Devil's Fall: Dust Bowl Devils MC (11 page)

His cock pulsed and grew even harder as he looked down at her and ground his hips into her, making her gasp - he wanted obliterate the fabric barriers between then and to bury himself inside her, ravage her, fuck her until she screamed his name. He unbuttoned her shorts.

"Wait."

"No."

"Gunner, I'm serious." He lifted himself higher over her and looked down. She sure as hell didn't look like a woman who wanted to wait, with her flushed cheeks and heaving chest.

"What?"

"I meant it, it isn't safe here. He had the key to the room."

Images flashed through his mind, each one worst than the last. The things that piece of shit could have done... "I should have ripped his head off."

"I just need to get to a different motel. Or you can let me catch my bus out of here…"

He wasn’t listening. "Fuck it." He tore the shorts away from her body and let them go flying across the room. "If he shoots me in the back of the head, at least I'll go fast and happy." He had to make her come again, consequences be damned. He didn't know where this overwhelming desire was coming from, but it could not, would not be denied.

"And if he shoots me?" she whispered.

"Then you'll go with my tongue inside you, baby."

"Coming and going," she said with a light laugh.

The sound made him impossibly harder.

Making jokes wasn't her style but it had just popped out. She blamed his mouth and the devastating things it did to her. She felt giddy; high, almost.

And now he was kneeling between her legs, sliding her panties down with that starving glint in his eye.

"I'll make it quick," he said, squeezing her knee with a wicked grin, "Then we'll get the hell out of here.”

Why was he doing this? It was more intimate than she was prepared for, but she was helpless to stop it.
Well technically I started it
. She didn't know what compelled her to touch his cock. She really shouldn't have but the temptation was so strong.
I have more willpower than this. Don't I?
She felt like she was on fire. "You don't want to just have sex?" she asked, propping up on her elbows. He hovered over her exposed mound and inhaled, then kissed the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

"No time," he said, "When I fuck you, it'll be for hours." He trailed light kisses to the place where her leg met her body, touching the sensitive skin with the tip of his tongue, tickling, teasing. She squirmed.

"That's quite a boast."

He didn't respond to that comment. He dove in, fast and hard with his tongue. It send a sharp spear of pleasure straight to her center, and she gasped.
He wasn't kidding when he said it wouldn't take long
.

Someone knocked. She was both grateful for and furious at the interruption, but fear took over a moment later.
Colin? Goddamn idiot. Gunner will kill him!
She yanked up her panties and chased down her shorts as Gunner opened the door, one hand on the gun he kept tucked beneath his arm.

"You," he growled, sounding surprised.

"She here?" It wasn't Colin. She recognized that voice. The old man from the club. She was out of his view at the moment, but if he peeked around the door... She walked slowly on her toes toward the bathroom.

"You fucking followed me? I’m the only one in here." The old man laughed at Gunner's lie and pushed his way inside before Senna could hide.

She froze, shorts in hand, as the old man looked her up and down with an ugly leer. "This why you let her live? Didn't have enough girls last night?"

He pulled his gun. Gunner slapped his hand back down before he could raise it. "Don't." The man turned with a glare, instead leveling the gun at him.

"If you're too much of a pussy to do the job, then I will. Step outside if a little blood is gonna make you faint."

She was too afraid to speak, too frozen in place. Any move she made would be the wrong move. But she had to do
something
.

"Don't shoot me in my underwear. Let me die with a little more dignity than that."

The old man considered for a moment, then nodded.

She turned and bent over, giving the dirty old bastard a full view of her ass, the fabric of her panties stretching tight. The move was a gamble. She was banking on Gunner's help, here - grab the gun, do anything at all while he was distracted by the view. Because she didn't know what else to do. There was no other escape that she could see.

But would he choose her over his friend? They were in that club together; she was just a stranger. A stuck-up college girl who'd been dumb enough to think he might care after he'd touched her the way he had.

Because that's what had happened to her. She was silly and stupid enough to let it go to her head, to make her think something could happen between them, different as they were. Even if it was short-lived. Even if it was just sex. Now she might never know what could have been.

She was straightening and pulling her shorts up when she heard the scuffle behind her. Heart rejoicing and racing in fear at the same time, she bolted for the bathroom.

She pressed the lock and for good measure, she sat with her back against the toilet and planted her feet against the door.
Wait,
she thought, spinning
, back against the door, feet against the toilet.
She tried to swallow down the panic that threatened to take hold. The scuffle continued in the room; no words, just grunting and banging into the furniture. It was no contest unless the man managed to shoot Gunner somehow. Would he? Would one be willing to kill the other before submitting?
Please don't, no more blood, no more killing.

Someone slammed the door with their fist, making her jump. "Let's go." Gunner. She hadn't heard any gunshots, but still...

"What did you do?"

"He's tied up but it won't hold long. Move it."

She jumped to her feet and opened the door. He had her bags hanging from one hand, ready to take off already, but her knees were shaking and she was lightheaded all at once. She had her arms around his neck before she knew what she was doing.

