Peter spoke quietly in my ear so none of the other bikers could hear, but I felt like I was finally speaking with someone who made sense and treated me like a human being, an equal. He was sweet and I liked him. He was everything that Dex was not. I decided that I knew just how to get back at Dex for being such a dick. I waited until Dex turned around to survey the group and then turned and pressed my lips up again Peter's. His mouth was cool and inviting. He kissed me back hard, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I finally pulled back and glanced over. Dex's eyes were narrowed and he shook his head at us but didn't say a word. Instead, he turned and stormed off to his room. Several of the other bikers followed suit, shaking their heads in disgust at us.
“You are playing with fire,” one of them warned before turning away. I didn't know if he was speaking to me or Peter, but I didn't care. Dex could fume all he wanted. I had already told him that he wasn't going to win me over. He couldn't lay claim to me like I was a piece of property and forbid me from flirting with any other men. I had free will. And even though he seemed to enjoy being the dictator in this group of bikers, they had free will as well. Peter didn't seem to care either.
“Why are you even part of this gang?” I asked Peter as we walked hand and hand to a bench over by the side of the mostly empty parking lot.
“I guess I didn't know what I was getting into,” Peter replied. “I liked bikes, I wanted to do something fun and cool, and Dex made me all sorts of promises that he didn't keep.”
“Like what?” I asked, curious to learn more about Dex's dark side. But Peter just shook his head in response.
“I wanted more than this. I tried to talk to some of the guys, get them to see that Dex was leading the group all wrong. But they ignored me and just kept reciting the Night Rider code to me like it was somehow magical or something. Said Dex would stay in charge. You should be careful around him. Bet he didn't tell you about where we are going or what he is bringing with us.”
“And what is that?” I asked sharply.
“Oh, I don't know,” Peter said defensively. “It isn't like I'm privy to all the details. But I can tell you for sure we aren't headed to a convention.”
I felt like he knew more than he was letting on, but decided not to push it. It was nice to finally have someone friendly near me and I didn't want to piss him off.
Peter sighed, and then wrapped his arm around me again. “At least I got something Dex wanted,” he said with a chuckle and pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him back, our mouths pressing together and keeping the chilly night air at bay. We sat there together for a long time, before I finally felt myself fighting a yawn. I was tired and sore and it had been a long day on the road. I knew that tomorrow wasn't going to be any easier.
“I should probably head to bed,” I finally said apologetically through a yawn. “But thanks for talking to me. See you tomorrow?” Peter smiled at me.
“Sure, I'll walk you up to your room.” We said good night at my door and I closed it behind me, finally feeling some peace. Maybe this strange trip wouldn't end up being a total disaster. I had met Peter, who, despite being part of the Night Riders, seemed to be everything I was looking for in a guy.
I walked over to the dirty little bathroom and looked at myself in the streaked mirror. My hair was a mess from the wind and my helmet and my skin and clothes were covered in a layer of grime. I looked like a badass, or possibly just a degenerate, but definitely nothing like Sarah, the sweet and wholesome school teacher. Which one was the real me? I wondered. Am I an adventurer or a homebody? I still wasn't even sure how this whirlwind had started and how I had let myself end up here. I sighed and turned on the shower. The water only came out in a small stream, but it felt warm and comforting against my skin. I rubbed off the grime and watched the water change from a greyish color to clear as I finally rinsed out the last of the day's dirt from my hair and fingernails. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. Going through my bag, I realized that I hadn't packed my sleep clothes in the hurry the night before. I slipped into a pair of panties and a clean t-shirt instead.
I was totally exhausted by the time I hit the bed. I didn't have time to lay awake thinking about my future or any of the questions that I had been pushing aside. Instead, sleep overtook me almost instantly. I was dreaming of being a child again and running around with my friends in the cornfields, pretending that we were exploring some newly discovered jungle when I jolted awake.
