” I said sharply. “She’s safe at the club, that’s all you need to know.”
She stared at me for a minute as if trying to see the truth. I didn’t really give a fuck if she believed me or not. “I have to use the bathroom.”
I snorted, raised a brow, and crossed my arms. She needed to learn right here and now that her demanding tone wasn’t going to cut it with me. I didn’t take orders from anyone but Reaper.
Her challenging posture softened slightly and she released a low sigh. “Please.”
That was better. I motioned for her to precede me through the doorway, and then took her by the arm to guide her in the right direction. Just as she was about to step into the bathroom and close the door in my face I slammed my palm against the old wood, preventing it from closing all the way. Rosa turned questioning eyes on me.
“You have fifteen minutes to do whatever you need to do, and put on the clothes I left you before we leave.”
“Raze, can we talk about this?” She put a hand on my arm in an obvious attempt to appeal to me. The same soft allure was in the pretty eyes staring up at me, and I had to fucking steel myself from feeling anything.
“I’m not interested in anything you have to say,” I said coldly, meaning it. “And don’t touch me unless I tell you to.” She dropped her hand immediately.
I slammed the bathroom door and turned away. There wasn’t anything Rosa could say that would justify her betraying me. Fuck, had she been a brother she would have been dead by now. As I stomped toward the front door I couldn’t help wondering where the old Rosa was, the one full of piss and vinegar who used to stand up to me. Where had that girl gone? The fact that she was accepting her fate told me how fucking guilty she was, and nothing she said
would change the outcome.
Ten minutes later I felt her presence behind me as I stood on top of the porch steps smoking. It hadn’t taken me long to break into the emergency stash we kept in the supply closet. Back in my life less than twenty-four hours, and she already had me smoking again, a habit I’d fucking quit five years ago. If I’d got that blowjob I’d needed last night I wouldn’t be so wound up. It was going to be interesting to see how long I could go before I finally took what I wanted and fucked her. It would certainly make my dick happy.
After a while of me not acknowledging her, Rosa cleared her throat to let me know that she was there. I took a last drag of my smoke and flicked it away. As I expelled the last lungful of nicotine I turned to check her out. I let my gaze drift over her slowly. I’d had to borrow some clothes from CC, one of the club girls. The jeans were a little tight, the t-shirt a little too thin, revealing her nipples. The biker boots were new, though, and looked like they fit. She’d pulled her hair back and braided it.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll know when we get there. You don’t get to ask questions.”
“Damn it, Raze−”
I jerked her against me to show her who the boss was, not about to take her shit. She caught her breath, her head snapping back. My gaze went to her opened mouth, looking all soft and inviting, and a groan of deep need escaped me. Her pull was just too fucking strong, and I crushed her mouth with mine. It was a kiss meant to punish her, possess her, and force her to submit to me. My dick rose to the occasion, pressing tightly against my zipper. I groaned low again, fighting the urge to push her up against the door and take what I wanted.
What I needed.
Her whimpers told me that she was enjoying my mouth on hers, my tongue inside, exploring, taking, and demanding all the sweetness she had to give. But I didn’t intend to stop there. As her tongue pushed and curled against mine I grabbed her ass and ground my dick into her soft belly. Jesus Christ, I could come just like this if I wasn’t careful. That sobering thought caused me to react and I pushed her away from me.
Her mouth was wet and swollen, her eyes clouded with arousal and confusion. We were both gasping for breath. The look on Rosa’s face seemed to be asking why I’d stopped, but I wasn’t about to let my dick make my decisions for me. I took her by the arm and pulled her down the steps.
“Come on.” I mounted my bike and turned the key. Rosa climbed on behind me without a word. Once she wrapped her arms around me I revved up and took off.
It wouldn’t take us long to reach the clubhouse in the Lake George area. The ride down the mountain would take us through sparsely populated areas, around tight winding roads with dangerous curves that could propel you right into Lake George if you missed a turn, or if you were really unlucky, straight over one of the many rocky cliffs. The speed limit was more common sense than law, and if you chose to ignore either you could lose your life.
Located in upstate New York in the Adirondack Mountains, Lake George was a small-ass town the club had moved to the year before I went to prison. Hell, the last fucking census was in two thousand, when the population had been about thirty-five hundred. One of the only reasons it was even on the map was because during the summer months the population exploded with tourists.
Reaper had lucked out finding the camp site, which was situated right on the water. Each brother had his own cabin, and the club women shared one when they weren’t sleeping with a member. There’d been an old restaurant on the property that we’d turned into the clubhouse and bar. It was remote, one road in, same road out, a lake on one side and mountains on the other, the perfect fucking set-up.