"Hey. No panicking. You're fine." He indulged her for just a moment, holding her around the waist with his free arm.

"Thank you," she whispered, and he squeezed her tighter.

"I'm calling Bill," the old man shouted from the bed. Gunner had bound him with strips of the sheets, but he was already working at wrenching free. They had a few minutes at most.

"Fuck Bill," Gunner said, dragging her by the hand out the door. She tripped along behind, eager to get out of there.

They kept their heads down through the parking lot. "So how many people exactly want you dead?" he asked, giving her a hand as she climbed onto his bike.

"That guy, so I guess the rest of your guys, too. My dad's client, so whoever else he works with or hires."
I might need a whole new identity if I get out of here alive.

He settled on the seat in front of her. "You need a new name, lady."

"No kidding."

He fired up the bike and peeled out of the parking lot. She had no clue where they were headed or what he was going to do with her, but in that moment at least, on the open road with her chest pressed against his back, she wasn't afraid. When she'd stepped out of the bathroom, his arms had felt like the safest place in the world.

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They pulled to a stop on a wide, quiet highway. He'd only driven for fifteen minutes and she wondered if the old guy was on their tail. She didn't hear any engines, though; she didn't hear much of anything but birds.

She slid from the seat and removed the helmet, stretching her legs as Gunner stood against the bike and made a phone call.

"Bill," he said, "I'm assuming you heard from Jupiter?"
That must be the old guy. Gonna assume this “Bill” is their leader or president or something.

"Not gonna happen," he said. Then again, "Not gonna happen. Not going to fucking happen." Then he looked up towards her, continuing to speak into the phone. "I'm not executing an innocent woman, Bill, and neither is anyone else. Not when I can stop it." Fury flashed in his eyes as his voice rose. "Because I'm not a fucking monster, Bill. I've seen some fucking monsters. I'm not going to be one of them. Do I need to hang up on you right now or do you have a second option?"

She watched him listen to Bill's answer with trepidation.
I'm not going to like whatever it is
.

They aren't going to just let this go
. He could protect her from Colin, but not from his club. Not for long.

"We'll drive out tomorrow." He frowned. "Because I need to go get a pedicure and a colonoscopy first. Why the hell do you think? Not tonight. Tomorrow." He hung up with an angry jab of his finger.
Hanging up a smartphone just isn't as satisfying as the old-fashioned kind
.

"I'm sorry I’m causing so much trouble," she said.

"He wants to meet you."

Her stomach sank. "What does that mean?"

He tried to keep his face impassive but his nose wrinkled with a barely contained snarl. "He wants to decide for himself if he trusts you. Because my word isn't good enough."

"And if I don't want to go?" she asked quietly, certain she wouldn't like the answer.

"Then they'll come after you. And I won't be able to protect you. Not from them. I'm gonna pay hard for what I did to Jupiter as it is."

Defeat washed over her, then - a gentle wave of it, urging "Give in, let despair take you, stop fighting, go quietly, it will be easier." She was going to be killed. All she had to do was nothing.

Gunner's brow furrowed. She'd schooled her face into stillness but he managed to read her, anyway. "Hey. Bright side. It’s pretty likely that we’ll find your sister there.”

Her jaw dropped. “Are you serious? You know where she is?” She took a step back. “You’ve known and you haven’t said anything?”

He shrugged a shoulder. “I was trying to do the decent thing and give her the chance to say ‘fuck no, send her away.’ I didn’t want to get in the middle of whatever shit you two have going on. But it looks like you’ll be bumping into her whether she wants it or not, so, fuck it. I’ll shoot her guy a message and that’s it.”

Her mind raced. She’d been on the right track after all. Everything that had happened since she’d met Gunner, it hadn’t been for nothing.
It wasn’t for nothing anyway.
“Her guy?” she asked, trying to wrestle her thoughts into some semblance of order. “She’s with one of your club members?”

“Yeah. Irish. He’s a good one.” He patted the seat. “Come on.”

But her feet wouldn’t move.
Seeing my sister. Meeting this president.
It was a lot to deal with. She had a bad feeling about both meetings; she didn’t think she could handle having them at the same damn time.

Gunner frowned at her hesitation. “Nothing will happen to you as long as you're with me."

"If this Bill decides he doesn't like me?"

He gave her a long, hard look as he thought it over. "He won’t. We're going to see my father, first." Then his hands were on her hips, pulling them flush against his own. “For that unpleasant task,” he said, squeezing her ass and pulling her even tighter against him, “
You’re
going to have to pay. Hard. Got it?”

Her hands found their way inside his vest. "Name your price," she whispered, tracing the hard lines of his abs with her thumbs over his shirt. She couldn't believe the words as they came out; they weren't like her at all.
All this crisis and trauma is changing me.
She wanted him. The circumstances were unbelievably fucked up, but it was time to stop fighting herself when it came to Gunner, gang member or whatever he was.
My protector. I have enough other fights to contend with.