The room was still dark, but I could sense that I was not alone. The outline of a figure appeared next to my bed and before I could scream, a hand quickly covered my mouth.
Chapter 6
Attacked
“Shh, don't scream. It's just me.” It was Peter's voice. My heart was still pounding in my chest, but the panic drained out of me. Peter pulled his hand back and sat on the edge of my bed.
“Peter!” I gasped. “What are you doing here? Is everything ok? How did you get in?” My eyes flew to the door that I had latched the night before. It now stood slightly ajar.
“Everything is fine,” Peter replied. “I just had to see you. I missed you.” I smiled.
“That's sweet, but I can see you tomorrow. I can ride with you if you like,” I replied, wondering what time it was. A quick glance at the clock told me it was only a little after 2:00 in the morning. I was still exhausted.
“I know, but I wanted to get closer to you. I wanted this,” Peter said, pulling the blanket off me and revealing my half naked body. I tried to pull the blanket back, but Peter held it there.
“Peter...” I said warningly as I yanked the shirt down to cover my panties. “It is not going to happen. Go back to bed.” The look on Peter's face changed from sweet to furious in one quick flash.
“Why? Because Dex claimed you? Well Dex doesn't get to have everything he wants. And I'm going to take everything from him and show him that he isn't the only one in charge.” Peter grabbed my arm hard and held it down. I tried to twist out of his grasp, but he only squeezed tighter.
“What the fuck, Peter! This has nothing to do with Dex. Just let me go and go back to bed. You must be drunk.” But he didn't stop. He used his knee to push open my legs and then got between them, holding me down. He grabbed both my wrists in one hand and held the over my head while he started to unbuckle his belt. I tried to thrash my legs, but he used a quick, painful knee to my thigh to make me stop. I wanted to scream, but Peter was too quick. He pulled up my shirt over my face and stuffed a handful of it in my mouth. I felt like I was choking on it and could barely breathe. I felt his rough hands grab at my naked breasts, pawing at them harshly while he still fumbled with his fly. I squirmed and thrashed, trying desperately to get free.
Peter undid his fly and let out his cock. I groaned in fear and disgust. I couldn't believe I had been so stupid. I was stupid to agree to come on this trip with these bikers I didn't even know, stupid to have fallen for Peter's sweet talking, stupid to have put myself in this situation. Anger flooded me. I was going to be raped here, in this dirty motel, by this biker who wanted revenge on someone else. This is where my sad fairytale had led me. I had to fight. I had to do everything possible to stop him. I twisted my head back and forth until some of the shirt dislodged from my mouth and took a quick breath.
“Help!” I screamed out. “It came out more muffled than I had hoped, but maybe someone had heard. Peter reached down and slapped my face hard. Tears sprung to my eyes, but I was not going to give up. He stuffed the shirt back into my mouth, but I managed to bite down on his fingers. He yelped and then punched me hard in the cheek. The world titled and faded from view. The last thing I saw was Peter grimacing over me as shouts filled the room.
I came to a few moments later to Dex's worried face hovering over me. I groaned as a wave of pain hit my face. The nausea came on quickly and I only just had time to lean over the edge of the bed before I retched onto the floor. Dex quickly grabbed my hair and held it back from my face. Once I was done, he handed
me a tissue to wipe my face.
“Peter!” I said in a raspy voice as I wiped my face clean. “He was...he tried to...” I started sobbing, unable to finish the sentence.
“Hey, it's okay,” Dex said, helping me sit up and putting all the pillows behind my back. “We got here in time. I punched even harder than he punched you. The guys are holding him in a different room right now. He is no longer a Night Rider. We are going to dump him somewhere before heading out.” His eyes flashed with fury while he talked but softened when he looked at me. “Sarah, I'm sorry for what happened. I told you that no one would touch you and I couldn't keep that promise. I just want you to know that I had no clue Peter was this messed up. He had been complaining about trying to change things with in the club, trying to change leadership and take us in a different direction. He obviously acted out of his anger and resentment to me. It's my fault. I'm sorry.” He looked pained and genuinely remorseful. I couldn't hold it against him. Dex might be annoying and imperious, but he had been good to me so far. And he had stopped Peter from raping me. That was the important thing.
