As soon as the orgasmic blur wears off of my body, I slither down Crew’s side and find his solid shaft lying upward across his stomach, pounding with heat.
“Not as long as that thing has gone without.” He jokes.
His eyes glint as he watches me take all of him into my mouth then I wrap my hands around the lower half so as to keep up the stroke along his considerable length.
His fingers snake into my hair and cup my skull lightly as he moans and groans out his orgasm, all the while saying how gorgeous, how perfect, I am.
It feels so good to be appreciated for my body without having to suffer at the same time.
After, I lie my cheek on his lower abdomen, not wanting to break contact with his perfect cock. Even as it softens, it’s still enormous and I can’t keep my fingers or lips from toying with it. I want it inside me. I need more of him. I feel more greedy now than I ever have, he’s irresistible to me.
He pulls me up his body again and I go slithering through the juices on his skin until coming to a stop on his chest. I lie there, sprawled across his torso, feeling his powerful heartbeat under my chin while he strokes my hair and twists strands of it around his finger.
No one has ever done that and it feels odd. Like something that simple could be so intimate and - yes even affectionate.
Maybe Crew actually likes me.
He could have had any of those ravenous looking women in the bar and yet he chose to keep me with him.
“I can almost feel that mind of yours working through my stomach wall.” He says.
“I’m surprised you can feel a thing through this armor plating.” I say, trailing lines along the ridges of his twenty-four pack.
“Shows how vigorous your thoughts are roiling around.”
“Just wondering what on earth happens to me now.” I admit. “I own one nasty tee shirt and a pair of ripped jeans.”
“Hey, we have the exact same possessions.”
“Not quite. You have a bed and a roof over your head at least.”
“You have those too.” He tells me. “If you want them.”
I lift my head, place both palms flat on his chest and my chin on my hands so I can gaze at him while keeping as much skin as possible lined against his. The heat of him, the blood pumping through his powerful limbs is invigorating.
We search through each other’s eyes for what seems like an hour but it isn’t at all awkward. I could stare at him interminably and I can’t wait to see what his hair is like when it grows in. Finally he lifts one eyebrow and cocks a grin.
“I want them if you come attached to them.” I say.
“Oh, I’m attached.” He replies without missing a beat.
A smile stretches my face as far as it will go.
I pick myself all the way up, wriggle my way up his chest and plant my lips on his. His hands thread into my hair, holding my head in his palms and I can tell it’s about to get very very hot again.
His dick is already rising along the inside of my thigh. His breath quickens, matching mine and he delves his tongue around my mouth, tasting lightly of my pussy. Which isn’t at all the foul taste Trev always told me it was.
The banging on the door is not as hesitant as the last time we were interrupted.
“Get lost.” Crew shouts, then reclaims my mouth.
“Sting wants you out here. Now.” A gruff voice announces.
It sounds older, not one of the easily intimidated prospects that look at Crew like he’s the god Thor come down from the Heavens to wreak vengeance.
My heart immediately starts pounding against my lungs. This is Crew’s club, his home, but somehow I got the idea that the vibe between him and that Sting guy wasn’t exactly tranquil. In fact The Stinger as they refer to him, reminds me a bit too much of Trev, the snaky smile hiding cruelty behind the lips.
“It’s okay Baby.” Crew says and extricates my hands tenderly from where I realize I’m clinging to his biceps, trying to hang on to him.
As though keeping him with me can keep him safe. And me too. With Crew around I feel protected. As soon as he’s out of range, the panic starts to thump my chest wall. I know anything could happen in this crazy world and as far as my ass is concerned, it probably will.
“I don’t want you to leave me.” I murmur.
“It’s fine, Babe. It’s just Sting throwing his weight around, reminding me who’s in charge in case I forgot. I’ll be right back.”
He puts his jeans and belt back together and kissed the top of my head. My pummeling heart would likely be running this fast just from how affectionate he is with me.
No one has ever kissed my forehead like that.
Or called me Baby. Twice.
When he reaches the door, he looks back and tosses me a wink before pulling it shut. I lie in bed but the immobility is making me more anxious. I have to move around.
I get up and walk up and down, my inner thighs all slippy from how soaked Crew makes me not to mention the lush liquid from his mouth.
“Come back now.” I mumble to myself. “By the time I count to ten he’ll walk through the door.”
I look up expectantly but the door remains firmly shut on me. “By the time I count to twenty he’ll come back.”
“…three, four, five…”
I almost jump out of my skin when the door is thrown back. But it isn’t Crew come back to me safe.
“Outside.” The sturdy, older guy in a leather vest says gruffly. His eyes rove across my body, the small towel I rewrapped around me doesn’t leave much to the imagination. “Now.”
“I don’t have clothes.”
“You got more on than most of the tramps we see around here. No need to get uppity, just get out there.”
My racing heart does about fifteen backflips when I step into the barroom and see three of Trev’s men standing there, with Sting in front of them. His legs are splayed in a wide stance, hands on his hips letting them know whose turf they’re on but nevertheless - they’re here. He hasn’t sent them back where they came from.