Chapter 7
Rosa
By the time we reached our destination I was more than ready for a break. It had been a long time since I’d sat on the back of a motorcycle, and the constant sharp turns in the road had caused me to tighten up against Raze just to stay on. He liked speed and hadn’t let the layout of the road curb his need for a thrill. Most of the time I’d simply clung to him with my face buried against his shoulder.
And thought about that kiss.
It had been nothing like the sweet kiss we’d shared on my sixteenth birthday. I hadn’t expected it to, yet I hadn’t expected the raw passion, either, hadn’t been prepared for the floodgates of need it had opened up inside me. In a flash I’d wanted him, fiercely, completely. Gone were the reasons why I was there, replaced with hunger as I’d absorbed his angry energy. His mouth had been masterful, persuasive, affecting me to my core.
I couldn’t get over the feel of his hands on my ass as he’d ground his cock against me, the instant response of my body. The knowledge that he’d wanted me gave me hope. I knew Raze hated me right now, wanted to hurt me in some way, but maybe deep down he felt a little something more. Maybe in time he could forgive me and we could move on.
Yeah, that probably wasn’t going to happen.
I sensed how deep his hate went. Evil had taught me that just because a man got a hard-on for you didn’t mean he liked you. His cock wanted you, and once that muscle had been worked out and was happy again, the rest could turn into hell in a heartbeat. Suddenly you became nothing more than an outlet for working out their frustrations, someone to blame for their failures until they used you as the solution—and that could mean anything.
I’d seen some of his brothers force their women into prostitution, some had made them strip at bars to earn extra money for the club. I’d seen them trade their women between MCs. Evil was too possessive for that. He’d owned me and had never allowed another man to touch me. Evil hadn’t used me in a degrading way. I guess I’d been lucky.
He’d only used my heart against me.
I could see that we were coming up on what looked like a restaurant, motorcycles crowded up against it, and assumed that was our destination. Raze backed his bike into a spot and turned it off. I unwound my arms from around his hard body and waited for him to tell me to dismount. We just sat there for a minute, and I wondered what he was thinking, because his silence spoke volumes. I took the time to look around us, realizing by the rustic cabins in the distance and the lake behind the restaurant that we were in a fish camp.
I didn’t let the beautiful setting put me at ease.
Finally Raze released a heavy breath and said, “You won’t be welcome here. Every brother in there hates you and wants you gone.” Brothers in an MC stuck together, had each other’s backs, and I’d done the unthinkable. He didn’t have to explain what he meant by gone, either. A feeling of dread settled in my belly. “You hear me?” he snapped.
“Yes.” I bit down on my bottom lip, fighting the emotion that was threatening to swell, knowing what to expect, and also knowing that a lack of backbone would only make it worse. They wouldn’t look at me as a woman who needed protection, but one that they wanted to humiliate and destroy. “Will they rape me?” I had to know. I could handle just about anything but that.
An angry growl escaped Raze, and he turned his head so he could look over his shoulder at me. “You think we’re animals? Fuck you, Rosa. We don’t rape women. Now get off.”
I climbed off, putting my hand on his shoulder to use it as leverage. I met the silent fierceness in his eyes, remembering his earlier warning. “Sorry for touching you.” I stepped away. Raze snorted, dismounted, and then wrapped his large hand around my upper arm. As he began to pull I yanked back sharply. “I can walk on my own, Raze.”
I didn’t have time to blink. He reacted like a feral animal, cornering his weaker prey. I found myself being pushed up against the side of the building, his unyielding body against mine, as he lowered his face down to mine. “You’re mine, baby,” he snarled, his hot breath slapping me in the face. “If I don’t show every brother in there that you’re my possession they’ll think it’s open season to your pussy, even though they hate you they’ll still want to fuck you. You fucking want that?”
I could only shake my head, my heart racing at the unleashed anger
that radiated off his hard body. I sensed Raze’s actions were the cause of something else, too, because I could feel the ridge of his erection digging into my belly. God, it shouldn’t have, but the knowledge that he wanted me, even now, turned me on.
He looked down at my lips and I thought he might kiss me again. God, I wanted him to! Without warning he stepped away, took me by the arm again, and spun me toward the door. He yanked it open and we entered a crowded bar. Rock music blared through the speakers mounted on the wall, and there were two women dancing on top of the wooden bar. Bikers were everywhere, drinking, playing cards, throwing darts, and suddenly every eye was on us.
The only thing that didn’t stop was the music.
The hate-filled eyes, fierce scowls, and tight lips told me everything I needed to know about the type of reception I would be receiving.
I felt like a lamb being led to slaughter.
I didn’t realize I was pulling away from Raze’s hold until he jerked me in front of him, and then I was leaning into him, seeking safety. The animosity I felt was overwhelming. Where the hell had my backbone gone to? I was a woman, damn it, it was okay for me to show some fear. I mean, who wouldn’t be when walking into a bar full of outlaw bikers who hated your guts and weren’t afraid to show it?
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