“It's alright. I'll be fine,” I said touching my cheek and wincing. I knew it was going to form an ugly bruise. “Just make sure to dump that asshole somewhere far away from me. And someplace really horrible and desolate if you can,” I said as Dex grinned at me.
“Done!” he said, sounding much more cheerful now. “We'll be getting a later start today while Jason and Mike deal with Peter. If you want to get cleaned up and dressed, I would like to take you to a real breakfast.” He helped me to my feet and then walked to the door. “Hurry up though,” he said with a laugh as I walked towards the bathroom. “I'm going to be waiting out here for you and I don't want to be standing here all day.” I sighed and stuck my tongue out at him, but did rush to wash up and get dressed. Glancing in the mirror, I saw the red mark where Peter had punched me blooming red under my eye. I didn't even bother to try and cover it with makeup. Instead, I pulled on some clean clothes and walked to the door. Dex was standing out there, just like he had promised.
“I'm impressed,” he said when I stepped outside. “Only fifteen minutes this time.”
“Hey! Are you making fun of me?” I asked.
“Me? Never. Now come on, I know the best little diner around here.” I got behind him on the bike and we drove down the road a while until we pulled up to a small, hole-in-the-wall type place. It didn't look like much, but it smelled fantastic once we walked inside. My stomach rumbled as the friendly waitress seated us in a booth.
“So, do you trust me?” Dex asked.
“Um, I guess so,” I replied, looking over the menu.
“Good. Then I'll order for you. I promise you won't be disappointed.” I laughed as he smiled at me like an excited kid. He infuriated me but also made me feel happier than I had felt in a very long time. I agreed and let him order. He ordered us chocolate chip banana pancakes and a special omelet with bacon. I raised my eyebrows but didn't say anything. The waitress poured our coffees then left to put in our order.
“So, what was the problem between you and Peter?” I asked, taking a sip of the warm, black coffee. It was very strong and sent a jolt through me, making me feel instantly more awake and alert. I leaned in to listen to what Dex had to say. He sighed and leaned back.
“Peter only joined the Night Riders two years ago,” Dex said. “He was a messed up kid, on drugs and in with a bad crowd. But he really seemed to want to straighten out. We took him in and he seemed to be doing really well. But I always had this nagging feeling that he was a really good actor. It didn't take too long before I heard whispers from the guys that Peter wanted to get the group involved in some really bad shit. He wasn't happy with the way that I ran the club and he thought he could do a better job. Mostly, I think he just wanted power. He was good at hiding his intentions though. When he spoke to me, he was always grateful and deferential. I had my suspicions, but there was never any solid proof he was such an asshole. Until now.” A cloud had formed over Dex's face and he was lost in his own thoughts, perhaps thinking over the various signs that he had overlooked.
“Hey, don't feel bad,” I said, reaching out and taking his hand. “He tricked me too. He is apparently really good at reading people and giving them what they want until it is time for him to stab you in the back. He is a manipulator.”
Dex nodded. “I know. I wish I had acted on my intuitions before he attacked you. When I saw him with you last night, I heard warning bells in my head, but I was mostly still so annoyed with you that I dismissed them. I thought maybe it was just anger at him for breaking the code, but it was something more. I knew there was more to him than what he was presenting. I knew he was a snake. But I didn't warn you. I'm sorry.”
I nodded and gave his hand a squeeze. “I...have an apology to make as well. What I said to you yesterday was mean and unnecessary. And I was really only hanging around Peter last night to try and piss you off,” I finished sheepishly.
Dex grinned. “Ha! I knew you were trying to make me jealous!” he exclaimed triumphantly.
“Did it work?” I asked, batting my eyelashes at him.