And now Trev knows where I am.
“There’s our Little Lady.” The leader of the three, and the ugliest, Simeon, says with a sarcastic sneer. “We were wondering why you disappeared on us. We’ve been worried about you.”
“Like hell you have.” I say, affecting a snarl as good as Simeon gives. “I’m not coming back. I don’t care what you do to me.”
My eyes scan the room and a flare of desperation scores my skin.
I don’t see Crew present.
Where is he? Have they done something to him as punishment for saving me?
Or, oh god I can barely let the thought in my head, has he taken off and left me to my fate?
My gaze goes back to Sting, who seems to be my only chance now. What can I do to beg him to let me stay? Or at least not let these evil goons carry me off like a sack of garbage.
“Let’s go.” Simeon says flatly, like he isn’t going to listen to any resistance.
“Sting, please, please, don’t send me away. They’re going to kill me.”
The President’s steely features show a jolt of surprise at my announcement but he soon covers it.
“I can’t get between a man and his Old Lady.” He says with mock sorrow. “This tiff is between you and him. Go home and talk it through until you figure it out.”
“I’m not an Old Lady.” I shout, desperation making me lose all control.
I feel the eyes of the room on me. The men gazing at my bare thighs with ravenous stares. The women doing the same only with hatred. Perhaps I couldn’t stay here with the club after all. And without Crew there’d be no point in it.
He’s the one spark that gave my life fire. If he’s not with me, I can’t find a reason to fight what’s coming.
No. I won’t surrender to negative thoughts.
Everything may have gone to shit today but if I fight there’s always the chance that tomorrow will be better. If I don’t fight then failure is guaranteed, only
by believing in myself can I turn my destiny around.
“I’m not an Old Lady.” I repeat. “And Trev’s gang aren’t my home. I had no choice when they kept me from leaving him once I realized what he was.”
A hum goes around the room. The other women are whispering among themselves, pursing their lips in felt pain. In the back of my mind I see that Tiffany is also not in the bar. Images of her taking my place on the back of Crew’s bike fill my head.
I push them out. I have to think about saving myself now, if no one else is going to. The women may have some empathy but Sting clearly doesn’t.
“Sorry Babe.” He shrugs as though he’s totally helpless. Which he isn’t as his gang far outnumbers Trev’s three henchmen.
He could help me if he chose to. Maybe he chooses not because of his tension with Crew. “I already saved you once. I can’t keep stepping on another man’s toes.”
I don’t know what he means by he already saved me once. The only person that saved me is Crew. And ironically that was by making other guys believe they were stepping on his toes, trying to get what was his. Everything comes around - sometimes it comes back to haunt you.
Simeon jerks his head in my direction and one of the other thugs stomps towards me.
I guess it’s over. He takes me roughly by the arm and drags me toward the door. I struggle and thrash then the towel comes loose from around my chest. I lunge at it, dragging it toward my body to maintain some small semblance of dignity as I’m hauled out of the clubhouse.
No one’s going to help me but the biggest hole in my heart comes from Crew disappearing on me. After the way he touched me, kissed the top of my head, I stupidly imagined there was something real going on between us.
Simeon’s thug pushes down on my head to force me into the back seat of the car. He gets into the front and Simeon gets in the passenger side while the other man takes the driver side. I see him leering down the front of the towel I’m clutching to me and I don’t hold out much optimism for arriving back at Trev’s without these three taking what they want from me first.
All the punch goes out of me. As we pull out of the yard, nothing in the world matters to me any more. Nothing could be worse than this moment.
Except it could.
The car slows to pull through the gates and I gaze out the side window, biting down on my lip to stop hopeless tears falling.
Right next to his bike, off to one corner of the clubhouse, Crew is standing in what appears to be an emotional conversation with Tiffany.
He looks up and his gaze connects to mine for less than a second before the car accelerates and we leave him behind.
8
Crew
As soon as I see Raven’s stricken face in the back of the fucking Hyundai I know I made a bad mistake.
“Crew.” Tiffany shouts at my back as I turn away from her to mount my bike. “We haven’t finished here.”
She yells louder as I roar through the yard. I ignore her.
I come roaring up behind the car and see Raven’s dark head in back, the goon beside her leaning in. He looks like he’s touching her and my blood boils up into my throat so I have to swallow down and focus on my ride.
I come close to the car’s bumper and the driver senses me there. He starts to weave side to side like he thinks he can stop me from getting past. I yank the handlebars to the left and come out into the opposite lane.
I don’t care if any vehicle is coming at me, they can get out of my fucking way. The driver loses his cool, seeing me right up in his side mirror.
He veers dramatically and the car swerves.
Out the corner of my eye I see the bastard in the passenger seat pull a gun. He tries to aim at me but he’s right in the driver’s face with the muzzle which gets him even more angst-ridden.
I lunge the bike in front of the hood so the car veers off to the right again. I right myself then come at them again. I don’t dare go too far as I don’t want to risk that this idiot will crash and I’ll see Raven get injured.