“Oh, is that the game you want to play?” he asked. “Well, I'm not really worried about any competition. Honey, I like this game and I'm going to win. You can't resist me.” I laughed with him and finally felt really relaxed and happy. Maybe Dex wasn't so bad after all.
The waitress came over with our giant plates of food. It smelled incredible. I had made the right choice in letter Dex order. Clearly, he knew what he was doing. He knew about so many different places, and all I knew was my little town that no one outside of Nebraska had even heard of before. After we scarfed down most of the delicious, piping hot food, Dex dropped some money on the table and we hurried back to the motel to meet up with the rest of the club.
They had already dealt with Peter. Jason whispered something in Dex's ear and Dex nodded and slapped him on the back. No one said anything to me about what had happened or what they had done with Peter. I was grateful to not have to talk about him.
We all climbed up on the bikes and took off towards the main highway for another full day of riding.
Chapter 7
Betrayed
Despite my soreness and pain, I managed to enjoy the morning on the bike. We passed by a few small towns but mostly the highway went straight through the countryside. I admired the farms and the untouched wilderness as we passed. It was refreshing to just not worry and enjoy the scenery. When we passed any particularly interesting landmarks, Dex would shout out their history or interesting tidbits of information. I was surprised and impressed by his extensive knowledge of obscure bits of history and geography. I felt a twinge of guilt for judging his intelligence and education so quickly. I had just assumed a guy in a motorcycle club who looked the way Dex looked couldn't possibly be very intelligent.
I also found myself enjoying the way it felt to have his body pressed so close to mine. I even found a few excuses to pull myself tight and feel the warmth of his back pressed against my chest when we took any sharp turns. The him of the bike between my legs and Dex's muscular back pressed against my chest were sending sharp little thrills into my core. I couldn't help squirming, enjoying the buzzing feeling inside me. It was a beautiful day and I started to understand the appeal of riding a motorcycle across the country like this. It felt like freedom in a way I had never experienced before. I didn't want it to end. We needed to make up for the lost time that morning, so lunch was a quick pit stop.
While chomping down on my soggy sandwich, I finally asked Dex where we were going.
“Texas,” was his short reply. I had never been to Texas before and I couldn't wait to see it.
“Where in Texas? Any reason we are going there?” I asked, remembering Peter's vague accusations. Dex seemed annoyed at first but his expression quickly calmed.
“Just a convention. We'll mostly be out in the middle of nowhere, but I'll try to take a detour to one of th
e bigger cities if we can. Houston is a really great city that everyone should visit at least once.”
I felt like there was something he wasn't telling me, but I didn't push him. I was just excited to know our destination and start daydreaming about exploring Texas and going back home with some great stories to tell. Well, mostly great stories anyway.
“So, do none of the guys have girlfriends?” I asked as we all walked back to where we'd parked the bikes. “I couldn't help but notice I'm the only woman here.”
“Really? I hadn't noticed,” Dex said with a laugh. “Some of the guys have old ladies, but they stayed back for this trip.” Jason, who was standing next to us looked annoyed.
“Where they belong. We shouldn't have any women here on a trip like this,” Jason said angrily. He looked ready to say more, but Dex shot him a look filled with daggers that shut him up real fast.
“Sometimes they ride with us,” was all Dex said before starting up his bike. I noticed the van was off to the side and the several of the bikers started putting in more duffel bags. I tried to get a better look, but Dex's engine roared and we were off on the road again.
As we rode back towards the highway, I wondered why Jason seemed so annoyed by my presence. From what he'd said before Dex cut him off, I got the feeling he didn't think women belonged in the group. Classic misogynist. It annoyed me that Dex seemed to like and respect Jason so much.
The afternoon was just as beautiful and peaceful as the morning. I cleared my mind wand enjoyed the wind in my hair, the sun on my face, and the lovely scenery. By the time that night started to fall, I felt totally calm and at peace.
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