I chance a glance over my shoulder and see her in the back seat, eyes wild, looking at me. She seems more worried about me than her own safety and I hope she’s not pissed at me for permitting this situation to arise.
She was right in wanting me to stay with her. I should have kept her hand in mine even inside the clubhouse. I won’t forgive myself now if anything happens to her.
Nothing can ruin what we have, not when I only just found her.
I lean to the right so the bike moves close to the speeding car. The driver, without thinking veers away and the steering wheel follows his movement. The car shifts far to the right and I maintain the pressure, slowly pushing him onto the rumble strip. The car judders and he instinctively moves further to the side, onto the shoulder.
Leaning harder toward him, I force him further until the car scrapes along the guard rail. A bend in the metal and he’s stuck between me and a hard place. The screech of mangling steel and the car comes to a grinding standstill.
I’m off the bike before the car stops squealing form metal on metal, and pull the driver out. The passenger side is the worst hit. The metal is concertinaed but the asshat with the gun isn’t hurt bad enough to have dropped the weapon.
He gets himself together but as he lifts it and turns to aim at Raven, I yank the Glock from the driver’s shoulder holster and fire a shot.
Raven emits a squeal of surprise but she’s unhurt. The guy beside her is a lump, still reaching for his gun, which he’s holstered in back of his belt for some unknown reason. I tear the door open and pull Raven out.
She scrambles around, clutching at her body and I realize she’s half-naked for chrissakes. She’s pulling the little towel around her trying to keep herself covered.
I pull her behind me so as to keep her shielded with my body. I guess she has the towel back in place as her little hands go to gather up folds of my tee shirt in her grip. Her chin prods into the back of my bicep as she buries her body into mine and peeks out from around me.
“You okay Baby?” I ask.
“Fine.” She says, bravely. I can tell she’s terrified.
“Out.” I tell the bastards in the vehicle.
The one I shot, lowering my aim for his shoulder rather than his ape brain at the last second, has to climb across the driver’s side as his door is mangled. He’s swearing blue murder at me but I don’t care. All that matters is Raven is unhurt and I have her back at my side where she belongs.
“Guns on the ground.”
The dude who was cocked tosses his first, with an aggressive glare in my direction.
Hey, I didn’t start this shit. The other two follow suit but I don’t fucking trust them.
“I ought to fucking shoot all three of you right now.” I bark, the anger roiling in my veins feels ready to blow.
“Please, Crew.” Raven whispers.
Her fingers grip at my muscle urgently. I’m about to ask her what but she responds with pleading eyes up over my shoulder.
“I don’t want to lose you.”
Yeah, I almost forgot that I’m an escaped con. Adding three more corpses to my resume won’t do my case any good. But then again what have I got to lose? At least I’ll show this Trev character that Raven is not to be messed with, not even one hair on her head.
Her eyes win out though and I nod in silent agreement.
“Raven Baby, can you check ‘em out.”
“Oh I’d be delighted.” She says.
She struts across to the three tough guys on the side of the road and forcefully pats them down with her little hands, chests, legs, ankles.
I can’t resist grinning at this little girl, wrapped in a towel, thoroughly shaking down her three kidnappers. She’s more impressive every second I know her.
“These assholes always travel in threes, huh?” She says with a secret smirk at me.
“Seems that way, Baby.” I reply, not lowering the gun or taking my eyes off the burly gangsters for one second.
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Once Raven’s tossed all the firearms to the ground in front of me. I tell the guys to get back in the car and stay there. Raven collects the cache of weapons and carries them to my bike where she places them in the pannier.
Then the smart little cookie holds out her palm to the driver for the keys to the car and adds them to the stash.
I tilt down and kiss her mouth, I’m so impressed by her guile. But I can’t let her ride wearing nothing but a towel. Besides the fact I don’t want her gorgeous body attracting attention, the cops would likely find some excuse to pull us over.
I yank my tee shirt over my head, turn it right side out again and put it on her. She smiles up at me.
“What?” I ask.
“You’re so sweet with me.” She says shyly.
“You deserve sweet.” I tell her and kiss her forehead which for some reason makes her smile even wider.
It’s real good to see her looking happy despite what she’s been through. I hope that my actions are in some way conducive to her happiness. For some weird reason I really want her to be happy. I mean it when I say she deserves it.
I climb on my bike and she follows behind me. My cock raises its head at the realization that when she scoots up close into my rear, it’s her naked pussy making contact.
The aroma, the honeyed taste of her rushes at me out of last night’s memory and almost fells me with its power.
I can’t wait to get her somewhere just me and her and claim that perfect body all over again.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” I yell over my shoulder as I place a boot on the ground to swing the bike back in the direction of the club.
She wraps her arms tight around my waist and presses her perky tits into my back. My bastard stays stiff for the duration, all I can think of is getting her spread before me as soon as we’re back in my room. But when I pull up and park in the yard, she doesn’t make a move to dismount nor loosen her grip on my torso.
“What is it Baby?” I ask over my shoulder.
She hangs onto my shoulder to steady herself as she climbs off and doesn’t release me as she stands beside me, leaning against my thigh. My palms move off the handlebars onto her hips.
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